by T. E. White
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
She nodded, reminded that she had made assumptions about me. Although she’d been right given everything I’d done and she’d witnessed, I decided to show her another side of me before I claimed my prize. She grabbed a fork and began to dig into the fruit. I pulled out a couple of pastries, donuts and croissants, not knowing which she liked. I added some cheese slices to the spread as well.
She ended the silence. “Are you going to tell me what I taste like?”
So I had her thinking about me. I wondered how long she’d spent wondering just that. “In due time.”
“Fine,” she said petulantly. Her pout only lured me more. “Tell me why you love sailing.”
I finished my bite then said, “My aunt’s husband is a professional rower. When I moved to England, he took me out on the water and I haven’t looked back.”
“So you prefer rowing over sailing?”
“Not exactly. I enjoy them both, for different reasons.” Changing the subject, I asked, “How about you? Do you play any sports?”
A look of horror crossed her face. “Oh no, not me.” Her head continued to shake or maybe that was a shudder that ran through her.
“Why not?” I was amused by her answer.
“As much as I like the outdoors, hiking, and…” She gave me a bright smile before she added, “…sailing, I’m just not that competitive.”
We ate some more until she took another stab at conversation, while I was happy just watching her and making her blush under my stare.
“You know what we haven’t talked about?”
“What’s that?” I was curious what she would bring up.
“What your major is.”
She had me. “Don’t judge me based on my answer.”
“Try me,” she offered, putting a strawberry in her mouth. Could you be jealous of a fruit? I wanted to be in her mouth.
“Political Science in the Pre-Law program.”
She nodded and tapped her chin. Why did she keeping drawing my attention to her kissable mouth? “Do you plan to be a senator one day?”
It was my turn to be adamant because I was not going to be my father. I wanted to be a lawyer for very different reasons. I thought I might end up a prosecutor or doing more pro-bono work, giving away more of my services than I earned in fees. “No.” I wanted to end the subject so I turned the tables on her. “And you?”
Her posture straightened as she stated proudly, “International studies in language and culture.”
I popped a strawberry in my mouth. “I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting that.”
Her hair slid down as a shield to cover the side of her face, when she tilted it to give me a curious look. “What were you expecting?”
“I don’t know. After you psychoanalyzed me the other night, I thought for sure you’d be a psych major.”
She laughed, pointing a grape at me that was pinched between her index and thumb finger. “Okay, you have me there. But you, Mr. Watcher, could also double as a psych major.”
We managed to eat all the fruit and yogurt. A half of a croissant was left, and all the donuts and pastries were untouched. As I began to pack it all up, she asked, “When did you get all this stuff?”
“I have my ways.” I winked at her and set the basket on the other side of me, leaving nothing but the empty blanket between us.
She lay there with a bit of yogurt at the corner of her mouth. It was too late to stop myself. I scooted over and brushed hair from her face.
“Wait,” she said holding up a finger. “First tell me what I taste like.”Her curiosity was cute. I decided not to prolong the answer because I needed to sample her again.
“Strawberries.” I leaned over. When she didn’t retreat, I kissed the corner of her mouth before ghosting my lips over hers. I pulled back awaiting her approval, I went in for a real kiss after her mouth curved. She opened for me and she tasted again of fruits and sweetness.
My actions caused an ache in my balls so I pulled back and got to my feet. “How about a swim?” I didn’t wait for her answer. I tugged off my shirt and headed aft where a short platform rested above the water. I dived in the frigid water, needing to cool off.
When I surfaced, I heated as if reacting to a close encounter with the sun. Red unfastened her top to reveal a yellow bikini top hidden underneath. Her breasts were fuller than I imagined. When she unbuttoned her shorts, I allowed myself to sink under the water. I blew out a breath, watching the bubbles rise. When I broke the surface again, she wasn’t on the boat.
I saw her head begin to break the water and I dived under. Her shapely legs scissored under the water, and I caught her around the waist and pulled her under. When she surfaced again, gasping for breath, it was on. Partly because she declared, “I’m going to get you.”
9
After water games, we ended back on the boat, tangled in each other. We fit perfectly together despite her short stature. We were kissing while on our sides when Red made the first move to take things to the next level. Not being stupid, I didn’t outwardly gloat. I allowed her to roll me onto my back and her delicious, lithe body curled over mine. My hands wrapped around her and stroked down her back. When I reached her hips, I pulled her tighter against me. Her response nearly shocked me. There was no way she didn’t feel the stiffness between us. Yet, she started grinding into me. The friction she created pushed me closer to pathetically releasing in my swim trunks.
It’d never been my plan to take things this far with her. But as they say, never look a gift horse in the mouth. But I went with it, allowing my hands to glide over her ass and helped her with the friction she created.
Her breathing became ragged. My eyes widened in surprise when she moaned out her release. Her back bowed into my body with her head thrown back. It was surreal and I felt almost like a teenager again, knowing we’d dry humped. I knew however to keep that thought to myself. She had abandoned thought and gone for hers. Could I blame her?
