Chapter Eight
Jake
Bob was nowhere to be found again, which probably meant she was at Summer’s. I walked up to the door and knocked but there was no answer. I turned the knob and it opened, so I popped my head in. “Hey, Summer, you around?” Still nothing.
I took a step into the living room and didn’t see her but I whistled, figuring Bob might be in the bedroom. At the sound of Bob’s collar jingling, I realized I was right. I took another step inside and closed the front door behind me.
“Summer?” I called in a louder voice. “Posh Spice!”
“Yes!” she answered. “I’m in the bathroom about to take a shower!”
“Sorry!” I yelled, my Johnson immediately stirring as soon as I wondered if she was naked yet. “Didn’t mean to bug you but I figured I might find Bob here,” I said. “I forgot to tell you that she has a knack for opening doors. You probably want to keep it locked.”
“Oh yeah. Thanks,” she yelled back, through the cracked door of the bathroom. “I’ll be ready in a few.”
“Good deal,” I answered as I called for Bob. The damned dog wouldn’t come. I took a few steps into the hallway toward Summer’s bedroom, calling for Bob a few more times. I heard her tail thumping against the bed and her collar jingling but that was it. I needed to get her fed before I took Summer into town.
“You can come in and get her,” Summer called out from the bathroom with a laugh.
“Thanks,” I grumbled as I walked into her bedroom and spotted Bob where she was sitting on Summer’s bed.
“Gotcha,” I said to Bob as I grabbed her by the collar. “Sorry, Summer,” I apologized as I started to turn around and head back out.
“Hold on, Jake!”
I faced the bathroom, the door of which was cracked open a few inches, enough so that steam was pouring out of it. “Yes?”
“Uh... would you be able to hand me my shampoo? I accidentally left it on top of the bed.”
“Sure,” I said as I turned around and immediately spotted the shampoo. I grabbed it and then started for the bathroom, stalling with my hand on the doorknob. “Are you covered up?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered as I pushed open the door before I stepped inside. I could see the silhouette of her body behind the white shower curtain. If I had to rate a silhouette’s sexiness, I definitely would have given this woman a twelve out of ten. Maybe even a fifteen.
Summer peeked her head out of the shower and smiled at me as she reached her arm out and I started to hand her the shampoo. I could see the long, elegant line of her neck that led to her collarbone and then below, to the swells of each of her breasts. I tried not to look but, damn me, that was a hard deal. I wasn’t sure if she was aware she was revealing so much of her beautiful body but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
“If you could peel off the wrapper for me?” she asked hesitantly. “My hands are soapy and wet.”
And from what I could see, so was the rest of her amazingly luscious body. I peeled off the wrapper on the top of the shampoo bottle and turned to face her. From my angle, I could see just enough of her to make my heart start doubling its beat. She opened the shower curtain a bit more as she leaned forward and extended her hand. I put the shampoo into it and she smiled at me. She closed the curtain again but not all the way. There was still a sizable gap. She started lathering her hair and closed her eyes as she leaned back into the water. I knew I should have turned around and walked out but I couldn’t. It was like my feet were suddenly in tar. All I could do was stand there and watch her. And I had to wonder if she’d intentionally left the sizable gap in the curtain. She also had to have known I was still standing there because I was a big man, so it went without saying that she would have heard me leaving.
No, she knew I was still there. She had to have known. And she hadn’t closed the curtain all the way on purpose. It was as if she knew what she was doing and was deliberately teasing me. Sweat began to build on my brow, which was an indicator that I was extremely turned on. This was possibly the sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes on. Although I couldn’t see all of the goods, the curves I could see were enough to make my brain go numb.
“Shoot, the conditioner is on the counter,” she said with a sigh.
That meant she knew I was still standing there. I turned to face the sink and noticed the pink bottle of hibiscus scented conditioner.
