Under the Hot Summer Sun
Copyright© 2012 by Marzy Dotes
Chapter 17
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Tiffany spends her days sunning by the pool fantasizing about getting it on with the work men.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Light Bond Group Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex
THREE YEARS LATER
TIFFANY
I was thinking about what happened that summer when I heard on the news that a body had been dug up on the vacant lot where they planned to put in the new shopping mall. I don't know why because I had never told anyone about what had happened with me and the two men who had come into my life just to fuck me and then disappeared without a trace.
I had never heard or seen Carlton or Glenn after that fateful interlude that we shared. My body trembled just in the memory of what we had shared, the three of us inside my parents' house. I'd covered my tracks and my parents never had any reason to believe I was anyone but their angelic and devoting daughter.
Fooling my dad was the toughest part of it, considering he made a living rooting out deception and false trails when he hadn't been engaging in that behavior himself. I had learned so much about my father including his weaknesses since then.
I had learned not to trust anyone not even my friends ... to be just like him. But I still hung out with my core group and Shelia still teased me about my needing to get some loving ... if she only knew. Anyway, we were at the pizza parlor kicking back with some meat lovers and pitchers of root beer when the news flashed on the screen.
That skanky news reporter with the dark roots and the boob job smiled as she delivered the very grim news about the unearthing of a skeletal body wrapped up in a tarp from a makeshift grave. Construction workers had dug it up while breaking ground for the mall.
Not much could be determined from it, and she reported this as two men carried a black bag with the remains inside of it right past the camera. A crowd of curious onlookers had gathered around hoping to catch a glimpse of what had been left of a person, without a name or a back story.
I don't know why I thought of the two men I'd fucked during that summer but they'd flashed in front of me and the memories flowed back.