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“You know, you wouldn’t have such a stick up your ass if you could find someone to fuck you... and if you looked like your sisters, that wouldn’t be such a problem.”
Gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white, Maria turned on the car and revved the engine. At least she had the satisfaction of watching Jeremy turn tail and run, realizing she was sitting in a vehicle that could definitely be used as a weapon. Unfortunately, such a drastic act would only have more negative consequences for her... She’d probably have to apologize to him later, her sister would be upset, and she might end up in jail. Plus, everyone probably would ascribe her single status as somehow being behind her motivation to run the scrawny bastard over.
The thing was, Maria did look like her three younger sisters. At least, their faces looked alike. Jeremy was referring to the fact that when it came to body type her sisters all took after their mother whereas Maria had the same body type as her dad’s sister. Aunt Rhonda was a beautiful, curvy, voluptuous woman who had also been the only one in the family not to hassle Maria tonight about her lack of romantic success. She adored Aunt Rhonda.
It’s not like she was out of shape. She loved her curves now. Although, when she was growing up she’d felt like a clumsy, overlarge duckling in a family of graceful, slim swans. Not that any of them made her feel like she was anything less because she was a bit bigger than them, no that was left to the douchebags of the world like Jeremy. If Maria was a meaner person, she would tell on him to Lara.
Her baby sister would have him sliced, diced, and served up with some cumin sprinkled on top.
Hell, if it wasn’t for him being Victor’s best friend and best man in the wedding, Maria might have done the same thing. But she wanted to escape more than she wanted a scene in the parking lot, and she didn’t want to cause any waves during Lara’s wedding and especially not within the wedding party. That was the last thing she needed.
Ugh. She needed some serious stress relief. Even with the AC going full blast the humidity of the air still making her dress stick to her skin, making her long for the cool embrace of water all around her, drowning out the noise of the world.
The pool was her little bit of escapism. A place to just be.
She was out there again.
Rick did his best not to look. Even if he did have a perfect view of the pool from his window, that didn’t give him the right to stand there and watch the swimmers. Especially ones who turned him on, since it made him feel like a creeper.
This particular swimmer was out there often, during both the day and the night. People weren’t really supposed to be there at night when there wasn’t a lifeguard on duty, but it seemed like she was the exception to the rule somehow. That or she just didn’t care about the rules. He did check on her every so often, to make sure she was okay out there on her own, but just standing and watching somehow seemed an invasion of her privacy.
Even if she was in the apartment complex’s public pool.
Besides, he should be sleeping instead of watching her. Rick tried to keep his schedule close to school hours even during the summer, so it wouldn’t be too much of a shock to his system when fall came. Normally, he would be teaching summer school, so it was easy to have a routine close to normal working hours. His recent move prevented him from teaching this summer, so he needed to find other ways to make money over the break before starting at the new school this fall. Other ways which translated into other schedules, which meant a bit more trouble sleeping, which meant he was watching her instead of getting some much-needed rest.
So far this summer he’d mostly been doing odd jobs for his friends at their companies, earning extra money from them.
Adam owned his own head hunters and temp agency, placing workers in full time or temporary positions at other companies, and that was where Rick was spending most of his time. After that he was helping out Patrick Murphy, the owner of the kink club where he and his friends usually spent their weekend evenings. Patrick owned Stronghold and he hated doing paperwork. Plus, there was always a need for someone behind the bar or working security. Rick had become the on-call man at Stronghold for the summer, which wasn’t a bad thing. It had given him an opportunity to meet more of the submissives than he had before, which was good.
Now that he was living closer to Stronghold, he was hoping to meet a submissive he could have a real relationship outside the club with. Since last summer, four of his friends had found a special woman to be with—granted, two of them were in a relationship with one very special woman, but that counted—and he wanted a relationship too.
Glancing out the window, he looked down at the woman in the pool, floating on her back. She was all curves, tucked into a barely-there bikini. He liked curvy women who were confident. Which was probably why he had such trouble keeping his eyes off of her whenever she was down there.
