by S. E. Law
“What do you see in Billy?” Chastity asks as we wait for the bus.
I shift my weight from one leg to the other and shrug my shoulders.
“He’s cute,” I reply, hating how shallow the words sound coming from my lips.
“He’s not that cute,” Chastity responds, tilting her head to the side.
We look at each other for a moment before laughing. The sound fills the street, which is crowded with other kids from my high school who are also waiting for the bus.
“I know you don’t like Billy, Chas, but it’s not like I’m going to marry him,” I reason.
Hell, at this rate, I don’t think Billy and I will last past next week. I’ve only tolerated him for this long because I’m bored with school and life.
Chastity sighs and looks at me with concern in her innocent blue eyes.
“I just think you deserve better, you know?”
“I know,” I smile at her. “You know he acts like a goon when his friends are around.”
“Anyway,” Chastity changes the subject. “What are you and your dad doing tonight?”
“We’re hanging out at Kane’s house,” I say with a smile splaying across my lips. “His pool is still open, so we’re milking the weather for one last swim day.”
“You’re milking the weather for one last chance at seeing Kane in his swim trunks!” Chastity says, shoving my arm.
“Of course I am. God, if only I was older… or he was younger…” I sigh hopelessly.
“Trust me, you’d rather be older. Younger guys are like Billy and the rest of the boys at school,” Chastity concludes.
Chastity could have her pick of any of the boys at school. She’s the complete package—brains, beauty, and as sweet as pie. But she’s laser-focused on school. In my opinion, too much so. Also, dating is something that is frowned upon by Chastity’s strict parents. No wonder they gave her that name! It’s like some kind of metaphorical chastity belt, yet it’s also literal… her name is Chastity for crying out loud!
“Somehow, I’d bet Kane still acted like a man in high school,” I disagree with her view on all younger guys.
She shrugs me off before mulling the thought over for a second.
“Yeah, I guess. I bet your dad was still a gentleman when he was our age too.”
My eyes shoot over at Chastity with my brows raised curiously.
“What?” she asks innocently.
Stifling my giggle, I respond with a shrug of my shoulders.
Chastity won’t admit it, but I know she has a little crush on my father. She finds ways to slip his name into our conversations, and if she comes over to my house, she asks where he is. If Daddy happens to be home, her face is beet red the entire time he’s near her. I’m pretty sure my father thinks Chastity’s natural complexion is maroon.
The bus pulls to a stop in front of us. Along with all of the other teenagers on our bus stop, we get onto the vehicle. The ride is noisy, with a million conversations taking off among the kids.
“You girls coming to the rager this weekend?” Bruce Davis asks from behind us.
“No,” Chastity answers quickly.
“You’re no fun,” Bruce sighs.
She bats her pretty blue eyes at him and shrugs.
“If getting high at a party is your idea of fun, then I guess I’m not.”
“How about you, Renee?”
“Maybe,” I shrug my shoulders. “I’ll have to see what Billy wants to do.”
“Alright.” Bruce smiles and looks over at Chastity. “If you change your mind, your Uber is on me,” he winks at her.
Chastity smiles at him, and as soon as Bruce is distracted, I nudge her with my elbow.
“I think someone has a crush,” I whisper.
“I do not!” she gasps.
Laughter escapes my lips as Chastity overreacts at what she obviously perceives is an accusation toward her. I love getting a rise out of my best friend.
“I mean, Bruce has a crush on you, goober,” I say softly.
“Oh,” she sounds surprised as she looks back at him briefly. “Really?”
“Yup, but I know you don’t have time for dating,” I smirk at her.
“What’s the point? I’m going away to college in a few months.”
“It’s the beginning of the school year, Chas. And what’s the point?” I scoff at her. “There’s that whole popping your cherry business that could be fun.”
My words are more to embarrass her than anything else. The blush quickly takes over her alabaster skin as she shushes me.
“Renee!”
“What?” I giggle as the bus turns onto our block.
