CHAPTER 2
Daisy
I try and look through the cracks in-between the boards, but I can’t see anything. The latch is shut from the other side so there’s no way I can open it, even slightly just to sneak a peak. Only one solution.
I walk as fast as I can down the alley behind our house. I don’t want to look like I’m running, but I sure am approaching jogging speed. I reach the end of the block, and turn. As soon as I hit the street out house is on I turn again. I’m in front of the corner of my neighbor’s house when I squat down low like I’m tying my shoe.
I slowly start sliding my body forward, getting into position where I can see into that little area between the house and the fence. It’s midday and the neighborhood is empty, but I’m still not taking any chances.
My feet are making noise as I slide them across the sidewalk. I pick them up and try to set them down softly. Between the fast walk and now this new creeping exercise I invented, I’m starting to breathe hard, but not as hard as I do the minute I see the first sign of his skin.
I slide forward another few inches and duck down lower. I try and part the bushes with my hands but they’re too thick. Darn it!
I look behind and to the side of me. Nobody. I lie down in a push-up position and pretend like I’m looking for something I dropped, just in case there is that one soul in the neighborhood who’s both home and looking out their window right now. I know everybody, and there’s no way there is anyone home, but there’s also no way I’m getting caught until…
His head pokes forward as his eyes squint. Oh my, god. He’s looking right in my direction. I freeze, but it’s no use.
He tips his head back in the way my dad does when he’s acknowledging something. He’s got that same cocky confidence of a military man, but the only war going on right now is between my head and my pants when I decide not to move.
He extends his arm and motions me over with his finger. He can’t come and get me since he’s naked so my only option is just to play this out and when he gets dressed make a run for it.
But I guess he can come to me. He takes a step forward, still concealed between the two houses. I can see everything, and he definitely has a lot to see.
“Hey, you. Come over here,” he demands as my fingers demand to come up of this concrete and rap around those blue-collar bulging biceps of his.
I’m still laying on my stomach, when I point to myself, as if to ask if he’s talking to me.
“Only you and me out here, sweet cheeks.”
Did he just call me sweet cheeks? I look over my shoulder and notice my butt is up a bit higher…okay a lot higher, but the curve is good and he’s seemed to notice.
I push myself up off the concrete. My heart is beating even faster as I rise up and above the line of the bushes. He’s staring at me and I’m staring right back at him.
He says nothing, because he doesn’t have to. His body does all the talking and it’s calling me like my ex-boyfriend who’s desperately trying to get back together after he “realized what he lost.” He’s history, and this guy is the future I tell myself as I walk along the bush line, leaving my eyes on him. But my future with him is up in the air because he looks more likely to bend me over his knee and spank me than thank me for admiring him.
His eyes haven’t left mine as I step out of view in order to reach the opening between the bushes. I take a deep breath as I walk up the main pathway to our house before turning and walking along the freshly mown grass towards the side of the house.
I’m counting down the moments until I see him again. Three…two…one.
“Looking for something?” he says. His expression and posture haven’t changed an inch, not to mention there’s been no change in the amount of, or lack of, clothes he still has on.
“I was just…”
“Just what? Spying on me?”
I don’t really have an answer as he did catch me red-handed. “I was out for a walk and I thought I might have dropped something. I bent down to check and there you were.”
“Did you find it?”
Oh, I found all of it. “What?” I say, then wince realizing my mind is totally focused on him and not on what he’s saying.
“What you were looking for.”
“Yeah. All straightened out. Thanks.” I realize I can’t just walk off now and go in the front door of my house or he’ll know I live here. I start to turn.
“I don’t believe you.”
My eyes lock back on his. “You what?” I say, trying my hardest not to look down, and barely succeeding.
“I believe you that you found what you were looking for. But I don’t believe it’s all straightened out, because you didn’t get it…yet.”
“Excuse me?” I say. I don’t like this guy talking to me this way, but I do like his absolutely unbreakable confidence. If only boys my age were so sure of themselves.
“Come here,” he says.
I take a step forward, not even thinking to question his words.
“Closer.”
I’m not going to let this guy tell me what to do.
“Don’t make me come over there and grab you…and spank you for what you did.”
“I didn’t do anything!” I say. “You’re the one out here with your wiener willowing in the wind! I’m just minding my own business.” My eyes slowly drift further south. I don’t care now. I’m taking him all in. Every last little, make that big, inch of him.
He’s still wet from the shower. The water is coating his suntanned skin in small little droplets. His hair is dark and short and he’s sporting a manly five o’clock shadow. He has a Mediterranean look and I definitely want to swim in his seas. I could drown in those baby blues, which are so intense, set off by his dark features.
His sexy, more than a six-pack, abs have grown muscles of their own. His stomach muscles extend up, down, and even sideways until they reach that perfect V he’s sporting. God, how much I love that V shape, and those lines that the top of his pelvis bones form that leads right down to his…oh yeah.
He’s not shaven, but he’s not sporting a forest down there either. He’s kept it masculine from head to toe, which is just what you’d expect if you examined one single inch of him, which is exactly what I’m doing right now. The mental ruler in my mind is ticking off the inches. I’m already to eight and I see he’s easily going for nine as his dick starts to…harden!
He reaches out from the side of the house and grabs me, pulling my body into his, and pulling us back into the concealed area.
I’m breathing hard, my hands pressed against his chest, which is just as hard as the sidewalk. Without thinking my fingertips spread and I run my hands down his body. I can feel each and every one of his muscles as I slowly bring my hands down lower. Even this guy’s muscles have muscles I’m thinking, and before I realize it I’m below his belly button. I fan my hands out wide and run them back up, tracing that line of his pelvis…but why am I going in the opposite direction of where I want to be going?
I see his forearms and I know why. I grab his arms and run my hands upward feeling his muscles, which are like twisted ropes. I get to his elbows and I can feel just where his forearms end and his upper arms begin. I slide along his biceps before squeezing, but there’s no give. The backs of his arms are as solid as the front.
I feel my breath shorten and a wetness between my legs. I’ve never been so horny, nor so fast, for a guy my entire life.
I let my hands go where they want, as the slide along the outside of him. I’m stretching as I reach up and take as much of his shoulders as I can in each hand, before my hands come back toward the middle of his chest and I make eye contact with him. Oh my, god. Was I oblivious this entire time? I was totally lost in the moment.
“Enjoying yourself,” he says, with a smirk just as confident as his words?
I shake my head yes and tell myself this isn’t going any further, until his giant hand comes up wrapping around my wrist and sliding my hand further back down his body.