Hussy by Selena Kitt Page A

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    Already, beads of sweat ran in little rivers down her sides and between her pale breasts. She glanced down at them and smiled. I can definitely use the color. That made her think of Zach—not that she wasn’t already thinking about him, always thinking about him lately, in the back of her mind. Just remembering the concert, and the night they spent afterwards, when she spread herself out on the hood of his car under the stars and watched the planes take off, made her whole body feel even warmer.
    She had to admit she liked Zach, and part of her really didn’t want to. All sorts of bells and whistles went off in her head about him. He was dangerously safe, someone she was entirely too likely to get close to, and she didn’t need that. She liked her relationships—if you wanted to call them that—loose, fast, and with no attachments. Hookups, that’s what they were. She hadn’t ever really “dated” anyone before like she suddenly found herself doing with Zach. She didn’t know if she liked it.
    Rolling over onto her back, she sucked on the end of her red licorice, closing her eyes against the brightness of the sun. No matter what she did, she could still feel Zach’s hands pressing her thighs open and the delicious attention of his tongue. She also remembered the way he held her, and told her he wouldn’t let anything hurt her. That made her feel warm in a different place.
    “Hey there, sexy girl.”
    Lindsey shaded her eyes, blinking up at the figure dripping over her. The cool droplets of water felt good on her skin, but she didn’t recognize him at first. When he sat beside her on the cement, he shook his head like a dog and sprayed water over her belly and legs.
    “Hey!” She half sat, meeting his eyes, and then she remembered—Ralph, the dark-haired senior from Xavier from the tree fort that day. She recalled the way they had taken her, forced her, made her do things, and her body burned with the memory.
    “ It’s hotter than fuck out here.” His eyes moved over her body, down over the tiny triangles of her bikini top, over her smooth, taut belly, to the red material that disappeared between her legs. He lowered his voice along with his eyes. “Well… maybe not hotter than fucking you. ”
    Lindsey grinned. “Aww, you know all the right things to say to a girl, don’tcha?”
    “ I try.”
    She eyed him, licking the end of her Twizzler, back and forth with her tongue. “Been here long?”
    “ I dunno.” He shrugged, hugging his knees and looking over at her. “Hour or so I guess.” His eyes kept falling to the slope of her thighs and the bright red shock of cloth between them. Lindsey shifted on the towel, spreading her legs slightly.
    “ Water warm?”
    “ Colder than a whore’s heart.” He gave her a wink and then grinned. “Wanna go in?”
    “ Not if it’s that cold!” Lindsey put a knee up and let it fall to the side, drawing his eyes again. “Maybe I’ll lie in the sun for a while and then just go home.”
    “ Aw, don’t go.” He turned toward her, sitting cross-legged, his knees touching her thigh. “You’re the first interesting thing that’s happened here today.”
    “ What’s so interesting about me?” She took a bite of her licorice, chewing thoughtfully.
    “ I can think of one thing right off the top of my head.”
    She raised her eyebrows. “Just one?”
    “ Okay.” He grinned back, his eyes dark as they moved over her body. “A few.”
    She moved the red end of the licorice back and forth over her lower lip, watching his eyes follow it like a dog watching each bite of his master’s dinner. Experimenting, she trailed the wet end of the licorice over her bikini top, tracing circles down her belly and around her navel. His gaze followed it.
    “Do I make your cock hard?” She bit her lip, slapping the licorice strand lower across her belly.
    His eyes moved between her legs. “As a fucking rock.”
    “ Good.” She rolled to her belly, pushing