Chastity and I bounce off of the bus and head halfway down the street before going into our separate houses. I walk through the door of my quiet, three-bedroom house. It’s just my father and me living here; it’s always been the two of us, ever since my mother ran out on us before I could even walk.
Apparently, Mom hadn’t been ready to be a wife and mother, nor do I think she ever will be ready. I tried reaching out to her when I was twelve by sending her a friend request on Facebook. She must have blocked me because suddenly, I couldn’t find her profile anymore. I made Chastity search from her Facebook account, and sure enough, my mother’s profile popped up for her.
Ever since then, I stopped wondering how my mother was, or who she was. She still didn’t want me, so I stopped wanting her.
Besides, my father is amazing. He has always been there by my side, supporting me financially and emotionally. He took me to get my first bra and explained about periods. He warned me about boys and sex. I can talk to him about anything, and I’m so grateful for that.
I will admit that my rebellious nature is probably due to craving the extra attention that I missed out on from not having a mother, but other than that, I’m fairly well-adjusted, in my opinion.
I jog upstairs to my bedroom and throw my backpack down on the floor. Peeling out of my school uniform, I let out sigh of relief. I’m always eager to get out of that confining button-down blouse that I have to keep tucked into my stupidly short skirt.
Of course, the plaid skirt we have to wear isn’t as short for everyone else as it is for me. My big ass seems to make it feel shorter as it easily hitches up in the back.
I toss my bra off, also eager to get out of that restraining garment, as I look at myself in the mirror and turn to the side. Staring at the way my back dips in before it rounds out to my ass, I shake my head. Shit, sometimes I really do look like a cartoon character I would draw with how animated my features are.
I’m proud of my body, but being the only girl with double D breasts around a school filled with teenage boys sometimes makes me self-conscious. Between me not giving a damn about my grades and my curvy body, I don’t get taken seriously very often. All eyes are on my tits and ass, but rarely my face—teachers included. Hell, even women included!
The mean girls in school make fun of my weight or call me a slut for having big boobs. Little do they know I’m a virgin! I barely notice when I’m being stared at anymore since it’s so common. I’ve learned to ignore the comments, dirty looks, and horny stares from my peers.
Soon, I’ll be graduating high school, and I won’t have to see these idiots anymore, unless they all decide to stay in Tarrytown. If that winds up being the case, maybe going away to college wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.
I slip into my favorite red bikini and look myself over one more time before tossing on a cover-up and fishing my flip-flops out of the closet.
“Renee, are you home?”
I kick my discarded clothes into the corner of my bedroom before bounding down the stairs to greet my father.
“You’re home early,” I say, kissing his cheek.
He thumbs through the mail in his hands as he talks.
“The house I was supposed to show wasn’t ready.”
“Bummer.”
“Eh, I’m ready for the weekend anyway. The sale will b
e waiting for me next week,” Daddy says confidently.
He owns his own real estate company, which not only covers Tarrytown but all of Westchester and its surrounding areas. Being the fantastic salesman and people person Daddy is, he does really well for himself—and for me. It’s safe to say that I’m more than a little spoiled.
To make up for not having a mother, Daddy gives me whatever I want and lets me get away with murder.
We’ve always been super close, and he’s never been incredibly strict with me, although he scolds me to improve my grades pretty regularly. Overall, he’s an awesome, cool father. Even though he’s in his forties, he looks ten years younger. When we’re out together, people sometimes think I’m his sister since I have his brown eyes and similar facial features.
“We’ll stop and grab a bottle of wine and dessert before heading to Kane’s,” Daddy suggests.
He heads upstairs to change while I fiddle with my phone. Billy has texted me: Sorry you’re stuck hanging out with your dad and his friend. You sure you can’t get out of it?
I know I don’t have to spend tonight with my father and Kane. Daddy would understand, and I’m sure Kane would rather have guy talk with him than entertain a teenage girl. But Kane never makes me feel unwelcome or out of place.
