Stranded

by Chance Carter

  She shakes her head.

  “Oh, I think I know!” I run up to her and catch her by the waist, she kicks and screams but can’t help laughing as I swing her up and into the pool, creating a large splash and soaking myself and Joe.

  Chapter 16

  Ella

  “So, are you sure this is what you want?” Kat asks over the phone, as I unload the last small box from Joe’s car.

  “Yeah, it’ll be great, I know it. It’ll be so much better for Marnie, because I’ll always be here if she needs me and Joe won’t ever have to be in a rush!” I reply.

  “What did your landlord have to say?”

  “He was a bit shocked. He apologized and begged me to stay, probably because he knows he can’t get anyone else to rent that shitty place and put up with his crap.”

  “Ha, wow. That’s a change, what did you say?” Kat laughs.

  “I told him he can take his apology and shove it up—”

  “Ella?” Joe asks, coming out of the house.

  “Ooh, got to go Kat. I’ll ring you later.”

  “Alright, don’t have too much fun, okay?” I can practically hear her raise her eyebrow.

  “I’ll try my best,” I giggle, then hang up the phone.

  “Sorry, Joe, I was just talking to Kat.” I turn to him, “Is everything okay?”

  “Oh yeah,” he pants and I can see him sweating through his shirt. It’s such a hot day and he insisted on carrying all the boxes himself.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to help with those?” I ask, smiling at him. He’s such a sweet guy, doing all this for me and his daughter.

  “No, not at all, it’s fine, really,” he sighs and looks over the small pile of bags and boxes. “Is this the last of it?” he asks.

  “Yeah, pretty much,” I reply, “It’s just a few bags of clothes and some bathroom stuff. Are you sure you don’t mind me not helping you carry them?”

  “No really, it’s fine, I’ve got it.” He fans himself with his hand, and stretches before taking off his shirt and stuffing it into his back pocket.

  My eyes widen and I can’t help staring. He’s… he’s—I can’t even handle this right now. Where in the hell was he hiding all those muscles? His abs, chest and arms are ridiculously toned and dripping with sweat. My eyes are going to dry out if I don’t blink, but I don’t want to miss a moment of it.

  He is chiseled like a statue. I feel unworthy just looking at him.

  Can I snap a sneaky picture to show the girls before he leaves or notices?

  He’s so rugged and manly, gosh it’s enough to make my knees weak. He could just pick me up and carry me off to his man cave and have his way with me. And I would let him, I might even beg.

  Holy crap, he is a sexy man.

  “Are you alright there, Ella?” he asks, a big grin on his face.

  I’m fine, thanks. I’m sorry. I can’t focus because of your incredible pecs.

  I may have mumbled some words and giggled, I can’t really tell. He laughs and shakes his head.

  “Would you like some lemonade? Marnie and I made some yesterday. It’s in the fridge.”

  I nod, a big dopey smile plastered across my face.

  “Your cheeks are looking a bit pink, maybe you should go back inside? Your skin is so fair, you don’t want to get burned.”

  Again, I nod as I melt into a puddle on the floor, ready to be absorbed into the ground.

  This is so embarrassing, I can’t focus. Please, and I never thought I would say this, but please put your shirt back on so I can speak.

  “Uh– Bu– Lemonade. Great, yes!” I finally manage to wrestle out something resembling a sentence.

  He laughs, “Alright, go on in. I’ll deal with the rest of this.”

  I nod and smile before heading inside. I sigh and drop into a chair in the kitchen, wishing all the while he would just carry me up to a room like those boxes. I could say, ‘Gosh, Joe, it’s so awfully hot today, and we’ve gotten all sweaty, would you like to join me in the shower?’

  Shush Ella, you’re lucky Marnie isn’t here. You wouldn’t want her to see you losing your mind like this.

  A cold glass of lemonade will be good. Ugh, does everyone go crazy when guys take their shirts off? I hope he’d go a little crazy if I did.

  I giggle to myself as I quietly sip my lemonade. Wow, this is actually quite nice.

