I was walking around the small park in the housing development where I lived, my not-too-short skirt swishing about my thighs as I lazily walked. There was a slight breeze that felt wonderful on the skin that was bared from my halter top in the summer heat. I by-passed the small walkway that would've taken me back around the park and continued on the sidewalk, taking the left that would point me towards home, and have me pass by the three houses closest to the park.
He was outside, mowing his lawn. I'd seen him in the neighborhood before, but I never took much notice of him. I don't know what made this time any different, but I slowly stopped walking and stood in front of his yard and watched him. The muscles in his back bunching, releasing, pushing and pulling all at once to get the job done. He was shirtless, he often was, but that fact didn't often cross my mind.
He was muscled, but not in a bulky body builder way. He had defined arms, a strong back and shoulders, with a nicely define stomach. He didn't have a six pack, or something like that, but more like a washboard stomach with well chiseled lines. His hair was short, and at the moment, sweat soaked. His legs were long, his height easily reaching five ten or five eleven. Not the tallest man in the world, but still taller than my own five four stature.
It took me a moment to realize that he had stopped mowing at that he was patiently waiting for me to take notice of his attention. His dark golden eyes looking over my body as I had been looking over his. I felt self-conscious for only a moment until I remembered that recently, anyone with a pair of eyes had been looking me over just as he was. I mentally rolled my eyes. My eighteenth birthday had been almost two months ago, a big enough event for my family that we swarmed the local park down by the lake for the celebration. There was even an article written about it in the local newspaper.
When he finished taking his look, his eyes sliding up to mine, I felt a small moment of dizziness. His eyes, so golden, seemed to burn into mine with a passion that I had never before felt -- including from past boyfriends. His eyes sent a small shiver of excitement down my spine. He smiled, an easy, slow-as-molasses smile that made my knees a tiny bit weak. I smiled back, shyly, my cheeks flushing.
"How're you doing today, Raevyn?" Oh, his voice was pure heaven. A smooth baritone with just a hint of a rough sounding bedroom voice.
"I'm doing ok, Mr. Bridges." I managed to reply. His smile changed so subtly into a smirk that I thought I imagined the smile in the first place.
"Just 'ok'?" I nodded mutely. "Well, what say you let me help you with that?" My eyes widened slightly. Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting?
"Alright, Mr. Bridges." His smirk took on a wicked twist.
"Let me just put my lawn mower away. You can go ahead and go inside, help yourself to some lemonade if you'd like. I'll just be a minute." I nodded, smiling softly as I walked up his driveway to his porch. Before I entered his home I watched him as he put away his lawn mower. His shoulders bunching and releasing as he walked, pushing the machine to the side of his house. I took a deep breath once he turned around the corner and let myself into his house, determined to look around for a minute before he came back.
His house was what I always pictured it to be, if I had to, that is. There was a large screen TV in the living room with a surrounding entertainment center with speakers, a DVD player and CD player. He had his own collection of DVDs, some action movies, comedies and a few romances with the occasional horror film thrown in. There was a dark green couch and a match love seat with a small black table in the center for drinks and things.
His dinning room had a matching black table with six black padded chairs around it. His kitchen was like the kitchen in all of the other homes in the housing development -- a lot of counter space and cabinet room with an island in the middle of the kitchen to help with cooking. The only difference that I could see is that he had removed the white counter surfaces and replaced them with a dark, lush green to match his décor. His pots and pans that were hanging from the ceiling, were also black. His fridge black and silver.
His bathroom was bare, but that was to be expected since it was the bathroom that was downstairs. I had just walked back out of the bathroom when the front door opened and he walked into his house. He smiled at me.
"Taking a look around?" I blushed lightly at having been caught and nodded. His smile grew. "Wait 'till you see upstairs. My favorite room is up there." As he walked by me into the kitchen I could've sworn he winked at me. I could feel butterflies in my stomach already. I took a deep breath and followed him into the kitchen were he was pouring two glasses of lemonade for us. He handed me one while he put the pitcher away.
"So, Raevyn, tell me a little bit about yourself. Something that they didn't cover in that article. Something that all of your neighbors around here know." I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. What exactly did he want to know? He must've read the article already, so what could I tell him? And things the neighbors didn't know? My face must have looked funny because he started laughing. My face started to flush again and I took a sip to cover up my embarrassment. I was always told my face looked funny when I was concentrating too hard on something.
"Raevyn, you shouldn't have to think too hard about how to answer that question." He said, smiling.
"Well, Mr. Bridges-"
"Please. Call me Mike." I nodded.
"Well, Mike... I don't like it when people ask such open and vague questions. I'd like for them to be specific so that it'd be easier to answer." He smiled, that wicked twist entering his smile again.
"Alright, Raevyn." He set down his glass and came to stand behind me. He took my glass from me and set it on the counter, his hands coming down to rest lightly on my hips as he slowly pressed against my back. "Tell me, Raevyn. What's the farthest you've even gone with a boy?"
My face flushed as I tried to answer with out embarrassing myself. "I've had sex, if that's what you mean. Though it wasn't anything spectacular. He didn't really know what he was doing and there was a lot of fumbling around, to be honest. And, when he finally managed to get it right and he was able to, uhm, get in me, I didn't really feel anything because he was just small, I guess." Mike made a sympathetic noise from the back of his throat.
"My poor darling. Having to put up with a fumbling boy who knows nothing about what he's doing." One of his hands moved down from my hip to slowly slide up my bare thigh and underneath my skirt. My breath hitched slightly as I looked down to watch his hand, now covered up by my skirt, move across my skin.
"What's the most adventurous thing that you've ever done with a boy in bed?" he murmerd against my ear.
"Honestly? The only adventurous thing he knew how to do was biting. I didn't suggest anything else because I didn't want to scar him for life."
"And what would you have suggested, Raevyn?" My face flushed a brighter red, my cheeks burning.
