Amy listened to the drone of music in her ears as her skin prickled under the hot sun. She pulled at her bikini top, trying to get as much of her meager cleavage in the sun as she could. The heat felt good on her skin. Drops of sweat ran down her back and slid onto the lounge chair underneath her. As much as she hated the idea of tanning beds, she loved being outside in the fresh air. If she had to be stuck at her parents house for the summer, at least she could work on her tan.
"Morning!" a voice called from across the fence, cutting through the drone of her music.
Instinctively, Amy went to cover herself, accustomed to sunbathing in the nude at her top floor apartment at school and shocked to hear a voice in such a vulnerable state. Even in the bikini, she was fairly exposed in the backyard. "Mr. Myer?" she asked, looking at the handsome face leaning over the fence. She hadn't seen him since she'd left for college two years earlier. He looked different, though she couldn't place exactly why. His face was fuller, perhaps, or maybe it the confidence in his smile. Either way, she was concerned that he'd been leering at her over the fence for longer than she had known.
"Please, Amy, call me Greg. I was wondering if your mom and dad were home?"
Amy was flustered. When she had been the Myer's babysitter, she'd often thought of Greg looking at her inappropriately. He'd never done anything, but Amy had felt his lingering eye. "No, actually, they went into town to do some shopping."
Greg frowned. "Oh, well, I'll try to catch them later. You can let them know though, Victoria and I would like to have them over for a little dinner party. You're welcome to come as well, but I can't imagine it would be much fun for a girl like you."
"A girl like me?"
"Sure, you probably want to be off spending time with your friends. Not listening to your parents and two other old farts talk about their jobs." Greg moved slightly away from the fence. Sitting up, Amy could see his full body. He wasn't the hunched and pasty man she remembered, but broad shouldered and handsome. "Let them know I asked about them, won't you?"
"Ok, Mr. Myers."
"Please, it's Greg!"
She heard the back door of the Myer's house open and shut. Amy shrugged and made a mental note to mention it to her parents later. The Myers had never been particularly friendly with her parents while she'd lived at home, but she'd been gone for a while. Maybe they'd started a friendship over empty nest syndrome since the Myer's daughter was about to leave for college as well. She thought it might be good for her parents to expand their social circles a little. Amy rolled over to her back and untied the bikini. She also tugged down her bottoms a little, wanting to get as much sun on her ass as she could. She had other things on her mind, after all.
Amy didn't leave the backyard until almost noon. Her skin had not burned, but it had an singed feeling to it that was unpleasant enough to be noticeable. She took a long, cold shower to wash away the sweat and lotion and confined herself to her room to apply the rest of her makeup. All the while, her phone dinged with messages from her boyfriend, Sam. He was stopping in town in the middle of a road trip to visit her. She knew this was her last chance to seal the deal with him. She liked Sam, but he'd been hesitant to advance their physical relationship and college romances rarely survived a full summer apart. She picked out the perfect top and a pair of jean shorts she could barely fit in. They expertly showed off her ass. As she examined herself in the mirror, she thought of Sam peeling her out of those tiny shorts while his hands moved up her bare stomach.
Her mind inexplicably turned to Greg again. She'd never found him remotely attractive until that morning. Sam was nice, but his body was that of a college boy, still a bit thin and wiry, not a full grown man. For a brief moment, Amy imagined what it would be like to have Greg Myer hovering over her, bare chested, his masculine hands squeezing her firm little tits. Her stomach fluttered at the idea. As quickly as the thought intruded, it dissipated into concerns about a possible blemish cropping up on her chin.
Amy spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around the house, texting her friends, and watching television. When her parents returned, they asked about her day. She intentionally did not mention seeing Greg morning. His voice continued to lilt in her head and visions of him danced before her eyes in moments of unwanted thought. She felt that telling her parents about his benign invitation to a dinner party was some kind of intrusion of privacy. He'd seen her hot and glistening with sweat in the morning sun. The more she thought about it, the more sure she became that his eyes had been filled with lust for her young, supple body. She hoped it frustrated him, and she hoped that her own frustrations would be evident to her boyfriend.
She had an early bite to eat with her parents before Sam arrived to pick her up. After thwarting her parents attempts to meet him, she hopped into his car, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and cast a lingering eye on the Myer house as they drove away.
