“I only work every night of the weekend, it’s not like I’m home all the time, knocking on your bedroom door and asking if you’ve seen the remote.”
“Yes, but when you work at The Keg, you get cut at different times, so you could walk in at any time.”
I was always gone for at least three or four hours, but apparently Chloë was optimistically thinking that she would need more time than that. I hoped Andrew was up for this. Or maybe it was the afterglow she was looking for, Chloë was definitely an afterglow type. I went over and gave her a hug, Chloë was such a romantic, and I wanted everything to be all hearts and flowers for her.
Maybe it was conventional, but I admired the way that Chloë and Andrew’s relationship had progressed. They liked each other at school and chatted, and then went out on that nerve-wracking first date, and dated a lot more before getting really physical. Not like going on a first date where the guy expected you to have sex all weekend. Taking things slow was the best way not to get your heart broken.
Chloë sighed and blinked. “Remember in high school after you and Adam did it the first time, and you came back and told us about it?”
“I really shouldn’t have said anything. But you and Bianca made me promise to tell you.” Chloë, Bianca, and I were the student-council-peer-counseling-straight-A-types in high school, and I was the first one of us to have a steady boyfriend and all that went with that.
“Anyway, I still remember everything you said. How romantic it was… and it’s so dumb, but it’s never been that great for me.” Chloë clearly looked hopeful that this time would be different.
I shrugged, “I wouldn’t worry about meeting those standards, I lied about it.”
“What? You lied! I can’t believe it, we were there waiting to hear about sex from you and you lied. What part did you lie about?”
“Um, the part where I said it was good.”
“Oh Frank! You didn’t just say it was good, you said it was better than you had imagined, all fireworks and magic. I can remember exactly what you said, ‘A pleasure like nothing I’ve ever known before.’ I believed you, I was so disappointed in my first time after that.” Chloë sat up straight and crossed her arms, now she was mad at me but I couldn’t stop giggling.
“I wanted to protect Adam’s rep. I was sure it would get better.” Fortunately, it had.
On Friday afternoon, Jake came by to pick me up in his black Range Rover. I wheeled my suitcase, my tote, and my cooler bag of food out to the car and he took one look at them and shook his head. “Two days, two nights, and you’ve got enough stuff for two weeks. How ‘bout you leave all this crap, and I’ll buy you a bikini and lingerie. ‘Cause anything else you wear will just be coming off anyway.”
“You wish. I just like to be prepared. You won’t be complaining when I look nice.”
He shook his head and then wheeled the suitcase around to the back and started rearranging stuff. I came along to supervise.
“Maybe if you didn’t have golf clubs and all this beer in here, my suitcase would fit. Is there no Beer Store wherever we’re going?”
“Priorities, babe, priorities.” Jake hummed happily and tetris’ed everything into the back. Whether the contents of my suitcase would be permanently creased or not was another question. We got buckled in, and then took off. “Next stop, my place.”
“Your place?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s my cottage,” he said, craning his head and pulling out to pass a van.
“You mean, your family’s cottage?”
“Nope, mine.”
His own cottage? I wondered if that meant we’d really be roughing it. I envisioned some crappy trailer surrounded by empty cans of beer and Diet Coke.
“Is there an indoor toilet?” I asked pitifully.
Jake looked over at me and started laughing his head off. “You kill me, Frankie.”
Jake was a good driver, although he drove a little fast. We had the tunes cranked, Jake singing along the whole way. He had a nice voice and his high spirits were infectious. I had been working hard all summer, and it was nice to have a break.
He pulled the car up to a metal gate, and hopped out to open it. As we drove down a long driveway, I could see glimpses of water, so I figured we were getting closer to the lake. Finally we pulled up to this big house.
“Where are we? Whose house is this? Where’s your cottage?” I wondered.
“Right here,” he said, getting out. I followed slowly and looked up in shock. This was not like any little cabin I’d ever seen. It was a real house, brand new and built of golden wood and gray stone, with windows reaching right up to a big peaked roof. Jake chuckled at my stunned expression, grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs, onto a wide porch. He unlocked the door, and we walked in.
