My step-dad insisted that if I stayed with him and mom for the summer that I had to get a job, but I knew it was my last chance… my absolutely last chance to have a free-from-responsibilities summer before I finished my bachelor’s degree and went to medical school. As a compromise, my parents agreed to let me take a summer class or two at a regional campus of the university I attended and, not incidentally, stay with my dad for the summer. He, at least, didn’t mind my pursuit of hedonism all summer.
Of course at the beginning of the summer my definition of ‘hedonism’ was pretty tame. I intended to stay up late watching Science Fiction movies or reading Stephen King novels, sleep until noon, eat waffles for lunch, swim all afternoon in our backyard pool, eat fast-food for dinner, take an evening class or two, and do it all over again the next day. I know, I know, I am a real rebel.
I arrived at dad’s late on Saturday afternoon and pulled my Mustang convertible into the driveway next to dad’s Triumph TR6. My black hair was a mess from the wind tugging it out of my ponytail so I took a minute to try to tidy myself before getting out of my car and going to my dad. I found him talking to the neighbor over the low shrubs that marked the border between their properties. I popped the trunk to get my duffle bag, but my dad called me over to him.
“Hey, kiddo. How was the drive?” my dad asked.
“The best kind: uneventful,” I said, grinning. “I may have barely avoided some speeding tickets. You know I can’t resist driving fast with the wind in my hair!” I laughed, running my hand through my dark hair again trying to smooth it down.
“You get a ticket, you pay for it!” he said, his hands on my shoulders. I smiled into his eyes, the same intense pale blue as my own, before he pulled me into a big bear hug.
“I know, I know.” I said, hugging him back just as fiercely.
“I want you to meet our new neighbor,” dad said, turning my attention to the man he’d been talking to.
I couldn’t hide a gulp at my first close-up view of the man who stood behind a push-mower. He had to be at least 6’4″ and was built like an olympic swimmer: long arms, big hands, powerful chest tapering into narrow hips. His light brown hair was thick and curly, plastered against his neck by sweat. He smiled at me and I blushed.
“Scott, this is my daughter Eileen,” my dad introduced him. “Eileen, this is Scott Rivers, our new neighbor.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Eileen,” Scott said, his voice a deep baritone, before he wiped his right palm on his shorts and held his hand out for me to shake. Our hands touched and I felt lightning fly up my shoulder in response. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m sure you know your dad likes to brag.”
“Nice to meet you, neighbor,” I said, grinning and blushing like a schoolgirl. “Dad does like to talk about me. Please assume everything he said was an exaggeration.”
I blushed even more when he pulled up the front of his t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, revealing a stomach rippling with muscles and a narrow strip of brown hair disappearing into the waistband of his shorts. His dark blue eyes danced with mischief when he noticed me noticing.
“He definitely didn’t talk enough about your beauty,” Scott said so low that I’m not sure whether he meant for me to hear.
“Your dad said you are visiting for the whole summer?” Scott asked me in a more conversational tone after glancing at my dad.
“Yeah. I’m taking a couple of elective classes on campus here. It’ll let me reduce my course load during my last two semesters on main campus before graduation.”
“That sounds like an excellent idea,” he responded, grinning and giving me a view of a dimple in his cheek.
“We should let you get back to your mowing,” my dad cut in. “I’m sure Eileen is hungry and tired after her drive.”
“That I am,” I agreed. “See you around, Scott.”
“I sure hope so,” he grinned in response.
“Thanks for the pointers on the lawn service, Brian,” he said to my dad. “I’ll look into it.”
Dad just waved him off and headed toward the trunk of my car to grab my bags for me.
***
Dad took me to our favorite restaurant for dinner so I could have a nice rare filet mignon and baked potato for dinner.
“So when did the Millers move out,” I asked as nonchalantly as possible over our salad course.
“Just a few months after Todd graduated from college, actually,” he told me. “As soon as the last of their boys was out on his own they decided to downsize.”
“And does Scott have a family, then?” I asked. “That house is pretty big for one person.”
“It’s just him, so far as I know. I’ve seen several different ladies with him over the months since he moved in.
“He said he bought the house because he wanted the space for a recording studio.”
“Down in the basement?”
“Yeah. You remember that space that Todd and his brothers put together for their YouTube videos? Scott’s converted that area into a place to record music.”
“Huh. That’s actually pretty neat.
“What does Scott do? Do you know?”
