Indian Summer

by lanie love

  It was hard for both Sienna and the Townsends to adjust the first couple of days. But that first weekend was a game changer, literally, when they took her along to the park to play baseball with Roger's summer league. The guys were goofing round before the game started, letting their kids hit the ball.

  To her surprise, Roger asked Sienna if she wanted to hit. When she knocked that sucker out of the park, not once, but twice, and both times whipped around those bases like nobody's business, and even slid to home without a care in the world of getting dirty, having a boy be damned. Roger knew he had gotten the right kid.

  And when the coaches were all playfully pulling at Sienna to be on their team to where Roger had to hold on to her protectively while Francine made a show of getting in front of them both with her dukes up pretending to fight everybody off, well, that pretty much was that.

  It’s been a good summer with them ever since. Sienna is still doing everything she can so not to rock the boat though. And even though it’s now well into October, everything seems to be going pretty well. She only has a few more months to go and she really doesn't want to be asked to leave and have to get used to another place before then. One that may not be as nice as this one.

  Because that's all they have been, nothing but nice. Especially when they found out that Maryanne had invited her to the dance. Off to get a gown she and Francine went. She wanted to tell her there was not a snowballs chance in hell she would go, so forget about spending all that money on a gown. But when she saw how excited it made Francine to help her get all dressed up, she felt too bad to let her down.

  So here she is, in a green designer ballgown that goes great with her hair, made by a woman she never heard of, but Maryanne is all excited about, with her hair and makeup done by a gay guy at some smell good salon, surrounded by a bunch of uptight strangers.

  At least, she finally got to meet Cliff. Maryanne talks about him nonstop and she always wonders about him. She had no idea he was the one bidding on her because never did Maryanne say he was so gorgeous, but then, why would she? He is so fine, he is making her nervous. The fact that her stomach has butterflies just by being so close to him is making her even more nervous.

  "The dancing won't start for a few more minutes." Cliff says. "You want something to drink?"

  "No, I'm okay." She says, looking at the crowd at the bar.

  He can tell she isn't too happy with being in a crowd and that was okay with him because he didn't particularly care for them either.

  "We can go down by the pool. It’s closer to the water." He offers her.

  "Are you sure we won't get into trouble?"

  "My parents won't mind." He assures her, taking her hand.

  He leads her along the lighted path away from the house. The closer they get to the water, the farther the noise of the party, and the more they both seem to relax.

  "I am so loving this view." She says, enjoying the water out in the distance.

  Cliff is glad to see that it has the same effect on her that it does him. Whenever he is feeling particularly shitty, he comes down to the beach and chill. The water always calms him down. He spent many a day at the Santa Monica Pier growing up and when Grandma Jane and Grandpa Michael comes to visit, they always take him up on the Ferris wheel.

  While Sienna is busy looking at the water, he takes the chance to check her out. And damn, she is hotter than he thought she was. Even with nothing put the safety lights from the path and the illumination of the quarter moon, he can see just how hot she truly is.

  He has to look away from the curve of her tits and ass in that dress because if he stares a second longer, he will have to reach out and feel her up.

  "How old are you?" He asks, suddenly in a panic at the thought of wanting to touch her and it being molestation if she is too young. He knew she wasn't a "kid" kid, but that could mean she was anywhere from fifteen to eighteen. He hopes she is at least older than his sister, otherwise he can label himself a perv.

  "Seventeen." She answers him, clearly proud of her age. He breathes a little easier.

  "Not too young for me to hang out with then." He teases her and she gives him an annoyed frown.

  "You're only nineteen, right? And you just dropped out of Yale." He was going to ask how she knew all that until he remembered she's friends with bigmouth Maryanne.

  "My sister talks too much."

  "She has your back like crazy, though. She only says good things about you, I swear."

  "I knew there was a reason I liked her."

  "And she's why I'm hanging out with you, by the way. So there." He watches as her face cringes. "Okay, forget I said that last part." She asks him, once she realizes how immature it sounded and that it really didn't help her prove her case at all.

  "No, hey, I'm just glad you find me worthy." He tells her. She laughs and damn if he doesn't think it's the cutest sound he's ever heard coming from a girl.

  "And anyway, I'm almost eighteen."

  "Good to know." He chuckles at her, leading her into the pool house.

  He waits as she makes herself at home and finds a spot on the couch. She looks up at him where he stands watching her with his hands in his pockets, leaning on the closed door. She takes note of his sudden change in demeanor now that they are truly alone.

  She can tell that he is attracted to her by the slight bulge in his pants and the way his breathing is escalating. Normally she wouldn't be caught dead in a room with a man who was reacting to her that way if she could help it, but there is something in his eyes when he looks at her that lets her know he wouldn't hurt her.

  If being in so many homes has taught her one thing, its how to read people. And the fact that he has kept a safe distance and ensured he wouldn't touch her by putting his hands firmly in his pockets goes a long way to make her feel comfortable around him.

  So much so, that she pats the couch cushion next to her, inviting him to sit down.

  "You're quiet all of a sudden." She tells him once he settles in next to her.

  "Not much to say."