It was beautiful inside as well. The place was a frigging mansion, with soaring ceilings and a huge rooms, all decorated in natural wood and leather. Judging from the way he dressed, I couldn’t believe Jake had chosen the tasteful, modern furniture. Maybe he had walked into Crate and Barrel and simply said, “Yes.”
“Wow. Did you decorate this place?” I asked.
“Not really, it was my mom. She’s into that kind of thing. I told her what I wanted though,” he replied. “I was involved more in the house design shit.”
I looked at him, startled. Jake did not seem like the type to be interested in architecture. Once again I had underestimated him, and I was feeling a little sheepish. We walked through main floor: the living room was vast with leather couches, comfy loungers, and a dominating stone fireplace; the gourmet kitchen was fully-equipped and had me twitching to get in there; an expansive back deck faced the lake. Outside there was a rolling lawn that extended towards a long dock with an actual boathouse.
Jake was giving me a low-key tour, but I could tell he was pretty proud of this place. Obviously he had constructed it once he got his big contract. We walked up the stairs to the second floor, where everything was equally new and sunshiny.
“Here’s my room,” he led the way into a spacious master bedroom, bright with a skylight and picture windows. The bed had beautiful view of the lake.
“That’s the biggest bed I’ve ever seen,” I said. It looked enormous, probably because it was on a platform.
He snaked an arm around me, “Yeah, I know. So you could sleep here with me, and you wouldn’t even know I was there.”
“As if you’d stay on your own side of the bed,” I snorted sarcastically. “I think in a place this big, I can have my own room. How many bedrooms are there, anyway?
“Six.” He explained, “You know, when my whole family comes over, or a bunch of the guys, I need the room.”
Finally, he led me into a bright guest room with a queen bed. “Okay, if you insist, here’s your room. All your own, so you can sleep in your granny nightgown and chastity belt.” I started looking around, but Jake tugged me further into the room.
“And this is the best part, Frankie,” Jake said, grinning widely and opening another door wide to reveal an ensuite. “Look! An indoor toilet!”
I couldn’t help laughing along with him, I had been an idiot. “Sorry, Jake. It’s just so hard to remember that you’re this big deal hockey player. You’re like, the most normal guy ever!”
He smiled down at me, “That’s nice. I guess I want people to treat me like I’m me, but they don’t. Of course, I don’t mind if they want to be extra nice to me….” He pulled me closer to him. “Especially if they’re really pretty, like you. Don’t forget, this is our big date weekend.”
“A date does not mean sleeping together. Make up your mind, do you want me to treat you like a normal person or act like an NHL groupie?”
“I didn’t know I got to choose,” he said excitedly. “NHL groupie, please.”
I laughed. “I don’t even know how to do that!”
“Well, you could start by worshipping the ground I walk on….” Jake was trying to look serious, but his crinkly eyes gave him
away. “And then end by falling into bed with me.”
I looked at him, quizzically. “Do you really like that stuff? Girls that want to have sex with you when they don’t even know you?”
He nodded his head, grinning. “You don’t know much about guys, do you?”
“I know a lot about normal guys. My brother, Glen, absolutely hates it when girls come on too strong.” Matt had also been disgusted by random women crushing on him. But I had noticed that their distaste was in inverse ratio to the woman’s attractiveness.
“It’s life. One of the perks of my job.” Jake laughed again; he never took anything seriously. “C’mon, let’s get your gazillion suitcases up here.”
After I got unpacked, I changed into a swimsuit and went out on the dock. Jake was already there, and Tolly had arrived too. They were sitting in deck chairs, wearing only board shorts and flip-flops, drinking beer, and eating junk food. Somehow this seemed to typify cottage life to me. I was feeling happy and relaxed already, knowing I had two full days off.
