Dear Rosey,
When people say what is the worst thing that could happen, I think they are challenging the world to hit them with its best shot.
What’s the worst thing that could happen?
Well, when I thought that as we packed our bags to leave for vacation I swear lightning struck twice in the same place, someone walked under a ladder with a black cat while looking in the mirror, and a lucky penny actually gave someone good luck.
What's the worst thing that could happen? Well let me tell you.
It started off pretty good we to drove the beach house which was a lot smaller than the others around it.
“I know it’s not much but we are on a budget, you two don’t mind sharing a room do you?” Dad said.
“Of course not. Right Z?”
“It’s fine.” I playfully bumped your shoulder.
“If I would have known you two would get along this well I would have introduced you guys sooner,” Melissa said.
“You should have.” You smiled.
I was already feeling sort of apprehensive. You see because we are going out of town for a vacation I had to cancel my usual appointments with Dr. Spinner. I go to Dr. Spinner three times a week, Monday afternoon, Wednesday afternoon and early Saturday morning. The Saturday morning one is optional, I only go to that if I really need to. She always leaves a time slot open for me just in case. So I could still probably go see her Saturday which isn’t so bad. Except if I get angry while I’m out here I won’t exactly have a safe way to vent it out. Which means I am already walking on pins and needles. Still, I am an optimist at heart.
“I’ve been here before.” You said as you unpacked.
“You have?”
“Well not here, here, but last spring break my friends and I got together and rented a beach house, you see that red one down there.” You pointed out the window.
“That one?”
“Yeah.” you sounded kind of annoyed by it.
“Well now it’s you and me.” I smiled.
“Yeah, I’m sure we are going to have a way better time together.” You smiled.
Which is how I got the idea that your last spring break there wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. By the expression on your face, I could tell you had a bad time here.
The bed we have to share isn’t so bad, it’s actually pretty big and very comfortably. My complaint, why does it only have one pillow? Seriously what happened to the others? You think a bed this big would at least have two pillows.
“We are going to get some stuff from the store any request?” dad asked poking his head into the room.
“Another pillow,” I grumbled.
“Oh, can you get me some of those fruity yogurts my mom knows the ones.” You said.
“A pillow and yogurt got it.” He nodded, then he and Melissa left.
“So, we are alone now.” You said.
“That we are.”
“And?”
“And?”
“Come on, you know what I mean.” You pouted.
“Again? I didn’t know you had such a high sex drive.”
“This might be our only chance we get this whole vacation.” You pointed out.
“Hey I’m not complaining, just no more hickeys it’s going to be hard to go swimming if I have to keep covering up.”
“Deal.”
Then I crawled over to you on the bed and got busy. Although I will admit having sex with you for the third day in a row was sending a lot of red flags and warning bells off in my head. Why? Well, a relationship is more than just sex. I was sort of worried you were just using me for experimentation with the whole just a phase thing still lingering at the back of my thoughts. You were starting to remind me of Blythe and her obsession to get me off any chance she could. I didn’t want to draw comparisons between you and Blythe, that is just a nope.
“Wait, wait, wait.” You breathed out just before I could get you over the edge.
“What?” I looked up at you.
“Hold on.” You got off the bed and started digging in your bag.
Words can not describe how shocked I was to see you pull out a strap-on. I swear never in a million years did I think that would have been in your bag.
“Rosey!”
“Look it’s a long story on why I have this.”
“You brought it with the intention to use it which means you were expecting to get laid at one point on this vacation.”
“Or more.” You sheepishly shrugged.
“Rosey!”
“Please don’t make me regret bringing it if my mom finds it I’m so dead.”
“You want me to use that on you?” I could feel my face getting red from embarrassment.
“Please?”
“I don’t even know how,” I admitted.
“Well, you know how a guy and girl have sex right? Well just put it on and do me like that.” You shrugged.
“I can’t believe this.” I shook my head.
“Please, Zara come on, before they get back.”
“Fine, but don’t get mad if I’m bad at this.” I took it out of your hands grabbing it by the dick.
Why was that thing so real looking? How long have you had this? Why did you even have it in the first place was the better question. Putting that thing on was slightly embarrassing, especially with you watching me practically drooling.
No way am I ever telling Blythe about this one.
With a deep breath for courage, I stuck it in you. You moaned loudly. It went in very easily considering how wet you were. To my surprise using that thing was sort of easy. Okay, maybe I liked it.
I became like an animal. With that sort of power over you, I could feel the darkness in me taking over. I got really rough, I wanted to dominate you. I wanted you to know who was in control. I don’t know what came over me, really I don’t, but I never wanted you to see that side of me. And now you were seeing it up close and personal.
Over and over again the headboard to the bed rammed against the wall. You weren’t even talking any more you just dissolved into a moaning, screaming pile of flesh. I had your hands pinned above your head with one hand and had my other on your waist to hold you steady as I repeatedly rammed you.
“Fuck Zara! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Of Fuck! Ahh!” you cried out.