After the waves of pleasure shuddered through her, her eyes met mine and her cheeks flushed red. My thoughts about her from the beginning were right. She was more innocent than she appeared. Her embarrassment was incredibly charming and in that moment, extremely sexy.
“I’m sorry,” she said still red in the face. She tumbled off me, leaving the tent in my shorts obvious. Her lip was held between her two teeth as she glanced between me and my engorged length. “I can take care of that for you,” she said shyly.
If a whale had appeared next to the boat, I wouldn’t have been more shocked. She didn’t wait for my answer. She crawled to straddle me before backing herself down until her face was level with the evidence of my arousal.
Her hands shook as they curled around the waistband of my trunks. With quick action, I placed my hands on top of hers feeling her skin warm from the sun. “You don’t have to.”
And where the hell did that come from? What guy would turn down a blow job, especially one freely offered?
A steady gaze met mine with the determination of someone with a goal. She was wrong about not possessing a competitive edge. It was there in her eyes. She was committed to reaching the finish line. I let her hands slide from beneath mine as she pulled my shorts down to let my cock spring free and proud. Her eyes became like saucers.
I kept my expression blank, holding back my signature smirk. For once, I didn’t feel smug. It was something different like honor, as if she was bestowing a gift on me. When had the game changed? This was more indication that I was beginning to like her more than I should. Thus, I should stop her and turn the boat around before things went too far, and before we tangoed. I didn’t do girlfriends, so it would only end with me walking away.
Her tiny hand made first contact and I jerked in response. A bead of precum drizzled down the side of my dick like a precursor to a volcanic eruption. I watched with lust-filled fascination. Her baby blues met mine before her hair created a curtain. Her warm tongue slicked over
the crown, licking up my seed and I dropped my head back. Fuck me.
Her mouth grazed over the head before sinking downward. A groan loosed from my chest. Unfortunately, she wasn’t that skilled. I’d give her top marks for effort and enthusiasm. Like a coach, I wasn’t going to give up on my most valuable player. A little guidance could go a long way.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “A little slower. Relax you mouth and use your tongue to drag on the underside.”
She hadn’t taken my words to mean I was displeased, which was good. She also wasn’t offended by them, as she did what I said. “Now tighten your lips around me and use your hand at the base.” She wasn’t able to deep throat but that was okay. She gripped me but I could tell she was afraid about hurting me. Her eye held mine as she tried to please me. If she only knew how that just pushed me further over the edge.
“You can hold me tighter, I won’t break,” I breathed. I hoped I was right. She began twisting her right hand as she bobbed up and down my length. Her proficiency had grown immeasurably with a few pointers. She’d already primed the pump with her grinding on me earlier. It wasn’t long before I raggedly warned, “I’m going to come.”
Her movements continued and before I was lost to the pleasure, I said again, “I’m coming.”
The orgasm hit me hard. I could feel the jets pulsating into her mouth as her throat contracted around me with each swallow. That only intensified the feeling. I saw nothing but stars in the sunlit sky as thought and language dissolved into overwhelming pleasure. I stilled her movements when her mouth on the head of my cock was too much to bear.
She let go with a popping sound, and a smile bloomed on her beautiful face. She was like a rose in that moment, red, and gorgeous. I tugged her to me, and when I tried to kiss her she turned her face.
“I should rinse out my mouth first.” She was angled so that she wasn’t looking directly at me when she spoke.
My hands cupped her chin, and gently I turned her towards me. “Why?”
“This is probably an inappropriate time to mention this, but my ex-boyfriend said guys don’t like to kiss girls after they’ve given a blowjob.”
It wasn’t jealousy that burned in me. It was anger that a douche bag had treated her so badly to make her feel shame about what she’d done. “He’s an asshole. I’m not. Now kiss me.”
I kissed the hell of out her, tasting myself on her tongue. I didn’t stop, only deepened the action so that she understood that I had no such problem.
When she was breathless, I pulled away, grinning at her bewilderment. “Now it’s my turn.” She stilled beneath me. Okay, maybe she didn’t like that kind of thing. So I asked the question. “Is it okay?”
She nodded but quickly added, “It’s just that no one has ever done that to me.”
It was clear her ex was more of a wanker than I thought. But it wasn’t the time to have that conversation. I wanted to taste all of her and she was giving me the green light. I tumbled her to her back and took the same position she’d had me moments before. I kissed her mouth again before grazing my teeth down her neck to stop at her pulse point. I sucked gently there for a second but moved, on not wanting to leave a mark.
Her breasts were there for the taking. However, her death grip on the blanket had me guessing at her state of mind. I had a desperate need to taste her, so I kissed her nipples through the triangle over her top, not spending a lot of time because I didn’t want her to get skittish and change her mind. Lightly, I dragged my tongue down her center, leaving small kisses along the way. When I reached my destination, I kissed her most sensitive spot though the fabric.
She arched her back. Unlike last night’s tight jeans, her bikini allowed easy access. I tugged at the strings on the sides of her hips waiting a second for her to stop me. She didn’t. Seconds later, the ivory expanse of her naked skin was revealed to me. There wasn’t even a hint of curls for me to explore. She had a Brazilian. My thoughts turned again, wondering about this girl. Had she been playing me? It didn’t matter. I was there and wanted to play.
