Chapter 12 Twelve Inches #3
My gaze met Preston’s, and he gave me the same smug little grin he had when I’d walked in and seen Destiny on her back with Preston between her legs, pumping into her while Colt knelt over her face, fucking her mouth.
I still remembered how Preston held my gaze and smirked at me, like he knew it hurt me to see, and he liked that.
I’d spent the rest of that night feeling dirty and ashamed of my own arousal at the sight.
I wanted to wash my brain with bleach, but it was too late.
It was burned into my memory. It wasn’t too late this time, though.
I tore my gaze away and turned my back, slipping the straps of my dress down over my shoulders.
“Woo-hoo,” Destiny cheered, doing a shoulder shimmy to shake her much more manageable chest. “Take it off, girl.”
“I’m not doing it alone,” I said. “Y’all better get to stripping, too.”
Now that someone had pulled the cork, the others rushed to follow. They started peeling off their formalwear, and I tried to ignore the fact that Preston and Becca hadn’t joined us. I wouldn’t look again, wouldn’t make the same mistake I’d made earlier in the year.
That was the first and last time I’d gone into the room at Grampa Darlings’ that they called the Den of Iniquity, though it was always a big draw at the Darling parties.
I knew what their family was like, but I hadn’t been raised like that, and some of their tastes were just too extreme for me.
I was glad I’d gotten Devlin, who didn’t seem to share in his cousins’ love of debauchery.
I dropped my dress and stepped out of my heels at the same time, forcing myself not to cover myself with my hands. Even with my underthings on, I was sure they could see the bulge in the front of my panties, that they’d tease me—or worse Devlin—about my “package?”
I saw Lacey’s date ogling me, and Devlin must have seen it too because he stepped in front of me.
I knew he was trying to shield me from the eyes of his friends, and suddenly, my courage melted away and I just felt stupid and exposed.
I wanted to think his move was a protective gesture, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was ashamed of the way I looked and didn’t want his friends to give him shit about it.
Did he really like my curves, not just the ones that were supposed to be round but the others too—my belly, my thighs, my pussy?
My mama always said, “to each their own” and “there’s a body type for every body” and stuff like that.
She was curvy too, and she always said that’s how she landed the mayor even though she was from the other side of the tracks.
That wasn’t exactly true, of course. He hadn’t been the mayor when they got together, and they divorced not too long after he was elected.
Dad was more comfortable if I wore a high-necked one-piece to the beach, but that was because he didn’t like the attention grown men gave me.
He’d never once even suggested I go on a diet or get a salad instead of a steak when we went out to eat—though his annoying new wife had.
At the end of the day, my parents might think I was perfect exactly as I was, but they were my parents.
No one else owed me that level of unconditional acceptance.
As I stood there in my underwear, watching my boyfriend watch my thinner friends undress, I wanted to cry.
I wasn’t even sure Devlin liked my body.
I tried to think of a comment he’d made that signified that he preferred my body type, but I couldn’t think of a single thing.
I told myself it was fine, a good thing, even.
If he liked me for my personality, that was better than if he’d picked me because he thought I was hot.
Looks faded, after all. People always said what was on the inside counted more.
But sometimes a girl needs to feel like her boyfriend just can’t keep his hands off her, can’t wait to fuck her. Like Becca must feel right now, when she couldn’t get up and join us without showing everyone what they’d been doing.
Suddenly, I hated her.
I’d been teased about being chubby, and then about having boobs before everyone else, and now I wasn’t fat, but I was too much of everything.
Too tall, too busty, too thick. There was no longer a Preston to punch out the senior guys for staring.
He was busy with whatever fetish that was—I wasn’t sure if the appeal was the public aspect or the fact that neither of them were moving.
Was it a contest of wills to see who would break first?
“Last one in has a tiny dick,” Destiny yelled, running for the water and doing a cannon ball.
“Whoa, is there something you want to tell us?” one of the senior guys said, shoving Colt.
“I got big dick energy,” Destiny called, flopping onto her back in the water. “Guess I’m the only one.”
“I think it’s big clit energy for you, babe,” Colt said, jumping in with a splash.
He grabbed Destiny, and they wrestled around in the water while the other guys jumped in.
Devlin reached back and took my hand and squeezed.
I relaxed, and together we went to the edge.
