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"I'd love to. I've never seen the
ocean."

"Of course you haven't." He turned
us around to head back to the car park for the rental car. Then he drove to a
spot where we could get to the beach, cruising slowly for a parking place.
"Take your shoes off, you'll ruin them in the sand," he directed.
Self-consciously, I complied, then laughed as he took his off but debated
leaving his socks on.

"Don't be ridiculous," I said.

"Just kidding. I love your laugh,
Sugar." Drew came to my side of the car, opened the door and pulled me
out. This time, he kept hold of my hand as he guided me down to the sand, which
was warm up near the grass but cooled off as we approached the water. We turned
and followed the water line, still holding hands. Before long, the moon rose,
looking almost full and casting a beam on the water that seemed to stretch to
the horizon.

"Oh, how beautiful," I gasped.

Drew turned to me and pulled me to him.
"Not as beautiful as you," he declared. I tilted my face to him,
wanting the kiss that I knew was coming. The soft murmur of the waves
accompanied the pounding of my blood in my ears as he held me tighter and
tighter, until he'd lifted me off my feet. When at last he put me down, I
sighed heavily and laid my head on his chest. His spicy scent overwhelmed the
slightly fishy odor from the ocean, and I breathed in deeply. The whole night
was conspiring to make me languid and willing, if only Drew would take what he
knew I'd freely offer.

We stayed there for long moments. I thought
he gazed out at the moonlit water, as I did. I slid my hands into Drew's jacket
and put them around him, smoothing his shirt at his waist and wishing I dared
pull the shirttail out to feel his warm skin. Drew's big hand stroked my back.
Finally, he sighed, and kissed the top of my head.

"We'd better go, Sugar, it's getting
late."

I knew he was already out past the curfew
that Greg had mentioned, so I didn't argue, though I wanted to stay on the
beach, looking at the moonlight. All I could hope was that someday there'd be
another time. It was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen. It might have been
then that I decided I wouldn't return to the ranch to live after I graduated. I
didn't know how I'd live in this magic place on a teacher's salary, but I was
in love with California.

We were on our way back to the hotel when I
got a text from Rihanna. 'Don't worry about me, ditched Greg and found a dream
lover. I'm spending the night. See you sometime tomorrow.'

My cry of dismay made Drew look at me with
concern. I read him the text.

"That's Ri for you," he said.

"I've never known her to do that before,"
I complained. "How could she desert me like that? And isn't it
dangerous?"

"Sugar, Ri is a force of nature; you
can't contain her and she can take care of herself. At least she let you know,
so you wouldn't worry all night."

Remembering my own failure to let her know
when I spent half the night with Justin, I went quiet. He was right. At least
she let me know. Maybe it would work to my advantage.

Drew walked me up to my room, where I asked
him to come in. "I should get back to my room," he demurred.

"Please? Just for a little while. I
need a hug to keep me from being lonely without Ri," I told him. Was I
manipulating him? I didn't care. The night had been wonderful; my senses were
full of California, of the ocean and the full moon, and most of all, of the
sexy man next to me.

"All right, for a little while."

I moved into his arms as soon as we'd
closed the door, kissing him eagerly. When he started returning my kisses, I
moved back toward the beds, pulling him with me, until I fell onto one of them,
with Drew trying not to crush me as he also lost his balance. He was grinning
when I looked at him.

"I think you have ulterior
motives," he whispered, before kissing me again.

"God, Drew, I don't know if I can
wait." My voice, desperate with lust and longing, broke on the last word,
and he clutched me tighter.

"Sugar, you don't know how much I want
you, but…"

"Don't!" I cried. I kissed him to
block the words. "Don't say it again, Drew, it's killing me!" He
moved his lips from my mouth, down to my neck and around to my earlobe.

"It's killing me, too, Sugar."

"You've got to be the only one on your
team that's celibate, Drew. In fact, your center is married, and his wife just
started showing pregnant. You don't think that was immaculate conception, do
you?"

