by Blythe Stone
We told Holland about our little bet and she was less than confident about my chances. She was supposed to be my best friend. A little faith would have been nice. After we dropped Holland, Olivia just kept driving. We’d packed quickly when we got up and now we were going to Napa.
It was Holland’s suggestion actually. She and Olivia were discussing our impromptu trip and they both seemed sold on a Vegas trip but then the idea shifted to Napa because of the romance and the solitude. Also, the proximity was a bit of a sell.
Olivia’s mom made some calls and got us the use of her friend’s fancy villa. Apparently, it had a great view of the valley. I made Olivia drive since she knew more about where we were going. It gave me time to think.
Saying goodbye to Holland was hard. She was a rock. Now that things were weird with Skylar I really didn’t have a good friend here. I knew Skylar would probably be okay but she needed some time and so did I.
It wasn’t that long of a drive and we only made a few stops. Mostly because I kept getting coffee and forcing Olivia to pull over so I could use the restroom. It didn’t set us back that much though. You’d think it did from the way she rolled her eyes at me.
We got there before four in the afternoon. The drive leading up to the house was long and tree lined and you couldn’t tell much until you crested the small hill it sat on. Then the whole scope of the house came into view. It was stone and wood with a modern feel and a huge picture window in the back.
You could see the infinity pool out back that overlooked the vineyard below. It was gorgeous. We parked at the side of the house and I stepped out of the car, looking back down the long tree-lined drive and then back up to the house and surrounding greenery.
It was secluded but not far from town. Perfect for a visit like this. We could be completely alone but still go out if we wanted. I grabbed our bags and followed Olivia up to the door. She unlocked it and let me into the little mud room.
I walked straight into the family room. The dark cherry wood floors gleamed and the decor was simple and rustic but looked like it came out of an interior design guide. There was a stone fireplace against the wall with windows on either side. The grey and orange stones went all the way up to the ceiling.
I could see through to the kitchen from here. The whole place had a modern open concept. The staircase was spiral but at a gentle angle so it wasn’t straight up and down. I dropped our bags by the dark brown leather couch and looked around.
“Well, this won’t do. It isn’t fancy enough,” I joked, putting my hands on my hips.
I stepped closer to the kitchen and saw that it had everything: double ovens, kitchen grade gas range, built in chopping block. It was a true chef’s kitchen. The concrete countertops were nice and definitely went with the rustic feel.
“Have you been here before?”
“Yes,” she said, drinking me in. She walked toward me and pulled my body into hers. I watched her eyes travel down, that muscle in her neck twitched as she took in the sight of my breasts in my low hanging tank. “But I’ve never been here with you,” she reminded, biting her bottom lip and looking back up.
“And so it begins,” I breathed out and tried to appear unaffected.
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” she teased, letting my body go.
I watched her walk in the direction of the back door. She unzipped the back of her dress and pushed it all the way off.
“It’s kind of hot in here, isn’t it?” She asked, slipping her heels off and then her bra and her underwear. “I think I’m gonna go for a swim,” she said, letting her hair down and fanning it out with her hands as she walked completely naked out toward the backyard.
The dress had been enough. I knew what it was meant to do the moment she put it on this morning. I’d been able to bear it. Even enjoyed the little bit of torture at seeing her figure in it and knowing I couldn’t touch. For most of the drive my hand was far up her thigh, giving her goosebumps from implications.
It was much worse though, when she took it off. The way she did it, and the attitude with which she walked away, stole my breath. This wasn’t a good start to my week-long trial of endurance. I couldn’t just stand there though. I had to follow. I opened the French doors and went out, seeing her at the edge of the pool. I took off my brown leather jacket and hung it over a chair.
“You can’t swim alone.” I tugged at my tank, pulling it up a little and then lifting it over my head. I walked up to her and took off my shoes. “Can you help me with this?” I pulled out the button to my jeans. “The zipper always sticks.”
“Sure,” she said, turning toward me and lowering herself down onto her knees just to torture. She let her hands fall down my skin. They rubbed down my body until they stopped at the hem of my jeans on either side just above my pockets. I felt her fingers tuck down inside my hem, slipping into me.
And then I felt her lean in and use her tongue to steal the zipper into her mouth and hold it tight between her teeth. I heard it, the zipper moving down as she lowered herself.
When I looked down her green eyes seared up at me, burning. Her naked body looked amazing in the sun. She let go of the zipper and looked up at me all amused for just a second.
Then she used her hands to tug my jeans. She jerked my body- for support- to help herself back up to stand.
After that she turned and dove inside the perfect pool. The water rippled and I watched the way it swallowed her. She was better at this than I was. I shook my head, knowing I would probably lose.
I took off my bra and underwear and went to the shallow end, walking down into the pool and shivering a little at the breeze. The pool was heated, thankfully.
Olivia swam up to me and I put my hands on her shoulders, dipping down into the water up to my neck and letting my hands follow. She’d said I could touch her anywhere but her center so I let my fingers move over her breasts and down her stomach before they fell into the water.
