by Jamie Knight
She dove under the water and swam from one end of the pool to the other. She looked so heavenly in the water, her thick, flame-colored wet hair clinging to her body looking like vines.
I wondered how long I could keep up the lie about needing my food to digest before she started trying to get me to join her in the pool. The truth was that my hesitation in getting in the water had nothing to do with me being full. We had sat and talked for so long that my food wouldn't have caused any problems with my being in the water. And I was actually an excellent swimmer, so it wasn't that, either.
The real truth was that I didn't want her to see my scars. I wasn't prepared to have her look at me with pity. Or worse, I didn't want her to recoil in disgust. So, I made myself okay with sitting in a chair on the side of the pool watching her enjoy her swim.
And what an amazing sight of fucking perfection she was. The way that she glided through the water, her gorgeous frame like a swimsuit model’s, was mesmerizing. It was hard to keep my eyes off her. I wanted to reach out and touch her so bad.
I imagined what it would feel like to have my arms wrapped tightly around her body, to pull her close to me, to share another kiss with her.
And my dick started to stiffen at the thought. Fuck. Not this again. It appeared it wouldn’t be satisfied until it got what it wanted: Natalia.
Chapter 14 - Bradley
“It's been enough time for your food to have digested,” Natalia announced. “Are you sure you don't want to come in for a little swim? The water’s feeling really great.”
I smiled at her appreciatively.
“No, I'm good,” I said, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. “I'm just going to hang out here today. Maybe I'll join you another time.”
She pouted again, frowning in frustration.
“Bradley, I thought that you would be more fun than that,” she said, wagging her finger in my direction. She waded over to the stairs and stepped out of the pool. The water cascaded off of her beautiful, slender frame. The water flowed down her cleavage like rivulets. My eyes were glued to her breasts as she walked in my direction, her nipples hard underneath the tiny bikini that looked like it was going to burst from holding onto her breast so tightly.
“You sure you're okay?” she said, standing over me. “You look really uncomfortable.”
Her eyebrows were crumpled as a look of genuine concern covered her face.
I looked down and saw that my penis was standing at full attention inside my pants.
“Oh my God,” I said, thoroughly embarrassed. “I am so sorry.”
I felt betrayed by my body. I had been so turned on and focused on watching her that I hadn't even noticed that I was sporting a raging boner. I felt like the kid who had been caught trying to steal a cookie from the cookie jar.
She looked at me, confused.
“What do you mean? You don't have to apologize. I just thought that you might be more comfortable if the chair was in a better position.”
She pointed at the chaise lounge that I was sitting on. I felt embarrassed yet again. It wasn't my boner that she was concerned about; it was whether or not I was comfortable sitting in the chair. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was bad enough that I was getting so turned on by just watching her. I didn't need to add to that by having her view me as an old perverted man.
“Honestly, I didn't even notice it at all,” I told her. “I'm not even sure how to adjust it.”
I reached down and started trying to pull the lever that was on the side of the chair. It wouldn't budge. And I wasn't sure which direction I was supposed to be pulling it.
“Here, let me help you with that,” she said, leaning over to adjust the chair. “It can be a little tricky sometimes, but once you know how to work it, you'll have no problem adjusting it again.”
My eyes were glued to her chest as she bent over. She pulled hard on the lever because it was stuck, each hard pull causing her breasts to jiggle. I held my breath as I waited for one of them to pop out of her bikini top.
My mouth felt dry like I had a mouth full of cotton. My breathing became very shallow as I struggled to fill my lungs with enough air.
She gave it one hard pull and the chair opened up, allowing me to have more room for my legs. I thanked her for helping me. She looked up at me and smiled, catching my gaze. I think that she noticed me staring at her breasts, but I wasn't sure.
“I'm happy that I could help,” she said sweetly.
She leaned in so close that I could feel her breath hot on my face. For a moment, I was sure that she was going to kiss me. But, she didn't. She just stood in front of me, so close that her nose almost touched mine.
“M-me, too,” I stammered, swallowing hard.
“If there's anything else that I can help with, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. I would love to help you in any way I can. Any. Way,” she said, emphasizing the last two words.
Her voice had a gritty quality that I hadn't heard before. She sounded so seductive. It made me want to scoop her up in my arms and take her right there. I had to cross my legs to try to hide my rock hard dick that was threatening to escape from its home inside of my pants.
She was so fucking sexy. Since I knew that I couldn't have her, I knew that I was going to have to figure out a way to get some relief for the boner that wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Once again, I didn't want Natalia to see the erection that I had, so I waited for her to walk into the house before getting up. It seemed as if this was starting to be the story of our time together—me trying to hide the boners she gave me.
I waited a few beats after the door closed behind her before getting up myself. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, which probably wasn't very fast at all, as I hobbled without my cane, until I reached my room. I slammed the door and started pulling my pants off.
Natalia. Her name, her face, everything about her permeated my thoughts. I grabbed some baby oil that was on the table next to the bed and laid back on the back, my penis reaching for the sky. It was so hard, I could see a single vein throbbing on the side of it. I cupped my hand around the head of my dick, feeling it jump in response to my touch.
