Chapter 4
Joshua
The weekend after our coffee date, I swam in a streamline, dolphin kicking across the bottom of my pool. It felt so good to move like this and stretch my muscles. When I reached the edge, I swam up and hung by my elbows at the edge of the pool. I squinted in the bright sunlight, but the view was worth it.
Allison reclined in my favorite chair by the deck. I was glad she chose the silver bikini that she’d once worn on the yacht. I hadn’t been able to get the image out of my mind since then and now, here she was, wearing it again and making my mind race. It was the perfect accessory to her curves and her faintly tanned skin.
I flicked some water at her, and she cursed me with a smile on her face.
“Wanna race again?” I asked. “Best two out of three?”
“You’ve exhausted me, you…Olympian. Why don’t I time you or something, so you can race yourself? Then you can be sure you’ll always win.”
“Nah. It’s not as much fun that way. You need anything? Wine? Margarita?” I splashed more water at her, one splash with every drink option. “Water? Soda? Beer?”
“I need you to stop acting like a teenager.” She laughed, then stood up and stalked over to me.
Looking up at her, I marveled at her beauty. Her legs were so long, I felt like I could rub my palms up them for days and still never reach the top. “Can’t help it,” I said. “You make me feel like a teenager.”
She cocked an eyebrow upward. “Oh yeah? What’s that mean?”
I laughed. “Horny.”
“Hmm.” She turned and walked over to the hot tub, trailing her fingers along the deep green leaves of the potted ferns and vines that gave that area some privacy and set it off from the pool. Turning to smile once at me, she stepped down into the hot tub until her legs and ass were swallowed by water. With her back still toward me, she bent slightly and her arms disappeared. One of her hands came out of the water, holding something small and shiny. She tossed it backward, and I caught it.
Her bikini bottoms. I could feel my hard-on erecting a tent out of my board shorts.
Next, she reached behind her and tugged on one of the strings of her top.
I smiled, liking where this was going.
She tossed it behind her, but it landed a few feet shy of the pool. I hoisted myself out of the water and picked it up.
“Oh, Miss?” I said. “I think you dropped something.”
“Did I?” she asked, her voice innocent. She turned, holding her arms in front of her breasts, pushing them against herself in a way that made my hard-on even harder. I was already imagining how I’d take each nipple in my mouth, stretching it forward and grazing my teeth over it, how she’d moan and beg for more….
“Yes,” I said, trying, and failing, to adjust myself. “And you dropped this, too.”
I held up her bikini bottom.
She stuck the top of her finger in her mouth as if she was some kind of pin-up vixen. “Oh, dear,” she said. “But that would make me…naked.”
Her body glistened and she was teasing me, teasing herself, by moving her arms around, massaging her breasts beneath them. I marched forward, and every step caused my hard-on to brush against my swim shorts.
“I guess that would make me overdressed,” I said.
“I guess it does. Do you want to do something about that?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I do.”
I quickly untied the string at the top of my shorts and slid out of them.
Her eyes widened at the sight of me at full mast and ready to go. “That looks uncomfortable,” she said.
I sat on the edge of the hot tub, my legs in the water. I smiled, but tried to make my voice sound pitiful. “Oh, it is. Can you help me out?”
“Well, there’s something I could try.”
She moved forward and stood between my knees. She let her breasts free and I watched the jets caress them. I never thought I’d be jealous of water before.
Then she took me in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around me, and she hollowed her cheeks, creating suction. “Oh sweet fuck,” I said.
She popped off of me. “Exactly. Lean back.”
I lay back on the deck. No way was I disobeying this woman. It reminded me of watching that darts match the other night when I was hanging out with Chris. The guy playing had let his date take charge. He’d learned a thing or two, and he was rewarded.
“Condom?” she asked.
I pointed to my board shorts. I’d discovered it was best to always have a condom or two nearby—sex with Allison could occur anytime, anyplace.
When she leaned forward to search my shorts pocket, her breasts swung tantalizingly close. I reached out a hand and swiped my thumb over her nipple. She moaned and pushed herself closer against me.
She rolled the condom onto me and climbed up out of the water, her body glistening. I reached up to cup her breasts, but she grabbed my hands and pushed them down over my head, pinning me to the ground. “It’s my turn to be in charge.”
Grinning, I let her hold down my arms with one hand. With her other, she guided me into her. She fit over me like a vise. Closing her eyes, she began rocking back and forth. It was all I could do to let her keep the lead. I wanted to take control and thrust in and out, making her say my name with each movement, but in a way this was even hotter.