His jaw clenched, his blue eyes darkened to
nearly black, he pulled back to look at me, then with a groan, buried his face
between my breasts. With wonder, I stroked his hair, my nipples puckering with
the realization that his lips were so near.

"Honey, it's okay. Isn't it? I want
you so much," I whispered.

In response, I felt Drew's lips nibbling
into my cleavage, followed by his moist tongue. I gasped, clutching his head
even tighter. Drew's hand smoothed up along my side, crept around my shoulder
and hooked into the tiny strap of my dress. Slowly, he pulled the strap down,
moving his lips along the edge of my skin just where it disappeared into the
dress. He pulled a little more on the strap, revealing more of my braless
breast. A groan ripped from his throat as he suddenly pulled the bodice all the
way down to expose my breast completely.

I had waited so long to feel his lips on my
sensitive breasts that I cried out when he teased one nipple with his tongue.
Drew lifted his head. "Is this okay, Sugar?"

"Oh, God, Drew, it's what I've wanted
for weeks!" I answered. He pulled me to my side and unzipped the dress,
then helped me wriggle out of it. Drew's breath escaping his slightly parted
lips whispered a reverent 'ah'. I lay before him in nothing but a black lace
thong, my breasts quivering with my quick gasps. Drew looked into my eyes until
the last second before he lowered his mouth to my other breast and gave it the
attention it craved. My skin was so sensitive that the feel of his suit jacket
was rough, and I pushed impatiently against it.

Drew stood up, making me whimper with the
thought that he might leave me now, when I was so in need, but instead he
quickly undressed to his boxer briefs, then lay back down beside me. "I
don't have any protection, Sugar. We can't do it all, I'm sorry."

I quickly counted, realized he was right,
and started crying in frustration.

"Hey, don't, Sugar. I know how to make
you feel good. It'll be okay." With that, his hand pushed down the last
scrap of lace that covered me, and a big finger parted me gently. Drew stroked
me until my own feminine moisture flowed copiously. Then, still gently, he
pushed his finger inside. God! I'd needed this; well, needed more than this,
but Drew's finger was big, and almost enough to fill me as he stroked me
inside.

My hands were all over him, tugging at his
briefs, but he pushed himself away from me, scooting down to put his face in
the V of my core. For a moment, his finger withdrew as he used both hands to
spread my legs and locate the pearl of my pleasure, then his tongue replaced
his hands and the finger found its way back in. I clutched and pulled at his
hair as he drove me to a screaming, shattering orgasm.

Trembling in Drew's arms, I kept saying,
"Thank you, thank you," until he stopped me by kissing me deeply. I
turned and snuggled into him, in the process brushing against his groin, which
he'd kept carefully away from me. The bulge I felt was massive. Startled, I
looked down and observed his briefs beating as if his heart…a very large
heart…were contained within them.

"Drew," I breathed. I stroked him
through his briefs, but he caught my hand and held it away from him.
"Honey, let me, please."

"You don't have to, I'll be
okay," he said, so low I could barely hear him.

"No, you won't." I wriggled
downward, planting a couple of kisses on his chest and abs on my way past. Drew
caught my hands and held them against his torso. When my face was in position,
I wrenched my hands from Drew's and seized his waistband, pulling downward and
freeing the massive beast within.

The sight of it made me gasp. I'd thought
Justin's manhood large and beautiful, but this was a wonder of nature. Thick,
long and heavily veined, it almost glowed in the dark room. Without conscious
thought, I seized it, but couldn't span it with just one hand. I placed the
other on it. Could I possibly get this into my mouth? I wasn't sure, but try I
would, despite the half-hearted protests I could hear from somewhere above my
head. I opened wide and took the head in, swirling my tongue around it and
tasting the pre-cum that had gathered in spite of Drew's intentions.