When I was a kid, Kane and Daddy had poker nights with the guys. I would sit on Kane’s lap while he taught me how to play. To this day, I would rather spend my weekends with Kane than with any boy.
Maybe I’m too old to have a crush on my father’s friend, but I can’t help it. Kane Forrester makes women of all ages salivate, and the thought of being anywhere else when I could be seeing him makes me sad.
I text Billy back, trying to hide my enthusiasm about tonight. Something must be wrong with me… I should want to spend Friday night with my boyfriend, but Billy isn’t exactly the love of my life.
No, sorry. My dad wants me to go. See you tomorrow.
“Ready?”
Daddy bounds down the stairs looking much more casual than he did when he ran up them, wearing a t-shirt, board shorts, and flip-flops. We head out of the door and into Daddy’s Jeep.
2
Renee
After making a quick stop at the store for wine and dessert, we make our way to Kane’s place. It’s a quick ten-minute drive to Kane’s house from ours, which is convenient.
Kane has only lived in Tarrytown for a year. He lived in Brooklyn previously, but his construction company handles large projects in upstate New York and Westchester County mostly, so he wanted to move away from the chaos of the city to be closer to work and for more suburban living.
Daddy found a great deal for him on an amazing house, and I know he’s thankful to have his best friend living so close. Having Kane living in the area, though, has only made my crush on him so much worse. I used to only see him a handful of times a year. Now, I see him a couple of times a month!
I’m not complaining, by any means, but it isn’t easy to pretend I’m not gawking at him, especially when I’ve seen him half-naked this entire summer!
Daddy pulls into the driveway behind Kane’s red Mustang convertible. A pick-up truck also sits in the stone-paved driveway with the name of Kane’s construction company lettered on the side of it – Raising Kane Construction.
I put my beach bag on my shoulder and adjust my cover-up to conceal the tops of my thighs as we make our way to the door. I ring the doorbell since Daddy is carrying both the wine and the cherry pie I picked out. After about thirty seconds, I ring the bell again.
“He’s probably in the backyard already,” Daddy concludes, nodding toward the gate to the yard.
We make our way around back and unlatch the gate before heading down the winding walkway surrounded by lush flowers and plants. Aerosmith is playing as we head further into the yard. I hop down the three steps leading to the patio and the breathtaking pool, which is complete with a waterfall and a Jacuzzi next to it.
Daddy sets down the things in his hand as I spot Kane in the pool. His defined muscles are visible under the crystal blue water as he swims the length of the pool with speed and grace.
He raises himself up once he reaches the wall of the pool’s shallow end.
“Renee,” he says, startled to see me standing close by. “You’re early.”
He doesn’t sound upset, though. A sexy smile plays on his lips as he glances up the length of my body.
“Sorry, Kane. I texted you to let you know we were on the way,” Dad calls out from behind me.
Kane looks away from me and pulls himself out of the pool, making my breath catch in my throat. Kane’s tattooed biceps flex as he uses them to lift his body out of the water. His board shorts hang low on his hips, revealing the incredibly sexy “V” that leads to his hidden dick. I’m pretty sure he catches me staring, since he quickly picks his shorts up so that they rest higher on his waist.
“It’s no problem,” Kane tells Daddy. “The more time I get to spend with my buddy and my beautiful goddaughter, the better.”
He winks at me before draping his arm across my shoulders and pulling me into a sloppy, wet hug. Squealing, I shove him away half-heartedly as his skin dampens my cover-up.
“Kane!” I yell while his arms tighten around me, pressing me against his body.
His fingers are locked around my back, keeping my hips pressed against his as I arch my upper body away from him. God, his arms feel fantastic wrapped around my body.
Kane’s naughty eyes gleam, and he laughs while I squirm against him, trying to pretend I’m not loving him pressed against me. I swear I can feel his penis against my thigh, and if my father wasn’t obliviously unloading the alcohol and dessert nearby, I don’t know if I could have controlled myself from touching it.
