I wasn't planning on what happened.
Ok, so maybe I kind of was. I always caught him looking at me, and I guess I DID think he was kind of a cutie. Not that I was ever going to go anything about it. He was one of my younger brother's friends, which made him off-limits according to our little neighborhood code.
Plus, ever since I went away to college three years ago, I rarely saw my brother let alone his friends. But I needed to get out of the damn dorms next year. That meant spending the summer at home, working at some restaurant, and saving my ass off. After all that I could even hope to have enough money for an apartment next semester. So things being as they were, I thought this summer was going to suck. And it just might have, if it werenโt for what happened last weekend.
It all started in the midst of my parents annual 4th of July party. Things are just plain insane on that day. My entire extended family plus friends, neighbors, and God only knows who else crowding our house and yard. I'd just had about enough of chasing my little cousins around the lawn, and was going to pass out from heat exhaustion of I didnโt get into the pool A.S.A.P. I ran up to my room to change into my bathing suit, and right when I had stripped down to nothing, my door flew open. In bolted Lane, swimming trunks in hand. You should have seen the look of total shock on his face. What the hell? This wasn't a freaking resort hotel! Was he surprised to find me in my own room?
I stared back at him. Lane---About 6'3,'' 170-175, skinny but toned---face of an angel. Nineteen years old, he still had that look-at-me-I-wanna-be-punk style going, but actually kinda worked for him. This summer he bleached the tips of his spiky black hair and died them blood red. A few holes in each ear, his eyebrow and his tongue pierced. And as always he was wearing one of those leather metal-studded dog collar-lookin things around his neck. But this time with no shirt I could see the tight abs on his flat stomach, and his little happy trail disappearing down underneath his dark baggy jeans. I was just about drooling, before I came to my senses.
"Jesus Christ!!" I shrieked, suddenly grabbing my towel, trying to cover my completely nude body. "Close the fucking door!" I mean hell, it was bad enough that he saw me. I didn't need half of Lower Michigan to see my bare ass as well.
He did close the door, all right. But not before first stepping inside. Lane walked slowly toward me, with a smile on his face that would make the Cheshire Cat's look like a frown.
"What are you..." My voice trailed off, as Lane's hands came up and touched my face. They were so soft. He brushed aside my long blonde hair, and caressed each cheek, then down my neck--the whole time his deep green eyes burning into mine. I tried to look away, but Lane put his hand under my chin and gently tilted my face up to his. His lips brushed mine, and I felt a jolt go through my body like I'd never felt before. Lane pressed his body against me, and I could feel his hard cock even through the thick material of his jeans. I put my arms around his body.
I felt Lane's tongue lick gently at my lips, and I parted them, but he didn't move inside. He stopped, stepped back, and looked at my body. I didn't even realize I had dropped my towel, and I was about to grab for it again, until I felt his soft hands again against my quivering skin. He ran his fingers up my bare sides, over my stomach, and then gently over my breasts, cupping them in his hands. I felt his palms scraping my nipples softly. I didn't want to wait any longer. I took one of his hands and slid it down my stomach, until I felt his palm brush my totally shaven pussy. I knew he had to feel how swollen and wet I was. I let out a little whimper. Lane jumped back, startled.
I looked in to his eyes. Something was wrong. Couldn't this boy see how badly I wanted him? "Lane...?" I took a step back toward him. "Whatโs wro--"
"I've never been with a girl before," he blurted out, before I could even finish. "I've never even really touched a girl," he said quietly, looking down at his feet.
Oh my God, was all I could think. How in the hell could a guy who looked like this still be a virgin at nineteen? I could see the lust still on his face as he looked back up at me, waiting for me. Waiting for something from me.
"Hey Lane? Where the fuck'd you go?!" I heard my brother's voice call from downstairs.
Lane grabbed his suit off the floor. "Dude! Hang on! Can't I freakin' change?" In one quick motion Lane kicked off his shoes, and yanked down both his jeans and his boxers. I caught a glimpse of the dark shadow of his closely trimmed pubic hair and his still rock hard erection before he slipped into his trunks, and out of my door.
I smiled to myself, wondering if he was planning on swimming in his socks.
Ten o'clock was the designated time for my step-dad's "famous" fireworks display. So, by quarter to ten the whole fiesta had headed out onto the driveway to watch, and I had retreated out to the backyard to hide. Perfect chance to chill in the hot tub by myself, I thought. That is, untill I got back there.
Walking around the corner of the deck, I could see a dark head of wet hair resting back against the Jacuzzi. Goddamnit, if Uncle Ralph had fallen asleep in there again I was gonna be pissed. For as big as he was, the man really couldn't hold his party punch.
But it wasn't Uncle Ralph. Even in the almost pitch dark, I could see it was Lane -- the light from a tiki-lamp casting the shadow of his adorable face. Without even a thought, I stripped down to my bikini, and slid into the hot tub beside my prey. But he didn't move. His eyes closed he didn't even notice someone had joined him. I just sat there for a moment, simply enjoying the feel of the hot bubbling water massaging my skin. I watched as droplets of water collected on the baby-smooth skin of his chest.
I couldn't hold back for long. "Lane..." I whispered, and impulsively I leaned in and brushed my lips softly against his. His green eyes opened, and looked directly into mine. Lane's started to get up, and his mouth opened as if he were about to speak. But I stopped him, touching my finger gently over his parted lips.
"Shhh, sweetie. You're not going to let you get away from me again." I smiled at him, caressing his cheek with my fingertips. He smiled back, a bit shyly, and sat back down. That was all the encouragement I needed.