by Pamela Ann
By mid-afternoon, I was trimming the hedges that came up to my waist when I caught something out of my peripheral vision.
Ava.
She was striding out of the indoor pool patio, donning an electric blue bikini. The three tiny patches of triangles barely concealed anything, leaving me little doubt as to what she looked like underneath. Lust soared into my cock, causing my balls to be in a pained and constrained state. Her lustrous inky hair was left free, cascading down her back, perfecting that “just out of bed” look that made horny guys like me think of one thing … sex. Shagging. And more shagging.
Blasted fuck, I wanted her so badly. I instantly had the urge to stop myself mid-workday and wank off at the sight of her readying to sunbathe. She was facing the opposing rectangular outdoor pool as her eyes scanned about the area, looking around. Since I had hidden myself behind the hedges and had been acting like the obvious peeping tom I secretly was, I almost groaned when I saw her reach to her back and untie the knot of her bikini. Then she did the same with the knot behind her neck. With her back to me, I could easily appreciate the beautiful arch of her back and the pert, firm bottom she had.
Losing a part of my brain, I scanned the perimeter to see if Father was nearby and was relieved to know he was still on the other side of the estate, minding his precious rose bushes. I swiftly took my gloves off and hurriedly tended to my aching cock.
With my hand gripping the base of it, I started to massage the throbbing shaft as I peeped through holes in the hedges, finding her on the day lounger, eyes shut as she comfortably listened to the music flittering through her tiny ear buds. Her firm breasts were gloriously on display, basking in the sunrays as her nipples pebbled, thrusting their beautiful peaks heavenward, vying for attention. My undivided attention as I jerked my dick fastidiously. Menacingly. Desperately.
With my eyes partially closed, I daydreamed of making my way towards her almost naked state, awakening her with my lips securely enclosed on one of those delightful peaks, sucking on one of those teeny buds as I fondled the other. I was a breast kind of man. I didn’t want them particularly humongous; rather, I liked them a tad more than a handful, firm and perky. The kind where I could endlessly smother myself all night and day and wouldn’t complain a damn word about it. Most of all, I imagined her cupping both breasts as I slid my cock in between them, furiously fucking her there.
It didn’t take another minute until I manically unloaded my nut into the hedges.
Staring into the white cream, I felt no shame whatsoever at what I had done. This was beyond perverted, yet I seemed to have had no hold of my urgencies when I had seen that she was about to bare her breasts to broad daylight.
What could a seventeen-year-old guy like me do? It was simply inevitable. So was getting my hands on her again. Truly beyond unavoidable.
Chapter 9
That same night, my friends asked me to go out drinking again, but I declined them, excusing myself with the pretense of a mild headache. Same went with Holly, though this time, I told her my mother wanted to have family time and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
I usually didn’t resort to white lies unless it was important. Somehow, my reasoning had convinced me it was. Pursuing Ava after I had declined her would require thorough planning. Above all, I had to make sure no one knew. Maybe I was letting my raging hormones get in the way. Regardless, at this instant, I couldn’t think of anything or anyone except her. It would either get my fill of my drug of choice or keep on getting these vivid, random flashbacks that never failed to leave me in a state of desperate compulsion of touching myself; whether it was in the safe confines of my bedroom or out in public. Therefore, for my sanity’s sake and the sake of the people around the estate, I had to do something. Otherwise, I might simply take on the urge of touching my private bits whilst working.
My first plan was to go back to the spot where we had crossed paths in the garden. Consequently, I went with my gut and aimlessly made my way there at half past ten, hoping I’d have enough time to sort my thoughts out because they had been invaded by images of her and her glorious globes. The things that entered my head were beyond obscene, and I couldn’t help it. She brought out the naughty side of me, and her wickedness the other night merely teased this part of me.
I wanted her hot, wanting, desperate for me to do the little bad things she evoked in me. Never in my life had I felt this reckless need to be with a girl. Sure, fucking had always come easily to me; however, this type of senseless desperation that brought out the animalistic tendencies was something new all together. Maybe it was because I knew nothing could come out of it, even if something was to happen between us. Or maybe it was the blatant fact that she was a forbidden fruit that made it difficult to resist. Or maybe it could simply be because she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and staying away from her was never going to be an option from the get-go. Whatever the answer was, it was lost on me.
A male had two brains. One located up north and the other down south. The southern hub had only one purpose and agenda and that was to copulate.
Reaching the lake, I found the spot where she and I had met the other night and patiently sat on a nearby log, hoping the siren was coming out tonight. Listening to the sound of the night made by the nocturnal animals, humming and squeaking in the background, made me more aware of how alone I was out here.
Patiently trying to distract myself with my phone, I noted it had been half an hour since I had arrived. And, since it was still early, I resorted to web browsing. However, this attempt at occupying myself didn’t last very long.
After convincing myself this first part of my plan was plain stupid, I decided I had to move along to Plan B. This time, I hoped the little stunt of mine would be progressive and not as fallible as the first one.
Getting up, I hastily dusted off my pants before heading towards the manor. The walk took me about fifteen minutes until I found myself looking up towards her bedroom window, which was unsurprisingly brightly lit with music playing. There were four sets of windows in her bedroom and all of them were tightly shut.
