in a bikini popped into my head, a
white one that showed off her toffee skin color perfectly. It would look so
good on her petite frame, displaying that ass…my shorts started to tent so I
stood up and walked out of her line of sight.
“You still have one more year of high school left,
right?” I asked, needing to remind myself that she was too young and
inexperienced for what I wanted.
She tossed a brief look over her shoulder at me,
probably slightly perplexed at my topic change. “Uh, yes.”
“What high school do you go to?” I strolled around the
room, pondering my reservations. Maybe she’d be into a short summer thing. She
was interesting enough that I wouldn’t mind spending time with her. And at the end
of summer I’d be going away so the break would be easy.
I got another inquiring glance. “Freeman High. Where
are you going to college?” She volleyed back, interrupting my musing.
“University of Virginia. What are your plans?” I was
making the assumption that she was going because she seemed pretty intelligent.
“Probably to the University of Richmond. I have a good
chance at getting a full scholarship there and I want to stay close to mama.
What are you going for? Wait…” She held up hand. “That’s kind of a silly
question. Your mom wanted you to work for your father so you are probably going
for Business and taking classes that involve renewable and nonrenewable
energy.” She smirked, looking pleased with her guesses while she waited for my
answer.
It irked me that she assumed I’d be going into the
family business; even though she was correct. It was expected. “Yes, Miss
Smarty Pants, but I’m taking some classes just for myself as well.” I halted in
my tracks in disbelief that I’d just blurted that out. I hadn’t even told my
parent’s that.
She looked immediately intrigued. “What classes?”
“Never mind.” I waved her question away in irritation
and resumed my amble.
Her eyes narrowed, but she turned away without
pressing, and began reorganizing the table. I was strangely disappointed that
she didn’t press me for an answer.
“I bet I can guess.”
Her declaration had me stopping again. “Is this like
the House of Flavors thing?” I mocked.
She shook her head gazing at me thoughtfully. “I will
guess one time, and if I get it wrong we’ll forget about it.”
Folding my arms across my chest I stared back at her
with hard piercing intensity. She flushed and fidgeted, but didn’t look away.
“Okay…one guess.” I agreed.
She walked toward me hesitantly and I tensed in
anticipation the closer she got. I wanted her close. I wanted her pressed up
against me. However, she stopped about a foot and a half from me. My body
vibrated; both pleased and dissatisfied at how far she’d come, and stopped.
She held out her hand. “Can I see your hands?”
I frowned. She wanted my hands? If another girl asked
me that I would think she’d suck on my fingers sensually, or put them
immediately on her tits.
I wasn’t getting that vibe from Maya
though…unfortunately.
I gave her my hands, curious.
Her hand was warm, soft, and small as it held mine; it
also trembled slightly. She lifted my right hand up near her face, and my body
tensed even further. Delicate fingers and dark eyes examined my hand, turning
it, caressing lightly over each finger. Blood pooled in my dick at an alarming
rate, and I had to focus hard on not revealing how aroused I was by regulating
my breathing and holding my hand steady in hers.
It was the most bizarre and chaste form of sexual
stimulation I’d ever received from a girl, and she wasn’t even trying.
“You like to draw.” She looked up at me, her expression
shy. “When I was in your room cleaning I saw the drawings on your
white one that showed off her toffee skin color perfectly. It would look so
good on her petite frame, displaying that ass…my shorts started to tent so I
stood up and walked out of her line of sight.
“You still have one more year of high school left,
right?” I asked, needing to remind myself that she was too young and
inexperienced for what I wanted.
She tossed a brief look over her shoulder at me,
probably slightly perplexed at my topic change. “Uh, yes.”
“What high school do you go to?” I strolled around the
room, pondering my reservations. Maybe she’d be into a short summer thing. She
was interesting enough that I wouldn’t mind spending time with her. And at the end
of summer I’d be going away so the break would be easy.
I got another inquiring glance. “Freeman High. Where
are you going to college?” She volleyed back, interrupting my musing.
“University of Virginia. What are your plans?” I was
making the assumption that she was going because she seemed pretty intelligent.
“Probably to the University of Richmond. I have a good
chance at getting a full scholarship there and I want to stay close to mama.
What are you going for? Wait…” She held up hand. “That’s kind of a silly
question. Your mom wanted you to work for your father so you are probably going
for Business and taking classes that involve renewable and nonrenewable
energy.” She smirked, looking pleased with her guesses while she waited for my
answer.
It irked me that she assumed I’d be going into the
family business; even though she was correct. It was expected. “Yes, Miss
Smarty Pants, but I’m taking some classes just for myself as well.” I halted in
my tracks in disbelief that I’d just blurted that out. I hadn’t even told my
parent’s that.
She looked immediately intrigued. “What classes?”
“Never mind.” I waved her question away in irritation
and resumed my amble.
Her eyes narrowed, but she turned away without
pressing, and began reorganizing the table. I was strangely disappointed that
she didn’t press me for an answer.
“I bet I can guess.”
Her declaration had me stopping again. “Is this like
the House of Flavors thing?” I mocked.
She shook her head gazing at me thoughtfully. “I will
guess one time, and if I get it wrong we’ll forget about it.”
Folding my arms across my chest I stared back at her
with hard piercing intensity. She flushed and fidgeted, but didn’t look away.
“Okay…one guess.” I agreed.
She walked toward me hesitantly and I tensed in
anticipation the closer she got. I wanted her close. I wanted her pressed up
against me. However, she stopped about a foot and a half from me. My body
vibrated; both pleased and dissatisfied at how far she’d come, and stopped.
She held out her hand. “Can I see your hands?”
I frowned. She wanted my hands? If another girl asked
me that I would think she’d suck on my fingers sensually, or put them
immediately on her tits.
I wasn’t getting that vibe from Maya
though…unfortunately.
I gave her my hands, curious.
Her hand was warm, soft, and small as it held mine; it
also trembled slightly. She lifted my right hand up near her face, and my body
tensed even further. Delicate fingers and dark eyes examined my hand, turning
it, caressing lightly over each finger. Blood pooled in my dick at an alarming
rate, and I had to focus hard on not revealing how aroused I was by regulating
my breathing and holding my hand steady in hers.
It was the most bizarre and chaste form of sexual
stimulation I’d ever received from a girl, and she wasn’t even trying.
“You like to draw.” She looked up at me, her expression
shy. “When I was in your room cleaning I saw the drawings on your
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