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Chapter 1

Ginny

My two favorite times of the year are of course Christmas and my birthday. I look forward to them both so much and this year is definitely going to be my year. I mean, I’m turning eighteen finally. I can vote and buy lottery tickets and go to Mexico and legally drink.

It’s also my year because not only am I turning eighteen but I’m turning eighteen the day we graduate from high school. I’m so ready for this. I can’t wait to be done with this stupid school and the stupid boys that constantly hit on me. They’re all gross and boring. Not a single one of them makes me feel a thing. So, I’m graduating a technical virgin unlike the rest of my friends.

My best friend Callie thinks I’m crazy for constantly saying no to the offers, but I think she’s crazy for sleeping with the disgusting grunge that go to our school. Even the popular jocks are jokes.

I don’t want any of them touching me. Haven’t since the day that I spotted Mark in his pool swimming—naked. I was fifteen and it was like a fuse inside me was suddenly lit. All I wanted after that was for him to want me in return.

He hasn’t really shown an interest despite my best attempts. Anytime we have a party that he’s invited to, I make sure to wear something revealing—well, as much as I can if my mom gets involved which is quite often. I hug and hold onto him every chance I possibly can as well.

My favorite was our Labor Day party at the beginning of the school year. I was wearing a bikini with cheeky bottoms that showed off more than they covered of my bubbly ass. My top was barely keeping my boobs in place and the cover up I had on was open in front, giving him definite eyefuls. I swear I heard a grunt from him when one of the sons of my dad’s business partners came over to get me to go swimming with him. Mark’s hands had tightened on my waist, letting the kid know that I wasn’t feeling the greatest and wouldn’t be swimming.

I thought it was a turning point for us but since then there’s been nothing I can really point to as different. I so wish I could. I mean, I’ve gone so far as to lounge next to my window in practically nothing hoping he’ll see from his bedroom window and be enticed.

He finally came home last week after being away for three months and I took it a step further having missed him entirely, missed laying out for him to look at me. I laid out on the little balcony off my room topless, letting the warm sun wash over me.

It still got me nowhere with him so last night I did something I’ve never done in my entire life. I started masturbating in full view at my window.

Right now, I’m really hoping that the phone ringing just as I was about to slip the dildo Callie bought me as an early birthday present inside me wasn’t simply a coincidence. I wasn’t going to answer it when it started ringing. The only reason I stopped was because my mother was out getting the last of the stuff for today’s party and I knew she’d just keep calling if it was her. Theblocked number kept me from picking up, but it also stopped me from going back to what I was doing.

There were way too many thoughts, questions, swirling through my brain to get back into the mood. The mindset to put that thing inside me. I’ve never done that with it, was only going to do it to give Mark a show, but that interruption destroyed the moment for sure.

Which now leaves me wondering what to wear today. As soon as graduation is over, we’re coming home for the party, my double celebration. A ton of people from school are going to be stopping by before we get to the dinner later tonight.

My bedroom door opens, and I give Callie a grin as she strolls in without knocking. She glances at the clothes on my bed and lifts a brow before shaking her head at me. “What?”

“These would all be awesome for your dinner tonight but not for graduation girl,” she states before moving into my closet, coming out with a white sundress we bought last summer. “This will make your parents smile when they look back at pictures for it in ten years. Plus, you can totally wear your bikini under it and not have to change for the party then.”

“Okay, so which one do you think for tonight?” I ask with another glance at the three dresses on the bed. “I’m thinking the black one.”

“It’s cool but do you really want your parents wondering if your boobs are going to be falling out over dinner?” Callie returns, making me laugh softly. “Do the blush bandage dress. You’ll look hot as hell with it clinging to your curves and your mom won’t be worried over how much of your boobs are showing.”

“See this is why you’re my best friend despite the fact that you like sleeping with the imbeciles that we go to school with,” I stated before grabbing my white bikini and slipping into my bathroom to change.

“Yet you invite them all over to your house for the parties,” Callie counters and I poke my head around the door sticking out my tongue at her.

“Mom makes the invites. If I told her I didn’t want to throw parties for everyone she’d ground me for a year. All she wanted was for me to be prom queen.”

“I know, and you made her super proud by becoming the only virgin prom queen in like fifteen years,” Callie joked but I simply rolled my eyes as I glanced over my image in the mirror. The dresswasperfect for the graduation ceremony and the pool party afterwards. It buttons up the entire front, meaning another way to tease Mark if he comes over for the party as invited.

He’s always at our house for events, so I don’t see him missing this one. Even when the parties are meant for my classmates he’s been here, invited by my parents despite him not having kids. He’s probably about my dad’s age, forty something I’d say, but damn, he’s still got a rock-solid body, and the grey in his hair is hot. He’s a silver fox for sure.

I don’t know why he’s never married. The few times I overheard my mom offer to set him up he just said he’d settle down with someone when it was the right one. He usually let her set up the blind dates but that’s all they were, a single blind date.

I’d watch for his car to come home the nights that I knew he was out with another girl, but thankfully, he always came home alone. I know I haven’t seen a woman in his bedroom in the last four years, and most of the women mentioned that they loved the time with him but that he sent them home alone afterwards. That shouldn’t make me happy, but it does, and I want to know more, know what it would take to get into his bedroom.

Callie’s holding out a pair of wedge espadrilles with cute lace-up straps around the ankle when I exit my bathroom. They finish the outfit well and give me an idea to get Mark’s hands onme later as well. It puts a grin on my lips as we head downstairs, and I slip into Callie’s car to get to the ceremony on time.

The diploma means little to me. Unlike others in my class, I don’t have any huge urge to rush off to college. Hell, I don’t want to rush anywhere except into Mark’s bed.

It’s not like my parents are going to cut me off if I don’t go to college now. If I have to get a job to placate them then I’ll do it. I’d probably get one at a pet shop because I love animals. My mom doesn’t want them in the house though, so I’ve never been able to have even a cat. I’m definitely more a dog girl than a cat girl though. I haven’t met a dog that hasn’t liked me yet while I’m out on jogs or hiking. Even the shyest ones come to me.

A little thrill runs down my body when we pull into the driveway at home after the ceremony and around to the back garage. Mark’s already at the grill talking with one of my dad’s business partners, Eli. His son and daughter are five years older than I am so he offered to come get the grill going while we were finishing up at the school, so people wouldn’t have to wait for food.

I move straight over to them and smile fully when Mark gives me a hug. Fuck, it feels so good to be in his arms. I love it and don’t want to leave them.

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