“Oh, he works over at Spring Water Sound.”
“So he’s really into music, I guess.”
“I guess so,” dad agreed.
“Do I need to go over the rules again since you’re here, kiddo,” dad asked, changing the subject, but not really changing the subject.
“Rules,” I said, raising my eyebrows in mock disbelief. “What are these ‘rules’ you speak of?”
“No men in the house unless you introduce me to them first remains rule number one.”
“Seriously, daddy? I’m 21-years-old.”
“Yes. A beautiful 21-year-old woman who will introduce me to any man she intends to fuck under my roof.”
I squinted my eyes at him and pursed my lips, but nodded my agreement.
“I don’t have any intention of… doing that… with anyone while I’m here this summer,” I informed him.
“Your intentions may change,” he said, his eyes laughing but his tone serious.
“Do you know your class schedule?”
“I am taking ‘Fantasy and Science Fiction Literature’ and ‘Music Appreciation’.”
“Those are a far cry from biochemistry.”
“Well, yeah. Which is why I’d never be able to take them during my normal school semester. I don’t have time for doing the reading or going to concerts while taking my normal course load.”
“When are your classes, then?”
“The English class is 7-8:20pm on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The music class is 7-9pm Tuesday and Thursday, but we will also be expected to go to live music events on occasion, usually on the weekends, but not always.”
“That sounds like a perfect way to spend the summer.”
“Yep. My last summer as not-quite-an-adult. I’m so glad you’re letting me take the time to do this. Dan wanted me working.”
“Yeah, well I think you deserve the break before you have to hunker down in medical school.”
“I appreciate that, daddy.”
“Mi casa es su casa, my dear. Your old room is just how you left it last time you were here but with clean sheets. I stocked up on your favorite foods, too. There are a bunch of those toaster waffles in the deep freeze. And I got you those pancake-wrapped sausages you like so well.
“I also got your bicycle a tune-up so you can ride to campus. You should probably get yourself a new helmet, though.”
“Perfect!” I giggled. Dad had really gone out of his way to make me feel welcome.
***
The next morning I woke up to the sun shining through the sheer curtains on my bedroom window. My second-floor room was in the back of the house on the northeast corner where I had a great view out one window of our backyard, including the pool and patio where my dad liked to grill out. My side window just looked out onto the neighbor’s… I mean Scott’s house. I had noticed when I was getting ready for bed the night before that the curtains were drawn closed on the window nearest my room, as they always were ever since Todd went off to college. This morning they seem to be opened slightly. I could also see over our privacy fence into the Miller’s… I mean Scott’s backyard. It was well-kept but mostly barren. The ancient swing set which had occupied the corner of the yard for as long as I could remember had been removed and replaced with a paver patio and a firepit. The rest of the yard was just grass, the old flower beds growing nothing but piles of mulch.
I planned to spend as much of my day as possible next to the pool, but I needed to do a little bit of shopping first. I needed to buy myself a new bicycle helmet as per dad’s suggestion and I thought I’d splurge on a new bikini. I’d the feeling that the new neighbor might be appreciative. Dad and I had breakfast together before he went to play golf with his buddies. He told me he wouldn’t be back until dinner time so I should consider myself on my own for the day.
I hopped in my car and made a stop at a bicycle shop for a helmet, then a department store for a new bikini. I actually bought two, one was a metallic blue bandeau with a thong bottom, the other a slightly more modest unlined sting bikini in white. I was pretty confident that the white one would leave very little to the imagination when wet.
I also bought coffee beans at a local roaster since I knew my dad only drank Folgers. I needed a low acid coffee or I’d have an upset stomach all summer.
When I got home I made myself a bit to eat for lunch and then went up to my bedroom to change into the blue bikini. I knew dad wouldn’t approve, but I was sure I’d be back to my room and changed into regular clothes before he got home. I looked out the side window that faced Scott’s house and noticed that the curtain in the room facing mine was pulled aside even further than it had been earlier. I cocked my head to one side and wondered about it. That room had belonged to my friend Todd before he went to college. I wondered what Scott used it for. He’d definitely been in the room since the morning, though. The curtains had been completely closed.
I went back to the kitchen in my bikini, sunglasses on my head, a beach towel hanging over one arm, a bottle of sunscreen and my phone clutched in one hand and a tall plastic tumbler of iced tea in the other. I went out through the sliding door and over to a lounger in the hot sun on the west end of the pool, there I sat my stuff down and then dived right into the water. The pool was nowhere near Olympic sized, but it was long enough to get a good workout in by doing a lot of laps. I swam for perhaps a half hour before getting out, drying off, and laying down.
