A pool girl, who would have thought?
I don’t just want a fantasy though. One look at her, a few moments in her company and I know I want all of her, and for a very long time.
Forever should be a good place to start.
Chapter Three
Piper
Two pools?
Anyone else’s place and I’d groan, but with Will, it means I can stay twice as long.
I’m still not sure if he’s just maybe nervous about having a new pool guy… girl, or if he’s actually interested in me.
A part of my brain is still telling itself his towel just has a knot in it, that it’s not really his huge length I’m seeing… just my imagination.
Turned away from me, I can’t be sure so I only stare at his perfect ass flexing underneath the same towel.
He turns suddenly and we collide, and the noise I make says it all.
I’ve never even kissed a boy, let alone anything else… only ever touched myself to wash… But as soon as Will Emmett’s giant body comes into contact with mine, I want him to take me.
I know I want to belong to him and him alone.
I wish he’d just bend me over that sideboard and take me with his huge length until I squeal.
He’s suggested I start with the outdoor pool, but like first seeing him, once we connect physically, we both just end up standing in his giant hallway and I find myself actually leaning my body against his… into him.
I’m not even sure what a pool is right now, let alone how to clean one.
My internal dialog suddenly consists of a few words only, Will and dick… now and sideboard featuring heavily in the fog.
He smells like spice and clean everything up close, not a trace of anything I don’t want in a man.
He looks perfect, has perfect hair and perfect teeth… he smells great and he seems to not mind me leaning up against him after knowing him for all of two minutes.
I keep my hands down, even though my reflex is to reach up, to run my hands over his smooth chest, those abs…
I’ve never seen abs up close and never thought they’d look so inviting.
The rest of him I can only feel, and a certain part of him is so warm, hot even that I can’t tell myself it’s the knot in his towel anymore.
I feel my legs go numb, but I’m aware of them trembling. My whole body is shivering and the warmth in my own jeans is boiling over.
It’s like a crazed itch now, something that needs touching, and there’s only one thing I want touching me down there right now.
Oh god, how did I get here? How am I going to even…?
I watch my hands press up against his chest, my palms flat and practically sliding up his abs to his pecs. He’s so tall compared to me.
He makes another one of those low sounds, his lip curling with satisfaction, but I can’t believe what happens next.
I actually use his weight to push myself back slightly, clearing my throat and hearing my voice crack as I agree I should maybe start outside.
It sounds like someone else talking, the stupid, evil part of me that never wants anything to work out… the part of me that’s terrified of the man as much as the other part of me that wants to get down on all fours in front of him and have him take me for a week solid.
His look turns from pleased to confused, and I hear myself ruining my chances completely, sounding more like my dad than a pool girl fantasy… if that’s what I am to him.
I don’t think I am for much longer.
“I do have other clients today, so if there are two pools. I’d better get started,” I say absently.
I feel my head shaking though.
What the heck are you doing?
“Okay then, I’ll show you through,” Will says, sounding stunned. He turns away from me, and I can see his shoulders have dropped a little, his huge strides more like little steps.
I instantly regret everything I just said and want to start over myself now.
I open my mouth, but only a dry croak comes out.
What I’d give to have the last ten seconds back.
“I mean… it’s dad, really.” I start to backpedal once we reach his patio doors. Huge, folding glass doors that go from the floor to the ceiling.
I hadn’t really noticed the scale of the house until I see the size of the yard… or the grounds as they probably should be called.
“He’s sick and has me doing all his regulars and a few more. I haven’t done this for so long. I’m already running behind,” I hear myself babble, grateful when Will creases a smile, his eyes running over me again like he can’t help it either.
“It’s alright. I understand,” he says, still sounding hurt but mustering some grown up courage to still enjoy our time together.
Our time.
I’m already thinking of it like that though…
I feel so stupid, so rotten for sounding like a jerk, but I decide to keep quiet. At least until I get pool number one cleaned.
Then, maybe… once I’m back inside, I can repair the damage I’ve just done.
Will opens the folding doors and a blast of chilled air hits us both, reminding me how hot Will makes me, as well as how perfectly heated his house is.
I feel my chest tighten even harder and watch Will’s body stiffen from the cold. He looks a little embarrassed and says something about putting a robe on.
No more peep show for Piper.
Idiot! You had to open your big mouth, didn’t you?
“I think you look perfect!” I nearly shout, biting my lip but feeling no shame in ogling his crotch openly, figuring it could well be for the last time.
“I’ll just grab a robe,” he says softly, leaning over to grab one from the back of a chair.
“It’s cold out and I should really show you the hot tub as well. It’s all run from the same pumps down the back of the yard,” he adds, giving me a jolt of panic at the word hot tub.
See, in my fantasy so far, I get to keep my puffy jacket and jeans on somehow.
The perfect man, Will Emmett never has to see me naked, my soft, flabby body that I daren’t look at myself most days, let alone show to anyone else.
