Bittersweet

Bittersweet: Chapter Twelve

THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN AND HEAVILY EDITED. NAMES, PLACES, AND SOME SCENES WILL BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. SOME STUFF WILL BE TAKEN OUT AND SOME WILL BE ADDED.

THE INITIAL PLOT STAYS THE SAME.

So, if you begin reading as of 5/21/2021 and choose to read ahead further than I have updated-some things might be confusing or might not make sense. As of right now and will continue, slowly, adding the new chapters as I write them. CHAPTER TWELVE has been rewritten & updated.

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Chapter Twelve

Eliza

Summer had finally kicked off. Unfortunately, the day started gloomy and rainy. When it rains, all farming work comes to a halt. There isn't much that can be done if the grounds are wet. I could tell that, as daddy stood at the window watching it pour, that he could breathe a little easier. While the rain did set them back a few days when it came to labor, our crops relied on it in order to thrive. I could tell that daddy was grateful that they'd finished planting seed on Saturday before the rain moved in. For that, I was thankful.

On the other hand, it wasn't so peachy. So, even though it was Monday- we were all stuck under one roof until the storm pushed past us. Last night, I'd been grateful that I'd been off work the next day but when I woke up and realized that it was pouring like cats and dogs, I'd suddenly wished I had been on the schedule. Even roller skating in the rain would have been better than this. At least then, I'd be outta this house and away from my troubles.

After what had taken place at the pond the other day with Austin, I'd realized that I was in way too deep. Between having sex with him and having him teach me to...get off, I had it so damn bad for him that it was unreal. Both my reality and dreams were evaded by him.

I knew I was doomed in the early hours of the morning yesterday when I'd woken from a dead sleep-my sheets were drenched in sweat and my heart was pounding so fucking hard that I was surprised it didn't stall completely. On instinct, my body rolled onto my stomach and clamped my legs together so tightly that it almost hurt. It didn't stop what I was feeling. No- if anything, it fueled it. When I slipped my hand into my panties, I realized that they were already saturated with wetness and my fingers easily glided through my slick folds. Just like he told me, I began thinking about things that turned me on, even though I didn't need to. I had already been on the verge of a leg-shaking orgasm before I'd even woken.

Every dang scenario that crossed my mind featured him. I tried to push him from my mind and think about something, anything else but my mind wouldn't let me. As I grew closer and closer to my release- the images of him became more intense until all I could do was embrace it and let it happen. Afterward, I laid there in awkward silence, alone. On one hand, I tried to figure out why I'd never tried it before. On the other, I teetered on the edge of shame. I chalked it up to my lack of knowledge. Obviously, sex had never been a popular topic in my household and during the times I did show some type of curiosity, I was shut down and told that sex was for married people. Apparently, it was a sin to partake out of wedlock. Maybe it was. But, at the time, I wasn't dumb enough to believe that all of my friends were saving themselves for marriage. I knew it was a popular activity amongst my fellow peers. I had just been too embarrassed to ask questions. Plus, I'd told myself that my lack of knowledge was okay- Jack Bowen would show up someday and teach me everything I needed to know. It was funny how things turned out.

My shame didn't last long. As soon as I trudged out of bed and stepped into the steamy shower- I did it all over again. The second time I didn't even try to ignore the thought of him being there with me, holding me against the wall as he pushed himself into me.