  Joe comes back down the stairs, still no shirt. Why are you doing this to me?

  “Alright, I think that’s everything then,” he smiles, “Are you going to be alright unpacking everything?” he asks.

  “Oh yes, totally. I’ll be fine.” I try my best not to stare.

  He looks at his watch and furrows his brow, “I should be going off to get Marnie from school.”

  “Oh gosh, of course. Would you like me to come with you?” I ask.

  “Oh no, that’s fine. I’ll just have a quick shower and head over there.”

  “Awesome,” I say, the dopey grin creeping its way back onto my face at the thought of him in the shower.

  “I won’t be long,” he says as he heads up the stairs again.

  I should probably start unpacking, I think to myself as I trudge up the stairs. I look over my room, the guest room where I showered after getting pushed into the pool that day. It is a lovely room, all filled up with my boxes and bags at the moment. I can’t believe my whole life fits in here.

  I flop down on the bed, knowing I won’t be able to stop myself from dreaming about him tonight.

  First night, new bed… I’ve managed to unpack all of my things. The kitchen now looks a little more colorful and kooky which I’m not sure he is happy about, but Marnie likes it.

  Especially the bright pink toaster.

  The evening was nice, we watch a movie and I made us all hot chocolate. Which he said was almost as good as my coffee—which he still gushes about.

  I don’t know how I manage to make such good coffee, I mean, it’s just coffee! I laugh as I roll over, the bed is so comfy, and the quilt is so soft. It’s almost like lying in a cloud.

  I almost can’t wait to get a cold, just so I can bundle myself up in all of these soft blankets. Just like Marnie’s pillow fort when she pretended to be sick.

  She is such a sweetie. Just like her dad. He’s done a good job with her. I really don’t know why he needs me, but I guess I’m thankful that he does… or thinks he does anyway.

  Gosh, he looked so amazing today… those abs.

  All I want to do is run my fingers over his skin and trace the lines of his muscles.

  I can just imagine him lying next to me, resting on one arm with the other one wrapped around me as I lay on his chest.

  “Back here again, love?” he asks.

  I look up at him grinning at me, “Obviously so,” I say.

  “Comfy?”

  “Very.”

  He runs his hands over my skin and strokes my curves. I shiver when he gets to my waist.

  I lean in and kiss his chest, rolling over so that I’m lying on top of him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and he runs his hands down my back and rests them on my hips.

  “How about now?” he asks.

  “I love the way your skin feels against mine,” I say, moving my hips a little.

  He sighs and closes his eyes, laying his head back. I kiss his neck and gently nibble his ears. I can feel him get hard beneath me, so I press against him with my hips, teasing him with my soft intimate flesh.

  He runs his hand up my back and through my hair, pulling me close to him for a kiss and we roll over together, laying on our sides.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says, as he kisses my neck.

  I grin and my kisses become more passionate, licking along his bottom lip and biting down hard and causing him to moan. I push him over so I’m on top again. Sitting up, I gently run my fingers down his chest.

  I can see his eyes flicking over mine, admiring my breasts and curves. He grabs onto my hips and keeps th
e pressure on his cock as I roll my hips back and forth. He is getting rock hard, begging for my attention.

  I can feel his cock between my lips and it drives me crazy, I know I’m getting wetter because he slides against me with ease. His tip gently rubs against my clitoris and I moan desperately.

  I lean forward again and kiss him, while he holds me tight to his chest. I long to feel my breasts against him.

  As I sit up again I pull his hands up to my chest, encouraging him to play with my sensitive nipples. I angle myself a little differently and tease the head of his cock with the opening of my pussy.

  He moans and squeezes my breasts, looking up at me, begging for it but not forcing me into anything.

  I slowly move down, still rolling my hips slowly, moving further and further down until his cock is fully inside me.

  It feels amazing. We moan together as I lean back, his rock hard cock pressing against all the right places. I quicken my pace, making sure I get the whole length of his huge cock in and out of me. I can barely focus on pleasuring him when my own mind is spinning out of control.