I kissed, licked and stretched to suck him
in, lost in the moment. That I had this power, to subdue him and pleasure him
until he was a quivering wreck, filled me with fierce joy. He’d given up
fighting me. He was sprawled on the bed with me kneeling between his legs,
ministering to his erection with hands and mouth. I buried my nose in the
valley between his groin and his leg, inhaling the spicy scent that I loved
about him. Pretending his massive cock was an ice cream cone, I licked from
root to tip, all the way around. Each time my tongue reached the head, he
gasped.

I came to my senses only when Drew clutched
my head and began to thrust. Fierce joy coursed through me. I was going to help
him release, as he had me, and he was accepting it! With a deep, groan that
seemed to take forever to rip from his throat at last, Drew went rigid and
spurt after spurt of thick, creamy cum filled my mouth. It surprised me, though
of course I knew this would be the outcome. Struggling to stay where he needed
me and still breathe, I swallowed convulsively, wringing every last drop from
him until he seemed to collapse.

Drew's hands were urging me upward, and as
I scooted back into his arms, I wiped my mouth. "God, Sugar, God. I love
you," he gasped.

I froze. It was too soon for that word! I
couldn't give it back to him. I panicked.

"Drew, you can't stay," I babbled
wildly, turning my face from his bewildered expression.

"But, Sugar,"

"No! You have to leave. Get your
clothes on." He tried to pull me to him and I fought, pummeling his chest
with my fists. I was crying hysterically, and Drew was trying to comfort me,
but I was beside myself. "Get out! Please, Drew, just go."

Clearly hurt, not understanding what had
happened, Drew turned away from me and got up to put his clothes on, while I
continued to sob in the bed. Even I couldn't explain my reaction. I only knew
that what I'd just done was wrong on so many levels. When Drew leaned down to
give me a last kiss, I turned my face away. He stood there for a moment, then,
with a sigh, he left the room.

I dragged my exhausted body to the door and
put the chain on. Then I threw myself on the bed, still naked, curled into a
ball, and sobbed myself to sleep.

~~~

I woke to a frantic pounding on the door.
Disoriented, I looked around for something to put on, settling for pulling the
cocktail dress up over my otherwise naked body. "Okay, okay, I'm
coming," I muttered, certainly not loud enough to be heard over the
unrelenting pounding on the door. Taking the chain off, I yanked the door open.
"WHAT?"

Rihanna stared at me from the open doorway.
Her eyes traveled from my hair in greasy knots to my bare feet, pausing to take
in the cocktail dress. Then she strode into the room past me and said,
"What the fuck happened?"

Tears started in my eyes again, as I sank
to the floor. "Ri, oh God, I fucked up. Big time. He'll never forgive
me." I couldn't say any more, as big, gulping sobs were choking me. Huddled
on the floor, I wished the past day had never happened. Then a deluge of cold
water hit me and I screamed.

Rihanna stood over me, the ice bucket
upside down in her hands and a scowl on her face that told me I was in even
more trouble than I thought.

"What. The. FUCK. Happened," she
spit through clenched teeth.

"I, I," Like a toddler who'd lost
her breath from crying so hard, I tried to answer, with no luck. Ri whirled on
her heel and went back over to the sink, where she began filling the ice bucket
with water again.

"No! Ri, wait." She set the
bucket down on the counter and put her hands on her hips, arms akimbo.

"God, I m-made such a m-mess of
it," I managed.

"Drew is blowing up my phone with
texts, and he's making no sense. He says you threw him out of your room and you
hate him. What the fuck, Janey?"

"Oh, shit, I don't even know where to
begin," I said.

"Begin with why Drew was in our
room." Ri was a stern judge, an avenging angel and an angry god, all
rolled into one. I didn't dare tell her, but I had no choice.

"I asked him to come in for a little
while." I hung my head. "It was all my fault." I peeked at Rihanna,
seeing no hint of her relenting and letting me out of the painful confession.

"Ri, he took me walking on the beach
in the moonlight, and I just lost my head. I've wanted him for months, and he
won't, and I begged him."