Chapter 13

On Saturday night, Ryan was waiting on the street outside of Cindy's house. He was a little scared to pull into her driveway for fear that her father would see him. He didn't know how he would react to him dating his daughter... not only because he was poor but also because of the extra circular activities of the job. He had asked Cindy if she wanted to go to the movies and then get something to eat. He was a little surprised that she said yes. He figured that she would have had guys lined up to go out with her on a Saturday night.

He was just about to get out of the car when he saw her come out of the house. She was wearing a bright blue blouse that was tied in a knot under her breasts with several buttons opened at the top. He could already see her hard nipples through the thin material. Below she had on a pair of the tightest and shortest short-shorts that he had ever seen. She had two ponytail braids in her hair with little ribbons at the end of each one. She looked gorgeous.

"Hi," Ryan said as he hopped out of the van and walked around to greet her.

"Hi," she returned, going up on her toes to kiss him quickly on the lips. "Here," she said and handed him a bottle inside a bag.

"What's this?" Ryan said as he pulled the paper down and saw that it was a bottle of wine.

"Stole it from my father's wine cellar. He'll never miss it. I thought we might like to have a drink later."

"Great," Ryan said. He wasn't much of a drinker but he did when he got the chance. He opened the door for Cindy and watched as she climbed into the van. He felt a stirring in his groin when he saw that the tiny shorts barely covered her lower cheeks. Hurrying around the van he climbed into the driver's side.

"I'll put this in the refrigerator," Cindy said, taking the bottle and slipping into the back of the van.

"I didn't know there was a refrigerator," Ryan laughed. He watched her bend over to put the wine in the refrigerator and saw the tight shorts pull up. The seam of her shorts slipped deep between her buttocks, exposing the soft flesh of her lower cheeks.

"Benny has everything in here," Cindy said looking back and catching him watching her. She smiled. She put the bottle in the small refrigerator and then turned and sat on the bench seat. Then she pressed a button, causing the back of the seat to move down, forming a bed. "Good old Benny... he got the button fixed," she said with as smile, her pretty blue eyes flashing naughtily. She left the seat down and crawled back into the front seat.

Ryan felt a thrill course through him and his penis began to grow. He thought for a moment that maybe they should just find someplace to park. But that wouldn't have been gentlemanly. Plus, he wanted to enjoy her company.

"Where're we going?" Cindy asked.

"I thought we would see the new Jack Nickolson movie and then get something to eat."

"Sounds great."

As they drove to the theater, Ryan kept glancing over at the pretty girl.

She saw him looking. "Do I have a stain on my shirt," she said with a smile.

Ryan's face turned red. "Uh... no... you're just so pretty."

"Thanks," she answered and reached over and placed her hand on his thigh.

"I'm surprised that you were available on a Saturday night. I mean... I thought you would have lots of guys wanting to go out with you."

"I do. However, contrary to what you might think, I am very selective about who I go out with."

Ryan was embarrassed again. "I didn't think... uh... I mean."

"You're cute when you blush."

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to insult you," Ryan said.

"You didn't insult me. The truth is that most guys are just too immature for me... even the older ones. Or, worse yet, they're cocky and overbearing." Then she added, "I like you Ryan. Benny was right, you're a nice guy."

"Thanks, so are you... uh I mean you're a nice girl," Ryan stuttered with embarrassment.

Cindy laughed and squeezed his thigh.

They both liked the movie. It was about older man that always dated much younger women until he met the mother of one of his girlfriends. It was kind of sexy and funny.

As they left the theater, Ryan asked Cindy where she wanted to go to eat. She responded that maybe they could just get some fast food at a drive through and find somewhere quiet to park.

Ryan liked that idea. He found a fast food place and ordered a couple of hamburgers and fries. Then he drove to an old abandoned rock quarry that he and some friends had found a couple years ago. They had made it their secret place and would go swimming in the large pond created by the giant excavation machines. It had been closed for years after a flood filled the gaping hole before the excavating company could get the equipment out. Ryan had gone there by himself many times when he needed to be alone.

The sun was setting beyond the jagged cliffs surrounding them as Ryan parked the van. A moment later they were looking out at the crystal blue water. When it rained, the water turned a murky brown, but this night it was clear enough to see the reflections of the cliffs.

"It's beautiful," Cindy whispered. "I didn't even know this place was here.

"Not many people do anymore."

When the sun finally disappeared, Cindy said, "Come on," as she climbed into the back.

