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By the time we’re done with moving the grill, Oakley is waiting for us on the patio. “Daddy, Mom made some lemonade for you and Mr. B.”
“Great, thanks baby,” John answers and wipes the sweat from his brow. I follow John to the patio where Oakley is reading on a sun lounger, trying my best to ignore her. Her long, tanned legs make my fingers itch to run along them before I spread them and bury myself inside her.
“Lemonade, Levi? You’d think we’d get a beer for moving that fucking giant grill.” John hands me the glass with a shake of his head, and I laugh trying not to let on that I was craving for his daughter more than a cold beer.
“You made it look so easy,” Oakley retorts from the lounger with a dazzling smile.
John laughs and shakes his head. “Because we’re men, that’s why.” He pounds his chest with a fist and releases a bear-like howl. Oakley laughs in response, but when she tucks her lips into her mouth, I know she’s thinking of other ways to make me howl.
8
Oakley
I smother my legs with lotion, making sure they’re looking extra smooth for Levi. The short daisy dukes I pulled on for the cookout is sure to get some attention, especially because of the small rip over my butt, but I don’t care about that.
The only person I hope notices is Levi.
These past few weeks have been amazing. Our affair is forbidden and secret; I’m living on the thrill and to be honest, the danger of being caught. Although I know that if we’re caught that’s going to unleash a shit storm that I’m not sure our families would ever recover from. Yet, the selfish part of me doesn’t want it to stop.
I glance at my reflection in the mirror. My thick hair falls into waves over my shoulders and the dark color suits my complexion nicely. I’ve dabbed some darker eye shadow than usual for a sultry, smokey eye. I love how it makes my green eyes seem a little more mysterious than usual.
Once I'm happy with the result, I head downstairs.
Today is mom and dad's annual cookout. They host one every summer, and only God knows why. Mom is in a tiff for an entire week beforehand, making sure everything is just right to impress the whole neighborhood and all their friends. She runs dad ragged over the lawn furniture and the position of the grill every year wanting to switch it up, and every year everything ends up exactly where it was the year before.
However, I know this year is going to be much more exciting than the last. Typically, Vayda and I hang out at the pool in our bikinis for a while before we head inside to listen to some music when all the adults start to get tipsy from drinking all afternoon.
Not this year. Today I intend to drive Levi wild. We’ve been secretly seeing each other for a few weeks, but haven’t slept together yet, though we’ve both hinted we want to. The idea makes my tummy twist and flip with excitement. I don’t know why he’s holding back when that’s exactly what I want.
I want to feel all of Levi inside me and more. Though I know his conscience is doing a great job of making him feel guilty about our affair, I don't feel guilty at all.
Okay, that's a lie. I do because it's Vayda's dad and my parent's friend, but I can't help myself. It's like I crave for his touch and his kiss. I have no interest in any other guys, and even though Andrew has asked me to reschedule our date, I just don't have any desire to be around young boys anymore. He could never size up to the man I'm seeing now.
I head out back and see a few of my parent’s friends have already arrived. I hear music playing in the background and feel the summer’s breeze as I make my way to the grill where I know Levi will be. He always hangs out with my dad at these parties, trying his best to avoid all the over-eager divorcees.
Just as I suspected, Levi stands next to my dad with a beer bottle in his hand.
“Hey, Mr. B. Hey, dad,” I greet, giving my dad a quick side hug. “You guys need me to get you another beer?”
My dad chugs down the last sip of beer, giving me a moment to glance at Levi. His eyes are roaming over my legs just as I had hoped, and I can see him clenching his jaw in frustration.
“Sure, honey.” He hands me his empty bottle before turning. “Levi, you want another one?” my dad asks, oblivious to the current pulsing between Levi and me.
“Yeah, my throat seems a little dry today,” Levi says, smiling at me.
“It’s the heat,” my dad comments without a clue at what Levi’s words really meant.
I toss Levi a quick sultry smile before I go fetch them more beers. I can feel his stare on me as I walk away and know his eyes are following my every move.
"Hey, here you are. I've been looking for you," Vayda says energetically, catching up with me. She looks about as fresh as a daisy in a white cotton summer dress.
“Hey, I’m just fetching beers for the dads,” I say, reaching into the cooler and pulling out two cold bottles.
“Well, would you look at that?” Vayda laughs, gesturing toward her dad.
I look in their direction and jealousy rips through my system. I’ve never felt this kind of jealous before, so this is not a welcome feeling. My mom is all but shoving a very attractive blonde woman at Levi. She has sharp blue eyes and long manicured nails. The pale blue dress she is wearing clings to her body like a second skin. I narrow my eyes as anger punches a hole in my sunny disposition.
I gaze down her body and see she’s wearing tan pumps. Who the hell wears heels to a cookout?