But there’s something in his eyes when he says he wants to show me the hot tub.
Will Emmet, naked in a hot tub, hell yes.
Me? Ah, no freaking way. Not even by myself.
I shiver and laugh nervously as he gives me a puzzled look.
I must have a panicked look on my face, or maybe I look as sad as I suddenly feel once Will’s covered himself up.
“Alright?” he asks, raising a brow.
I feel more confused now than ever. Like the whole trip through his house was like a dream, and now I’m back out in the cold, dealing only with the very real prospect of having to clean pools instead of…
Instead of whatever else my own pool girl fantasy entails.
Namely Will Emmet somehow riding me like the wind while I somehow keep all my clothes on.
Chapter Four
Will
I don’t know what I did or said, but I suppose I must have the wrong end of the stick.
Maybe I’ve lived alone and not gone anywhere for too long, y’know? Forgotten how to interact with people properly.
I thought that feeling between us was pretty unmistakable, like the next logical step was for me to, I dunno… kiss her, or at least… Ugh!! I just don’t know anymore.
One minute she’s leaning into me and my hardness like she wants me as much as I want her right now, and the next.
She’s babbling some nonsense about just wanting to get clean the pool because she has so any to do today.
Maybe she just isn’t into older guys.
Maybe she’s joined the dots and remembered that I actually know her dad?
It doesn’t fit though. I haven’t been with a woman since… well. It’s longer than the amount of birthday’s Piper’s had, maybe more, that much I do know.
But I know the look. I know the feeling we
both just had when she collided with me… the first second I laid eyes on her for god’s sake.
I can’t stay mad at her… hell. I’m not even mad at her, how could I be?
She’s fucking perfect.
I guess I’m madder at myself, for succumbing to this damned pool girl fantasy thing. I must be the first guy to have it, at least in this town… so no wonder it isn’t clicking together like building blocks.
Not yet anyway.
I haven’t gotten to where I am in life by being put off because something didn’t happen straight away. It stings a bit right now, but my feelings for Piper haven’t changed, they just haven’t been reciprocated as quickly as I’d like.
I put a robe on, and invite her to walk with me to the main pumps, a building out back that has all the pool gear in it anyway.
All the external water features, plus the indoor pool has the main pumps and filtration down there. It’s not too far from the house, but far enough so I don’t have to hear it all working.
The outdoor pool is just opposite the large patio area, and Piper exclaims quietly to herself just how big it is and then again when she notices something else.
“It’s perfectly clean… spotless,” she observes, reminding me that I have a few bad habits. One of which is doing everything myself anyway, as well as paying people to come do it.
It’s weird, but I always clean the pool before I swim in it, and maintaining it isn’t rocket science.
I actually wanted Guy to come out today and maybe suggest some improvements. I’ve been thinking about upgrading the pumps and filtration systems.
Piper seems set on cleaning and there’s been no mention of anything too technical, plus I just want her here now. Pools be damned.
She belongs here with me… or so I wanted to tell myself.
I deliberately avoid mentioning the pump upgrade, or her dad. That’s not something I want to even think about right now either.
I just shrug as we both stand, staring at the crystal clear water for a moment.
A single leaf drifts through the air and settles on the water.
“There!” I exclaim. “It needs cleaning now.”
She stares blankly at me for a moment, and then we both burst out laughing.
It feels nice to laugh again and with Piper its real laughter, right from our bellies.
I want to laugh with her a lot, I decide.
Amongst other things.
Some of our awkwardness disappears with the laughter, and I can see Piper’s mind ticking again, making me still hope she might not think an older guy is so gross after all.
“Hmmm,” Piper muses aloud. “And what state is the indoor pool in?”
She shoots me a sly grin.
“Filthy,” I tell her, deadpan.
She chuckles to herself then adds, “I guess I should check out the pumps and filters anyway. It’s not all just about what the water looks like.”
I like it when she sounds so confident. Up until now, she’s flipped between looking like she wants to jump on me to withdrawing into herself, sounding like she has no real interest in me at all.
If she’s Guy’s daughter though, she’d know something about pools, I think.
“I’ve got the ph gear in the van,” she says, jerking her thumb behind us.
“I got all the gear,” I explain. “It’s just down the way here.”
We walk slowly, and I start to sense maybe she isn’t in such a hurry, after all, it was only when I mentioned the hot tub that things started to go south between us.
I want her to touch me again, like when she had her hands on me or when her fingers curled around mine.
It was the best, most natural feeling in the world to have her touch me like that.
“Soooo,” she starts, looking bashful, turning her head away slightly, almost not asking.
“What?” I ask her quickly, relishing the chance to talk to her some more as we walk, our pace so slow we’re practically not moving at all.
“I mean, it’s just you here,” she adds as if she’s wrestling with the question herself before she asks.