Kane lets go of me as Daddy calls out to him. I shove Kane’s arm playfully and shiver from the combination of the absence of his body against me and the dampness of my clothes from his soaking wet chest and arms.
I try to regain my composure as Daddy and Kane talk. Eyeing the pool, I decide I might as well jump in now that I’m already half-wet. Removing my cover-up, I drape it across a lounge chair and quickly adjust my bikini top since one of my breasts has practically fallen out due to my struggling against Kane.
I glance over at Daddy and Kane, who are walking toward the sliding doors of the house. Kane glances back at me as he towels off his hot body.
“You want a beer, Renee?” he asks.
“Kane, please stop giving my kid alcohol,” Daddy laughs.
“She’s hardly a kid.” Kane motions to me with his hand. “She’s eighteen.”
I smile at him and place a hand on my hip.
“Yeah, Dad. Lighten up,” I tease my father as Kane winks at me.
God, I love it when he does that! That wink makes me tingle all over every single time. It’s almost like Kane and I share some sort of secret, like he knows how much I want him. And sometimes when he winks or smiles at me, or when I catch him staring at me, I wonder if he secretly wants me too.
It’s a crazy idea, and one that I shouldn’t even entertain, considering that Kane and I can’t do anything about it even if the feeling is mutual. My father would have a heart attack!
“Last I checked, eighteen isn’t the legal age to drink,” Daddy argues.
I pout at my father, and he caves in easily.
“Fine, one beer.” He holds up a finger to emphasize his point.
Kane laughs and pats my father on the back.
“She’s got you wrapped around her finger, Colt,” he says while disappearing into the house.
Smiling to myself, I tie my curly brown hair into a messy bun and use the steps of the pool to slowly wade into the heated water. I sink down into the water so that just my shoulders are sticking out.
As I swim a few laps back and forth, I do my best to keep my hair dry, knowing how crazy my curls can get from pool water. I stop swimming when Kane comes over to the pool with two beers in his hands. Standing up in t
he shallow end, I reach out to him. Kane’s eyes immediately move to my tits, and I self-consciously adjust my top.
“Something wrong?”
Kane flashes a sideways smirk at me and shakes his head.
“How’d you grow up so fast?”
He hands me the beer and sits down on the side of the pool with his legs dangling in the water. I glance at his crotch for a second as I move in between his legs to clank my beer bottle with his.
“Are you being a creepy godfather?” I smirk at him as I tickle one of his feet under the water.
Kane’s leg twitches, and I laugh, taking a sip of my beer while keeping my eyes on him.
“I’m not trying to be creepy. I’m just commenting on the fact that the little girl with pigtails is gone.”
“I can put my hair in pigtails if you miss them,” I bite my bottom lip.
Kane laughs my comment off, looking away for a moment before staring back down at me. Smiling at each other, we both take a sip of our beers.
“Renee, how’s Chastity?” Daddy calls out, walking onto the patio with a glass of wine in his hand.
As Daddy makes his way over to the pool, I back away from Kane a little.
“You know Chastity; she’s worried about her future instead of about being a teenager,” I chuckle.
“She’s a good girl. I wish you’d let her be a good influence on you,” Dad teases me before diving into the pool.
“Are you still going out with that punk your father hates?” Kane asks while Daddy is still under the water.
Rolling my eyes, I shrug my shoulders.
“Yes.”
“First love?” Kane wonders.
I snort and shake my head.
“Not even close.”
“Oh, so you’re just using this kid until someone better comes along? I get it,” Kane smirks, leaning back on his arms.
My eyes dance over his six-pack before meeting his sexy blue eyes.
“Something like that.”
“Bad girl.”
His voice is almost purring, and my skin goose pimples at the sound of it.
My lips curl into a smile before I take another chug of my beer. Daddy breaks through the surface right next to me, causing me to jump and splash cold beer across my chest. Kane and my father have a hearty chuckle at my expense.