Just my stroke of luck, I painfully noted as my mind tried to convince me this ludicrous idea was juvenile and risky. I mean, what would I do if Ava found me and started screaming bloody murder? How in the world would I get away with that?
Regardless, as I looked up, bunching my fists simultaneously, my mind tried to rationalize the pros and cons, weighing out the chances I was ready to gamble on, hoping my instincts would lead me to untroubled pursuits tonight.
My hesitation didn’t last, and before I knew it, my hands and feet were on the wooden plank fence, pushing and brushing away the thick vines as I climb upwards. The fence was sturdy; as a result, it didn’t take me very long until I reached one of her windows, finally seeing what her bedroom was like for the first time.
There was a lot of white, pink, and black accents all throughout. It was remarkably girly, yet the shade of black made it less teeny-boppy and princess-y.
Roving my eyes to the left, I found what I had been searching for all evening.
Gripping the ends of the wooden fence, I craned my neck to get a better view of her stretching on the mat, doing downward dog in matching black, itty-bitty shorts and a sports bra. Her splendid arse was facing me, stretching and bending, as if to entice me some more. For a quick second, I sent out a mighty thank you prayer to the guardians above.
From what I could see, she was doing some breathing exercises as she remained in her downturned position. She did this for a few more minutes before she started flexing her heel, shifting from one foot to the other. I could condition myself to stay here forever and watch her do whatever exercises she got herself into, but the second I felt my pre-cum leak out, I knew I better do something to get myself inside the damn room or forever hold my piece behind closed windows.
Without preamble, I gently tapped on the glass with my knuckles, hoping the sound could be heard over her music. Much to my dismay, i
t seemed the gods needed me to try harder. Knocking with much force and effort, I didn’t halt my banging until I truly had received her undivided attention.
At first, her bluish purple eyes bulged out of their sockets before she recovered, giving me an eye roll. Strolling towards me, she sensually swayed her hips effortlessly. It was a strut known to men as “the catwalk,” and it demanded all of my attention, including my approving rock hard member.
Opening the window, Ava faced me with boredom imprinted on her face, as though to tell me I was no longer that intriguing to her. Her standoffish nature opposed the sensual woman I had encountered two nights prior.
Call it ego or male pride, but I hadn’t expected this kind of welcome from her. I must say my injured ego needed reassurance and reaffirmation. Re-strategizing was in order.
“I thought I’d stop by to say hi,” I started while I trained my eyes not to ogle the breasts that had gotten me off this afternoon, simply focusing on her gorgeous face. “I wasn’t sure if you came out last night but thought I should apologize for my absence anyway.” Pausing, I probed into her eyes, hoping she’d know I meant the words. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your stretching. I’ll see you around. Have a lovely night, Ava.” Using one of the smiles that usually got women to lower their barriers, I started counting, hoping she’d stop me any second as I slowly maneuvered my body to retrace my way down the plank fence.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
“Wait—” She sounded worried. “Where are you going?”
Brilliant was my name. Glancing up towards her, I gave her a steady look before climbing up again until her face was a few centimeters from mine. “Did you ask me something?”
“Where are you off to?” Her eyes took me in with that look that women got when they wanted something. Or someone.
“Somewhere … nowhere in particular. It’s one of those nights …” I trailed off, hoping she’d finish the sentence and get the hint. She was biting her lip while my eyes gathered how her nipples became prominent as the seconds ticked away.
My chest soared at the anticipation that was building between us. Even breathing this close to her felt like the air was below zero since it was starting to hurt my nostrils and lungs.
“You can come in if you like.” Her eyes were on my lips before she heatedly lifted her gaze to my green one. “And help me stretch.”
Damn. She was hinting with major innuendoes. My wayward imagination boldly ran rampant.
“Sure,” I said noncommittally. “Just tell me what to do.”
“Of course,” she chimed before opening the window wider for my entry, welcoming me into her bedroom.
Unperturbed, I gradually walked around her room that seemed like it was the entire size of the cottage we were living in, checking every knick-knack she had on display. She seemed to have an odd fascination in a punk looking penguin character.
“Cute.” I tried to hide my smile as I pressed my lips together before taking the pint-sized stuffed penguin and giving it a light shake. “Penguins are your thing?”
“Not all penguins, only Bad Badtz-Maru.” She piped up right behind me before protectively taking the Bad badoo something or other out of my hands. “My father was in Japan, and when he came back, it was April’s Fools Day, and coincidentally, it was his birthday, too. I was eight at the time, so I let him join my tea party.”
“How welcoming of you.” Picturing her playing pretend as an eight-year-old little girl melted me a little.
I was lost in thought when she playfully smacked Bad Badoo on my cheek. “I was eight and Bad was cute. You can’t fault me for wanting to keep him around.”
Raising my brow, I teased her some more. “So only cute things could be kept around you?” Wiggling my brows, I grinned wider. “Does that mean you find me pleasing to your eyes and that’s why you invited me in?”
