“Oh no, don’t cry.” I see her eyes gloss over and she wipes her eyes too. Then we both start giggling. “Hey, can I put just a little make-up on you?” she asks.
“Sure.” I shrug. I’ve never had makeup on before.
We sit in the car and she grabs her makeup bag, telling me she’s just going to add a little color. She adds a little blush, a little mascara and some lip gloss and then fluffs my hair with her hands.
“You look beautiful Amy. Dillon is going to be speechless.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah. You like my brother, don’t you? He’s hard not to fall in love with.”
“He has Candice.”
“Phh….Candice is a brat. He knows it. She’s not good for him. They’re not really serious. It’s just sex.”
I’m immediately uncomfortable and she can tell. I really don’t want to picture Dillon having sex with that pretty girl.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t talk about them like that. I know he cares for her, but she’s not the one for him. They have nothing in common. She’s a city girl and he’s a farm boy. He’s had the same group of friends all through college and she just happens to be part of that group. She doesn’t even come around much since they finished school. I don’t think she likes the ranch.
“She’s really pretty.”
“So are you Amy. You really are. Look.” She turns her compact mirror towards me so I can see what she did. “Your blue eyes are so pretty. The mascara makes them pop. You have milky skin and those lips, for crying out loud. Women pay for those lips.”
“Thanks Laney.” I smile shyly.
“Just know that Dillon is a good guy, Amy. I can tell he really cares for you. If you ever need to talk about girl stuff, call me. I mean it. You can talk to me about anything. That’s what girlfriends are for. In the meantime, read that book!” She taps on the book bag and laughs.
We arrive back at the ranch and Laney helps me unload all of the bags from her car.
“Amy, think about what I said. About the doctor. I’ll take you and then we can have another girl day.”
“Okay, thanks again, Laney.” I give her a wave as she backs down the driveway.
I’m exhausted but a good exhausted. I’m not used to so much activity. I shuffle up the stairs with my bags when a noise makes me freeze. A whimper. I set my bags down and slowly walk toward the sound. It’s coming from Dillon’s room. The door is wide open.
I stand frozen in the doorway. Candice is completely nude sitting on top of Dillon, grinding her body against his. He’s on his back, his hands gripping her hips as she moves on top of him. Their naked bodies are connected. His chest is glistening with sweat. His eyes are closed. She has her head thrown back, her long hair cascading down her back. Her arms are stretched behind her and resting on his thighs. Her body is arched and her breasts thrust toward the ceiling with her movements. Her moans get louder as her movements quicken. Dillon groans and as I stand there watching, a gush of fluid soaks my panties. My lips part with a sigh and that tingling that I felt in the shower spreads through my body. My legs suddenly feel weak. I close my eyes as the feeling starts to become intense.
“What the hell!”
My eyes fly open as Candice screams at me, pulling the covers over the two of them. Oh God.
“Dillon! She was standing there watching. She’s a freak!”
My eyes dart to Dillon’s as his eyes land on mine. I’m completely mortified as I run to Laney’s room and slam the door, leaning against it as my chest heaves. I am a freak. Dillon’s going to want me to leave. Where am I going to go? What is wrong with me? Why did I stand there and watch?
I hear them scream back and forth at each other for quite a while, and then I hear footsteps descend the stairs. It’s quiet for a few minutes before I hear a light knock on the other side of the door.
“Amy, can I come in?”
I back away from the door and sit on the edge of the bed. “Yeah,” I say quietly.
I try to prepare myself for what he’s going to say. He opens the door hesitantly and walks in wearing a pair of sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt that he clearly threw on in a rush. He looks disheveled. He runs his hand through his hair and each time he goes to speak, he stops himself. He’s probably so frustrated with me. I stare up at him as my heart races and my eyes start to water. My face flushes as I sit there and fidget with my hands. Does he think I’m a freak? Am I freak?
“I’m not mad at you,” he finally says. “The door should have been closed. It’s my fault. You didn’t do anything wrong, Amy.”