Seeing you climax made me climax. With a final shudder, I collapsed on top of you. We were a sweaty mess.
“Oh…fuck…” You ran your fingers through my hair, still trying to catch your breath.
“Sorry.” I breathed out.
“Sorry? For what? You just fucked my brains out. I didn’t even know you had it in you. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” you chuckled.
“Never.”
“God, you are so hot. The way you took control like that, what came over you? You are usually so gentle and timid. It was like you let out the inner beast in you.”
“Something like that, I try not to be rough with you,” I admitted.
“Well don’t I like it. That was fucking hot.”
“Noted.” I kissed you.
“Girls! Come help us get the stuff!” Melissa called from outside.
“Shit!” I cursed getting off of you and falling on the floor.
“Just a second!” you called.
I shut the door and locked it before quickly shedding the strap-on and hiding it under the mattress. Then I slipped my clothes on very quickly and opened the window to let the room air out. You were having a lot more trouble than me seeing as you had jelly legs.
I grabbed your perfume and sprayed it on me to cover up the sweat. I quickly wiped my forehead and straightened the bed sheets out. By that time they were already in the kitchen putting down some groceries.
“Girls?” Melissa called.
“Coming!” I called out.
I looked at you, you looked normal and dressed but every time you tried to walk your legs shook.
“What am I going to do!” you whisper yelled.
“I don’t know, figure it out!” I yelled back in whisper.
“Zara Scottsdale don’t you leave me in here!”
I opened the door and casually walked out.
“Zara!” you whisper yelled after me.
I helped unload the car and while we were outside you had moved to the kitchen and stood between the fridge and the kitchen island, that way you wouldn’t have to move so much. You started putting up the groceries.
I couldn’t help but try and fail to suppress my laughter as you tried to look normal.
“Shut up!” you hissed as your mom and my dad walked back inside.
“Everything okay in here?” Dad asked.
“Yep.” We said at the same time, then I laughed again.
“Zara, I swear to god I’m going to kill you.” You whispered as I moved to help you put up the food.
“Sorry, it was your idea.” I pointed out.
“I hate you.”
“What are you two whispering about?”
“Nothing!” we said again.
“Right… what did you two get up to while we were gone?” Melissa asked a devious smile on her face.
“Mom seriously, nothing.” You said firmly.
“Then what’s with the fit of giggles?” Dad asked.
“It’s an inside thing.” I shrugged.
“Okay you two, if you say so.” Melissa eyed us.
After that, I was sure the worst was over, but I was wrong. The worst was yet to come. After we put up the food your mom suggested we go to the beach. So we all changed and you with my help, walked down to the beach. It's the same beach from that day.
While our parents were reminiscing about the good old times, we walked hand in hand down the beach. It was nice, peaceful, quiet. I thought there would be more people out. But it was that weird time of day where it was too late to go out if you intended to spend the day on the beach, and too early if you intended to spend a night. So it was perfect.
“How are the legs?” I asked.
“I’ll murder you in your sleep.”
“What? I am genuinely concerned I’ve never fucked anyone so hard they couldn’t walk before.”
“Ha ha very funny, I’m going to get payback you know. I’m going to make you orgasm so many times you can’t even speak a sentence much less walk.”
“That’s just mean.” I pouted.
“What’s mean is unleashing your inner sexual monster right before our parents get home. Where was that monster yesterday?”
“That monster, I try to keep locked away, because I don’t like that monster.”
“You should embrace it, I liked it.” You kissed me on the cheek.
“I don’t know.” I looked down.
“What’s so bad about it?” you pulled me to the side and sat on a rock, patting the spot next to you so I could sit.
“That monster comes from a very dark place inside of me, the same place my anger comes from. I don’t like letting it control me.” I admitted sitting next to you.
“Oh.” Was all you said.
“It’s this need inside of me, this need to be able to control the situation, to control people around me. Because I can’t control myself, I have to try and control everything around me. When you surprised me, I felt like I was out of control of the situation. I guess you sort of triggered it. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, it’s okay. This is just between you and me okay.” You interlocked our fingers.
“You’re not afraid of me?”
“God no, between us I like it when someone asserts themselves. It’s a major turn on for me, in fact it’s why I kissed you in that cave. Because you were so brave like you didn’t care we were strangers or whatever. You just kept flirting with me, showing off, when you pushed me against that cave wall, I lost it.” You sighed.
“Really?” I giggled.
“Really.” You smiled.
“I thought I was making a fool out of myself.” I laughed.
“Oh you were, but you were a cute fool and that’s all that counts.”
You looked to see if anyone was around and when you were satisfied you snuck in a quick kiss. I couldn’t help but hold you in place and kiss you again.
“Rosey?” someone called.
We jolted apart.
“Oh my god, it is you.” He walked over to us.
He was muscular, tallish and basically drop dead gorgeous. He had shaggy black hair and bright green eyes. Somehow I just knew who he was before you even said,
“Beck?”
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