“Just me,” I tell her eagerly, keeping my eyes on hers even though her face is still turned away. I see her redden and I feel that warmth inside me grows.
“No wife, no girlfriend?” she finally asks, looking up at me. A make or break look in her eyes, reflecting how I felt only moments ago, wondering if a sweet girl like this could ever go for a guy like me.
“You’re not…?” she adds before checking herself, assuring me it’s none of her business anyway.
“Sorry,” she says quickly. “I just talk when I’m nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?” I ask her, adding, “And I’m not. I’m single, Piper.”
Spelling it out. The social way of telling someone you want them, but only if they want you.
Her front teeth bite into her lower lip, and I realize we’re not even walking anymore, we’ve come to a complete stop.
“I mean… filling in for dad… all on my own… I mean,” she says.
“You’re a terrible liar,” I tell her, laughing to myself.
Feeling like my chances are better than I thought and wanting to reach out and put my arm around her more than anything right now.
I might just need to give her some truth instead of just hoping she’ll fall into my arms.
She blushes so hard, so embarrassed by me telling her that, that I apologize. But she agrees after a few moments.
“Just tell me I’m not imagining things,” I tell her firmly rather than ask. Suddenly feeling like the only way to ever find out for sure if I stand a chance is to go out on a limb and try it the old fashioned way.
Just ask her, ya dummy.
I didn’t think she could get any redder, and then I feel bad. Like maybe I’ve said too much too soon.
I’ve only just met her and here I am putting her on the spot.
I apologize this time and once again, we stand like a couple of lovesick teenagers.
Wait… one of us most likely is a teenager.
Shit.
“I’m nineteen,” she says, that hoarse, raspy tone again that seems to travel from my ears right down to my dick.
I feel my heart leap, and a low growling sound makes me look around, suddenly feeling the need to protect her, to make sure nothing’s coming.
But it’s the sound of my own need, and it’s already so close to coming I can feel a thick line of dampness running from my cock as I cast my eyes over her for what feels like the first time.
“Nineteen,” I murmur, curling my lip again, feeling like the luckiest man alive as she giggles nervously.
About the closest thing, I can get to a yes at the moment.
And that’s fine with me.
Chapter Five
Piper
It’s my own self-doubt. No man, apart from my dad has ever spoken to me for this long, let alone lit up once he finds out I’m old enough… and once I’ve asked enough to make sure that he’s single. Which Will is.
I just wish I knew more about this kind of thing.
I wish I knew what I was doing.
Once he orders me to tell him he’s not imagining things… that he’s not imagining what we both know we feel, I feel myself burning up, red in the face and only wanting more of this…
This thing that’s starting to grow between us.
I’m happy to take it in baby steps, keep this excitement growing, and the wonder of it all so fresh.
That’s what guys want too, right? The thrill of the chase is always better than…
Oh, I wish I knew.
Just as quickly as I hear Will groaning with pleasure at our conversation, he quickly suggests we carry on to the pump room.
He looks around, almost like he’s expecting something to leap out at us and I feel a moment of hesitation, wondering if he has a big dog or something. But he shifts on his feet and starts to face forward on the path again. “Shall we?” he says, and I feel
at ease again.
Nice and slow. Just take it easy.
The little walk, which we complete in silence, does us both good and I sense we can both breathe again, a little easier anyway.
The pump room is joined to what looks like a general garden outhouse.
The door’s unlocked and before Will opens it I can smell the familiar odor of chlorine and other garden chemicals.
Maybe a bit like Will himself. Once that door opens, I don’t expect everything to be so big. So clean and so perfect looking.
It looks like something out of a catalog for space-age pool equipment. All the top of the range, computerized and humming away happily.
“Here it is,” Will announces, and it’s my turn to make a low sound, which is fortunately disguised by the sudden activation of one of the filter’s louder hums as I turn away from Will.
I’ve never seen anything like this, and I can only assume dad’s come here on his own every time to deal with Will’s pool stuff.
“Everything alright?” Will asks loudly, and turning my face slightly I crease a smile, holding a thumb up and spotting the water ph testing equipment, I figure I’ll start with that.
Leave the operating of the space shuttle here for a little while… test some water, scoop a leaf… maybe move onto the indoor pool after that.
I bend down to pick up the water testing kit and feel Will’s eyes on me from behind.
Instead of feeling like I usually would, ashamed or embarrassed, I feel a rush of heat again. I don’t mind that Will’s checking me out from behind… in fact, it makes me so horny all of a sudden I can hardly stand, so I stay perched over and make like I’m rooting around in his pool chemical storage.
By the time I do stand up and turn around, he’s gone.
I see spots for a while, and gathering up the pool chemical and test kit I make my way back up the path to the outdoor pool.
Wherever he went, he left in a hurry.
I tell myself he probably had something to do, he strikes me as a self-made man and most likely has more to concern himself with than staring at my fat ass all day.
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