boring. I sit down and dip my feet into the
warm water while Violet dances on the diving board to some rock song. Sipping
on my munch punch, I salute Violet when she motions for me to come dance with
her.
“No thanks!” I yell.
She gives me a pouty
lip and walks over. “I’m thirsty. Is Mischa here with the beer yet?”
“Nope, look in the
fridge. I’m sure there’s juice or something.”
She walks to the little
cooler by the deck and begins rummaging around. Pulling out a pitcher of
something red, she sniffs it. “Cody, all you guys have is this red Kool-Aid.”
“So? Drink it. I’m sure
my parents won’t even notice it’s missing.”
She takes a sip and
makes a face. “Something is wrong with it. It’s not very…flavorful.”
“Well, you know my mom,
she’s always drinking that sugar-free crap. I bet it’s some miracle weight loss
drink or something.”
She fills a glass and
winks. “Mine now. I could stand to lose a few pounds.”
I snort in disgust. If
only I were as skinny as she is.
A few minutes later,
someone yells, “Beer’s here!”
Violet throws her hand
in the air and screams along with everyone else. The hairs on the back of my
neck stand on end as if someone is watching me.
I tilt my head up to
see Mischa’s face scowling down at me.
“Hey,” I say with a
flirty grin, trying to remain as casual as possible.
His eyes run over my
tiny bikini, but I can’t read his expression. It’s a little irritating. “Can
you get me some ice for the beer?” There’s a curt tone in his voice.
I stand and motion for
him to follow me to the garage where my parents keep the deep freezer and an
entire chest full of bagged ice. He follows me, a twenty-four pack in each
hand.
“This way,” I say,
motioning with my hand to the far corner of the room.
Still not saying a
word, he sets the beer down.
What am I supposed to
do? Do I mention the other week? Is he here with that girl?
The garage is gloomy,
but I can just make him out as he moves closer. I pretend to be looking for
something on the table as he approaches me from behind and runs his hands down
my arms.
“Cody…”
His voice cracks and
the sound of him moaning my name brings a heat between my legs.
Goosebumps appear
everywhere his hands have been. His lips travel across the back of my neck in a
soft and gentle manner.
“About the other week…”
he says.
Does he regret it? I
quickly save myself from embarrassment. “I know, we were both fucked up.”
“But it felt good,
right?”
I didn’t expect him to
say that so all I can do is nod.
“And you want me, right?”
I nod again.
“Then why does this
feel so wrong?”
We both know the
answer, but I’m the only one with the guts to say it. “Because I’m best friends
with Violet.”
He sighs as if I’ve
gotten it all wrong.
I spin around, and in
an instant he’s lifting me on top of the table. My hands are everywhere. On his
shoulder, in his hair, around his back. I’m exploring every inch of him because
who knows how long this will last. He’s no good, but I don’t care. All that
matters is right in front of me.
He tastes like mint,
and I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him closer.
“I missed you. Where
have you been?” I ask in his ear.
He responds by pulling
my bathing suit bottoms down over my hips and throwing them on the ground. He’s
in a pair of board shorts, but he inches them down with one hand while the
other is cupping my breasts, lightly grazing my nipples under the fabric.
There’s a crinkling of a wrapper as he slips a condom on. The table is at the
perfect height and when he pulls my hips to the edge, he’s able to slip into my
warm depth. I wince at the pain, but it subsides as pulses of pleasure take
over.
We both groan at the
impact and take a moment to gather our senses before moving against each other.
He’s fast, impatient, and rough. Different that our last encounter, but I like
it. The friction builds as he plows
warm water while Violet dances on the diving board to some rock song. Sipping
on my munch punch, I salute Violet when she motions for me to come dance with
her.
“No thanks!” I yell.
She gives me a pouty
lip and walks over. “I’m thirsty. Is Mischa here with the beer yet?”
“Nope, look in the
fridge. I’m sure there’s juice or something.”
She walks to the little
cooler by the deck and begins rummaging around. Pulling out a pitcher of
something red, she sniffs it. “Cody, all you guys have is this red Kool-Aid.”
“So? Drink it. I’m sure
my parents won’t even notice it’s missing.”
She takes a sip and
makes a face. “Something is wrong with it. It’s not very…flavorful.”
“Well, you know my mom,
she’s always drinking that sugar-free crap. I bet it’s some miracle weight loss
drink or something.”
She fills a glass and
winks. “Mine now. I could stand to lose a few pounds.”
I snort in disgust. If
only I were as skinny as she is.
A few minutes later,
someone yells, “Beer’s here!”
Violet throws her hand
in the air and screams along with everyone else. The hairs on the back of my
neck stand on end as if someone is watching me.
I tilt my head up to
see Mischa’s face scowling down at me.
“Hey,” I say with a
flirty grin, trying to remain as casual as possible.
His eyes run over my
tiny bikini, but I can’t read his expression. It’s a little irritating. “Can
you get me some ice for the beer?” There’s a curt tone in his voice.
I stand and motion for
him to follow me to the garage where my parents keep the deep freezer and an
entire chest full of bagged ice. He follows me, a twenty-four pack in each
hand.
“This way,” I say,
motioning with my hand to the far corner of the room.
Still not saying a
word, he sets the beer down.
What am I supposed to
do? Do I mention the other week? Is he here with that girl?
The garage is gloomy,
but I can just make him out as he moves closer. I pretend to be looking for
something on the table as he approaches me from behind and runs his hands down
my arms.
“Cody…”
His voice cracks and
the sound of him moaning my name brings a heat between my legs.
Goosebumps appear
everywhere his hands have been. His lips travel across the back of my neck in a
soft and gentle manner.
“About the other week…”
he says.
Does he regret it? I
quickly save myself from embarrassment. “I know, we were both fucked up.”
“But it felt good,
right?”
I didn’t expect him to
say that so all I can do is nod.
“And you want me, right?”
I nod again.
“Then why does this
feel so wrong?”
We both know the
answer, but I’m the only one with the guts to say it. “Because I’m best friends
with Violet.”
He sighs as if I’ve
gotten it all wrong.
I spin around, and in
an instant he’s lifting me on top of the table. My hands are everywhere. On his
shoulder, in his hair, around his back. I’m exploring every inch of him because
who knows how long this will last. He’s no good, but I don’t care. All that
matters is right in front of me.
He tastes like mint,
and I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him closer.
“I missed you. Where
have you been?” I ask in his ear.
He responds by pulling
my bathing suit bottoms down over my hips and throwing them on the ground. He’s
in a pair of board shorts, but he inches them down with one hand while the
other is cupping my breasts, lightly grazing my nipples under the fabric.
There’s a crinkling of a wrapper as he slips a condom on. The table is at the
perfect height and when he pulls my hips to the edge, he’s able to slip into my
warm depth. I wince at the pain, but it subsides as pulses of pleasure take
over.
We both groan at the
impact and take a moment to gather our senses before moving against each other.
He’s fast, impatient, and rough. Different that our last encounter, but I like
it. The friction builds as he plows
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