Behind my sunglasses, I took a good look at Jake’s body. I had seen him at the gym, but never without a shirt. He definitely wasn’t fat, but he wasn’t all muscular either. He had a barrel chest, which explained why he looked big in clothes. Like me, if he didn’t emphasize his waist, he looked broad all the way down. His legs looked strong though, with defined thigh muscles. Although he was sitting down, I already knew he had a cute butt.
I wasn’t the only one checking someone out.
“Frankie, lookin’ good.” Jake tipped down his sunglasses and stared. I was wearing a one-piece, tropical print bathing suit along with a big sunhat. He sighed. “Any chance you also have a tiny bikini packed in your large suitcase?”
“As good as the chance you have a Speedo. I’m not the bikini-type,” I declared firmly. I preferred swimsuits that did their share of lifting and shaping. I sat down and started applying sunscreen. In scorching sun like this, I would burn in no time. “How are you, Tolly? Where’s Naomi?”
He grimaced. “We kind of had a fight, and she didn’t want to come.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” I said, but Tolly shrugged and didn’t look that upset.
Jake took the sunscreen out of my hand, “I’ll do your back, Frankie.” He motioned towards the end of his lounger and I perched there. He took off my hat, pushed my hair to the front and then squirted sunscreen into his hands. He started on my shoulders, but he wasn’t just applying sunscreen, he was massaging it into me.
“Jake, you don’t have to….”
“Relax, Frankie,” he chided me. “I know what I’m doing.”
Tolly snorted, “Yup, old Jakester knows female anatomy. He’s an expert.”
“Yeah, I’m sure of that,” I agreed. But I was a little bugged at Jake assuming that I was always uptight, so I tried to relax and look out at the lake. It was pretty, so smooth and calm with trees along the shoreline and the occasional cottage. Jake had a powerboat tied up to the side of the dock, and he had mentioned going out on the boat later.
Jake did seem to know his way around female anatomy, and the warm touch of his hands on my back was kind of turning me on. He began on my shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the tense muscles of my shoulders. He moved down my back, spreading his big hands so his fingertips rubbed over the sides of me, tickling my ribs. I giggled and squirmed away, and he reached out, grabbed my waist, and pulled me back.
“Come back here, little Frankie,” Jake said, positioning me even closer to him.
Tolly cleared his throat and left, muttering something about getting another beer. Embarrassed, I turned and looked at Jake, but I couldn’t see his expression behind the sunglasses. “Um, thanks, but I think that’s enough now.”
“No, I don’t want to be responsible when you get a sunburn.” He kept one hand on my waist, and began working on the small of my back. As his thumb rubbed the place where my hips curved out, I felt a liquid heat inside. Not dating all summer was clearly making me needy. I shivered a little, and then abruptly got up.
“Gosh, it’s hot here,” I said, ignoring Jake’s protests that he wasn’t done. “I think I’ll take a dip.” I walked out to the end of the dock, and reached out with my foot to dip a toe into the water. The water was surprisingly warm, and I peered down wondering how deep it was. I only heard a slight noise behind me, before Jake toppled me into the water with him. I felt the shock of the water, and came up sputtering. He was treading water with one arm still wrapped tightly around my waist.
“Jake! You jerk! I like to go in slowly.”
“Really, babe? I like to go in slowly, too,” he snickered. He was squeezing me tightly to him, and I tried to get away. I could feel his whole body against mine, and again I was feeling uncomfortable. We were way too close together, with hardly any clothes on.
“Would you let go of me?”
“But Frankie, I didn’t know if you could swim, so I thought I’d better hold onto you in case you were gonna drown.”
“I can swim!” I shoved both my hands against his chest and he finally let me go.
“Jeez, you’re so touchy, Frankie. It’s the cottage, you gotta relax.”
“I swear, the next time you tell me to relax, I’m going to….” I wasn’t even sure what to threaten him with.
“Do what? You’re so scary, Frankie.” He was treading water and staring at me. I dove under the water, hopefully splashing him as I went.
