The Big O (The Virgin Diaries) (14 page)

“
H
e’s so fucking hot
,” I sip on my spiked iced tea and stare at the shirtless Oren setting up our tent.

His lean torso glistens with his sweat beads as he pounds the stakes into the ground. His deep V is exposed, giving me all sorts of dirty thoughts like dragging my tongue along the outline of it.

“You’re practically dry humping the air, O.” Scout nudges me in the arm.

“Well, do you blame me?” I point to Oren.

“No, but I kind of hate you if I’m being honest. He’s the perfect catch.”

“That he is and he’s all mine.”

I strut over to Oren and hand him my ice-cold tea.

“Thanks, babe. Like our castle?”

“Love it.”

“I can’t wait to break it in tonight.” Oren bends down, placing a kiss on my lips and then getting right back to work.

I join Scout and her mother, who are relaxed back in loungers sipping on their own cocktails.

“This is my favorite part, girls.” We both turn to her. “Watching the men do all the work.”

I pull my tank top off and lay in the sun, soaking in some rays.

“Where did your dad find Diesel?” Scout asks.

Between the warmth of the sun on my olive skin and the buzz from my drink, I have to ask Scout to repeat her question.

“Oh shit, I don’t know, why?”

“Just curious.”

“He seems like a nice guy. Met him before we took off. A little hard to get past his name though.”

I doze back off, enjoying the sound of the mountains and the men working. I’m not sure how long I sleep before Oren wakes me.

“Want to go fishing, Sleeping Beauty?”

“Yeah,” I wipe the sleep from my eyes.

“Your dad has your hot pink My Little Pony pole ready.” Oren doesn’t contain his amusement.

“Listen here, Mister, that pole is badass.”

“It’s something.” He kisses my forehead as I stand up and steady myself to put back on my tank.

“No.” He tosses it back in the chair. “Want a ride?”

“Oh, I want a ride, trust me.”

“That’s for later.” He turns his back to me.

With gusto, I lace my arms around his neck and then jump up. Oren catches each of my ankles, helping me hook them around his midsection.

“I likey smashed boobies in my back.”

“Giddy-up, Cowboy.”

He begins trotting down to the stream where we always fish. Dad’s brought me here since I could walk. My mom never fished, but loved watching and cooking them up for us.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life, Olivia.”

“What brings that up?” I lay my head on his shoulder and nibble at his ear.

“I just don’t. I love this and you. Camping, your dad, friends, and your boobies smashed in my back.”

“I love this too. It’s something I never thought I’d get to experience.”

We reach the stream, Dad and his cooler coming into view. He has the chairs set up and two ice-cold beers set on top of the cooler.

“Looks like Pops is trying to turn you into a beer man.”

“Oh, Olivia, I can’t stomach another one.”

“Just tell him you want a cocktail.”

“And lose all my manhood,” he says, setting me down on my feet and then turning to me, beating on his chest. “I am man. I must drink beer and catch fish with my bare hands.”

“Hey kids.” Dad waves at us and holds up a beer for Oren. “I have your pole ready, Firecracker, and your spot saved.”

“Your spot saved?” Orren asks, taking the beer like a champ.

“It’s my lucky spot with my kickass pole.” I crawl over the cooler and Oren’s chair until I find my favorite rock I always fish from.

I cast my line out and then sit down, dipping my toes in the cool water and when I look over to Oren he’s snapping a pic of me with his phone.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Taking a picture of the gorgeous scenery.”

I beam back at him. “You better get your fish on unless you want to be whipped by me.”

“You don’t stand a chance, Oren, she out fishes anyone. Might as well enjoy the river and drink beer.”

“Yeah, babe, drink up.”

Oren scoops up a handful of water, splashing me with it, and then turns his hat on backwards.

“It’s on.”

Dad and Oren fall into easy conversation about cars and different engines. When Dad asks him how he got involved in cars, he replies his granddad. I realize it’s the first time I’ve ever heard him really talk about his family. His granddad was his idol.