“Stretching.” She provocatively licked her lips. “You’re here to help me stretch … and maybe entertain me a little, but I’ll decide on that later if you behave.”
I’d act however she wanted me to. Hell, I’d even play fetch if that got her approval. I’d do whatever, as long as the ending remained the same.
“Whatever you wish, Ava …” Murmuring the words, our eyes connected for a fraction. It was quick, yet I felt this potent pull of connection with her. It simply left me speechless.
Chapter 10
“I’m ready whenever you are.”
Watching her with fascination as she retreated back to her mat, my body felt wrung out from the anticipation of being close to her again.
She got to her stomach, lifting her head halfway before she situated her hands behind her head with interlocked fingers. “Come up behind me with your knees on the sides of my hips then gently wrap your hands around my elbows and stretch me slowly, lifting me up steadily.”
Okay, that wasn’t so hard.
Remembering her instructions, I held my breath as I parted my legs on the sides of her hips. I lowered myself to my knees, clasping around her elbows, and then softly applied pressure as I unhurriedly lifted her upper body. From this angle, her breasts were magnificent. Add this to the fact that she was breathing through her mouth, gasping short breaths as her body adjusted to the muscle compression, and I was struggling to keep my composure because I was mesmerized staring at them. We did this a few more times before she announced she was done for the night.
“Maybe you should stop pretending you’re not having a difficult time trying not to stare at me. We could even use it as a conversation starter.” She was pretty direct, and it intimidated and intrigued me all the more.
“You’re a beautiful girl wearing bits of clothing. It’s rather hard to ignore the bits, if you must know.”
Ava smirked, eyeing me wildly. “Do you fancy me, Reiss?” she murmured, closing the gap between us.
My throat bobbed before rasping out the truth. “More than words could ever describe.”
I was in pure torment with this lust of mine. She enthralled me. From the moment she had captured my attention, I had been a lost cause.
“Good.” Her left hand reached out to touch my chest before it rested against where my heart lay beating. “Do you often think of me after that night?” Gazing up to me, she gave me an expectant look.
There was no point in lying. “You are all I’ve thought about … even if I tried not to.”
“Tell me more about these thought of yours, Reiss.”
That was rather tough to elaborate on, really. I didn’t want to disrespect her. No, that would be the last thing I’d ever do. However, I could go about it in such a sense that could partially enlighten what I’d been dreaming about.
“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever set my eyes upon, Ava.” Clearing my throat, I continued on. “You’re captivating … alluring. You have a way of getting into my mind like no one has ever dared. Your direct approach leaves me speechless. You terrify me, and I simply can’t get enough of you.”
“You want more of me?”
“Without a doubt,” I said succinctly. “I want more.”
Reaching to get a hold of my hand, she brought my fingers to her lips, staring up at me with a deadpan expression. “Have you ever thought of my lips? Have you wondered how they would feel against yours? How they would taste on your tongue?”
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
“Yes, yes, and yes.”
“Perfect.” Her eyes glinted as she used her hand to trail my fingers against the smoothness of her cheek before she brought it to her neck. “Do you like the feel of my skin?”
She felt glorious.
“Everything about you …” I had a rough time getting my words out since my cock had stirred to its bloody full potential. “I think you’re perfection, Ava.”
“You’re too sweet, Reiss. That’s what I like about you.”
I wasn’t necessarily sweet, but with her, it was effortless. I couldn’t help i
t. She was the loveliest thing I had ever seen.
She then purposely trailed my fingers above the creamy valley of her breasts, brushing along their softness from left to right, making me groan.
“Do you like these breasts? Do they make you hot and hard?”
Christ Almighty. What the utter fuck?
“They’re pure excellence, Ava.” These lovely globes had tormented me since this afternoon; I hadn’t thought of much since.
“And what about this?” She brought my fingers towards her flat, toned stomach. “Do you like this? Her brow arched before she bit into her lip as she motioned my hand farther south, reaching into her heated crevice. “Or do you prefer this better?”
“Ava—” I was in agony. I hadn’t been this hard since I had first figured out masturbation.
“Is there something wrong, Reiss?” She portrayed beautiful, feigned innocence, as if she wasn’t the cause of my miserable disposition.
“You know bloody well what you’re doing to me,” I hissed out the words as though my life depended on them. “My cock’s been a raging inferno ever since you let me touch your sweet pussy.” Anguished, I let my thumb rub along the spot that was barely covered by polyester fabric.
When I heard her moan my name, I ground my thumb farther into her, hoping she’d let me see her fully naked instead of like the last time when she still had her clothes on.
Dear Lord, I was dying. I felt like my emotions were an unbelievable compound of lust, need, want, and all these unfulfilled desires to the point that I was bound to combust at any second.
“You poor thing.” She shook her head in disapproval. Then her next gesture caught me off guard. She cupped my balls before rubbing the rigid shaft within my trousers. “Am I helping you soothe the ache?” she wickedly murmured, making me all the more frustrated.
“A little.” I hoped to God she wasn’t toying with me. Because, if she was, I wasn’t sure where to go from here. Perhaps, I could die from Blue Balls Syndrome. Yeah, that was highly likely.
