She hoists my leg over her shoulder as I lean back onto the cool rock behind me. The sound of tearing coming from between my thighs indicates my fishnet stockings are now trash.
“Don't rip my panties. I need something to cover up with once we're done.”
She nods, showing she understands, moving my thin black panties to the side. Her tongue darts out of her red-painted lips, swiping over my exposed clit.
It's all I can feel and focus on with each pass of her tongue. She always was talented at this, but this time it feels different. It’s like we both know this is going to be our last time.
With that realization, I dig my long black nails into her hair, pushing her head further into my core. I use her mouth to get myself off, not caring if I’m a tad rough with her.
“I’m going to cum, baby.”
She sneaks her pointer finger into my pussy, as she nibbles on my clit.Fuck, that feels amazing, too fucking good.
I cum, bucking my hips as my legs shake from my release. She continues to work me using her fingers and mouth until I cum again. I scream out her name, not giving a shit if anyone from the party can hear us.
When she comes up for air, her red lipstick is smeared, and her pristine hair is now a tangled mess. I love how dirty she’s willing to get for me, a little too much.
I bring my leg down from her shoulder, readjust my panties in place, and then pull her to her feet by her hands.
“Thank you, I loved that.”
She smiles as she tries to fix her tube top and the wings strapped to her back.
“You're welcome. I hope we can do that again before the night is out… I’ve missed you.”
The sound of my name being called off in the distance disturbs us, causing her to step back from me. In the exact moment, everything becomes clear and reality hits.
She doesn't want to be seen with me, and that's how it's always been. Stolen moments hidden in the shadows, being her little toy to play with when she’s bored. Even now, as we are adults, living out of the confines of high school stigmas, she still hides who she truly is.
I’m done!
“Leave Molly, don't come back. I’m done being your secret. I deserve better than that. When you want to be honest with yourself about who you really are, text me.”
I don't wait for her to say anything before I take off towards the sound of the music and the person still calling my name.
I round the corner of the little boat shed, smack dab into a solid object.
“Sorry.” A gruff voice says from behind a Joker mask. I try to catch my breath, my hand over my pounding heart.
“Are you alright?” The man asks as he takes my elbow to help stabilize me.
The slight connection grounds me, but takes me back at the same time.
Pulling my arm away, I bite out, “I’m fine, thank you. You don't belong over here. This part of the beach is off limits.”
His head tilts, the creepy eyes of the mask make my skin crawl, like maybe I should be stepping away from this freak.
“I’m just looking for a private spot to smoke this.”
His glove-covered hand slides into his black pants pocket and pulls out a joint.
“I may be able to look past this if you give me that as a birthday present.”
He chuckles, handing over the fat joint in his leather-covered fingers.
“Happy Birthday. It's a nice party, thanks for the invite.”
I snatch the joint, and he takes off, jogging back down the beach, towards the sound of whoever is still calling my fucking name.