Ryan brought the food into the back as Cindy found the wine and a couple of glasses. She reached over and put on the stereo and turned on the mood lights. When she saw Ryan looking at her with a funny look she said, "You know Benny and I go way back together."

"Yeah, I guessed that."

The pretty girl suddenly had a dreamy look on her face. "Benny was my first," she whispered and looked at Ryan for his reaction. "You're not jealous are you?"

"Uh... no, I don't have any reason to be."

"Good. Now get the food out... I'm starved."

Ryan took the burgers out of the bag as Cindy poured two glasses of wine. The two sat on the seat, which was now converted to a bed, and ate silently for a few minutes.

"So, you've been working at the shop for a few years now huh?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah. I worked there when I was a kid and then every summer since I've been in college. Dad's grooming me to take over the business someday."

I bet she doesn't know what the real business is, Ryan thought but didn't say. However, he had a strange look on his face, which Cindy noticed.

"I know what goes on at the store," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "I do the billing you know.""

Ryan's eyes opened wide. "You know?" he said, his voice showing his surprise. She couldn't know the real business, he thought.

"Of course I do. I even know that we bill Mrs. Wellsworth and Mrs. Billings "extra" for your services."

Ryan's face turned beet red and he took a big gulp of his wine. His mouth was suddenly very dry.

"My dad's made a lot of money by catering to wealthy women. At first I had a problem with that, but then I thought, we have a great house, all the money we could want and I have a job for as long as I want, so what's the problem. Besides, we provide a valuable service." Cindy's face broke into a broad smile as she took a sip of her wine, looking over the glass at Ryan.

Ryan didn't know what to say. He reached for the bottle and poured himself another glass.

A slow song came on the stereo and Cindy said, "I wish we could dance. Wine always makes me romantic." With that she leaned over and gently kissed Ryan on the lips.

He responded by reaching up and placing his hand behind her head and welcoming her tongue into his mouth.

Cindy pulled away and said, "Take your shirt off."

"Huh?" he said. He saw excitement in her eyes but he hesitated.

"Come on," Cindy almost pleaded.

Ryan pulled his shirt from his shorts and then over his head. When he looked up, he saw her begin to untie the knot in her shirt.

"You have a great chest," Cindy whispered excitedly as she let her shirt fall open revealing most of her bare breasts. Then she reached over and rubbed her hand across his chest.

"So dooo you," Ryan said stupidly. His words were just a little slurred from drinking three glasses of wine so quickly. His head was spinning just a bit but not enough to dull his senses.

Cindy slipped her blouse off and lay back on the seat.

Ryan gasped as he stared at her beautiful breasts. They were the size of large oranges and sat firmly on her chest, even with her lying on her back. The nipples were pink, hard and sat as if balanced on her creamy white orbs.

His penis was already hard.

Cindy opened her arms to him.

He quickly leaned over her prone body and brought his lips to hers, letting her pull him down until his hard chest met her soft breasts. He moaned into her mouth when he felt her nipples burning into his flesh.

The inside of the van was suddenly ripe with excitement as they pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss.

Ryan loved the taste of her mouth... he could taste her sweet saliva tinged with the sweet wine. Her lips were soft, warm and very inviting. She had a way of sucking and biting his lips that sent a chill down his spine.

Their kissing went on for a long, long time.

When Ryan didn't make a move, Cindy took matters into her own hands by pulling his hand to her breast as she had done on their first date.

Ryan knew what to do from there. He squeezed her soft flesh and played with her hard nipples. He could tell she was getting very excited when she groaned her approval.

Cindy moaned and squirmed under him.

Ryan didn't want to leave her soft mouth but her breasts were calling him. He pulled his lips from hers and kissed down her neck and over her warm skin. A second later he had a nipple in his mouth.

"Oh yes," Cindy whispered as she guided his head from one breast to the other.

Her breasts were smaller than any of his older lovers were but they were firm and the skin was incredibly soft. He could have spent hours sucking them. However, when he felt her hands on his shoulders pushing him downward, he reluctantly let her nipples go and began to kiss down her stomach. When he reached her shorts he struggled to unbutton them.

Cindy finally pushed his hands away and opened her shorts. Then she lifted up and slipped them down her thighs and off her feet. She didn't have panties on.

Ryan gasped as he looked down at the beautiful girl spread before him. She had a small tattoo of a red rose on her stomach, only inches from her pubic mound. He glanced up and his eyes took in her firm breasts, trim waist and very sexy hips. They fell on her vagina and he noticed that she was a real blonde; she had a neatly trimmed down of soft blond hair covering her lips.