The sun begins to set low behind the outline of the mountains.

“Got another one.” I yank up on the pole, snagging the fish, and begin reeling it in. “Bam bitches, suck it hoes! That’s six for me and how many for you boys?”

I stand on the rock with my hand on my hip and a gorgeous trout dangling from my pole.

“Told you, son, we didn’t stand a chance.” Dad stands up, grabbing the cooler. “I’ll meet you kids back up at camp.”

I begin a silly victory dance on top of my rock.

“Get your cute ass over here.”

I unhook my fish and put it on the line in the water with the rest of our catch.

“These will be so yummy for dinner tonight.” I tip-toe through the water until I reach him.

Oren wastes no time dragging me down into him and wrapping me up.

“I think I’m starting to develop a taste for beer.”

“You are drunk.” I take his hat off and ruffle his hair.

“You caught all the damn fish so I had to drink and be a man.”

“I love you, baby.” I brush my lips against his and feel him stand to attention.

“Thank you for inviting me here. I never did anything like this as a kid.”

“I’m so happy you came.” I kiss him again with more vigor leaning into him, smashing those boobies into his chest like he loves. In slow motion, the chair leans back and with Oren lit we both go with the flow until we’re both in the water and floating down the stream.

“Your phone!”

“It’s on the shore.”

I cling to him for dear life until we hit a swimming hole where there’s no current.

“I used to swim as a kid.”

I feel Oren drag my shorts down along with panties. He tosses both up onto a large rock sticking out of the water. He lets go of me, then I see his shorts fly up onto the rock.

“Come here.” He holds out a hand.

“Are you standing?”

“On all three legs.” He shoots me a cheesy smile.

I wrap my arms around his neck and then legs around his waist and he wasn’t shitting me about having three legs. The tip of him bobs at my entrance, causing me to close my eyes and moan.

“We don’t have protection.”

“I won’t let go inside you.”

“What about…”

He interrupts with his voice and a thrust of his hips. “Do you trust me, Olivia?”

I don’t answer but instead sink down until he’s in me. The pain lasts for a second until he begins working in and out of me.

“Shhhh, baby. Your dad and friends are right up over those bushes.”

“Fuck, Oren.” I clutch around his neck, hanging on for dear life and enjoying each of his thrusts. I try muffling my moans in his neck, but end up sputtering on water splashing up in my face.

My body reacts to each one of his movements. He makes me feel every single thing imaginable. I pull back a bit, clutching to his face and burying my screams in him. I attack his mouth as my belly tightens with unbearable pleasure. I bite down on his bottom lip and feel him freeze right when I was ready to let go.

“Oren, why did you stop?” I try to kiss his lifeless lips.

“Bear,” he mumbles into my lips.

“Uh?” I pull back to look at his face and notice his gaze over my shoulder.

A fucking black bear is standing in the water right across the stream from us. We watch in silence as he picks up Oren’s chair that’s stuck in the rocks and then sends it flying. He dips his head in the water and pulls out a fish.

“The fucker has my fish,” I yell.

Oren slaps his hand over my mouth. “Olivia, shut the hell up. He’s going to be eating us next.”

I bite at Oren’s hand until he removes it. “Those are my damn fish.”

“Be quiet.”

“Dad,” I scream. “Bear.”

“Jesus Christ, Olivia. My dick is hanging out and a bear is about to eat us. Can you please shut up?”

I pick up a rock and toss it at the bear, trying to spook him away. I nearly hit him. I step up out of the water, getting my footing on a sandy bar, and sling another rocket in the asshole’s direction.

Scout comes busting through the bushes and then screams like her hair is on fire. I’m pretty sure Scout literally scared the shit out of the bear as he took a big dump and then ran off away from our camp.

“Jesus fuck, Olivia nothing like sending me right into a trap.”

“He was eating my fish.”

