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“Fuck,” I moan, bringing my hands down and grabbing her sultry smooth thighs. I need to see how wet she is. But when I slide my hands up her thighs, she stops. “Hands to yourself, Levi,” she says again. Shit. I need to touch her. Suck on her. Fuck her. She strokes me again, harder and faster. I’m so close. I need…need…
“Let me touch you, baby. Let me show you how much I want you,” I plead, taking her mouth and roughly kissing her. Small pants leave her lips, and I come undone. I release her lips, my eyes moving to her breasts and the way they bounce as her hand works me. Fuck, I don’t care what she says, I need my hands on her. Inside her. As I’m about to blow, I shove my fingers up her skirt without invitation, reaching for her wet sex. Before I make it to her cunt, her words echo in my ear, “Hands to yourself, Levi…”
I shoot up in bed, the tightness in my stomach almost painful. Trying to catch my breath, I survey my surroundings. I’m in my room. My bed. Alone. I wipe the sweat off my face and notice I have a boner harder than a cement fucking brick.
“Fuck,” I groan, raking my hands down my face. What the fuck was that? I take in the time. It’s almost four in the morning. I throw myself back onto my mattress and stare at the ceiling. I have to be broken. I can’t keep doing this. Fucking fantasizing about Hannah. I throw the covers off my waist and get up in search of my running gear, aware sleep is a thing of the past.
Three miles later, and the dream of her still hasn’t waned. Maybe agreeing to be her mentor was a bad idea. I wanted answers, maybe a bit of revenge, but all it seems to be doing is blowing up in my face. Having her so close, for so long, it’s torment. Even when she’s not around, she’s still affecting me.
My mind goes back to yesterday. Lunch at Savino’s panned out to be a great time. A family staple for the Matthews’ and the best damn pizza around. Jim and Hannah went back and forth sharing stories, and I sat back, enjoying their father/daughter banter. There’s no doubt how much Jim loves his daughter, how much she idolizes him. I found myself more relaxed than I’ve been in a while, listening to their stories, watching Hannah devour a slice of pizza, taking bites way bigger than her slender month could chew. Even after some time, I found myself chiming in with old memories of when we were all kids and went camping together.
One in particular came to mind. Kip and I were sixteen, and Hannah was going on eight. The Matthews’ went on camping trips all the time to the same small town of Kettersville. The summer had been hotter than normal, and we were lucky to find a camping spot that had a lake.
We’re all in our suits, ready to jump into the lake, when Hannah walks out in a bright yellow swimsuit. It barely fits her since she’s so tiny. Chase being Chase, his eyes light up, seeing the opportunity to pick on her.
“Geez, what is that, a walking banana? Can we peel you too, Hannah?” Chase laughs, smacking Ben in the stomach to play along.
“I didn’t know bananas liked to swim,” Ben jokes, adding to Chase’s banter.
Hannah simply walks past us all, ignoring everyone’s jokes. She drops her yellow towel on the dock and begins spreading it out.
“Hey, Hannah Banana, be careful, you might be mistaken and eaten by a wild animal.”
That gets her. Her eyes widen, and she turns to face us, dread swimming in her eyes. “You lie. Your nose is growing, Chase Stinkberg.” Ben and I burst out laughing at her rebuke, but it only frustrates Chase more.
“Not lying, Hannah Banana. Don’t you know there are tons of bears in the wild? Don’t get me started on the fish and hungry water creatures living in the lake. Once they set their eyes on you, you’re a goner.” Chase laughs harder as her eyes fill with fear. It’s not as funny as it was when it was simple banter. I actually feel bad for her.
“Liar!” she yells at Chase, bending down to pick up her towel. She whips around, sticking her chin up in defiance to stop her tears from falling. She walks past us all, and Chase reaches out, trying to snatch her towel.
“Hands to yourself, Chase. You might find your fingers missing from a hungry banana biting them off.” Chase lets go of her towel, shocked at her bold statement. We watch Hannah pick up the pace before she begins a full sprint back to the camp, passing Kip along the way.