“Here,” I said, handing the bottle to her. When she reached up for it, she accidentally exposed her right breast. It was the most perfect example of the female breast I had ever seen—the skin was white and unmarred by anything, not even a freckle. And the pinkness of her small nipple made my mouth salivate because I wanted nothing more than to suck it, to take her into my mouth and taste her. After my eyes went to her breasts, I quickly looked up at her face... well, at those stunning green eyes. Her strawberry blond hair was wet and plastered to her pale shoulders. She looked absolutely stunning.
She quickly covered her breasts with her tiny hands, shock registering in her expression. Her hands were only capable of covering about half of her breasts though. She snapped the shower curtain closed as a wave of disappointment rode through me.
I could feel my dick swelling as I continued to stare at the outline of her, envisioning those perfect breasts. This woman was hot. The whole series of events had my heart racing, and my Johnson was now straining against my boxers, demanding action.
I watched as she lifted her slender leg and pushed it through the curtain as she started shaving. This was all deliberate, on purpose! It had to have been. I mean, she knew I was standing here, watching her. She knew I’d seen her luscious breasts. And she hadn’t asked or demanded I leave. For the first time in a long time, I was completely confused. Was she teasing me? Was this her way of seducing me? Was I supposed to strip down and jump in there with her? Or wrap my arms around her and pull her out, deposit her on the bed and make sweet love to her?
Or was she completely unaware that what she was doing was driving me to madness? I didn’t have a clue and found myself immobilized in place, as if my feet were stuck in cement and I couldn’t move. Move, shit, I couldn’t even think!
I continued to stand there and watch her shave her legs, knowing full well that she knew I was still standing there. And that was when I realized I was being completely moronic. Of course she wanted me to make a move. A woman didn’t put out such strong signals for nothing. She was just too inexperienced or maybe too embarrassed or shy or something to make a more overt gesture. She was waiting for me to act like a man and make the first move. So act like a man and make the first move I would do.
I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and then unzipped them, pulling them down my legs, along with my boxers. The material caught itself around my more than generously large Johnson that was standing at full attention. I began stroking myself. My dick was throbbing right along with my heart.
“Uh... Jake?”
“Yeah?” I asked, hesitantly.
“I can see what you’re doing,” she said but there was nothing angry about her tone. There also wasn’t anything… excited about it. Instead, it was amused, curious, inquisitive.
“Should I stop?” I asked, suddenly flushing from my toes to my cheeks. Had I seriously misread her that badly?
She paused for a moment. “Do you want to stop?”
I laughed. “No,” I said. “The view out here is very good and, I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t help myself.”
There was another long pause. Then Summer did something that surprised the hell out of me. She peeked her head out of the shower curtain and began to watch me stroke myself.
“Wow,” she said. My boxers were now around my ankles and I was stroking myself with my left hand, all the while staring at Summer as she stared right back at me. Her eyes were wide and fixed on my dick. Almost like she’d never seen a man naked and erect before.
“You’re… you’re enormous!” she said in shock. Her eyes met mine and then she stared at my Johnson again. I loved it that she seemed so in awe of me. Yes, I knew I had a huge penis. I’d heard that my whole adult life but there was something about the way she looked at it that was different. There was an innocence in her expression that I’d never witnessed on another woman before.
Even though I’d had my fair share of erotic experiences, this was turning out to be one of the hotter ones. And that was something that struck me as odd considering I hadn’t even touched Summer and she hadn’t touched me.
I continued to stroke myself while she watched. I was so hard I couldn’t think straight. I just wasn’t sure what I should do—continue doing what I was doing? Go over to her and kiss her? Grab her and bend her over the bed? Remember what Brady had warned and run the hell out of there? Yeah, there was no way that was going to happen.
God, all I could think about was gripping her tiny waist in my hands and then bending her over so I could take in all of that wide ass.
I stepped toward her in a calm, smooth motion so as to not startle her, all the while stroking my Johnson and imagining what it would feel like to push into her depths. I looked into her eyes as if to say, ‘kiss me if you dare.’
She responded by gulping down what appeared to be anxiety as she then just stared at me with wide eyes. Her eyes followed every line of my body, starting from my eyes, down my chest, my biceps and then her gaze settled on me erection. It was as though she couldn’t pull her gaze away from it.