I slathered sunscreen on my legs, stomach, chest, arms, and face before settling in to read a book on my phone. It was less than a half hour later when I happened to glance up at Todd’s old room only to see Scott staring at me from the window. When I looked up, I saw him back up deeper into the room, clearly trying not to be seen.
I couldn’t help grinning to myself as I turned over to get more sun. I poured sunblock into my hands and rubbed it into my shoulders then slowly reached down to start rubbing it onto my bare ass below the waistband of my thong. I had only just started sensually rubbing myself when I heard the gate between our yard and Scott’s open and close then footsteps on the pool decking coming closer.
“Need any help,” Scott growled.
“I would love some,” I purred.
He picked up the bottle of sunblock and I reached behind my back and unfastened my bikini top to expose my entire back. He started at my shoulders and massaged the lotion into my skin with strong, confident strokes.
“Please explain why you are even out in the sun if you are just going to put SPF 50 all over,” he asked as he worked.
“Have you seen me,” I responded with a low chuckle. “I’m nearly transparent. Don’t let the dark hair fool you. I don’t tan. Without the sunblock I’d have to stay in my crypt during the day or risk turning into a pile of ash.”
“I like you,” I heard him laugh as his hands moved down and brushed the sides of my breasts causing me to moan softly.
“You’re funny and gorgeous,” he murmured while his hands moved down to my legs, rubbing the lotion into my ass in slow circles, pulling my cheeks apart. I was sure he could see how wet I was getting from his touch.
“I am also a genius, a snappy dresser, and make a mean taco salad,” I teased and then gasped aloud as Scott’s circling fingers dipped into my wetness and drew it down to my already-engorged clit, giving it a firm rub.
“Oh God!” I cried out, my hips twitching towards his fingers.
“You like that, baby?”
“Fuck, yes,” I grunted.
I turned my head so that I could see Scott kneeling next to me while he continued to stroke me with his fingers. He was bare chested and wearing gray boardshorts low on his hips, his erection tenting out the front. I reached out my hand and dragged my fingernails down his happy trail and then over his shorts to stroke his cock. I sucked in some air in surprise while I measured him with my hand; I knew I’d have no complaints about his size.
I tugged on his shorts in an effort to free his cock so I could touch him, but I didn’t have the leverage in my prone position. He released my ass and clit, untied his shorts, and pushed them down past his hips, causing his erection to bounce free. He made a low noise in the back of his throat as I reached for him, running the pad of my thumb over the purple head of his member, smearing his precum down the shaft with my palm.
He reached his right hand back down between my cheeks, his forearm between my thighs, and thrust a finger inside me while he strummed my clit with his thumb. I rocked my hips against his hand while I used my left hand to stroke his cock to his rhythm, rotating my wrist with each down stroke. He plucked and rubbed my left breast with his left hand and then added another finger of his right hand to his thrusts. It wasn’t long before I was lost in the sensations he was giving me.
“Come on, Eileen,” he grunted. “Come on my hand.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned. “Don’t stop! Fuck!” I shouted as my orgasm ripped through me, my body arching as all my muscles seemed to clench.
He drew his hand away, soaked with my juices, and wrapped his hand next to mine while I continued to pump his cock with my fist. He stroked himself harder and faster, forcing my hand to move the same.
“I’m gonna cum on your ass, gorgeous girl,” he moaned through his clenched jaw just before he erupted all over my side, back, and ass.
We both needed a few minutes to catch our breath and gather ourselves.
“You’ve made a sticky mess of me,” I said eventually, letting go of his softening cock.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, then grinned. “I wonder if my cum is a better sunscreen than your SPF 50?”
“Doubtful,” I giggled, turning onto my side to sit up. I watched his eyes widen and his lips quirk when he got his first unobstructed view of my bare tits.
“Fuck, girl,” he said. “I really want to fuck those tits.”
Before I could respond to that my phone started playing the opening piano of “Winter” by Tori Amos.
“That’s my dad,” I said. “I have to answer it.”
I answered the phone and put it to my ear, crossing my arms across my chest, suddenly self-conscious at being naked in front of Scott.
“Hey, daddy! What’s up?”
…
“Just sitting by the pool, reading,” I grinned up at Scott, he returned my smile.