“You and your dumb fish.” Scout places a hand on her hip and yells a little louder across the stream. “Speaking of fish, your vagina is hanging out.”

I sink back down into the swimming hole right when my dad and the rest join the circus act known as Olivia. I can’t hear Scout, but can see her relaying the whole story using her hands. I’m just hoping she leaves out the exposed beaver part.

I turn to Oren, who passes me my shorts and panties under the water.

“You're dressed, right?”

“Damn straight and sober as a nun. I was ready to run.”

“You wuss.” I laugh and wiggle into my shorts.

“Hey, it’s survival. I just have to be the fastest one to live.”

“You jerk!” I jump back up into his arms. “You are quite the scaredy cat not in your uniform.”

“It was a bear for Christ sake and little ol’ you were just chucking rocks at it so he wouldn’t eat your fish.” Oren begins walking us back to the shore and I swear he’s still shaking.

“Make me a stiff one.” Oren plops down in one of the loungers and I can’t help but bust up.

“Your damn daughter is crazy,” he tells my dad.

Dad chuckles before he responds, “The girls likes to fish.”

I dump a fair share of vodka into the red plastic cup, fill the rest of it up with sweet tea, and squeeze lemon in it before handing it to Oren.

“What were you guys doing across the stream?” Scout asks with a smirk on her face.

“Swimming,” I reply.

“Just swimming,” she counters.

Oren chokes on his drink.

“Yes, just swimming, asshole,” I grit out.

F
arkle
around the campfire with everyone toasted and having a ball. I’m curled up in Oren’s lap snuggled in to keep warm. Once the sun goes down in the mountains, it gets right down titty cold.

“I’m ready for s’mores,” Scout declares and throws her dice on the table.

“Just because you are losing, loser,” I taunt.

“Cum guzzler,” she growls.

“Girls, enough,” her mother scolds.

“She’s not one of those, sir,” Oren says to my dad.

The situation went from relaxing to beyond awkward.

“I’ll help Scout.” I bounce up from Oren’s lap and head for the trailer.

“What in the hell is your problem?” I ask, slamming the door.

“I miss Taylor.” Scout busts out into tears. “I loved him.”

“I know.” I wrap her up in a hug and let her cry. Scout always masks everything, rarely letting her true feelings show and just relies on her witty and smartass humor to get her through life.

“His new girl is pregnant.”

“Oh shit. How do you know?”

“I stalk her Facebook. She’s like five months pregnant, O.”

“I’m so sorry, honey.” I pet her hair and let my best friend’s tear fall in my lap. There’s not much you can say in a situation like this to make her situation any better.

“Want to go do s’mores?” I ask her.

“No, I’m just going to go to bed.” She sits up and wipes the last of the tears away from her welted eyes.

“C’mon, it’s tradition.”

“We’ll be here three more damn nights.”

I snag her nipple between my two fingers. “I’ll twist if you don’t get your ass out there with your best friend and make s’mores.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” I apply a bit of pressure before she finally gives in.

Scout and I snuggle up in a lounger together, roasting marshmallows and becoming a sticky mess while the Farkle game comes to an end. Oren pours himself another drink and joins. Scout tries to stand up, but I force her back down in the chair.

“You girls are doing it all wrong,” Oren says, sipping on his drink.

“Excuse me?”

“Here, put a marshmallow on.” He holds out his poker and then surveys the fire before he decides on a place. “See, the secret to s’mores is melting your chocolate.”

He takes a graham cracker, placing a chocolate square on it and setting it on a rock near the fire. It only takes him moments to have one ready.

“Here, Scout, see what you think?”

I watch her devour the s’more.

“Best ever,” she says, closing her eyes and chewing.

I glance back to the fire and notice mine on fire. “Shit.”

I begin whipping it wildly into the air.

“God dammit, Olivia, I’ve told you since you were a toddler not to do that.”

I turn to my dad, who has a burnt and smooshed marshmallow in the bill of his hat.

