Chapter 15 – Wesley
When we get back to the lake house, Chelsea drapes a newspaper over a table outside, and lays out a bunch of new tools: a bucket that she says is for the fish parts, gloves, a sharp cutting knife, and a container that she says is for the cleaned fish.
I watch, even more impressed than I was at the lake while we were fishing, as she cuts, skins, cleans and guts the fish.
“That’s so sexy,” I tell her.
“How can you seriously be turned on by such a gross process?” she asks.
“I don’t know, but I seriously am.”
Once she’s finished, she says, “Well, Taylor still isn’t back yet, and I clearly need a shower.”
I don’t know if that’s a hint or not, but I choose to take it as one.
“I’ll come join you,” I tell her.
She looks at me shyly, but smiles. I follow her to the bathroom, and then we’re both standing by the bath tub.
Lessons about patience during fishing aside, I’m not able to fucking stand it much longer. I reach down and pull her shirt over her head. And then I pull down her shorts.
She’s standing in front of me in only her bra and underwear, and she looks so damn sexy. I quickly remove my own clothes, and she tentatively takes off her undergarments, turning slightly away from me as she does.
When she turns back around, I’m looking at the fucking most gorgeous naked woman I’ve ever seen. Her breasts are full and ample, yet still perky. That curvy ass is on full display for me. And she’s looking at me like she wants me jump her bones, which is exactly what I want to do.
She gets into the shower and turns on the water, which only increases my excitement. I have to remind myself that she’s a virgin. I shouldn’t rush things too much.
I get the soap and start massaging her back with it. But when I move my hands down towards her ass, I can’t help but grab it.
“Wesley,” she whispers, backing up closer to me, the water falling on both of us.
“I want you so bad,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her stomach and pulling her closer to me.
I massage her breasts with the soap, under the water while kissing her neck.
She moans, and I feel my cock getting so hard and erect up against her. I want so badly to just fucking take her, right here and now under the water…
“Chelsea?” Someone calls, and there’s a knock at the door.
I jump, because even though the voice is distinctively feminine, I can’t help but fear that it’s Coach Thompson again. Our last close call should have warned me away from Chelsea for good, but here I am naked and trying to fuck her once again.
I know I could lose my football scholarship and my last chance at having a football career over her, but I can’t help but want her so fucking bad…
Chelsea pulls herself away from me, but laughs lightly and says, “Yeah Taylor, we’re in here.”
“Oh my god,” Taylor groans. “I give you guys nearly three hours of privacy and you’re still in the shower together when I get back?”
Chelsea gives me a look that says, “Oops,” and I’m pretty sure the same look is on my own face.
“I suppose Taylor thought we’d take advantage of the time we had in her absence to get it on,” I say. “But while that thought did cross my mind, I have to admit that I enjoyed fishing so much that I think we found a use of our alone time that was almost as good as having sex.”
“I’m so glad you think so,” Chelsea says, laughing against my chest. “I was beginning to feel like such a prude, once I realized what Taylor thought we were doing, and why she was gone so long. Taylor!” she calls out. “We’ll be right out.”
“Uh huh,” Taylor shoots back. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
We both soap up and then I help her out of the shower.
“I’m sorry that I wasted our time with fishing when there were other things we were apparently supposed to be doing,” she says.
I look her up and down: her naked, glistening body the image I hope to see before I fall asleep tonight.
“It was definitely not wasted,” I tell her. “And we still have plenty of time to do all the other things.”
She laughs, and I’m hoping that means she wants me to fuck her, and soon.
We towel off and I dry her hair with my towel before wrapping it around myself to go find spare clothes that I’d brought, back when I was hoping that the party would turn into alone time for Chelsea and me, without knowing exactly how much fun it was going to be. The night had turned out much differently— and even better— than I’d hoped.
“Have fun facing Taylor,” I tell Chelsea, as she heads out in a different direction, towards the living room.
“Oh I will,” she says. Then she winks. “And you’re right. We have plenty of time for all those other things. You just have to learn a little patience.”
“Patience,” I concede. “I guess it’s the lesson of the day.”
She doesn’t need to know that I’m not good at being patient. I like fishing with her, showering with her, and just hanging out with her.
But now that I’ve seen her entire naked, amazingly hot body, I want to do everything with her. And I have a feeling she’ll enjoy it even more than she might think she will.