…
“Of course. SPF 50. I learned my lesson a long time ago.”
…
“At Tucker’s?” I asked, starting together my stuff with my free hand.
…
“I have to get dressed, but I can probably be there in less than 45 minutes.”
…
“Sure. I’ll be there.”
…
“No, I won’t promise to not nag you about the electrical system in that car.”
…
“See you in a bit. Love you.”
As I spoke, Scott pulled his boardshorts back up to his hips and tucked himself away then offered me a hand to help me stand.
“Sorry to cut things short,” I told him, draping my towel and my bikini top over my arm. “I have to go pick up daddy at his mechanic. His car is cute, but it has the original wiring and it lets him down all the time.”
“I saw him tinkering under the hood last weekend,” Scott replied, grabbing my empty tea container and bottle of sunblock..
“Bonnet,” I corrected him absently.
“What?”
“It’s a British car so it’s a ‘bonnet’ not a ‘hood’.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, following me through the sliding door and into the kitchen.
We dropped everything on the island in the center of the kitchen and Scott pressed me up against the counter with his body. He turned me around to face him and put his hand on my neck, pressing my chin up with his thumb in order to tilt my head back. He leaned in and we shared a passionate kiss while he slid his hands up to cup my bare breasts and pinch my nipples.
“I’m sorry,” I moaned. “I need to clean your cum off and get dressed.”
“It’s okay, gorgeous girl,” he said. “It’s early in the summer; we have plenty of time.”
He kissed me hard again, sliding our tongues along each other then biting my lip between his teeth until I moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he said. “I can’t wait to eat your pussy and fuck your brains out all summer long.
“You on the pill?”
“I’m a 21-year-old female college student; of course I’m on the pill.”
“Excellent,” he smiled, showing his teeth. “You clean, too? I am.”
“Yes. But we will discuss this more later,” I said, putting my hands on his chest to push him away. “I really need to get cleaned up and go or dad will start getting curious.”
Scott backed up a step or two, but continued to grin at me. He grabbed my cell phone off the counter and held it out to me to unlock it.
“I sent myself a text,” he said after working the screen. “Text you later, Eileen?”
“Maybe. Probably.”
***
Dad and I ended up going out to dinner, again, after we spent over an hour at Tucker’s discussing what could be done about his Triumph’s neverending electrical problems. This time we went to the American Legion post where he’s a member for some sandwiches and drinks. He had a pitcher of beer, I had an amaretto sour. He chatted with his friends, mostly bragging about me, as he does.
“I was thinking about having a cookout tomorrow,” dad said. “Invite Izzy and her family. You haven’t seen the boys since… when?”
“Gosh. Not since Christmas. They didn’t come to Easter at mom’s this year since they went to Ike’s family’s. I sent the boys present on their birthdays.
“I’d love to see them.”
Dad dialed my sister on his cellphone and invited her over for lunch the next day. She was glad to accept, especially since she was working a late shift as a nurse on Sunday night.
After dinner we went to the grocery and bought supplies. Dad got burgers and hotdogs, buns, potato and pasta salad, coleslaw, and chips. I got a variety of pop, including my favorite: Faygo Redpop. It’s terrible junk but I just can’t help myself.
We got home and stuffed the food for Sunday dinner into the fridge in the kitchen and I put the pop in the fridge in the basement. Dad suggested we go for a swim. It was late, but the sun had not quite set yet. I ran up to change into the modest one-piece suit I’d packed and met him down by the pool deck and jumped in.
“So, daddy,” I said, treading water under the diving board, knowing I was touching on a sore subject. “Are you planning to sell this house any time soon?”
“Awe, Eileen. Why’d you have to go and ask that?”
“Because the Miller’s sold. Because this house has been too big for you for over ten years. Because…”
“All right, all right,” he said, holding out his hands in surrender. “But I love this house. This is the house we brought you and your sister both home from the hospital. You learned to ride your bike in front of this house. You learned to swim …”
“I know. I love this house, too. But maybe it’s time to give it up for some other family to love. Another baby to be brought home to it. Another kid to learn to swim.”
“When I retire… Well, I’ll think about it.”
I just nodded. Him thinking about it was at least progress from his usual flat ‘no’.