“Dad, I’m sorry.” I cover my mouth to mask my giggles. “I just react.”

“Take the stick away from her, Oren,” Dad instructs and it makes me laugh even harder being treated like a four year old.

“See this scar on my neck.” My dad points to it. “A flying, flaming marshmallow sent into launch by this shit.”

Oren takes my stick away and hands me a s’more while fighting to hide his amusement. The rest of the group huddles around the fire sharing stories from our past. I stay huddled to Scout and prop my leg up on Oren who’s settled onto a log next to me.

“Remember the time Scout put the cat in the dryer?” Her dad lets out a hearty howl at the memory.

“I do. My dad whipped my ass for it and I didn’t even do it.”

“You got the stool for me to push start, so you were an accomplice.”

“You two were hell on wheels,” Scout’s mom adds.

“Feel sorry for the future men in your life.” Dad elbows Oren and squeezes Scout in a hug.

“You’ll find your Mr. Right.” I hug her tight.

Oren continues to make s’mores and eats his fair share of them. The dab of smeared chocolate at the corner of his lip tempts me.

“Shots,” Scouts yells, jumping to her feet. “We need damn shots.”

She grabs the bottle of vodka and jar of pickles and begins pouring a round of shots.

“Why?” I groan, joining her at the picnic table.

“Because all good stories start with shots.” She hands me my two cups. “Oren.”

“What is this?” He wrinkles his nose.

“Pickle juice you chase the vodka with,” I reply.

Scout holds her cup up and we both follow. I peeked in before raising and it’s definitely equivalent to two shots.

She toasts. “To friends, orgasms, really good sex, and to my vibrator.”

It’s downright loveable when Oren looks at me for the okay to cheers to Scout’s vibrator. I give him the nod and then we shoot the vodka followed by the pickle juice.

“My turn.” I pour the shot, being careful not to pour so much vodka in the damn plastic cups and then line up the pickle juice.

Everyone grabs their cups and raise them up under the moon. “To love, friendship, and summer nights.”

Oren slaps my ass as he downs the shots. I squeal and then take mine. I lose track of the toasting, shots, and other drinks. All three of us howl at the moon and each other’s jokes. Oren tells Scout the fart story and I elbow the shit out of him.

“Bedtime before someone falls in the fire,” Oren stands and clearly is the most sober out of all of us.

“Yes, Officer,” Scout replies.

“He’s my sexy Occifer.”

“Move it, girls. You’ve howled at the moon long enough tonight.”

“Hey Occifer are you going to do an anal cavity search on my O tonight?”

“Whatsss that?” All of my words slur together.

“His hand in a rubber glub up your anus.”

“Goes to bed,” I order her, waving my Solo cup in the direction of her parents’ trailer but somehow pour most of the vodka into the fire. And talk about holy Jesus of fireball.

“That’s how they make Fireball,” Scout yells.

“I knows.”

“Bed now,” Oren growls.

His speech is very clear and demanding.

“Or what?” Scout counters.

“You’s gonna have to handcuff us, Occifer schemxy?”

In one swoop, he has me over his shoulder, and dragging Scout by the wrist until we reach her parents’ trailer doors. He opens the door and shoves her in.

“Nice police skills,” I say upside down.

“Not even my police skills can handle the two of you together.”

“I’m gonna puke dangling like this.”

Oren slides me back down his chest.

“Wrap your legs around my middle.”

“I want marshmallows. Can we roast more?”

“No.”

“Chips. Let’s eat chips.”

“No.”

“Cake. Let’s eat cake.”

“No, we’re going to bed, baby.”

“I want a hotdog.”

“Want an elephant?”

I spring up from resting on his shoulder. “Yes, I want an elephant.”

His deep laugh vibrates against my chest. “You’re so wasted, Olivia.”

“I can see twos of you right now.”

“I bet you can, sweetie.”

“It’s my palace,” I squeal.

