Chapter two
hundred:
Becky found
herself sitting in the middle of Zac’s bed, methodically removing the various
bobby pins from her hair and piling them nearly next to her right knee.
Zac had changed into a t-shirt and a pair of
jeans in record time and had gone to help his father and brothers clean up the
back yard and move chairs.
Becky had gone
straight back to the pool house to remove her shoes and rest her aching feet.
Zac appeared in
the door.
“Hey,
babe. How are the
feet?”
“Blistered,
but better.” She
smiled. “Need any help outside?”
“Nope, all set.”
“Okay.”
“It was a
beautiful wedding, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, it really
was.” He sat next to her.
“Did I tell you
how beautiful you looked tonight?”
Becky smiled. “About a million times.”
“Good.” He
laughed.
They were both
silent for a few minutes, Becky curling a lock of her blonde hair around her
finger. “Zac?”
“Yeah,
babe.”
“Kiss me.”
“What?” He asked
in slight confusion, not sure if she was asking or demanding.
She pressed her
lips to his in a lingering kiss. She smiled shyly when the kiss broke.
Zac leaned in
closer to her, not entirely satisfied.
Within seconds,
a few short and tentative kisses turned to ravenous and hungry deep kisses.
Becky slid up
towards the head of the bed, bringing Zac with her, by tangling her hands in
his hair.
Zac reached out
with his right hand and brushed his fingers across her cheek, sliding them into
her hair.
“Zac,” She
whispered, as his lips left hers and traveled to the tender area just below her
ear.
With her hands,
she began easing his t-shirt up towards his arms. He ceased his kisses long
enough to help her pull his shirt over his head, leaving him partially exposed
and free to return to his kisses. His hand slid slowly down from her neck, and
drifted down, coming to rest on her left breast.
Becky gasped in
alarm, causing him to stop entirely, and push himself up with both hands on the
mattress. “Sorry.” He apologized quickly, his cheeks flushing. “I was moving too
fast-“
“No, it’s okay.
I was just shocked, I wasn’t expecting you to… it was weird.” She stammered.
“It felt weird?”
He asked, his eyes falling on her lips.
“No,
not weird… different.
But good.” She smiled slightly.
“I’ll slow
down.” He said quickly, “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t.” She
took his hand. “Here,” She placed it firmly on her breast. “See?”
Zac’s blush
turned pinker.
“It’s okay. I
want to do this too, remember?” She smiled.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Kiss me again.”
She prompted.
Zac grinned and
kissed her lips deeply until she moaned softly against his lips.
He reluctantly
let his hand stray from the mound of her breast and searched at her side for
the zipper to her dress. He found it successfully, his nervous fingers fumbling
with it. He managed to force the zipper half way but it stuck. “Damn, he
muttered.
“It’s the
fabric, it sticks,” Becky slipped out from beneath him and stood next to the
side of the bed. “Here.” Zac sat up, trying to catch his breath, and raking a
sweaty palm through his hair.
Becky fumbled
with the zipper of her dress and succeeded in releasing the zipper. Zac watched
in slight awe as the dress seemed to float to the ground in slow motion,
leaving her standing in front of him in a pink strapless bra and a pair of pink
panties.
Zac’s eyes
slowly scanned every inch of newly exposed skin.
“Zac?” Becky asked softly.
“Yeah?” Zac snapped back to reality, feeling his
jeans becoming suddenly tighter.
“You have a
condom right?”
“Yeah,
yeah.” He reached
into the nightstand and fumbled through, the miscellaneous junk. “God, they’re
in here somewhere.
“Let me.” She
quickly rummaged through the drawer while Zac quickly removed his jeans.
At last she
produced a condom and held onto it triumphantly. She smiled somewhat
seductively, and while Zac still gaped at the beautiful and barely dressed
woman in front of him, she moved quickly, straddling his lap and pushing him
back onto the bed, surprisingly roughly.