I wondered what it would feel like if her hands were on me. I squirted some baby oil into my hand and started gliding my hand up and down the shaft of my long, eight-inch dick. I closed my eyes, squeezing my shaft tightly. The only sound in the room was the hand moving up and down my dick, the slippery oil coating all as I rubbed.
I pumped my hips, pretending that I was digging deep into Natalia's wet pussy. I imagined her moaning as I pumped, slowly at first, then I picked up speed. I pushed my dick through the fingers of my cupped hand, imagining a tight grip of her pussy walls and groaning loudly as I came hard. Milky, white cum flowed from the head of my dick, coating my hand. I laid there, waves of relief washing over me as my penis returned to its normal, mellow state.
I felt so guilty having such strong, passionate thoughts about my best friend's daughter.
But, at the same time, I couldn't deny the truth that I was so turned on by her. I had a thought of the dating app that I had downloaded that morning. It might be a good idea for me to try out the app and see if I could find someone that I might be interested in.
Even if I didn't find someone that I wanted to marry, at the very least, I could find someone who could distract my mind from its hold on Natalia. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking of being with her—I needed to act my age and find a suitable woman to date.
Looking down at the sticky mess all over my hands, I knew that messiness couldn’t mirror real life. It needed to stay in the world of fantasy.
And, if I were being completely honest with myself, I probably wasn't going to open the app at all. Or if I did, the date would probably be a complete failure because there was no way I could get Natalie off my mind.
She was the only one that I burned for. I didn't want anyone else but her.
I w
as gonna need all the luck I could get.
Chapter 15 - Natalia
“Don't forget to bring my sweater. You keep forgetting it,” said Grace, on the other end of the phone.
I whirled around and grabbed the sweater from off my bed. I had almost walked out without it.
“I'm not going to forget it,” I said, trying to sound convincing.
“Okay, good. See you soon,” she said cheerfully.
I pressed the “end call” button on my cell phone and tossed it into the backpack that I was carrying before walking out of my bedroom.
“Heading out?” asked Bradley.
I hadn't noticed him sitting in the living room. He was looking at the classifieds in the newspaper.
“Yeah, for a bit,” I said, brushing my wild hair out of my face. “I'm going to hang out with my friends Grace. You're welcome to join us, if you'd like.”
I knew that Grace was going to want all the details about what had happened with Bradley. She would probably die of shock, though, if I brought him with me. But hey, that way, she could ask him all the questions that she wanted.
I paused, thinking more about that. She would do more than just ask questions. She would give him the third degree and ask uncomfortable, embarrassing questions. I knew I wasn't ready for that.
I still wasn't sure what was going to happen between Bradley and me, if anything. So, of course, I didn't want her ruining things by making it weird and making him feel more uncomfortable.
I immediately wished that I hadn't opened my big mouth and invited him, but it was too late. The words had already left my lips.
“No, that's okay,” he said, to my relief, while shaking his head. “I appreciate the invitation, but I'm sure that you and your friend wouldn't want some old man hanging around.”
He made a face that made him look like an old man with no teeth, causing me to laugh hard.
“You're not old,” I said pointedly. “You're seasoned, experienced. And experience is very sexy.”
I raised an eyebrow at him and smiled, hoping that he would catch my drift. If he did, he didn't let on at all. He had done a remarkable job at refraining from doing anything with me, but I knew deep down that he wanted to. It was only a matter of time.
“It's okay. I know I'm old,” he said. “But, I have some things that I need to take care of anyway. I need to find a job, so I'm spending the day working on my resume and finding possible positions that will work for me. You enjoy yourself, though.”
I felt torn. Part of me felt relieved that he had turned down my invitation to hang out with Grace, but another part of me wanted to spend the day with him. It’d been a couple of days since we grilled by the pool, and we had only had casual, jokey interactions since then.
Actually, I hadn’t seen much of him. I had started to suspect that he was avoiding me, but he seemed honestly busy. Dad had said Bradley was jump-starting his life again. I definitely could relate to that feeling, and I knew my dad could, too, after everything we’d been through with Mom dying.
I knew what it was like to feel overwhelmed and unsure, not knowing where to put your focus because everything seemed like just so… much. I was sure it was similar for Bradley, since he had been injured and lost his career and his whole life had changed, just like that.
I thought about cancelling my plans with Grace just so that I could hang out around the house. But, I decided against it, thinking that it might be a good idea to talk to Grace to figure out a strategy for moving things forward with Bradley.
Grace had always been great at giving me advice on what to do when it came to guys. I remember when I had a huge crush on Tommy Roberts during Freshman year. Tommy was head of the debate team at our high school and was class president. Everyone loved him.
It was extraordinary because most of the people who were on the debate team were bullied and called names for being academic nerds. But everyone had a lot of respect for Tommy. It might have had something to do with his charismatic smile and dazzling personality.
I remembered it all—there had been a dance coming up and it was the girls' turn to ask the guys out. I had never even been to a dance, let alone asked a guy out. Like many high school freshmen, I didn't know what to do.
