Chapter 3: Tom Walker
Tom Walker drove his pickup truck slowly down the dusty road, trying to think. He grimaced as Britney Spears threw her voice into the third chorus of "Oops! I Did it Again." God, he hated that song! His finger hovered over the buttons, though, as he remembered how much Jess had loved it, and how often he'd heard her singing it in her yard, as he passed her house on the way home. That was almost 6 years ago. The memory brought a smile to his face. Hell, most memories of Jessica brought smiles to his face! Now he actually wished he had that song on tape, so he could play it for her during their date.
His truck was clean, inside and out, and as presentable as rust and primer would allow. He'd spent a half hour wiping the tires down with tire shine, and they glistened unnaturally beneath the dented fenders, like diamonds in a pile of...dirt. He laughed at the thought. His hair was combed, for probably the second time in a week, and he suspected he looked pretty decent, for one of Mrs. Walker's errant sons.
He'd left his place almost an hour early, though the drive to Jess's family home was only 15 minutes, at best. It really wasn't like him to be so prompt, but he couldn't sit around the newly-cleaned little house any longer, and another shower was likely to have the same results the first one did!
He couldn't get the image out of his mind, of her in the creek today, and of the way her wet bra and panties wrapped around her body like...well, like his hands would, if she'd allow it. He remembered the feel of her, as he pulled her into his arms after fooling her with that old 'drowning trick.' Her nipples had been so hard and tight against that sheer material, and when she dived under the water, the last thing he saw was the sparse hair of her pussy, matted up against the almost translucent window of her panties.
He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. His cock was hardening again, despite his recent attempts at relieving his sexual tension. He'd really had to control his urges this afternoon, watching her frolic in the water and on the little beach. He wondered if she felt the sexual charge in the air, as well. "Nah!" he muttered to himself. She'd been friendly, but kind of distant, as if she was afraid to encourage him. Not like the Jess of their high school days!
Pulling up to the house, he pushed his insistent hard-on against one leg, and killed the motor. He looked at the house just as the door banged open and Jessica bounded onto the porch, clad only in a big fluffy towel. Her hair was wet, and she instantly brought back those memories of this afternoon. Grinning at him impishly, she shouted, "Hey! Come on in, Tom. I'm just about ready!" With that, she turned and scooted back into the house.
Damn! At this rate, he'd be lucky if he could walk! Taking a long deep breath, he headed for the house.
The house was quiet, save for the radio playing upstairs in her bedroom. Tom took a seat on the sofa to wait, his thoughts a jumble. He wondered if Mitch knew he'd asked Jess out, and thought he probably did, by now. He hadn't mentioned it to their mother, but she had a way of knowing these things. Between she and Wanda O'Grady, not much got by them. If she knew, Mitch knew.
"That's okay," he said almost under his breath. "It'll keep him wound up, that's for sure!"
"What was that?" Jessica asked, walking into the room. She wore a pair of yellow shorts and a cotton blouse, with tennis shoes. She looked as fresh as a spring day.
Tom looked up in surprise, but tried to hide it by saying, "I said I liked you better in the first outfit."
He winked at her, but she wasn't fooled. She studied him intently for a moment, and then shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, well," she said, turning. Over her shoulder she winked back at him. "You coming, then, or are you gonna sit there and mutter all evening?" In three steps she was at the door. Tom gave chase, taking her arm as she was leaving the last porch step.
"Hey. Isn't this a date?" he asked. "Hell, girl. You're not supposed to be giving me a bunch of orders. At least, not until you give me something to work for." He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. His lips went to the area of her neck just behind her ear, and he kissed her quickly.
Jessica pulled herself away, shaking her head as she slipped from his grasp. She stopped, and turned to face him.
"You call that a kiss?"
She broke into laughter at his expression, and turned to run as he reached for her. He was too quick for her, though, and pulled her against him once more. Her laughter died as their lips met, and they melted into one another's embrace.