I licked up her folds and enjoyed her wetness. She was clearly ready for more and my dick sprang to life again. I ignored it and went back to tasting and stroking her with my tongue. I settled myself in between her legs and spread them wide as I probed her éclair to lick at the cream filling. She jerked and I wasn’t sure what that meant. So I decided to keep things simple and suck at her clit instead. She rose up, arching her back again.
As I took a breath, I said, “You can always tell me what you want.” She nodded and I went back to work. I wanted to make sure she felt free to guide me like I had her, on what she liked.
Her hands fisted in my hair and pulled me tighter to her letting me know what she needed. I alternated between rimming her entrance and sucking her nub. She was so responsive I decided not to add my fingers this time. I didn’t need to. It didn’t take long before her orgasm squirted in spurts into my mouth. Greedily, I swallowed all of it. Once she released me, I pulled back only a second before moving up to kiss her, mingling our tastes between us. Together, it was heady, and I wanted inside her.
She blushed again and I was back to my initial thoughts that she was more innocent than most I’d been with. I gathered she’d done things based on what she said. But I thought her experience was limited to one or a couple of guys, which made me inwardly fist pump. It wasn’t a bad thing if a girl had a few miles on her, but any guy would be happy to know that a girl couldn’t map her experience across the globe.
I could have gloated that I’d won the dare, but I didn’t. In fact I had more respect for her. She could have held out and tried to prove me wrong by playing the game and not giving into what we both wanted. But she hadn’t. Unabashedly, she’d given into what she wanted. We hadn’t had sex yet, but it was clear she was willing.
“Are you ready to go back?” I asked after retying her bikini bottom. She nodded. I helped her to her feet and steered her to the wheel. I could do it on my own, but I found myself wanting to involve her in the process. “Can you hold this steady here while I pull up the anchor?”
“Sure,” she finally said. Her voice came out small like she was still embarrassed over our encounter.
I stood behind her and pushed a button on the panel. The rattle of the line said the button had done its job.
“That was it,” she laughed. “Why did you need me?”
“Oh, I needed a reason to stand behind you and do this.” I nuzzled her neck as my hands wrapped around her waist. “Did I tell you that you smell good enough to eat?”
She giggled as I continued my assault around her ear and neck. She shook her head. I admitted amorously, “Well you do.”
Once the anchor was secure and the readings good, I helped her navigate the boat in a wide u-turn, only leaving her once to ensure the sails were positioned and secure.
As we neared the dock near campus, she asked, “Is this where you keep your boat?”
“No.” I glanced up to the dark clouds that had met us halfway. “But it looks like a downpour is coming. I don’t want you to have to walk in that.”
“I don’t mind. I want to help.”
“Are you sure?”
When she nodded, I took over and steered the boat to head further up the coastline. I’d enjoyed too much standing so close to her, mixing our body heat and stirring my arousal.
After we pulled into my slip, she went to fold the blanket while I secured the lines and sails. She also cleaned up what little mess was left over from our breakfast. Just as we stepped on the dock, the skies let loose.
We ran for a nearby boat shed and stood beneath the overhang. Although she shivered, her expression held delight. Smiling, I tilted her chin up and kissed her until the sun shone again.
10
The next two weeks were busy, and I didn’t get to see a lot of Red. A part of me wondered if she thought me the ass and was staying true to my word. As much as I may have wanted to end things while I still owned my
heart, when I saw her, it wasn’t easy. She rivaled Camille in not being clingy. She hadn’t pressed me to spend time with her, or define whatever it was we had, even though I had. The one word was comfortable, which might end up being my downfall.
Rowing training began to take up my time. Weightlifting and regular practices on the water when the weather cooperated were required. The temperature continued to be great, which meant before school and after, my time was filled. Yet I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head. I found myself thinking about her constantly. A couple of times we’d run into each other at the café and share a meal. I had trouble eating anything with strawberries as it reminded me of her. She was under my skin and I was beginning to break all my rules about not getting too close.
All of that came to a crashing halt at the end of those two weeks, on a Friday. It was the first day in that timeframe that coach had given us the afternoon off. Exhausted, I’d gone to my room and crashed. Between, practice, classes and studying, it felt like I hadn’t slept during that whole time. During our last Astronomy class, Red and I made tentative plans to hang out, but I ended up texting her.
ME: Going 2 crash 2night. See you tomorrow?
It was a long time before she responded. When she did, I wasn’t sure how to take her one-letter response she sent me.
Red: K
The curt reply made it hard to sleep.
“You up?”
Gavin graced my door with remote in hand.
I held up my hands in the universal sign for duh.
“Wanna play?”
Swinging my legs over the side, I got up and headed to the living room.
“What’s up with you and Reagan?”
In my head, I’d called her Red so long it took me a minute to realize who he was talking about. “Biscuit?”
“You two have pet names?” he asked in disgust.
“No, it’s an inside joke. Why are you asking anyway? You’ve been tight-lipped about Penelope.”
He shrugged. “I just thought you’d be out with her tonight.”