We both swam back and forth as the sun went down. I decided to head in once my fingers and toes were ridged and pruney. I got out, wrapped my towel around myself, and headed into the house and up the stairs. I went in my room, turned the light on and peeled my swimsuit off. I grabbed my robe and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and for a quick shower to rinse of the pool, then was back in my room to pull on a nightgown. When I turned out my light and glanced out the window, I saw the curtain to Todd’s old room twitch closed and gently sway.
I crawled into bed and picked up my phone to plug it in, then looked at my recent texts for one to a number I didn’t recognize and sent a message to it.
Eileen: Enjoy the show?
Scott: You have fantastic tits. I couldn’t help myself.
Eileen: Are you still in the corner bedroom?
Scott: It’s my office now. But yes. Why?
Eileen: I thought you’d like to know I lost my virginity in that room.
Scott: Mmm. Really? Do you want me to see if I can find it?
Eileen: Nah. I don’t really miss it.
Scott: Good to know.
Eileen: I really need to get some sleep.
Scott: Me too, baby. Goodnight.
Eileen: Night.
***
I slept late the next morning and woke up to the delicious smells of fresh-brewed coffee and bacon, the two best smells ever created. I pulled on some shorts and an old t-shirt and made my way to the kitchen to investigate and found dad at the table, drinking coffee and reading the Sunday paper.
“Do you realize you may be the last person in the city who actually gets the paper version of the paper,” I teased him as I poured myself a cup of coffee and doctored it to the appropriate color with some half ‘n’ half.
“There are more of us… whaddayacall’em…? Luddites… than you think,” he responded, looking at me over his reading glasses.
“There’s pancakes and bacon staying warm under that towel,” he inclined his head toward the stove.
“Thank you, daddy,” I said as I piled my plate high and carried it to the table. I was just shoveling a second fork-full of carbohydrate-laden goodness into my mouth when the doorbell rang. My dad and I exchanged glances and he shrugged before getting up and heading to the front door. I took the opportunity to grab myself a second cup of coffee and devour more of my breakfast.
I was nearly finished with my plate when dad walked back into the kitchen, neighbor Scott following behind him
“I really think your best bet is to hire someone,” my dad was saying. “You could plan out your whole backyard.”
Scott met my eyes over dad’s shoulder, grinned and winked.
“There’s just so much grass back there,” Scott said to dad, keeping up his end of the conversation while I nearly choked on the last of my food at his thinly veiled innuendo. “I love how functional your yard is. You can do anything back there.”
“It is nice,” dad agreed while he piled another plate with the last few pancakes and handed it to Scott.
“I’m afraid the bacon’s all gone,” dad said, spearing me with a mock glare.
“Yes, well. Ya snooze, ya lose,” I said.
“Thanks for the breakfast, Mr. Murphy.
“I just really like your backyard,” Scott said, meeting my eyes over his pancakes.
“It is pretty great,” I said. “I have some incredible memories.”
“Yeah. I was looking at it from my office yesterday and it was just so gorgeous. Inviting. I just wanted to sink into it.”
I have to admit, I nearly shot hot coffee out my nose at that one.
“You okay, kiddo,” dad asked me as I tried to catch my breath.
“I’m… cough… I’m fine, daddy.”
“My favorite part of our yard is having the outdoor kitchen,” dad went on as though I hadn’t just nearly coughed up a lung.
“I’d love to have something like that, too,” Scott said.
“I’ll find the contact information for Chad, the guy who did the design for me way back when. Last I heard he had started his own business, but I got him here when he was still struggling. He does great work, but I’m sure he costs a pretty penny these days.”
“I’d love to talk to him. Get him over to take a look.”
“I’ll have to check my office for his contact information.”
“No hurry, Mr. Murphy.”
“Please, I told you to call me Brian.”
“Of course, Brian. Old habits, I guess,” Scott said, waving one hand vaguely in the air. “My mother taught me that…”
“Being polite is always welcome.
“Speaking of always welcome… My other daughter is bringing her family over this afternoon at 1 o’clock for a cookout. You’re welcome to join us, Scott.”
“Sounds awesome. Can I bring anything?”
“Just yourself. A pretty girl, too, if you have one,” dad suggested.
“Nah, I don’t have a steady girl these days. I’ll have to make do with making eyes at your daughter, even though I know I’m unworthy of her,” Scott teased.
“And that’s a fact. Ain’t nobody good enough for my baby.”
“Seriously, daddy?” I scoffed. I didn’t want to say too much. Scott was treading way to close to getting me in hot water.