It was definitely time to go to bed, despite his urge to stay up and watch over the pool woman. Not his responsibility. But moving away from the window was almost physically painful, and as soon as he’d brushed his teeth and gotten ready for bed, he found himself right back in the same spot watching his midnight mystery woman.
Plowing through the water was almost like meditating for Rick. One of his favorite things about his early morning swims was the fact that there was no one at the pool. Although today he was a little bit more tired than usual, having stayed up long past the time he should have been in bed. When the woman in the pool had finally gotten out, wrapped her luscious curves in a towel, and headed back to the building—his building, he knew she lived one floor down although he didn’t know which apartment—he’d finally managed to get his ass into bed.
Which was why he deserved the extra burn and strain this morning. He shouldn’t have stayed up to watch over someone who didn’t want or need it, or even know he was doing it.
Creeper.
Spraying water as he exhaled and dunked his head back in, Rick had to remind himself to kick his legs. It was too easy to just pull himself through the water with his arms, but he needed the leg work out, too. Anything to drain himself of the excess energy he seemed to be carrying around.
Maybe he should reconsider Patrick’s offer to put him into the Introduction Scene rotation. Although he went to the club every weekend now that he’d moved to the area, he still hadn’t found a submissive he really clicked with. He played of course, and had even had some mutually satisfying scenes, but either the woman wasn’t interested in extending their interactions beyond the club or something just didn’t gel completely. Doing Intro Scenes would mean interacting with more subs. After all, it had been a month of going to the club on a regular basis and he was just as likely to sit at the bar chatting with his friends as he was to scene. So maybe he just needed to find a way to put himself out there more.
Heck, half the reason he’d moved up here was so he could be closer to Stronghold. The other half of the reason had been that he hadn’t been thrilled with the way things had been going at the school he’d been teaching at. The principal had had the tendency to play favorites, with both the teachers and the students, and unfortunately seemed particularly favorable to those who cause drama. It was not a situation Rick was willing to put up with. He’d already been somewhat dissatisfied with the school, even though he loved his students, and he’d become so frustrated with his love life that moving away from it all just made sense.
Here, he was closer to his friends, he was starting at a new school, and hopefully he’d be able to find a relationship which actually could go somewhere. When he’d been living almost two hours away from Stronghold, most of the submissives he was meeting also lived two hours away from him–or more. Which was a hard sell for when it came to dating. Of course, now that he was living here, somehow it hadn’t been any easier to find a woman he actually wanted to have a relationship with.
Reaching the end of the lane, Rick grabbed onto the wall and pulled himself against it with his arms, spreading them along the upper edge which was starting to heat up in the sun. The pool was starting to get a little busier now; he wasn’t the only one here anymore although he was the only one swimming laps.
As he glanced over towards the entrance, his muscles tightened, and he recognized the dark-haired woman he often watched from his window. They actually hadn’t been at the pool at the same time before. She tended to go in the evening—or late at night—and Rick usually swam in the morning. She was wearing a bright purple bikini with pink polka dots and a matching dark purple sarong tied at her curvy hips, which peeked open to show a generous amount of leg when she walked. This was closest he’d ever been to her and at this range he could see how very nicely she filled out her bikini top, the large globes of her breasts jiggling as she walked.
Most women her size wouldn’t have the confidence to carry off a bikini, but she looked completely comfortable in her own skin. Deservedly so–she was fucking gorgeous. Her dark hair was piled up on top of her head, a mass of curls precariously perched and appearing far too heavy for her long neck. The college guys near the entrance were checking her out, also uncaring that she more voluptuous than current beauty standards. She was hot, confident, and luscious.
Rick didn’t usually describe women as luscious, but that was the best word for her. In his head, it was always the description that came to mind whenever he saw her. As always, seeing her stirred a physical reaction, despite the cold water of the pool. He liked women of all shapes and sizes, but he did have a particular soft spot for ladies with more curves. Maybe because he’d always been a bit of a cuddler. Mostly, though, he was drawn to confidence. He liked sassy women and always had. Something about the way she moved hinted she was just his type.
Maybe he should just go over and introduce himself. Flirt. Ask for her number.
