I might be on top, but Kyle has taken full control, using his hands on my hips to control the tempo. My breathing comes out rasped as a second orgasm quickly approaches. Tears squeeze from the corners of my eyes and drip down my face. I whimper as my body coils tighter and tighter. When I come, I feel as if I’ve dropped from the edge of a cliff, headfirst, rapidly spiraling to the ground.
“You’re so sexy, know that?” Kyle says, slamming his cock into me. He lets out a groan that seems to come from the deepest part of him, and seconds later, I’m flooded with hot liquid.
I fall over him, and he rests his hands on my ass cheeks and gently strokes it as if lulling me to sleep. He remains inside me, semi-hard, and I slowly drift off to sleep. The next thing I know I’m being lifted amid soft murmurs, but I’m too tired to wake up.
***
A vibration sounds too close to my ear, and I wake up startled. The first thing I realize is that the sun is already out and streaming in through the half-open drapes. I glance to Kyle’s side to confirm that he has left for the day. He’s meeting some townspeople today to interview them and get their side of the story of the events that happened fifteen years ago.
The vibration comes again, and I reach for my phone and glance at the time. Nine o’clock. A twinge of guilt comes over me. I can’t believe that I’ve slept until nine. My mother’s number flashes across the screen. My heart skips a beat. It’s too early for her to call.
I press to answer. “Mom, is everything all right with Dad?” My voice comes out hoarse, and there’s no disguising the fact that I’m still in bed.
I cough in an attempt to clear it.
“Yes, your father is just fine, and so am I.” She sounds upset.
“What is it?”
“Did you read the link I sent you?” she asks tightly.
I let out a sigh. I can’t believe that she called me so early to discuss another of Kyle’s gossip items. I fight down my exasperation. “Mom, there will always be false stories about Kyle in the gossip columns. Whatever story it is, it’s not true.”
“There were pictures,” she says coldly.
“There’s photoshop,” I point out. I trust Kyle, and unless he tells me himself, I’ve made a vow not to believe anything I read about him.
“Of our daughter, half-naked in a pool doing God knows what with a man, exposed for the whole world to see,” she explodes.
My blood turns cold. “Me?”
“Yes, you, Grace! I can’t believe you’d do that to us. Two people have called already to ask if it’s really you. Your father was supposed to go on a volunteer shift today at the station. He had to cancel that. How will we ever show our faces in public again?”
While she speaks, I put her on speaker phone and tap my phone for the latest news. I see the gossip headlines then, and a feeling of sickness comes over me.
The Mysterious Fat Girl That Kyle Bryce Is Dating!
Thunder Thighs Lands A Movie Star!
Poll: Do you think Kyle Bryce can do better?
With shaking fingers, I click on one of the links, and a full-color picture of me and Kyle lying side by side fills my screen. The photographer or drone camera or whatever focused on my thighs, and I look disproportionate in the picture. I let out a cry of distress. I click on another link, and this time, the picture is of us in the pool, and by the look of ecstasy on my face, it’s not difficult to put two and two.
“Yes, that’s exactly what we feel like doing. Screaming. Grace, you swore you were different from your parents, and we believed you. This road you’re on is leading you to the same fate. Please stop seeing him. He’s not good for you. Go back to your normal life, I beg you. This won’t end well.”
Feelings of resentment come over me. It always comes down to my parents. It’s unfair that they never let me forget my parents’ mistakes, and I’m fed up with it.
“I am not my parents,” I say between clenched teeth. “I’m sorry that I’ve embarrassed you, but Mom, I’m an adult, and I was just having some fun with a man I happened to like very much. It’s a coincidence that he’s famous, but that’s part of who he is. I’m not going to miss out on a good thing because of my parents’ mistakes. But you won’t let me forget, will you?”
“This is not just about you! Of course, just like your father, you don’t care how your actions are affecting other people!”
I can’t believe my mother and I are shouting at each other. It has never happened. In the past, when we disagreed, I listened quietly, took whatever Mom dished out, and then murmured my apologies.