“So, Scott… have you met my sister and her family? You’ve lived nextdoor for months now, right?”
“I have met them, but not because I’m your dad’s neighbor. Ike and I graduated from high school together.”
“Oh, yeah? So do you hang out?”
“Not really. We didn’t run in the same circles. My dad uses Ike’s firm for accounting.”
“Ah… Ike’s a good guy, but he’s more than a little…”
“Boring.”
“Exactly.”
We made small talk about mutual friends as he finished his breakfast. I was able to glean that he was either 27 or 28-years-old. He loved his job at Still Water Sound where he mostly worked on investigating and then testing new recording equipment. He loved music of all types and talked enthusiastically of a guitarist he’d seen at a bar in one of the little college towns just north of the city.
“At Skip’s,” I asked?
“Yeah! Do you know it,” he asked enthusiastically.
“Only by reputation. My mom got kicked out of there when she was in college and dating some guy up there.”
“Maybe I’ll take you up there sometime this summer. They have the best pickles for some reason.”
“Sounds fun. I’d like that,” I laughed.
I got up and cleared the table and started to unload the dishwasher.
“What time should I be back over so I can help out with the grilling, Brian,” Scott asked dad.
“Eh. Come over anytime after noon. We’ll get the grill ready and share a few beers.”
“Sounds like a perfect way to spend the day.
“What’ll you be doing, Eileen? While your dad and I are hard at work?”
“It’s my last day before classes start so I’m making a lazy day of it. I’m planning to sit out reading by the pool, just like yesterday.”
There was no mistaking the way his nostrils flared and his pupils expanded at the reminder of our Saturday fun.
“I would really enjoy a repeat of yesterday, myself,” he nodded and licked his lips. “Same swim suit?”
“Not hardly,” I smiled. “That one is only for special occasions. And daddy wouldn’t approve, anyway.”
“Of course not.”
***
A few hours later I was sitting by the pool in my one-piece suit, enjoying the view of Scott, again in only boardshorts, from behind my dark sunglasses. I was pretending to read, but really I was watching and enjoying how his nice, firm ass filled out his shorts and remembering the size and texture of his lovely cock. I hadn’t finished even a singy chapter of my book when my sister and her family arrived.
I was soon busy helping set out food on the long patio table and taking drink orders. All the guys were drinking a local brewery’s IPA out of bottles while my sister drank white wine. I had a Redpop and was roundly scolded by my sister for offering it to my five-year-old nephew.
“Come on, Izzy,” I said. “Nothing screams ‘summer’ like a bright red tongue caused by red food dye!”
“Absolutely not! That stuff is terrible.”
“You just don’t know how to have fun, Izz,” I argued. “It’s great for a treat once in a while.”
“Still. No.”
Once everyone had had their fill of hamburgers and hotdogs and the jukiest side dishes of summer, the adults sat around the pool talking while we all kept our eyes on my nephews. The boys were strong swimmers, but we still all knew to keep our eagle eyes open in case of distress. The older boy, Quinn, was rough-housing a little more than my sister would have liked so Scott volunteered to play with him and they were soon having races across the short length of the pool with Scott soon teaching both boys different swim strokes. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched them.
“He’s cute.”
“What?” I said, startled out of my thoughts.
“Scott. He’s cute,” my sister repeated. “A bit old for you, though.”
“Isolde, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at him all afternoon, Eileen.”
“And you haven’t been? Have you seen those muscles?”
She just laughed and took a sip of her wine.
Eventually we all ended up playing in the pool, splashing around and swimming. My dad even got out the inflatable crocodile for the boys to terrorize us with. I would honestly say a good time was had by all.
Late in the afternoon, once everyone had had a second round of food for dinner and my sister had declared her family exhausted and gone home, and my dad had gone inside to watch the news, I found myself sitting on one of the underwater seats at the deep end of the pool, Scott treading water between my knees. His hands caressed my inner thighs and occasionally brushed over the thin fabric of my bathing suit that covered the apex of my legs. We spoke to each other about nothing in particular while we enjoyed being physically close.
“Your nose and cheeks are pink, baby,” he said to me, brushing his thumb under my eye.
“Well, fuck,” I said, my fingers going to my face to feel the heat. “My nose is going to peel.
“I used sunblock,” I whined.
“I think it’s cute. Proves you spent time outside, not cooped up inside reading porn… or whatever it is you read on your phone,” he laughed, whether at his own joke or at my embarrassed frown, I couldn’t say.
