Chapter Nineteen: Bedtime

Scott's jaw clenched so hard that I could almost hear it crack. He nodded and stepped away.

Keith's smile returned, but it had a nasty twist to it. He came up to me and put his arm around my shoulder before guiding me through the house. I wanted so badly to shake his arm off me, feeling as if it was restraining me instead of guiding me. However, I also had no wish to humiliate anyone further, so I allowed him to escort me out.

He didn't say anything until we had made it mostly down the block before he stopped and jerked me against him.

"Your mother and father have given me permission to take you out on a proper date," he told me excitedly, his eyes never leaving my lips.

I pushed against his chest, but he was too strong for me to get him to let go. I felt dirty, disgusted that his hands were on my body where, only moments ago, Mr. Jones' hands were.

"I appreciate the thought," I told him in a shaky voice, trying desperately to sound calm and brave. "But, I don't think that would be a really good idea."

"I think it would be a very, very, good idea," he said, dropping his head trying to press a kiss to my lips.

With one mighty shove, I forced myself out of his arms. "No!" I shouted.

I pushed him further away and hurried back to the house before he could say another word. Mother was waiting for me by the door with a raised eyebrow as if she had seen everything and was none too pleased with how it went down.

"Finish saying goodnight and thank you to your guests, then get to bed. Maybe a good night's sleep will fix your lack of manners," She snipped.

Lack of manners? I had just gotten pawed against my will by a man who had never shown me an ounce of respect! Was my mother serious? I thought to myself, aghast. Sadly, I knew she was.

Sighing in resignation, I stood next to my mother and joined her in thanking our guests and seeing them out the door. Molly and Scott were the last ones, and they both leaned in to give me a hug.

"Thank you so much. This was one of the best birthdays I've had in a while," I whispered to Molly.

"No problem, sweetie. I love you," she whispered back.

"Love you, too."

Scott hugged me tightly. "No matter what your parents say, stay away from Keith."

I nodded in agreement.

I was absolutely sure that I wanted nothing to do with that man, and I wouldn't let my parents tell me otherwise.

As soon as they were gone, I excused myself to bed and rushed into the room to look out the window. Sure enough, Mr. Jones was sitting in his chair facing it towards my window. My heart sped up so fast I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. Even with the distance, I could feel his hot gaze on me as if he could see every inch of my body. And I soo badly wanted to show him.

Slowly, I loosened the ties on the front of my dress and pushed the shoulders down, allowing the dress to pool at my feet. My bra and panties were plain and white, but they were only going to be on for a moment anyway. I slowly let my bra fall away from me. The shy part of me screamed in horror. But with the distance, I had grown bold. I felt this odd sense of power, knowing that Mr. Jones was watching me, becoming turned on by my body.

I loved it.

As I dropped my hands, revealing my breasts to his heated gaze, I could have sworn I heard his breath catch. Feeling empowered, I cupped my breasts gently, feeling the goosebumps spring up all over my body. My nipples hardened immediately, and they soo badly wanted to be touched, played with. Just the tiny light brush of my fingers across the tips drew a gasp out of my lips. I wanted more, so much more. Mr. Jones's eyes seemed to be glued to my fingertips as I pinched them gently, moaning at the exquisite pleasure that pulsed through me. My panties grew even more damp, and I didn't know how much longer I could ignore the aching need down there.

I reached down and gradually pushed my panties down my legs until they hit my ankles, then stepped out of them. I was naked... glorious bared for Mr. Jones's hungry eyes. I watched as he took a step forward as if he could reach for me. I bit my lip to keep the whimper of need behind my teeth so it would not be heard by anyone beyond myself. I understood his desire wholeheartedly. I very much wanted his hands on me instead of my own.

I spread my legs wide and slid my hand between them, cupping my private place, gently caressing and stroking the soft hair to drive myself crazy with the tender touch.

I moaned. "Please."

I didn't know who I was begging for more, but it seemed like something I had to do. I pressed the heel of my hand against the top of it and began to thrust my hips forward, feeling the pressure build.

"Oh god," I whispered as I opened my eyes that I hadn't realized I'd closed and locked eyes with Mr. Jones.

One of my fingers slid between the wet, sensitive lips and bumped my clit, almost sending me to the ground.

"Yes..." I groaned a little too loudly, then bit my lip and bumped that tiny nub again. "Oh god, yes."

The feeling was amazingly wonderful. I began to rub the area around my clit, finding it much too sensitive to rub directly. The pleasure built faster and faster until my finger was going crazy, and my hips were jerking uncontrollably. Whimpers and moans were piling up behind my teeth and threatening to push their way out. I slapped my free hand over my lips as I felt the sweet, delicious explosion begin to take me over. A loud cry was muffled by my palm as the pleasure slammed into me.

My finger flicked my clit over and over again, not really ready for the sensations to be over. My knees felt like jelly, and my legs threatened to drop out from under me. I stumbled forward and knelt on the ground right next to the window where I could look out at Mr. Jones. He gave me a pleased smile and blew me a gentle kiss. I sent him a weak one back and laid my head on the window soaking up the cool glass against my overly warmed forehead. After I finally caught my breath, I saw Mr. Jones raise his hand and point back towards the bedroom, indicating it was time for me to go to sleep. I nodded and finally managed to get myself up and ready for bed.

With penguin in my hands, the moment my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.