  Suddenly he pulls me close and we flip over, I wrap my legs around his waist and he holds on to my hips, kneeling up to get a perfect angle. I cry out in pleasure. I can feel pressure all over my hips and up to my waist, as if he’s totally filling me with his massive cock.

  He thrusts hard into me and I grab his hips, pulling him closer and deeper, holding him there for a moment to feel how close we are before letting him go, surrendering all control.

  He holds onto my legs and pulls them up to his shoulders, bending me back and hitting all new places inside me. I’m practically screaming now as he fucks me harder and harder.

  “You feel incredible,” he says, his teeth gritted, “Your pussy is so soft. So warm. So wet.”

  “I love your cock… Fuck me, Joe. I want you so fucking bad!” I shout at him.

  “You’re such a sweet, innocent girl,” he grins, moving slowly, making sure I feel every moment, “I love it when you talk dirty. I love it when you tell me what you want from me.”

  “Make me cum, Joe! I want to know what it feels like for real!” I scream.

  “Of course, Ella. I want to feel your pleasure.”

  He speeds up again, pounding against me, as I cry out in pleasure.

  “Oh, yes! Oh, oh!” I scream, clawing at his back. Everything is building up inside me. I can’t hold on anymore!

  “Fuck!” I shout, as I wake up. Alone in my bed, in my new room with the sun creeping in through the curtains.

  I throw myself down on my bed and hit the mattress grumpily. This is so frustrating!

  In my head I’m this confident and crazy girl, the kind of girl who drives men wild with just a look or a flicker of her eyelashes. But then the real me is shy and naïve. I barely know what a real cock looks like, let alone feels like.

  I sigh and roll over, burying my head in my pillows. I’ll get there eventually. I hope.

  Chapter 17

  Joe

  Should I feel awkward every time I do laundry and some of Ella’s underwear ends up in my load? Every time I see a tiny black thong or a lacy bra, I wonder if she’s wearing them around the house just for me.

  I do notice, boy do I ever. She’ll bend over to reach something and my heart will race with the thought of running my hands around her hips with my fingers twisted in the lace of her panties. It drives me wild.

  To be honest, a lot of things about her drive me wild. The way she hides behind her hair when she’s embarrassed, when she bites her lip, the way her cheeks go pink when she looks at me. Ugh, why is this so difficult?

  No, why does she have to make it so difficult? With her gorgeous face, chest and hips…

  It’s been a couple of days, and I’ve been working late so I’ve not had a proper opportunity to ask how she’s settling in. Marnie seems to be enjoying having her around all the time, so much so that she’s been neglecting to hang out with her friends. So, I’ve decided to invite everyone that we know over for a BBQ this afternoon. Hopefully that will help everything settle in properly.

  So, I’m outside Ella’s door now and she’s left it open a little, maybe that means she’s not busy.

  “Morning Ella, just wondering how you’re settling in.” I open the door and freeze in shock. Ella is standing there in a towel, having just left the bathroom. She jumps and freezes as well, holding her towel tightly to her body.

  “Gosh, I’m so sorry,” I say, looking pretty much everywhere except at her.

  “No, uh—no, I’m sorry,” she laughs awkwardly, “I shouldn’t have left the door open.” She pauses, then continues. “It’s sweet of you to check in on me.”

  “Of course,” I say, and I can feel myself blushing a little.

  I do love the way her hair looks when it’s all wet. When it’s scraped back like this, she can’t use it to cover up her beautiful face.

  “So, what’s the plan for today? It feels like I’ve not seen you in ages.” she laughs.

  Oh shoot, have I not told her? Oops.

  “Actually,” I say awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck. “In the excitement of moving I may have forgotten to tell you that we’re having a BBQ today. Some of Marnie’s friends from school, their parents and a few of my friends are invited.”

  “Oh really? That sounds lovely. Do you want me to help with anything?” she asks.

  “Are you kidding? No. not at all! You’re a guest as much as anyone. I’ve got everything covered, so don’t worry about a thing.”

  She smiles and looks around her room awkwardly.