I noticed his eyes twinkling in the twilight just before he leaned in and gave me a long, open-mouthed kiss, his hands on my hips pulling me against him. I returned the kiss with equal intensity, moaning along as my hand slid down from his shoulder, across his hard chest, over his abs and toward his erect cock, before veering off at the last moment to rest in the groove of his Apollo’s belt.
I heard him hiss in frustration and couldn’t contain my giggle.
“You are a terribly mean little girl,” he growled.
“It’s all that porn I read,” I replied, a smirk twitching along my lips.
He leaned in to kiss me again, grabbing my wrist and moving my hand toward his pelvis, when we both heard the sound of the sliding door opening. Scott had already moved a decent distance away from me when my dad hollered to me.
“Hey, kiddo? Do you want me to turn the pool lights on or are you going to come in?”
“Leave the lights off, daddy,” I called out. “The mosquitos are getting pretty bad. I’m worried about being eaten alive out here.” I heard Scott snort softly at that.
“Sounds good. I’ll leave the kitchen light on for you.”
“Thanks, daddy. I’ll be in in a bit.”
We waited for a few minutes and I groaned when I saw the light in my dad’s den to come on.
“What,” Scott asked.
“Look,” I said, gesturing to the square of light that streamed out of the window not even 30 feet from where we held each other in the water. “Dad’s in his den. He’ll be in there watching the History Channel until he decides to go to bed.”
“Yeah, so?” Scott asked, swimming back over to me. “I want to fuck you, Eileen,” he breathed against my ear.
“We can’t right now. He’ll hear us.”
I moaned when Scott pulled the crotch of my bathing suit aside so he could run his fingers over my slit.
“You are so wet and ready.
“Come over to my house,” he said, his fingers circling and stretching my opening. “I want to eat you, naked on my dining table.”
“Oh god,” I moaned as softly as I could manage. “I’d love to. But I can’t. Daddy will…”
“I don’t care about what ‘daddy’ will do,” Scott growled, his fingers stroking against my core.
“Seriously, Scott,” I begged him, my hand gripping his wrist to push him away. “Not ‘never’, just not ‘now’.”
He reluctantly moved his hand away and kissed me again, softly this time.
“I would never force you, gorgeous girl,” he murmured, his lips against my neck under my ear. “You should just know I’m desperate for you.”
“You said yourself, we have all summer,” I said, nuzzling against his neck.
“Daddy will be at work all day tomorrow,” I told him.
“Unfortunately, I will be too.
“Tomorrow night?” he asked, kissing my lips again.
“I have my class,” I moaned.
“After that? You can text me…”
“That might work…”
We kissed some more and were so lost in each other that I let out a startled screech when I heard the sliding door open.
“Are you coming in, kiddo?”
“Yeah, dad. I was just enjoying the quiet.”
I pushed off from the side of the pool and swam towards the steps at the shallow end and away from Scott.
***
Scott: Did you think of me?
Eileen: What?
Scott: While you touched yourself last night.
Scott: Did you think of me?
Eileen: As a matter of fact…
Scott: Send nudes.
Eileen: Hell no!
Scott: But I’m stuck in a boring meeting. I need something to get me through.
Eileen: Nope.
I was still laughing to myself as I took a selfie of me lounging by the pool in my shiny blue bikini, sunglasses obscuring my face, my pink nose peeling, a sexy pout on my parted lips. I made sure to capture ample cleavage in the picture and sent it to him.
Eileen: Maybe this will help.
Scott: Fuck, yeah!
***
My first English class of the semester was great. The professor was a tiny woman with short gray hair, thick round glasses, and a wild flower-print dress. She assigned us to read Arthur C. Clark’s “Childhood’s End” and told us we could get ahead by reading “The Wizard of Earthsea” by Ursula K. LeGuin and “Cat’s Cradle” by Kurt Vonnegut. She also suggested we catch up on as much Star Trek: The Next Generation as we could since we would be discussing a lot of overlapping themes. I honestly sighed with happiness knowing I’d get to spend the summer getting credit for reading and talking about books I’d only ever read for pleasure.
I biked home from campus at a leisurely pace, enjoying the lingering heat of the day as the sun went down. When I got home, dad was waiting for me in the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn.
“We were assigned to watch Star Trek to get into the themes of Science Fiction,” I told him causing him to break out into a huge smile.