“No moving,” she ordered, a stern look on her face.
I left my arms where they were, and she released me. Still riding up and down on me, she rubbed her hands over her stomach and up to touch her own breasts. I’d never seen anything so hot in my life. It took all the power I had just to leave my hands over my head. I wanted to touch her, to be a part of the majestic show she was making for me.
She began rocking up and down on me faster. She squeezed her nipples, and threw her head back. She was close. One of her hands traveled down between us so she could rub that place between her legs. The sight of her, touching herself while using me like that, was all I needed. I held on just long enough to feel her clench around me in her own orgasm, and then I came, too.
She collapsed on top of me, draping herself over my chest like a blanket, her wet hair spread out over my shoulders.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah,” she murmured. “I don’t think I can move now.”
Chuckling, I sat up and cradled her in my lap. I eased out of her and tossed the condom, then slipped us both into the hot tub. She was practically limp in my arms. I rubbed my hands over her neck and shoulders in a gentle massage, and she leaned forward, giving me better access.
I had that expansive, full feeling again, like the world was actually a happy place and we were all lucky to live in it. Smiling, I kissed her shoulder. “I am so in love with you, Allison Mahoney. I never even dreamed I could be so in love. You’re the perfect one for me.”
* * * * *
Before dinner, we took a shower to rinse off the chlorine from the pool and hot tub. Allison’s attention to making sure every inch of my manhood was chlorine-free meant that we had to spend a little extra time in the shower, but it was worth it.
Afterward, we dried each other off. After we were dressed, we walked from my room. Allison stopped at the low table in the hallway and picked up one of the photos. In it, Jamie and I were kids, ages seven and nine, and our arms were wrapped around each other’s shoulders, our faces pressed tightly together. We were both wearing Mickey Mouse sunglasses.
Allison touched my nose in the photo. “Even here, you look like you have all the answers.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I’ve always known just enough to get myself in trouble.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s why I’m glad I have you, now,” I said, pulling her into a hug from behind. I linked my hands around her tummy and rested my chin on the top of her head. “You can keep me on the right path.”
She murmured an affirmative, then traced Jamie’s nose. “I’ve been feeling bad for him,” she said. “He hasn’t ever really known his way, has he?”
“Not since our mom died,” I said. It was painful to talk about, but I felt like Allison should know. “It was hard on all of us, me, Dad, and Jamie. But looking back, I think it was hardest on Jamie. He spent a lot of time being sad, and even more time being angry. Like the world had betrayed him. And maybe he felt like she’d betrayed him, too, by running out there to the stables.”
My voice caught, but I choked down the emotion. Suddenly, Allison turned around in front of me, the photo forgotten, and she held me tightly.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s okay to cry if that’s what you need.”
We stood like that for a full five minutes while I let the tears fall. I’d never cried for my mom. I’d always felt I had to be strong for Jamie, and for my dad. But with Allison here, telling me it was okay, I finally let it out. Her hands rubbed over my back and shoulders, reassuring me the entire while, and she kept her face pressed against my shoulder, somehow knowing that I wouldn’t want her to actually see the tears. It was hard enough to cry, much less cry in front of another person. If I had to cry in front of anyone, though, I’d choose Allison.
Finally I rubbed my face on my shoulder and stepped back. “I’ve been feeling bad about Jamie, too,” I said.
“You have? I’m so relieved. Maybe we can work together to fix this,” she said, her voice coming out in a rush. “I just hate that it’s been so difficult for him—and for us. I’ve tried talking to him about it, but he seems to think I’m some kind of she-devil who slept my way into your good graces.”
I laughed. “Sleep has never been involved, I can assure you.”
She punched me on the arm. “No, really. I just…let’s work this out, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, smiling. “We’ll think of something.”
We walked downstairs and into the garage. It was more open, less crowded, than it was the last time I’d brought her through here—usually I just parked in front and we used the front door. Tonight, Allison gazed around the garage, amazed. “Where are all of your cars? You really got rid of them?”
“Yes, I really did. I told you they were a reminder of an old life. I don’t need them to prove who I am anymore, or as a reminder of how much I have. You’re all I need, Allison, and you remind me every day.”
She beamed. “Thank you.”
“And thank you,” I said. I didn’t just mean her help with Jamie, but for the way she’d let me expose my grief back in the hallway, and how she’d known exactly how I needed to do it.
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my mouth.