I run back to the pool house as quietly as I can. I didn’t want to hear any more. I flop onto the sofa and take a few deep breaths to calm myself.
Then, I grab my phone and message Sara. You have no idea what you have gotten me into, I type. She replies immediately with a question mark. I took your advice and flirted a whole lot with them, and now I think they want me.
The phone starts to ring. “Tell me everything!” Sara squeals. So I do. I don’t leave out a thing and when I’m done she is practically hyperventilating. “You have to do it,” she says. “I’ll write a book about you and sell it on Amazon. I’ll make you my hero.”
“I’m not living in a fiction novel, Sara,” I say. “This is my weird blended family we’re talking about.”
“I know sweetie, but chances like this don’t come up more than once in a lifetime. I’m still waiting for mine. You can’t let things like this pass you by. One day we’re going to be wrinkly old women and the only things that are going to be keeping us warm are our memories.”
“You think I’m going to be thinking about sex when I’m that age? That’s gross.”
Sara makes a pfttt noise. “Of course you’ll be thinking about sex. You’ll be wishing you had a whole lot more of it while you were sexy enough and able enough. You’ll be wishing that you’d experienced all of the naughty things that there are out there. There is no way we’ll be regretting having mind-blowing sex…like EVER!”
“How do you know it’s going to be mind-blowing? They might be terrible in bed.”
“All men just need a few instructions to be great…and if there are five of them trying to get you off, at least one’s got to succeed. Anyway, I’ve heard things…”
I hold my phone away from my head for a second, knowing that for the second time tonight I’m about to find out things that I should be avoiding. “Are you there?” Sara asks.
“Uh-huh,” I say. “But I don’t think you should tell me the things.”
“Oh you want to hear the things…you really want to hear the things.”
“Oh God. Please don’t tell me the things.”
Sara chuckles darkly. “My dear, listen up. Those stepbrothers of yours have gotten pretty stellar reputations… both for their attributes and how they use them.”
“Oh God.”
“I overheard some girls talking in the bathroom today. One of them was moaning about how Jessie doesn’t want to have anything to do with her again, but how she knows she’ll never have a fuck as good as him.”
“Nice,” I say. “That isn’t exactly turning me on, thinking about him screwing someone else.”
“It was ancient history,” Sara says dismissively. “What I’m saying is that there are legends circulating the halls of our illustrious university and many of them are about the size of your stepbrothers’ cocks and exactly how good they are using them.”
I flop back against the back of the sofa and groan. I called Sara because I thought she was going to give me an idea of what I should do next. She was the one who got me into this mess. I was pretty certain she could get me out because she seems so much wiser and more confident than me about these kinds of things. But instead, she’s made it so much worse. SO MUCH WORSE! And I didn’t even think that was possible.
“Sara…what are you doing to me.”
“Giving you a nudge to go live your life,” she laughs. “Believe me, if I had the chance to get those boys alone, I’d be showing them a thing of two…. Ah hell, I’d be showing them it all, from many many different angles.”
I laugh because my new friend is fricking hilarious and despite trying to encourage me into some very inappropriate situations is actually a really nice and genuine person. “Maybe you should go for it,” I say. “They’d probably have a better time with you.”
“No way,” Sara says. “I knew from the moment we saw those five gorgeous brutes of men in arrivals that you were smitten, and I do not go anywhere my friend has already thought about going.”
“Well, you need to get hunting for your own harem,” I say. “I can tell that it’s something you want to experience.”
“Maybe,” she says. “We’ll see.”
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, call me when you get to campus. We can meet for lunch.”
“Sure,” I say. “And Sara…thanks for…you know.”
She chuckles. “It’s nothing…”
After I hang up, I get my bag packed up and watch a little more TV in bed.
When I finally turn off the lights I’m alone with my thoughts and that is a dangerous place to be right now. I fight the urge to slide my fingers into my panties and alleviate the ache between my legs, but I don’t have enough willpower to stop myself.
The first touch is over the sheer fabric and it sends a shiver through me but it’s not enough. I lick my finger and this time I slide it under the elastic and directly over the aching bud of my clit. Shit. It feels so swollen and hot it’s almost painful to make direct contact with it. I imaging Kyle lifting himself out of the pool, like a dark ancient Greek warrior.
I recall the way the water streamed over his muscular thighs and down his strong calves, pooling at his feet. His stomach was tight from all the training he must do and his chest so broad that he obliterated the sun.
Shit. I rub in tight circles remembering the feeling of Jameson’s teasing fingers between my legs. That soft skin at the top of my thighs. The way it made my pussy ache exactly as it’s aching now. I feel my arousal trickle and I’m ready to fuck but there is no one here to take advantage of it. No huge cock to stretch me and pound me the way I’m craving. My finger speeds as I remember how it felt to have their eyes on me.
Waiting.
Watching.
Oh damn, it was too much, but I didn’t want it to stop. I could have teased them for hours, stroking my own skin and showing them my private places until they couldn’t hold themselves back anymore. And what would happen then? I don’t even have fantasies in my mind to picture what they could do to me. Shit.
I come so hard, that the clenching of my thighs painfully traps my own hand. I make a sound too, which is high pitched and desperate.
I’m a different person than I thought I was, for sure.
This house has turned me into something that I never would have imagined and it only took two days. I’m going to be here for, years and what hope do I have of maintaining my sanity while I’m here?
None.
Absolutely none.
I go to sleep with a whole heap of worries in my heart because I have no idea what tomorrow is going to bring.
