Page 16 of Cedarwood Cabin

He grabs the top of my arm tightly, his grip strong as his expression darkens.

Without thinking, I spit in his face, my saliva landing below his eye. He freezes, not knowing how to react. His grip on my arm loosens and his eyes burn with fury as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

“Trust me, you’re gonna pay for that,” he declares.

I push him with all my strength and dart past him, the crowd closing in around me as I run.

I rush past people and look over my shoulder, making sure that Jonny isn't following me.

Catching my breath, I stop at the bar area, scanning the crowd. I spot Marty, Nancy, and my father standing at the other end of the bar as I make a beeline towards them.

“Why are you out of breath? You okay?” Nancy asks.

“Yeah, it’s just very hot in here,” I say quickly.

I couldn’t tell them about Jonny. My father would only make a scene and I don’t want the drama.

“Well, why don't you step outside for some fresh air with Marty while Nancy and I get more beers?” my father suggests.

Relief washes over me when I realize Marty hasn't said anything to my father.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Marty says, almost too eagerly.

Marty puts a hand on my lower back, weaving us through the crowd towards the exit. We step outside and the cool, refreshing air hits my face. I can’t help but cough as it’s quickly interrupted by the cigarette smokers outside.

“Come here,” Marty says, guiding me away from the crowd.

The noise from the bar is muddled as we turn around a corner. I lean against the brick wall as Marty stands in front of me.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

“Marty…About earlier…” I start to say. He moves closer before I finish my sentence, placing one against the brick near my head.

He gently guides my chin with his other hand, forcing me to look into his eyes. Somehow, our lips meet and his hand moves to my cheek.

What am I doing? Stop! Flora, stop! He is twice your age!

I don’t even like him like that, but his tongue meets mine and I lose myself for a moment.

My back presses against the brick wall and Marty suddenly stops kissing me.

“Fuck…I want you, Flora,” he says, kissing me again before continuing. “However, you’re twenty and my friend's daughter. We shouldn't be doing this.”

We both study each other for a moment. He’s right; we shouldn't be doing this.

I haven’t kissed a guy since I was seventeen at Holland’s house party.

Grabbing my hand, Marty leads me further around the corner out of sight from everyone now. He places one of his hands under my thigh, lifting my leg up against his hip as he starts kissing my neck.

I can feel his other hand inching over the waistband of my shorts to my panties.

“Marty…”

“Flora,” he murmurs against my neck.

I feel his finger start to move under my panties and I gasp. “I…I…I can’t. I’ve never done this before,” I stutter.

“What, outside?”

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