I hear the zipper going down and then Oren sets me on the ground.

“Stay in here,” he says in a harsh voice.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to drown out the fire. Olivia, please stay in the tent.”

“Don’t get eaten by a bear.” I laugh at my own joke. Oren doesn’t laugh, but goes for the fire.

He has battery-operated lanterns hung in the tent and our sleeping bags laid out. I strip like it’s my day job by trade and snuggle down in his over-sized one. Even sober, I hope he didn’t think I was sleeping in my own bag.

“Olivia.”

“Yes, big daddy.”

“Where in the hell are you?”

I pop up from under the warmth of the top layer of sleeping bag. “Here.”

Both of my boobs flop out as I sit up.

“That’s mine.”

“Come join me, grumpy pants.”

Oren peels his pants off, then hoodie.

“Boxers.”

“Olivia.”

“Boxers, now. Body heat so we don’t freeze.”

Oren takes a few steps towards me and I’m up to tug on them, freeing him.

“What do we have here?” I smile up at him, going to my knees.

It seems he’s more than excited to jump in the sleeping bag with me. I wrap my hand around the base of him and squeeze until I hear him groan.

“Help me.” I stare into his eyes.

Oren places his hand over the top of mine and begins guiding it from the base of him to the tip, first slow then faster and slowing it back down. He adjusts the grip of his hand as we change speeds.

“Olivia,” he grunts out. “You are too drunk to be doing this.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing.” And that’s when my liquid courage kicks in.

I kiss the tip of his shaft first, then begin swirling my tongue around it before I take him whole into my mouth. Oren’s deep satisfying groan fuels my desire to please him like he’s done to me with his mouth.

I move faster, taking him deeper and then slowing down just like he did. I pop my mouth off his cock and then catch it between my teeth and suck harder than ever with my hand guiding the way. I feel him grow inside my mouth as he tries to push me away, but I hold onto his thigh, not letting go of him.

“O…O…Olivia,” he grunts as he releases in my mouth.

Oren collapses to his knees, kissing my nose then cheeks, and then staring into my eyes.

“That was fucking mind blowing.”

“I love you even when I’m drunk.” I whisper on his lips.

“You are my everything, O.”

He guides me back down into the sleeping bag and curls me back into his chest.

“Easy clean up with blow jobs, eh.”

His deep chuckles are soothing as I’m already on the brink of sleep.

“Yes, they are.”

Oren begins talking about work, my eyelids grow heavy, and I try to focus as long as I can, but soon lose the battle, falling fast asleep.

“I’m so fucking thirsty,” I grumble as I tumble out of the tent into the glaring sunshine. My stomach heaves and the dry gags begin. “Water. I need water.”

“See you two had a little too much fun last night.” Dad’s perched at the picnic table with his cup of coffee sipping on it.

Empty vodka and beer bottles are scattered everywhere.
I’m going to die.

“You look like fuck.” I turn to the side to see Scout huddled in an opening surrounded by bushes with a couple gallons of water and a bottle of ibuprofen.

“Water,” I growl like a rabid animal. “I need water.”

I fall to the soft dirt and grab a jug, downing it.

“I fucking hate you. No more shots.” I wipe the water droplets from my mouth.

“I’m going to die, O, I don’t even remember getting back to the trailer.”

“Oren led you by the wrist like a fucking toddler.” I laugh my ass off remembering that part.

She slaps both of her hands over her mouth. “Oh my God, that’s so embarrassing.”

“You girls want eggs?” I hear Scout’s mom holler.

“I can’t eat.”

“You have to, O. It will help.” Scout cups her hands around her mouth. “Yeah, Ma! Over easy, extra grease and heavy on the hot sauce.”

“I swallowed baby batter last night.”

I wait for her reaction and it never comes. She only waves and I turn to see Oren standing behind me and I don’t even feel embarrassed or a flush creep up my spine. It may be the hangover or the fact my level butt puckering embarrassments have expired.