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politely but firmly correct them when they would approach me. They don't know any better Fiona, you look like a grown woman. Being beautiful doesn't help the situation. And she would smile. She knew how it was because she had the same issues as a young girl. “And he didn't act on it for god's sake,” I told the bubbling sauce pot.
    “Does it answer you like in Beauty and the Beast? The Disney version, of course.”
    I jumped, thankful that I wasn't holding anything breakable. “No. Sorry. Thinking out loud.”
    His face creased with worry and then he forced a smile. “Smells awesome. Jean's I supposed?”
    “Is there any other sauce?” I laughed.
    “There are but they can't hold a candle.” He pulled some napkins from the cupboard and filled the holder.
    “Candle? They can't hold a match!” I said in mock horror.
    “True story. What else can I do to get ready?”
    “Pour the wine.”
    “You're too young to drink, Fiona.” He scowled at me but it was all for show.
    “You won't tattle if I have one little glass will you? It would be a shame to start college never having had a drink.” Even I couldn't keep a straight face and we both laughed.
    “Sure. No alcohol has ever passed those pretty lips.” He caught himself and he turned quickly from me. I chose to ignore it. It wouldn't be healthy to keep coming unglued over something as simple as attraction.
    “Nope. Never. Now you can get the salad dressings for me, too.” I used by best bossy voice and totally ignored the flush of shame on his handsome face.
    He did as asked, gathering the bottles from the fridge. “And?”
    “And sit and put your feet up. You were in the hot sun all day.”
    He sat, sipping wine from the plain glasses I had chosen. I could feel his eyes on me. When I dropped a fork and bent to get it, his eyes on me was like a touch. I felt my pussy grow wet, my nipples go hard, my heart rush to life. It was all a swirling red mist of want and I had to suck in a breath to think. The feel of his gaze on me was almost like being penetrated.
    At the table talk turned to college. “You realize we have a rocking university here,” he said, teasing me. “Why would you want to go all the way to Southern California?”
    I shrugged, sipping my wine and rolling my eyes at the perfectly sweet sauce. “I have no clue. Marielle was going there and some other people and I felt no pull or loyalty to a particular campus so I thought it would be fun to surf and see the other coast while I learned to pick apart people's brains.” I grinned.
    “That's it!” He shook his head. “All that to surf?”
    “I'm not even sure I want to surf. I just...I don't know.”
    “Hmm. That's a lot of money to not know.”
    “Jack says he has it and not to worry.” Jack is my stepfather. We get along well for stepdaughter and new dad. Better than most.
    “Ah, good man Jack.”
    “Mom's happy.”
    “And that's what matters.” The phone rang and he tossed his napkin on his plate. “Dare I say as good as Jean's. She'd spin in her grave to hear me say it, but it's true. You're a talent, kid. I'm gonna grab that.”
    I felt ridiculously proud of myself when he kissed the top of my head and bolted. I started to clear.
    “I'll get all that,” he yelled.
    “I don't mind.” I said. It would give me something to do so I didn't turn the kiss on the head to something more. Say, me and him spread across the dining room table as he fucked me hard and messy. Face to face this time. Lips to lips. Cock to cunt. I wanted to watch his face as he cameas he fucked me and touched me and made me come too.
    After my shower, I heard him muttering to himself. In the bedroom. I passed by, refusing to pause for any length of time. I feared spying on him again and knew if I caught him doing anything like the night before, I wouldn't have any control. I would watch. I caught the words young and bad . I shook my head.
    I darted into my room, hoping I hadn't left too much water on the