  “Okay! I’ll let you get ready,” I say. “Also if there’s anyone you want to invite, feel free!”

  She thanks me with a small nod and a giggle. I leave, closing the door behind me.

  * * *

  “Wow, it really is nice around here,” Michael says. “You’re almost making me want to move out here.”

  “I can’t imagine you in the suburbs, Mike.” I laugh, trying to focus on not burning the food.

  “So, what were you trying to tell us earlier, Joey? You’ve actually got that hot nanny living with you?” Jeff asks, his eyes widening.

  “Yeah, she lives in the guest room,” I reply.

  “I don’t know about that, man,” says Michael. “Never mix business with pleasure.”

  “Isn’t that all you do?” I ask, raising my eyebrow. The guys all burst out in laughter, “And besides, there is no pleasure. Just business.”

  “Are you sure about that?” Jeff asks, looking up at Ella, who is saying goodbye to the parents of one of Marnie’s friends. “Do you ever ask her to get something from another room, just so you can watch her leave?”

  I laugh, “Don’t be ridiculous.” I search around for a change of subject, but the afternoon is kind of winding down. All of Marnie’s friends have left and she has gone inside. It’s just me, Ella and my old friends from college. Now that Ella has been taking care of Marnie, I have a lot more time for myself, and I thought making an effort to have some friends might be good.

  Speaking of friends, “Where’s Mark anyway? Didn’t he say he was coming?”

  “Yeah, he’ll be here,” Michael rolls his eyes, “Says he’s bringing his new girlfriend as well.”

  “He wanted to get here after all the kids had left,” Jeff adds.

  “Oh God, I don’t want him to bring another crazy bimbo around, you know the kind of chicks he’s into.”

  “Actually, she’s from around here, says she knows Ella.”

  “You’re kidding!” one of Ella’s friends maybe? But she said they were both busy…

  “Look, there he is now!” Michael says.

  Mark walks in with a tall slender woman with very short blonde hair, who immediately notices Ella and runs over to hug her. Ella seems a little confused, but is also happy to see her. Mark heads right over to us.

  “Wow Mark, I bet Alice hates her,” Michael laughs.

  “Alice has not met
her,” he frowns.

  “How did you meet her?” I ask. This is just so crazy.

  “Well, I thought back to when you told us about Ella, and I wondered if there were any other wonderful creatures hiding out down here,” he grins. “Turns out, she owns the coffee shop a few blocks away.”

  I laugh to myself, knowing from Ella that she does not actually own it.

  “Well, that sounds great,” I say.

  Ella and her friend head over to us, giggly looks on their faces.

  “We’re going get in the pool if you guys want to join us,” they say.

  Mark and I freeze for a moment before being unable to say yes quickly enough. Michael and Jeff seem annoyed that they don’t have dates.

  Well, I say dates. Ella isn’t exactly my date, but she’s more mine that anyone else here.

  Which makes me feel a bit dizzy for some reason.

  Ella and her friend stand by their chosen loungers and remove their tops with their backs to us, I hadn’t realized they were wearing their swimsuits under their clothes. The others hadn’t either, judging by the looks on their faces.

  The girls turn to us with their bikinis on and pause for a moment. Ella is giggling away, as if her friend is encouraging her to be a little more cheeky than usual. Which I love. We should have her over more often.

  Ella’s body looks incredible, her assets covered only by two thin pieces of patterned fabric.

  It’s the same one from her photo, and I can’t let her know I’ve seen it before. Her curves are so amazing that I want to run my hands over them any chance I get.

  “You coming boys?” her friend asks.

  Mark and I look at each other then back to the girls. “Yes!” we both shout at the same time, throwing off our shirts and jumping straight into the pool.

  “Uh, what about the food?” Jeff asks.

  “Its fine, I’ve already made loads, and it’s still hot!” I shout back to him. There is no way I am missing out on this.

  The girls jump into the pool and swim over to us. Ella is a little shorter, so she has trouble standing. It’s adorable. I look down through the water and see her body again. She really does drive me wild.

  I hope it’s not too obvious in these shorts.