Feeling helpless, I had asked Grace what she thought that I should do. She devised a plan that was foolproof. Back then, I wasn't sure if she knew what she was talking about, or if her suggestions would work, but I figured it was worth a shot.
“Here's what you do,” she said. “Go up to him and compliment him. On anything. It doesn't matter what it is. Then, when he responds, tell him that you remember when he won the last debate and how sexy he was. From there, he'll be putty in your hands. Find a way to nonchalantly ask him if he has plans for the dance. If he says no, ask him if he wants to go with you. I promise you it will work.”
I had all kinds of doubts, but I still did exactly as she had instructed. Much to my surprise, he said yes. And it was a magical night. We had so much fun, dancing the night away. Tommy had been such a gentleman.
I had been a virgin and still am. And I couldn’t say that my connection with Tommy was enough to make me want to lose that—I hadn’t ever wanted to lose it until just recently when I met Bradley. I feel like he’d know exactly what to do with it, whereas all the guys my age wouldn’t.
But still, Tommy was nice and it was a great date. After the dance, we talked a few more times and then ended up just being cordial to each other. From that point on, I didn't question Grace's advice on much of anything.
I pulled into the mall parking lot and spotted Grace right away. She stood at the front doors, waving excitedly. I couldn't help but laugh at how eager she seemed to see me. I know that the main reason was because she was wanted to know how things had been going with Bradley.
I hadn't gone into detail about much of anything on purpose. I wanted to save all of the juicy details for when we had time to be together. It probably was for the best that Bradley hadn't joined us because Grace would have probably exploded, wondering what had happened between us.
I parked and got out of the car. Before I had a chance to even get to the sidewalk, Grace was all over me.
“So, tell me what happened!”
“Geez, can we greet each other first,” I said, toying with her. She ignored me, though.
“I need to know everything,” she said in a high-pitched squeal.
“Alright, alright,” I said, trying to quiet her down. “Let's go inside and grab some smoothies. We can sit and talk then.”
A few people were looking on at us curiously, obviously wondering what was going on. I locked my arm into Grace's and we walked inside, arm-in-arm.
“So, what have you been up to?” I asked, hoping to change the subject for a minute.
“Nothing new,” she said. “Just the same old stuff: parents breathing down my neck about what I'm going to do with my life. Me having panic attacks trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. And my best friend having some secret love affair that she won't tell me about.”
“You're being really dramatic,” I said, laughing. “I swear to you, there is no love affair going on here.”
“So, you still aren't going to tell me anything yet?” she whined. She had the saddest look in her eyes like a puppy begging for a treat.
“You really just aren't going to let this go, are you?” I sighed.
I had never seen her so eager. She was usually more patient. I think that the extra pressure that her parents had been putting on her was starting to wear Grace down. It was then that I really looked at her and saw how worn she looked.
Her hair looked uncombed. She had bags under her eyes like she hadn't slept in days. I felt bad. I realized that this trip to the mall was probably more than just the average trip to the mall, like the many that we had taken in the past when we were carefree.
This was probably her window of peace, her chance to get out of the house and
have a minor distraction. So, I decided not to make her wait to hear about what had been going on.
“Okay, well, we kissed,” I said, waiting for her reaction.
“What?” she asked, shocked. She paused for a moment and stared at the ground, trying to process things.
“Yeah, but it's not how you think,” I said.
“What do you mean, ‘it's not how I think’? There's really not a whole lot of explanation. It’s a kiss. That's pretty straightforward.”
“Yes and no,” I said, trying to explain. “He's a mechanic by trade. That's what he did in the military. He told me that he could help me fix my car and I told him that he could. Well, we went to the auto parts store to pick up a couple of things that he said that we would need to fix the car and the guy behind the counter was being disgusting. He was some super cheesy guy who kept flirting with me. I was trying to brush him off, but then he made a comment basically saying that Bradley was my dad. And I was so embarrassed. So, I decided to make the counter guy feel embarrassed by kissing Bradley. I wasn't even thinking it all the way through when I did it. I just went in for the kiss.”
“Oh my God! That's crazy! What did he say?” she said, leaning in for my answer. I could tell that any stress she may have had from her parents was now a distant memory.
“He actually didn't say anything at all,” I said, frowning. “At first, it was like he was frozen when I kissed him. But, after a little while, he started to kiss me back. And I don't think that he was trying to make the counter guy feel embarrassed or anything. I think that he genuinely enjoyed the kiss. But, then, that was it. We left the store and neither one of us mentioned it again. We fixed the car and had dinner. I suggested a swim after dinner, but I ended up swimming alone.”
Grace frowned. It wasn't the love story that she was hoping for. It was actually pretty anti-climatic.
“At least, you did something,” said Grace, shrugging.
“Thanks,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “I just wish that something more would have happened, you know? I'm not even sure what I was hoping for. Or that I should even be hoping for anything. I mean, he is my dad's friend. If anything were to happen between us, I'm not too sure ol’ James would be happy about it.”