Jake
It was weird, but seeing Frankie in her granny bathing suit was almost as hot as seeing another chick naked. I mean, I could see way more of her body than usual, but because she was still covered up, it made me want to undress her more. Now that she had finally agreed to go out with me, I figured this would be the big weekend for us. Man, I had never waited so long to get with a chick and I felt as excited as a kid at Christmas.
After I pulled her into the lake, she was kind of pissed-off at me. She looked extra hot when she was all wet and shiny, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. The tops of her tits were all slick, and her hair was all wet and slicked back. I wanted to make out with her right there in the water, but she swam away from me.
Tolly and I were going out in the boat, but Frankie decided to stretch out on the deck and read magazines. She actually seemed to be relaxing for the first time since I’d met her. When we got back, I bbq’d steaks and Frankie made some salads for dinner. Afterwards we decided to go into the bar in town, and see what was up.
“Who’s the designated driver tonight?” Tolly asked me, while Frankie was upstairs getting ready. I would rather take the Rover than his beater, but I wanted to drink.
“Let’s flip a coin,” I suggested. Tolly lost, and then suggested we get Frankie to drive so we could both drink.
“I dunno, I’d like Frankie to be able to drink as much as she wants,” I said. Last time she had a lot to drink, she was getting pretty friendly.
“Whoa, you’ve got it bad, bud. Never seen you like this with a chick,” Tolly observed. “Has she got something magical between her legs?”
All of my friends figured I’d been nailing Frankie all summer since I’d spent so much time with her. I wasn’t going to set them straight, and anyway this weekend I was finally going to score.
Tolly said he’d drive, and we decided to go to this bar off the highway that we liked. It was pretty busy on the weekends, and a good time.
Frankie came down in a black and silver outfit.
“No dress tonight?” I asked.
“Nope. I’m going to blend in tonight,” she said, twirling around. “You like?”
I nodded. “You could never blend in,” I told her, and it was true. When we got there, every guy in the place was checking her out. I put a protective arm around her shoulders and guided her to a table. Tolly took off immediately and started chatting up some chicks at the bar.
“Wanna dance?” I asked her, after our first round of drinks.
“Sure,” Frankie said, smiling happily. “
I love dancing!”
So we danced a lot, even doing a little line dancing. Frankie was laughing and joking around the whole time. It was almost scary when she did relax, because then she was the kind of girl I could really imagine being with.
“Phew, it’s hot in here!” Frankie unbuttoned her shirt and flapped it a little. I went to the can, and when I came back, my wish had come true: she had taken off the shirt. Her little black top underneath was totally sexy, it looked more like underwear and pushed her magnificent tits up, like they were on a platter. I wanted to reach out and help myself to a big serving. Shit, she was hot.
“That’s a nice, uh, top-thing,” I told her.
She was fanning herself with the menu. “Oh, my bustier? Thank you!” Was that what it was called? Whatever it was, I wished she’d wear them all the time. She smiled at me, “I told you you’d be happy I packed a lot of clothes.”
“I’m happier that you packed a lot of tiny clothes,” I said. The waitress brought us another round, and Frankie had a sip of her little umbrella drink, then sat back and lifted her hair off her neck.
“I hate to admit it, Jake, but you were right; it’s so much fun to get away for a whole weekend. Knowing I don’t have to work and I can sleep in tomorrow is great,” she said. Sleep in tomorrow, did that mean what I thought it meant?
“Keep thinking that, y’know, that Jake is always right,” I told her and she laughed. I joked around with her, and she kept giggling. Then she leaned in and kissed me. On the cheek, but still, it was a good sign.
They slowed the music down, and I took her back out on the dance floor. I held her close, with my hands on her warm, bare back. She leaned into me, her arms around my neck and her tits smushed against me. Everything was going great: she looked hot, she had kissed me first, and now she was pushing up into me. Finally, she was making the first move!
“So Frankie, you wanna go home now?” I asked eagerly, once the song ended.
“Already?”
“Well, it’s almost midnight,” I explained, looking around for Tolly.
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