  She watches as his eyes venture down to her tits and gives them a strong eye fuck that goes right through her insides, heating them up.

  "Do you want to have sex with me, Cliff?"

  Chapter Three

  "Am I really that obvious?" He asks her.

  The slight squirm of his hips is a futile effort to deflate his growing erection. Sienna's eyes leave his to drift down to his groin. He knows he may as well give up trying to hide it now.

  "Kinda obvious, yeah. Unless, that's just how you are… normally."

  Cliff shakes his head with a slight no.

  "I do want to. But I'm not a complete ass. I know we don't really know each other."

  "People hook up without knowing each other all the time. It's not really that big of a deal. Unless you're, like a virgin, or something like that."

  Cliff clears his throat and slides a little away from her. He puts a finger in his collar, pulling it away from his neck so he can breathe better. It’s gotten pretty uncomfortable all of a sudden.

  "No way. You're a virgin? I don't believe it."

  "Stranger things." He grumbles at her. It's not that he is embarrassed, but he sure as hell doesn't want to be heckled about it from a girl he thinks is beyond hot.

  "But how? You're gorgeous and… old."

  "I'm only 19, and even if I am old, so what?"

  "But you're a guy."

  "So, what?" He says. Sienna shrugs, taking the hint and shutting up about it. She doesn't want to get him pissed off. "So, what you’re saying is that you're not a virgin?" He keeps going with the conversation, turning the tables on her, but she doesn't want to talk about it now.

  "No." She says nothing more. He waits for her to go on, but that's all she's giving up.

  "Great. You get me to spill my guts, but you get to clam up."

  "You didn't spill anything. I guessed and anyway, why should I tell you my secret?"

  "It's a secret?" Now
she has him curious. "What's so secret about hooking up? People do it all the time with no big deal." She rolls her eyes at him.

  "Hey, those were your words." He reminds her.

  "We are going to miss the first dance." She says, in an order to drop this whole thing. She tries to stand up, but he pulls her back down in her seat.

  "Not so fast. We've got plenty of time. So, spill it."

  "You first." She says. He isn't one to go around talking about shit like this. Secrets is what she calls them. It's not that he's ashamed, it's just not his style to open up to people. But he is now curious about her "secrets" and he know he isn't going to get a peep out of her until he fesses up.

  “Seriously?” He says.

  Cliff squares his eyes, sizing Sienna up. In response, she crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, giving off attitude and meeting his glare with one eyebrow raised in challenge. Her lips firmly pressed closed. Lips Cliff couldn't help but want to know how they would feel on his.

  "You first." She repeats, letting him know there is no way she is talking before he does. She had been suckered a lot in her life and this surely wasn't going to be one of those times. Not that she had anything to lose by talking. But it was the principle of the whole thing. He gives her back the eye roll she gave him earlier and starts talking.

  "I don't like being touched and it stops me from having sex." He tells her just enough to give her a turn. He doesn't realize that all he did was pique her curiosity about him more and now that the can of worms is open.

  "What's wrong with being touched?"

  "It hurts."

  "I've heard of that condition. Is it on your face? Some nerve disorder or something."

  "No, I don't have a damn nerve disorder, Sienna. I got burned as a little kid and when people touch me, it hurts."

  "Oh." She frowns, not getting it at all.

  She knows about burn victims. She'd studied it in a first aid class that one of her foster parents allowed her to take. She doesn't remember learning anything about the victims still feeling the burn that long after treatment though.

  Cliff doesn't even look burned.

  "Yeah. So, its kind of takes the fun out of fucking, if you know what I mean."

  "Are you saying that your dick is burned?"

  "Aw, for fuck sakes, no. My dick is not burned, Sienna.

  "Well, I'm sorry." She squeals, at even thinking it. Let alone saying it out loud to him. "How am I supposed to know when you're not really telling me?"

  "I've told you enough. It’s your turn to tell me something."

  She thinks about it for a minute and with a shrug, she tells him what only two people in the world know.

  "I'm not a virgin because I lost it to one of my foster mothers."

  Cliff stares at her, blinking a few times because he is sure he didn't just hear what he thought he just heard coming from those beautiful full lips of hers.

  "You did what now?"

  "You heard me. I slept with one of my fost—"

  "You're gay? Shit, I let you hang around my sister."

  "I'm not gay.” She says after closing her mouth that fell open. “And wow, I would never go after your sister. It may surprise you, but gay girls don't just bang any pussy on legs. And anyway, I'm not gay."

  "So, what, did she force you?"

  "No, she didn't. Well, kinda, but I was into it. With her. Only with her. I like guys."

  "How old were you?"

  "Thirteen."

  "And how old was she?"

  "I don't know, thirty-five, forty, maybe. It’s not as bad as it sounds."

  "My ass, it’s not as bad as it sounds." Cliff hates the idea of some grown bitch sticking her tongue and whatever the hell else in Sienna.

  "You know what. I really don't need the judgement." She crosses her arms again, pissed off this time.

  "You're right."

  It’s not like he hadn't been there himself with Marla and he pretty much tells Sienna so, although he never gives up Marla's name.

