Julian opened his eyes, and rolled onto his stomach so he didn't have to block the sun with his arm. He rested his head on a mound of grass and listened to Kevin explain a story loudly to his girlfriend, Anna. Kevin was lounging awkwardly on her lap in a hammock in a large back yard. He tried not to watch them too much, kissing each other's necks and play-biting. He also tried to avoid staring too blatantly at the other girl leaned against a tree next to him. Her name was Carmen, and it was all Julian could do to not turn his head to see up her skirt whenever she shifted her legs.
Julian and Carmen had met in school two weeks before summer vacation started. He had danced with her at a small basement party, and she gave him sips from a bottle of rum. When he nearly coughed the second one up, she laughed (in a friendly way, thankfully), and told him to find her for a dance after he got it under control. She walked back into the crowd, shifting her hips to the music.
She could dance. When the blues cover band played a completely drunken cover of Black Dog, she turned to him and slung her right arm over his shoulder, rubbing his neck. He placed his hand on her waist and pulled her close enough to feel the heat from between legs on his. Carmen circled her hips hard into him, and Julian looked down to see that she was wearing a short skirt. He could feel her warm thighs through his thin pant leg. She dug her hips and crotch into him. Watching her face as she swayed and danced against him, he thought she must be the most beautiful girl he'd ever met.
The party got crashed by the cops, and Julian hadn't had the chance to see her alone for the rest of the school-year. When Kevin invited them both to stay with him and his girlfriend, he could hardly hide his excitement. Lying in Kevin's back yard, eyeing Carmen's long legs up and dangerously close to her underwear, Julian wondered if she was thinking the same things he was. He wanted to lean over to her and kiss her legs and up to her breasts while the couple next to him watched. He thought about pulling her panties off with his teeth; about licking her from her ankles to her vagina. He wondered if she had shaved before coming to Kevin's.
Julian glanced at Carmen's face, and when they made eye contact, he knew that she had seen him ogling her for minutes. He was embarrassed, and looked back to Kevin and Anna, obliviously kissing and laughing with each other. He looked back at Carmen (and mentally slapped himself in the head for being so uncool about the whole situation). He figured she would just ignore him, and continue gazing off into the neighbor's yard and pretend to not listen to the love birds next to them. Carmen was staring off into space, but she slowly leaned back. She spread her legs a little, giving Julian a full view of her purple and black-striped panties.
Julian smiled, suddenly shy. He could feel his penis getting hard against his leg. While Kevin and Anna flirted, Julian watched Carmen slowly hook her hand under her thigh and cautiously touch her pussy through her underwear. Her gaze hardly moved from the neighboring yard, and her body stayed in a relaxed, slouched position as her fingers teased her panty-line, just barely exposing a shaved lips. Julian wanted to fuck her right there, in front of their friends. He wanted to push her onto the grass and spread her legs and tongue-fuck her until she came. He wanted to feel her hot insides tightening around his cock as he thrust into her body.
Carmen slowly slid an index finger into herself, and looked Julian directly in the eyes. As he stared back at her, she slowly brought the finger up to her mouth, sucked it in and pulled it out slowly.
"Whoa! What's going on over here, guys?" chirped Kevin. Julian gasped, and looked up innocently. Carmen played it entirely cool; she didn't even cross her legs.
"Oh, I'm sorry Kevin, was I not listening to your funny story closely enough?"
"Ouch," Kevin faked hurt. "Well I'll think of a funnier one for next time, but right now..." he clumsily got off of his girlfriend's lap, "We have to go prepare dinner." Julian didn't want to stand up right away since he was completely hard, but he figured no one but Carmen would be looking. He stood, hunched a little, and followed his three friends inside.
Julian was on desert duty. Anna handed him a small knife and bowl of cherries to seed. Anna and Kevin were working on battering and frying cod fish fillets. Carmen was pouring rice into a steamer, and cutting up spinach to sauté.
The friends chatted happily about summer plans, college plans, movies, what music to play on the stereo, cooking, their respective sex lives (and lack of) for a long time until Anna realized that they had forgotten to buy wine for the meal. After some playful arguing it was decided that as Kevin was the only one with a fake ID, and Anna was the only one who knew anything about wine, that they would go together and leave the desert preparation to Carmen and Julian (whose stomach turned to knots upon hearing this decision).
When the lovers were finished putting on their shoes and saying goodbye, Carmen looked up from her chopped spinach and smiled to Anna.
"See you later, girl."
When she was done with the spinach, Julian asked her if she would cook the custard, which pretty much just involved stirring egg yolk, sugar and cream on the stove for nearly an hour. They agreed to switch off stirring shifts every ten minutes. Carmen stood at the stove first, stirring a pot of runny yellow custard while Julian cut fruit at the counter. He wanted to chat with her about random life shit, but knew they had nothing to say to each other. They wanted to fuck.
He knew that he could either make a move now, and if he didn't she would make a move later. This is no time for insecurities, he told himself, pushing his large knife through a cantaloupe. He glanced over his shoulder at the beautiful woman. She was stirring the custard with her right hand, and flipping through the iPod on the counter. He watched her place it back in the speaker dock and press play.
He recognized the muted guitar intro of Black Dog and his breath got caught in his windpipe. Carmen didn't look in his direction as she began slowly gyrating her hips smoothly to the rhythm of the song.
A guy in his position couldn't ask for a much more blatant invitation, he thought. He started getting hard, thinking about what he might do to her in the next few minutes, but played it cool. He was going to finish cutting all of the fruit before he approached her. But he was going to do it fast, before his friends came back.
Julian hacked away the cantoloupe, strawberries, grapes and cherries before the song was over. He put all the fruit in a bowl and rinsed his hands before walking over the Carmen.
