I slowed up when I heard a girl giggling, and I was almost visible to them by that time. I peered into the barn, and at first, I couldn't see anyone. Then I saw Flynn. His jeans were around his ankles, and Daisy McGinty, from Martin's high school class, was standing with the foot of one bare leg balanced on the hood of a car Kayden had bought for spare parts. Her other foot was on the ground, her jeans pooled around that ankle.
Staring at Flynn's tight, bare backside was the last thing I'd expected when I'd headed out to the barn. From the angle of my view, I could see one taut butt cheek, but the rest of the view was horrific. My heart felt like it was caught in a vice.
The shock of seeing two people "doing it" was one thing, but the fact it was Flynn with his pants around his ankles, crushed me. I almost turned and ran, but I couldn't turn away. Something rooted me to the spot. Being able to watch him in that situation turned me on.
My panties became notably soaked, and when the night air cooled my heat, I was painfully aware of the lustful effect he'd had on me from that cold, wet patch of material between my legs. Jealousy raged inside me, and my furious reaction appalled me.
Hooking up for ten minutes of pleasure wasn't how a boy should treat a girl. All his talk about how boys should treat me well, and he'd forgotten all his words the moment he'd gone into the barn with Daisy. My feelings were in conflict, everything from lust to hate, anger to excitement, passed through me until there were so many they swept over my mind and body. I was both freaked out and fascinated by what I saw. Then I settled once again on being crushed.
Whatever he was doing to her obviously felt good. Daisy's soft then louder moans and words of encouragement were both needy, urgent, and full of praise. My heart ached at the sight of them together. Flynn's hand moved fast between her legs as he buried his face in the bend of her neck. Watching him do that to her affected me, to the point that everything lower than my belly button pulsed, aching for him to do those things to me. He was pleasuring her in a way I'd only ever imagined.
After a couple of minutes, Daisy's legs buckled. She screamed, slumped forward and Flynn held her close to his chest. They both chuckled, and Flynn held her head again and kissed her hungrily. The intimacy between them left me feeling abandoned. I had no reason to feel that way. He wasn't mine. Daisy pulled away from him with a smirk on her face and mascara smudged black underneath both eyes. She dropped to her knees, and Flynn turned to her but was now almost directly facing me.
Quietly, I stood watching them. Flynn's butt was no longer visible, but I saw his reaction the instant she must have taken his cock in her hand. His eyes closed and he tilted his head back. I was devastated and desperate. I wanted to be Daisy. I wanted Flynn to want me the way he wanted her, to look at me the way he was looking at her.
I swallowed hard and thought it was never going to happen with me, and that realization crushed me. Daisy sat to the side of his feet on the barn floor, and my breath hitched because her change in position meant I'd been able to see all of him. She began licking his cock, fondling his balls, and stroking his shaft. My view was, unfortunately, perfect.
Turning away from the sight of them, I heard Flynn gasp. I looked back and saw Daisy had taken his dick in her mouth. She was stroking his shaft with one hand and sucking at the same time.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I stayed and stared at Flynn's face, his head thrown back facing the barn ceiling, and his eyes closed again. Both of his hands were cradling her head, and his hips were canting back and forth while his cock thrust in and out of her mouth. She gagged a few times but grinned, and time after time, she took him back between her lips. Eventually, Flynn pulled out, and I saw threads of his cum shoot over her hair. I'd never seen anything like that before, and the rawness of what they were doing choked me.
Without a sound, I turned away and picked my steps carefully for the first ten to ensure I didn't make any noise. Then I quietly headed back to the house. Thank God I'd never seen Martin like that; I never heard him or saw Martin again while I'd been at the barn, so I assumed he'd cut out before the freak show began. Buster lay down in his bed as we went inside and I turned the light off. My stomach was upset, and my chest felt tight as I made my way upstairs.
Slipping into bed, I fought back a huge lump I just couldn't swallow down no matter how hard I tried, and I wept silently for having a foolish crush on Flynn.
The next thing I remembered was waking to Buster barking, as the sound of tires crunched on the dirt driveway outside the house. Placing my feet on the floor, I wandered to my small box window in time to see my parents' old Buick disappearing in a cloud of dust.
The memory of Flynn from the previous night came to mind. My stomach lurched and fell, and depression sank in. I'd thought it was stupid to have such strong feelings for someone like him. So, I made up my mind right then to get past those feelings, for the sake of my sanity.