  "And your mom still lets her hang around?"

  "Hell no. Mom told her where to go a long time ago. She and my dad are suspicious, but they don’t know anything for sure."

  "Is she still after you?"

  "I'm sure she would be if I ever gave the impression that I was interested in her."

  "Are you?"

  Sienna eyes him as he smirks at her. She's hoping he can't see the little bit of jealousy that has crept its way in, but the stupid grin he has on his face lets her know she's busted. Well, it doesn't matter anyway. Especially since she saw the same thing when she told him about her foster mother.

  "No. I wouldn't be in here with you if I was. So, you've never been with a guy?"

  "Not a real one. I've been fucked with dildos before, though."

  "Aw fuck." Cliff groans in disgust and Sienna hides her laugh.

  "Well, if you are willing." She teases.

  "Now, I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

  "You’re such a prude."

  "I've never been accused of that before."

  "If the shoe fits."

  "Well, I'm not wearing that damn shoe. And I already told you, I don't like being touched."

  "I won't touch you."

  "It’s not just that. I have scars too. Girls get grossed out by them."

  He didn't really know that for sure, because no girl had ever seen them, but since they made his stomach turn every time he had to look at them, he could only guess how other people might react.

  "I have a scar too." She announces, taking off her shoes before standing up.

  Turning away from him, she slips out of her dress and drapes it carefully over the back of the love seat next to them so not to wrinkle it.

  "Jesus." He breathes out too low for her to hear at the sight of her ass in nothing but black panties.

  The contrast of the black next to her skin is almost too much for him. He is bracing himself for when she turns around. He can just tell that she's going to have the best set of tits he's ever seen and he's seen more than his share the year he spent at Yale. Even in the dim light of the pool house, he can see the skin of her back. Its smooth creaminess has him sitting on his hands to keep them from reaching out and touching her.

  His eyes are glued to her as she turns back around to face him and he nearly faints looking at her. She moves her hands up, sweeping the locks of her long hair back behind her shoulders. The perkiness of her tits is now uncovered and on full display when she does. The pink tinge of her areola and the blush of her nipples has his mouth opening involuntarily to suckle them. Perfection.

  "See." She says, pointing at her belly. He tears his eye away from her chest to look down at a tiny little scar a few inches long and paler than her skin, if that is even possible. "Appendicitis. Hurt like hell and the scar is pretty gross." He tries not to laugh at her because he can see that she is completely serious and he can tell that she doesn't show that scar to everyone. But that "gross" scar is cute as hell to him. He just nods at her. "Well, now show me yours." She tells him, still standing with nothing but panties on and unashamed.

  What he doesn't know is she isn't that comfortable being naked around most people, but she thinks she's found a kindred spirit in the 19-year-old boy who can't have sex because he is afraid to be touched and is ashamed of his scars.

  “Fine.” He says, losing all resolve.

  Taking a deep breath, he stands, slips off the jacket of his tux, and tosses it on the love seat near her dress. He lifts one arm and unhooks his cufflinks before doing the same with the other.

  Sienna watches intently as he unbuttons each hole of his white dress shirt until it opens revealing his undershirt underneath. She rolls her eyes at how slow he’s going. She just wants him to get on with it. He tosses his shirt on the love seat next to his jacket before lifting off his undershirt.

  "Whoa." Sienna says at his naked torso. He is hot, buff, chiseled to perfection, and damn he is… hot. Of course, she knew he wa
s gorgeous when she first laid eyes on him, but she had no idea he was this godlike.

  "Not as cute as your scar, I know." He says, mistaking her reaction for displeasure, making her frown as she studies his body.

  "I don't see anything wrong." She informs him. "It’s all good to me."

  He breathes out, taking a step closer.

  "On my chest and arms." He tells her and she squints to look. She can now make out little speckles of meshed skin that’s a shade off from the rest of him.

  "What happened to you?"

  "I’d snuck over a friend’s house in the Hollywood hills back when we had the big fires. Mom and Dad didn’t want me anywhere near them. It was the one time they put their foot down and flat out told me no, but I didn’t listen. The fires were far enough away from us, so we thought, but before we knew it, we were surrounded by flames. By the time my parents found out I wasn’t in my room where they’d sent me, it was too late.”

  “Oh, my God.” She says, looking at his chest and imagining him being burned alive.

  “Hey, it’s okay.” He says, dipping down to get her to look at him and not his chest. She peeks up at him with big green eyes like water glistening in the sun. He brushes away her tears with his thumps. “I passed out from the smoke long before I caught fire, so I didn’t feel anything. The next thing I knew, my cousin Nate was carrying me out, telling me I would be okay.”

  “Your cousin?”

  “He’s a fireman.”

  "Well, what the hell did you go up there for, anyway?" She asks. He can hear the anger in her voice and it makes him smile that it’s on his behalf.

  "I was an idiot. My friend’s parents were out of town and we were trying to be heroes and save his house." He can tell by the look she gives him that she wants to call him something worse than an idiot, but she doesn’t. “Dumb move, I know.”

  "No argument from me. So, it still hurts when people touch your skin?" She asks and he nods.