“Sorry,” I offered with a quirked eyebrow.
“That’s okay,” she smiled, her hand coming up to my neck as she pulled me in and kissed me hard and hungry. I felt her body push into mine as she used both hands to hold at my neck. Her needy kissing was usually intense.. Sometimes I could tell she really wanted to be kissing me before she did it. Long periods of time. She liked that a lot. I don’t think we did it nearly as much as she wanted and when she kissed me like this I could tell- she could make-out with me forever.
When she was done kissing me she leaned in and whispered. “Can I wrap my legs around you? Is that part of the rules?”
I swallowed, trying to clear my head from her kiss. “Yes,” I whispered. At least if she did that it would be easier for me to avoid touching her with my hands by accident or weakness.
“You probably shouldn’t have said that,” she said.
I felt her teeth on my neck and then her tongue. She brought her knees up at my sides and wrapped her legs around me, pulling her body up and kissing me again with a whimper, forcing me to hold her as she took my whole body in with hers, getting lost in me with such swiftness and ease.
When she finally stopped kissing me I felt both her hands in my hair. She was hugging me with her whole body and breathing sexily near my ear.
“You feel really good,” she said, resting on me.
I think it was worse now. She was more open, knowing I couldn’t touch her. She was more than baiting me. I felt her squeeze her center into my stomach and exhale.
“You feel better,” I told her.
I walked to the side of the pool and pinned her there. She moaned when I pressed my body into her center. I was kissing her neck and pushing her head to the side so I could get closer. Her pulse sped under my tongue and I sucked just for a moment on the skin there and broke away, pulling it with me and then releasing it.
I could feel her losing herself, her hands nearly loose in my hair as she gasped and made sounds. “Feel free to leave marks,” she said.
“Okay,
” I smiled, letting my hands roam over her breasts, and down her sides. I pulled back a little to get at the other side of her neck and I attacked her there, moving my legs so that she moved up and down my body a little.
“Fuck,” she exhaled quietly. “You are really good at turning me on. I guess now would be a good time to tell you I’ve had dreams of us here.” She was so vulnerable sometimes. Sometimes I could tell she just let me do things and she would just let me for hours upon hours.
I slowed, thinking through her words. I wanted to hear them but I needed to be careful. Her voice could get me carried away. I put my hands up on the concrete where the pool water slipped over the side and paused in my kissing.
“Tell me about them,” I said.
Before she could start I took the tip of my tongue and traced little circles on her neck, right down into the spot where it joined at her shoulder.
“Uhh,” she let out a small moan. “See that couch over there,” she said, her eyes drifting, barely open because of the pleasure.
There was a fancy white outdoor couch all elevated at one end of the pool; it was blocked in by wood posts. One could easily drape a sheet over the top or put up curtains and it would be secluded. As it was now, it was completely open to the air, a fine place to take a nap or have some grapes or some wine and feel the warm wind from the valley on a hot summer day.
She was completely open to me now, her hands were holding at the pool to hold herself up on the times when I moved away. She enjoyed the friction of my stomach at her center. She squeezed me with her thighs and I felt her heels dangle low in the water, ankles locking tight behind my caves.
“Yes, I see it.” I pushed her head back a little and turned my head to take it in. I kissed her hard, stealing her breath.
Her hand came up to my neck and she held me into her, wanting me through shallow gasps and pained whimpers. I pulled away to kiss her neck and she began talking.
“I had this dream once… I was just lying there in the sun,” she said, while I kissed at her neck. “You came to me and just took me,” she said pained, her eyes shut up tight. “It went on all night, hours and hours. When I woke I made myself fall back to sleep. It was that good.”
“You didn’t wake me up?” I let her play a little at my neck, leaning back. “I could have helped you with that.”
“You weren’t home,” she said. “You had morning practice. I’d rather be with you so I went back to sleep.”
“Ah,” I groaned. “That’s too bad. I hate it when I’m not there for you but can I make it up to you?”
“You can try but right now I’m not about to lose this bet,” her eyebrow rose. “There’ve been a lot of times I’ve wanted you but couldn’t have you. You’d be surprised if you really knew,” she panted.
The way she was telling me these things made it even harder. I wanted to show her how much I wanted her, not hold back, but I didn’t. I just kissed her, trying to show her that way but I wanted to ask her things.
“When was the most inappropriate time?”
“What do you mean by inappropriate?” She asked, wanting me.
“Mmm,” I ran my tongue along her lips. “Anytime you probably shouldn’t or couldn’t act on your thoughts.”
“The movie theater, probably,” she said. “You made me go with your friends… I’d been wanting you so much. There was this heavy sexual tension on the screen and I just wanted you to be touching me. I got up and left. I couldn’t take it,” she panted, remembering, as I continued to tease.
“You said you went to the bathroom.” I smiled at her. “I knew I should have followed you.”
“What’s your favorite thing to do to me?”
I was torturing us both and loving it.
“Probably that thing you get if you win,” she laughed evilly.
