All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
Part 2: Desire Grows
As the weeks went on, I became more obsessed with Lizzie. I made sure I went to all of her soccer games to take in each moment of her performing on the field in her uniform. I picked her up after her practices just to have her body, glistening from two hours of working out, close to me in my car. I would pretend to need a toiletry item like deodorant in our shared bathroom while she was showering to take a passing glance at her perfect form through the steamed glass of the shower.
She seemed to enjoy the extra time we were spending together too. We would often watch TV together on weekends or weekday evenings. She would typically sit at one side of the sectional, and I would be at the other end. But recently, she would sit right next to me as we channel surfed. She would sit "Indian Style" in her short shorts and allow her lower thighs and knees to touch my legs occasionally. Sometimes, she would sit so close that our legs would touch the whole time. I typically would have a blanket over my groin to conceal my arousal. As far as I knew, she never noticed the expanding bulge in my pants.
Late one night after our folks went to bed we were watching an episode of "Friends." The volume was low--too low for Lizzie to hear. The remote was sitting next to me on sectional but instead of asking me for it, she stretched her legs over me and straddled me as she grabbed the remote herself. Her groin settled slowly down on top of mine. I could smell her sweet aroma. I glanced down and saw her cleavage through the V-neck of her Jersey knit shirt. She was not wearing a bra. She paused there for a moment, took the remote, and sat back next to me.
"Hey, what would you think of a 'Friends' episode where Ross and Monica hook up?" she asked.
"Ummm....I'm not sure. I don't think the network would go for that since they are siblings," I replied.
"Yeah, but they're young and good looking. I think it'd be hot--Ross totally railing Monica."
With that, she bounded off the couch while wishing me good night. I was simultaneously confused and excited by her statement to me. Was this her way of saying that she wanted me too? Was she attracted to me? I was just under six feet tall with light brown hair and blue eyes. I was also a three sport athlete in high school and kept up with a rigorous schedule at the gym in college. Maybe I was over thinking the situation? I truly didn't know which end was up anymore.
As fall came to a close and winter rolled in, things stayed pretty much the same. I would pick up Lizzie from cheerleading practice when I wasn't in class and went to the first basketball games of the season. I found myself volunteering to do laundry so that I could intoxicate myself with her scent from her clothing before starting the washing machine. I was completely obsessed.
During winter break, our family takes a ski trip with 3 other families that we grew up with. We look forward to it all year. It's 4 days of skiing hanging out with old friends that we see but once a year. We always rented a giant chalet with 10 bedrooms, 3 floors, and direct access to the ski lift that would rocket us to the summit of the mountain. What made it even better was the large jacuzzi style tub that was on the deck of the home. It looked out onto the beautiful mountain range that was our home for a few days. Plus a warm soak each night soothed muscles that were sore from hours of mogul skiing.
Each night after dinner, many of us would soak in the tub for hours, recapping the day's skiing highlights. The first night, Lizzie sat on the other side of the hot tub with the other girls. On the second night, she sat next to me. She was wearing a white string bikini that was a perfect contrast for her golden brown skin. I could see all the boys gawking at her as she slowly sunk into the hot tub and sat next to me.
She kept talking with the girls on the other side while sitting next to me. Initially, our bodies did not touch, but as she continued to chat with her friends she gradually slid closer to me to the point that our thighs lightly grazed each other in the swirling water. Each time our thighs glanced past each other, my cock would twitch. As the evening progressed, Lizzie settled in so close that our thighs were right up against each other. I was in absolute heaven. I pretended to doze in the warm water with my eyes closed, ignoring the senseless conversations of the other guys and just enjoying every moment of skin to skin contact with Lizzie.
After a thorough soaking in the hot tub, everyone started to drag their weary bodies out of the water and up to bed just as snow flurries started to meander down to the deck. Lizzie got out right before me with some of the other girls. Steam radiated from her tight little body while snowflakes turned from solid to liquid instantly as they landed on her soft skin. She winked at me before toweling off inside the chalet.
The third day of the trip boasted a clear blue ski with no wind. The snowfall from the previous evening left a fresh coat of powder on the slopes. We headed out at 8:00 a.m. sharp and banged the bumps all day long.
We returned to the chalet at about six, and after eating heartily, got in our suits and headed for the hot tub. Lizzie had gotten in first and didn't seem to notice me while she was chatting with one of the other girls. I sat down right next to her, the warm water immediately going to work on my fatigued muscles. I put my head back and closed my eyes. After a few minutes, Lizzie slid closer to me as more people got into the tub. Our thighs were again touching. I kept my eyes closed and relished every moment of the skin of our legs being gently pressed together in the crowded hot tub.
Lizzie kept chatting with the other girls and I actively ignored the idle chat of the other guys, pretending to rest my weary body. Lizzie was gesturing with her right hand during what appeared to be a lively conversation with her neighbor to her left.
I heard her right hand splash the water and saw it disappear below the surface. A moment later, her right hand was on my left inner thigh, just above my knee. I didn't move a muscle. She kept it there a few minutes and then started to make large, slow circles with her fingers along my inner thigh. It felt absolutely amazing. Her conversation continued with the girls as if nothing was happening.
My cock started to grow as the slow circles she made with her fingers got larger and ever closer to my erection, without actually touching it. I am sure she could feel the tension in my bathing suit material because I could see a mischievous smile appear on her face each time her fingers got close to my swollen rod.