“Are you okay?” I asked, suddenly feeling afraid that I was moving too quickly, that I was scaring her. That was the last thing I wanted to do.
“Yes,” she answered on a breath as she continued to stare at me.
“I can leave,” I offered as I continued to touch myself and she continued to stare at me.
“No,” she said almost immediately and then pulled open the shower curtain and displayed her gorgeous body from head to toe. And she was exactly that. Her breasts were heavy and milky white with those tiny aureoles. And the hair between her legs was cut short, making a perfect triangle above her lips.
“You’re stunning,” I said as I forced my eyes back up to hers. She looked a tad startled at her own boldness but whatever was going through her head wasn’t stopping her. She reached out and grabbed me by my shoulders, need burning deep in her eyes.
“I want you, Jake,” she whispered. “I…” she said the words but it didn’t seem that she fully registered them. She just seemed innocent somehow, skittish even.
“Hold on, sweetie,” I said as I kicked off my shoes and then yanked off my socks, boxers and pants in record time. I stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water pour down on my shoulders. I pulled Summer’s body close to mine and thrilled over the feel of her in my arms, her soft skin against mine. I pressed her slick, wet body up against the back of the shower while the hot water fell on both of us. And then I kissed her. Her lips were soft and full. Her tongue was shy but eager. She kissed me all over my face and mouth with an excitement and anticipation I’d never witnessed before. As I pulled away from her and looked down at her, I realized that she was completely ready to go, dying for it, for me.
My hard length was pressed up against her luscious body, so big I half wondered if she could take it. But I wasn’t going to do anything down below until she gave me the sign. I needed her to touch me first. I wanted her to touch me first—to show me that she wanted me, that she wanted to be taken.
She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed me again as I waited for her to touch my aching shaft. As if channeling my thoughts, she reached down and fingered me tenderly, shyly even. I kissed her harder to let her know I approved as she reached down and enclosed my straining Johnson with her hand, stroking it in a gentle motion. I threw my head back and moaned as I clenched my eyes shut tight. She continued to rub me up and down, her grip tight and perfect. I slowly reached down as I opened my eyes and stared into her wide ones. I let my fingers trace up her thigh as she continued to stroke me. I touched her inner thigh and moved my hand upward, needing to feel her.
I was going for one thing only and when I felt the base of her swollen nub, I got even harder. She moaned and the sound was like music to my ears. Her sensitive nub was rigid with excitement and I rubbed it in circular motions, forcing myself to go slowly even though I wanted to bury my fingers deep inside her. I began sliding my fingers up and down her tight opening all while rolling my thumb over her nub. Summer’s eyes rolled back as I rubbed her faster and harder. Moans began to drip off her lips.
She let go of me as the sensation proved too much for her, but she continued to passionately kiss me and moan while I continued to rub her, loving the mastery I had over her body. Suddenly, she stiffened and grabbed my hands with both of hers as her eyes went wide.
“We need to stop,” she breathed out.
Disappointed, I still did what I was told. When a woman said no, that was it in my books. I wouldn’t push. It wasn’t in me. “Let me make you orgasm,” I said as I looked down at her. “You don’t have to touch me but I want to do that for you.”
She immediately shook her head. “No,” she said as she took a deep breath and stepped away from me. “I should never have started this.” She exhaled deeply. “I’m… I’m sorry.”
I immediately stepped out of the shower because the last thing I wanted was for her to feel guilty about this. I glanced down and found I was still hard as a rock. Grabbing a towel, I covered myself and realized I’d need to take care of myself as quickly as I could so I didn’t get blue balls.
“Don’t beat yourself up about this, please,” I started.
“I’m sorry, Jake,” she said as she turned off the water and then just stood there, covering herself with the shower curtain.
“Don’t be sorry,” I answered as I pulled on my boxers and then my pants. I wanted to give her privacy so I hurried into the other room to put on my shirt and my shoes. “If you want to talk to me, I’m here.”
“Thank you,” she said but she sounded sad.
“I’m going to go,” I called out. “But please remember what I said.”
I never heard her response.