“Really?!” I twisted between her legs, just enough to give her some friction to think about.
“Why is that?”
“Uhh,” her eyebrows pleaded along with her voice. “You get so soft, and vulnerable,” she said. “It’s loving. But I know you go somewhere… Like you said you needed… I keep you with me… I take care of you,” she said. “I know you’re mine…”
She was so close to cumming just from this. I could tell. “I like being weak for you. It makes me relax. You know I don’t get to relax that often. My head goes empty.” I pressed my thumbs over her nipples and ran my nails lightly over them.
“Ah!” She jumped, body pressing into mine.
“I like taking care of you,” she said, trying to smile without hint of everything else. “I like that the most,” she was sweet and honest.
“You do a good job too,” I complimented.
She was always thinking of me. It was endearing to say the least. Inspiring was a better word. Sometimes I worried about her taking care of me at her own expense though. It was our back and forth. We each tried to find a balance.
I moved my hands and used my tongue instead, showing her my appreciation in a physical manner. Her nipples were hard under my tongue and I pulled gently at one, sucking it between my teeth and then gently rolling it.
“You’re so good baby,” she whined, holding me.
My hands itched to touch her where I couldn’t. If I wasn’t denying myself it would be easier, but it was never easy to stop myself from touching her. The shower the night before proved that. I wanted her so much right now.
I stopped, taking a breath and a moment to calm myself.
“Hey?” She said, dropping her legs. “Are you okay?”
“No but not in the way you mean.” I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her forward a little and went behind her, pushing my body into her and clasping my hands over her hips, letting my fingers lay close to where I could not touch her.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said airily, trapped against me. “I love when you touch me.”
“What are you feeling?” She asked, pushing back into me, her hands coming back, fingers entwining behind my neck as she forced my lips close to her neck and forced my whole body to be even closer than it already was.
“Insanely turned on and- love.”
They were two of the most common things I felt these days. More so now that I was very aware of what she was doing to me and what I was doing to myself by touching her.
I pulled my hands around between our bodies and squeezed her ass before pushing into her with my body. I backed away and waited for her to turn. My hand froze just above my center and I saw her eyes watching me. “You never said I couldn’t touch myself.”
“You’re right,” she smiled, backing away a little and standing at a fair distance. “I might need popcorn for that though,” she teased.
I watched her turn toward the stairs and walk toward them like she was about to get out of the pool.
“You don’t need popcorn,” I said.
I pulled her toward me and trapped her with my arms until I could get to the side of the pool and wrap my legs around her waist.
“Watch,” I said.
I pushed my fingers down into my folds and played, lightly rubbing. “When you touch me here it’s better, but I like you watching.” I knew she could feel the movements of my hand against her stomach as well as see.
Her eyes flared. I could feel her trying to be calm.
“Do you like watching me or would you rather do it yourself?” I asked, biting my lip.
“I like watching you,” she said, lifting her eyebrow to tease.
I felt her hands touch on my neck though and I felt her right hand travel down until her thumb and finger had my nipple pinched and she tugged as she leaned in to whisper. “I’m sure you’re just doing what I could do, right?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” I said.
It was killing me and I knew it was doing the same to her. I was too close with her being near and the kissing and touching.
“But if you want to help I’d let you.”
I felt her hands b
eneath the water, her thumbs pushing at my waist. “Do you actually think you can break me?” She asked, her voice deep.
“Yes, but I don’t think it’ll be that easy,” I said.
“I’m not saying it’s not hard. I’m just saying I’ve had practice.” She tugged her hand up into my hair and pulled, licking my neck and dragging her bottom teeth right after- a long a delicious graze.
“So, you think I’ll be easy?” I pushed the words out even though it was hard to concentrate.
My hand had gone still. I knew I’d cum if I did much more.
“I just think I’ve gotten use to restraining myself Avery.” She had my earlobe in her mouth and she was sucking on it, running her tongue behind my ear, talking soft.
I wanted to whine and moan but I didn’t. I wanted to put her hands where I wanted them but I practiced my own restraint. I was going to explode.
“I always want you far more than I show,” she said, gathered. “I’ve made a life out of watching you, wanting you, and waiting… Just waiting…”
“You shouldn’t have to wait. I’m yours.”
I lowered my legs and walked around her, letting my fingers run over her stomach as I passed. “You could take me.”
“I could, but why now?” She asked, stopping me just to push me back in the water and walk away first. “I’ve been so good,” I heard her say as she walked away fast.
“You didn’t ever need to be good.” I let myself fall away, into the water up to my chin.
“Your opinion,” she said as she walked inside the house and disappeared.
I let her go. I had to or I’d give in. She looked so good, water falling from her body as she walked. I went under the water and tried to calm myself and then I started to swim, doing as many laps as I could before I was tired.
She was still inside when I finished so I trudged to the stairs and got out of the pool, waiting until I’d dried off a little to go inside.
She’d moved our bags and I went in search of the bedroom. When I got there I found the bags neatly tucked in a corner and our things not in them. I opened the closet and saw that she’d put them away.