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“I recognized Angela.” I stop, turning her toward me. “Did you know the others?”
“Yes and no. One of the other girls I’ve seen at school and I know that guy Greg because he’s Angela’s…” She screws up her face. “Boyfriend? I guess. He and I, we…”
My shoulders tense as I imagine all kinds of endings to that sentence. I’m wondering whether I’m going to have to murder that guy after all.
“What, Jenny?” I ask, setting my jaw, and her eyes go wide.
“I guess he made a bit of a play for me, or at me, then told everyone that I came on to him. Angela has had it in for me ever since. Not that we were exactly friendly before, but it’s made things a billion times worse.”
“Fucking assholes.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, but I mean it. I ought to tear him a new one just for looking at her.
Jenny’s voice is tired, and her eyes lose their sparkle. “It does suck hard sour candy that they were the only ones that showed up.”
“Might be because they took your invitation down.”
“They did?” Her hazel eyes sparkle in the moonlight.
“Yeah. I heard Angela tell the others outside when I was encouraging them to leave. She knew no one else would be there because she saw you put up the invite, and she tore it down as soon as you walked away.”
“God, is she like the queen of the mean girls or what?” She shakes her head, the sadness gone, replaced by the defiance of Ginger Flame. “I’d lose my scholarship if I gave her the beatdown she deserves. If I get suspended or expelled, all bets are off.”
“You’re a fighter, little flame, but I’m going to be standing between you and any other bullshit life throws at you from now on.”
She gives me a quizzical squint as I look down. Her clothes are always loose fitting, but what she doesn’t know is I’ve watched her undress through her window and I know the voluptuous prize that she hides from the world, and it has my heart racing.
“So…” She looks around, the windows glowing in the house. “It’s just you here then?”
“No,” I answer and see the disappointment in her eyes, so quickly continue. “You’re here now. So, yeah, it was just me, but not anymore.”
Her expression lights up, like that’s the best news she’s heard all day. “And, what do you like to do in this huge place all by yourself?” She nibbles on her bottom lip and finishes. “Before I got here…”
“I sleep, work, and workout. A lot.”
Because I can’t stop thinking about you and it’s the only thing that has kept me from pinning you against the lockers at school and dining on your sweet pussy between classes.
“You look like you are in pretty good shape. I mean, I could tell even when you were just tutoring me online, but when I finally saw you in school, like live and in person, you were bigger than I thought.”
Her eyes flick downward and my cock jerks. I feel it pressing up on the waistband of my jeans, knowing she can see what she’s doing to me. Her gaze doesn’t linger, shooting away, embarrassed, and even in the moonlight I see her cheeks turn deep pink.
“Do you swim?” she asks, changing the subject as she looks at the now lavender-colored water.
“I do swim, but to be honest, I haven’t used this pool yet.”
“Okay.” She gives me a tight smile as I squeeze her fingers.
“You want to use it now…? First time. Together.”
“I don’t have a suit.”
“You can just wear my t-shirt.” I hold back my grin as I pull her toward the pool house, where I threw a pair of swim trunks in the changing area when I moved in. The thought of her wearing something of mine has my thoughts turning possessive.
I want to lay her out on the settee inside and taste her sweet lips again, but I also don’t want to push her. I let her hand go as I strip my shirt and my t-shirt, handing her the latter and nodding toward the door to the bathroom.
“You can change in there. My trunks are in the other room. Meet you in the pool.”
She nods and my heart almost breaks as she disappears behind the door. I press my hands to my knees, doubling over as I take a long breath, trying to get myself under control.
A few seconds later, I’ve managed to get my swim trunks on, but my crazed hard-on refuses to not be the center of attention. I’m so hard, I can’t get the tip of my cock to disappear under the elastic waistband of my swimsuit. The seeping knob keeps popping out like a little kid trying to get a sneak peek at what Santa’s left under the tree.