He held my hand tightly in his as we stepped onto the first step at the edge of the pool.
He didn’t seem worried that anyone would think he had a small penis just because he was taking it slow, knowing I didn’t like to get in cold water fast.
That gave me courage, and I squeezed his hand and descended the steps with him. The water wasn’t too cold once I got used to it, but I wasn’t about to cannonball and risk one of my boobs coming out of my bra.
“Aw, look who has little dick energy,” Destiny said, swimming over with a grin on her face.
“It’s more about the dick than the energy,” I said, smiling back.
“Oh really?” she said, wiggling her brows at Devlin.
“I haven’t had any complaints,” he said easily. “Not that Dolly has anything to compare it to.”
Everyone laughed, and we splashed around for a minute, and I tried not to think about how much of me could be seen under the water with the lights in the side of the pool illuminating our bodies and making me look pale as a fish belly.
“Come on, losers,” Destiny called to Carmen and Lacey, who were standing at the edge of the pool together in their lacy underwear.
They kept dipping their toes in and then dancing around pretending it was freezing cold and they weren’t sure if they wanted to get in.
Of course this drew attention, and sensing a challenge, the guys all swam over to try to pull them in.
“This is fun,” Destiny said. “We should jump off the balcony.”
The second-floor balcony was right at the edge of the pool, so this was something we’d done on occasion for a few years, basically since our parents stopped watching us in the pool. But it definitely required the kind of high-necked one-piece my father was fond of, at least for me.
“No way,” I said. “My boobs would fly out of my bra and give me two black eyes.”
Destiny grinned and bobbed in the water. “Fair enough. I didn’t figure you’d get in at all.”
I forced myself not to glance over at Preston and Becca, who were still in their chair. “Why not?” I asked. “I’m not always going to be the party pooper.”
“Party pooper,” she said, laughing. “You sound like a grandma.”
Behind her, Devlin reached out of the pool and grabbed Lacey’s ankle, threatening to pull her in. She shrieked like she was dying, her voice echoing around the edges of the pool.
“Don’t you care that Colt’s over there drooling over your friends?” I asked, glowering.
“Nah,” Destiny said. “We’re just on a date. You know we’re not like that. I can go over there and kick Devlin in the nuts if you want, though.”
“It’s okay,” I said, sighing. “I can’t blame him. He doesn’t get to see hot girls in their underwear very often.”
“Um, he gets to see you out of your underwear.”
“Yeah, but… You know. I’m his girlfriend. Plus, I’m not everyone’s type.”
“You’re insane, that’s what you are,” she said. “You look like Marilyn Monroe. You’re literally every guy’s type.”
“I could fit two of you in my pants,” I pointed out. “One in each leg.”
She giggled and spread her arms out in the water. “Well, I’m not saying that every guy would pick you over two of me, but that’s because they’re all obsessed with threesomes. Which, now that I’ve got a couple under my belt, I can tell you are not as awesome as they want you to believe.”
“Did you actually believe they’d be awesome?” I asked, letting myself bob in the water and trying not to remember the sight of my bestie getting railed from both ends.
“I mean, I wanted to see what the fuss was about,” she says. “I’m not sorry I had them. Gotta do it once before you die, right? Something to check off the ole bucket list. Besides, when we get to college, everyone’s going to have done it.”
“They are?”
“Sure,” she said. “You know how it goes. Freshman year you start with blowjobs, and you add one thing per year. So regular, then anal, and by graduation, everyone’s had a threesome. It’s the senior year rite of passage. And you know how I like to be a trendsetter. Gotta stay ahead of the class.”
“So I have to do anal this year?” I asked, laughing. “Where do you get this stuff?”
Our words were interrupted by another shriek as Lacey fell into the pool. She splashed around screaming and flailing like she was drowning until Devlin grabbed her and pinned her arms to her sides. I gritted my teeth as she wriggled around, pretending she was trying to get away.
“Okay, that’s it,” Destiny said. “I’m going to go kick some ass.”
“It’s fine,” I assured her, but she’d already turned and was swimming over to them.
I didn’t want to be in the middle of the drama, and I didn’t want to stand over at the edge of the pool alone and wait for everyone to turn and look at me when she went off on Devlin, so I grabbed the edge of the pool and quickly hoisted myself up.