***
Sam opened the car door for her as they left the restaurant. They spent dinner gossiping about mutual acquaintances from college, movies they'd seen, and nonsense they'd read on Twitter. Amy didn't eat. She ordered an appetizer that she nibbled at, but mostly she watched Sam eat. He apologized for his hunger, but he'd been in the car most of the day and hadn't had an opportunity for lunch. Amy smiled at him and called it cute, but the way he woofed down his meal seemed childish. He constantly wiped his mouth and even dripped some sauce on his shirt. Amy tried to not let it bother her.
Amy watched her boyfriend walk around and get in the driver's seat.
He looks so frail. So small. Are all the guys at school like that? Have I been surrounded by them for all this time and not noticed?
She couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but something about Sam lacked the gravity she so desperately wanted in a man. Still, she had her goal for the night. As they started to drive, she reached over and put her hand on his inner thigh. Sam squirmed uncomfortably. They'd made out before, and in a deep, drunken haze their kissing had progressed to heavy petting. She tried to remember what his hands felt like on her breasts, but looking at them gripping the steering wheel, they looked small and probably clammy.
How could I be dating this guy? He eats like an overgrown infant and has the body of a pimply teenager.
A faint ache in her core let her put aside those concerns. Amy had not had sex in four months, three of which had been with Sam. She did not consider herself a sexually aggressive person, but she also couldn't deny how horny she'd become over the past month.
"Hey, Sam, there's a nice spot over on that hill where I used to hang out as a teenager. It could be nice to go to and talk."
Sam looked a little wary. "Ok, where do I turn?"
Amy gave him directions up a little dirt road through a small copse of trees which broke at the top of a hill. As promised, it was an ideal spot to look out over the town. Sam turned the car around and backed it up to the top of the hill. They climbed out and went to the back of the car. Sam opened the hatch, and they took seats beside one another in the relatively spacious cargo area. Amy pulled down her top slightly, to better show off her chest. Sam swung his legs as he looked at his phone. "Sam, it's pretty private up here, don't you think?"
"I guess. How'd you find this place anyway?"
"We used to drive around a lot as teenagers. Figured out that no one comes up here after dark. Meant we could get away with pretty much anything."
Sam didn't respond, instead he held up a picture of a cat that he found amusing. Amy put her hand on his thigh once again, and he put down his phone. He leaned in and kissed her. It was sloppy and wet. Amy tried to recall the last time they'd made out, but it was difficult because they usually only saw one another after being out drinking for a while. Their kiss goodbye at the end of the semester had been a friendly peck on the lips, not a full kiss. Amy had expected to feel attracted to him. She had wanted to lose herself in the touch of his lips on hers. She wanted to feel his strength as his arms wrapped around her body. Instead, she received a clumsy, wet kiss. As she moved her hand up to his crotch, Sam squirmed away and broke the kiss.
"Something wrong?" she asked, barely managing to hide her impatience.
"Look, Amy, I know you probably want our relationship to go to the next level. Physically, that is, but if it's ok, I'd like to wait."
Amy failed to hide her disbelief as she choked back a laugh. "We have been waiting. We've been dating for months and other than fooling around a little, you've barely touched me."
Sam's cheeks were red. "I like you, Amy, but I think it's important that we save that moment until we're both ready."
"Are you fucking serious?" Amy didn't care about the hurt look on his face. She went to the gym, spent hours in the sun, picked out the perfect clothes, and he was turning her down. "You don't want to have sex with me? Right now. That's what I want, Sam. I like you. I want you to throw me in the back of your car and screw me until my toes curl. And you're telling me you want to wait for that?"
"Can't we talk about this? More calmly?" He stood up and walked away from the car.
In the rising moonlight, Amy saw him for what he was. She'd ignored most of the issues over the past few months. Having a boyfriend was comfortable. She liked spending time with him. But this wasn't a man who could take care of her or love her or even work up the courage to fuck her. She guessed at his reasons, maybe religion, maybe nerves and inexperience, or maybe some deep rooted issues with intimacy. Whatever it was, she didn't care. She wasn't a martyr and had no obligation to spend her time fixing Sam for the next woman in line. Her boyfriend was an overgrown child that couldn't satisfy her. "Let's go."