“It’s on Netflix. Can I join you?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said, matching his smile. “I knew you’d enjoy having the chance to rewatch it with me.”
We made our way down to the basement entertainment room. Dad got himself a beer and me a Redpop and we settled down on the sectional with the bowl of popcorn between us to watch the first episode of ST:TNG, cringing, groaning, and laughing together.
“Want to start the next episode,” Dad asked.
“Nah. I’m tired. I’m going to head up and read a bit before going to bed,” I told him
“Goodnight, then, kiddo.”
“‘Night, dad.”
My phone buzzed indicating a new text as I was on my way up the stairs to my bedroom. I didn’t read it until I plopped down on my bed, but I knew exactly who it was from.
Scott: Hey, gorgeous.
Eileen: Hey.
Scott: I am still in the office. Raincheck?
Eileen: A raincheck for fucking?
Scott: Nah. For eating you out. That’s what’s next.
Scott: Gotta pace myself.
Eileen: Ah. My mistake.
Eileen: I am now thinking about getting my first taste of you, too.
Eileen: Does it make you hard? Thinking about my lips wrapped around your cock?
Scott: Dear lord!
Eileen: Thought so.
Scott: Fuck, girl.
Eileen: See you tomorrow?
Scott: I hope so.
I changed into a nightgown and crawled into bed with the intention of reading just a few chapters of my book before calling it a night. Instead I was still awake at dawn when I heard my dad start the water in the shower in his bedroom.
***
I got up to fix breakfast and make some coffee after never going to bed.
“Up late last night?” dad asked, clearly perturbed.
“Yeah,” I said around a yawn. “I got into the book I’m reading for my class and lost track of time.”
“Don’t you have another class tonight?”
“I sure do. Music this time.”
“Well, you’d best get some sleep during the day then. Just don’t get your days and nights reversed or you’ll be miserable by the end of the summer.”
“Oh, I know. I’ll just take a nap and then go to bed after I get home from my class tonight.”
“See that you do,” he huffed then took a sip of coffee.
“Relax, daddy. I’m going to have to deal with staying up all night sometimes if I’m going to be a doctor, you know.”
“Yes, well,” was all he said.
“Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?” I asked him in an effort to change the subject.
“Should be. I have a…. an associate… coming in today. But I still expect to be home at my normal time.”
“Great! I was planning on making dinner for the two of us. Sound good?”
“Of course, kiddo. You know how to make your old man happy.
“By the way, can I borrow the Mustang? It’s going to be a beautiful day.”
“Of course, daddy; I’ve no plans to go anywhere. The keys are hanging on the board.”
After dad left for work, I went up to hit the shower and shave my legs. I put my dark brown hair up in a high ponytail and dressed in my other new bikini then made my way back out to the pool with my book and a cup of coffee this time. I put on a layer of SPF 50 and smiled at the memory of Scott’s hands on my body. I was less than a chapter away from the end of my book when my phone buzzed indicating I’d received a text.
Scott: Good morning, gorgeous girl.
Scott: I’m worried you’ve forgotten all about me.
Eileen: Who’s this?
Scott: You are so mean.
Eileen: LOL
Scott: I can’t stop thinking about your pussy. How tight you were when you came on my fingers.
Scott: How you’ll taste on my tongue.
Scott: When you come on my cock.
Scott: Will you let me fuck your tits? I really want to fuck your tits.
Eileen: You seem a bit… obsessed.
Scott: That’s what happens when you have a constant boner.
Eileen: You know that’s not healthy…. Maybe go to the doctor?
Scott: Okay, so maybe not constant. Just whenever I think about you.
Eileen: And how does it make you feel to know I’m constantly wet for you?
Eileen: In fact, I think I’ll bring myself off right here next to the pool.
Eileen: Thinking about your fingers inside me. Imagining your mouth…
Scott: Fuck, baby. I’m going to have to take some alone time in the bathroom…
Eileen: After you make me come with your mouth, I’m gonna drop to my knees….
…
…
Scott: And…?
Eileen: Mmmm. Sorry. I was distracted….
Eileen: Gotta go wash my hands.
Scott: God damnit!
Eileen: LOL
Being out in the sun really woke me up and I felt like I was operating on a full night’s sleep until the middle of the afternoon when the all-nighter finally caught up with me and I fell asleep in the lounger. I didn’t wake up until I heard my phone ringing with dad’s ringtone. Initially I was confused and then my brain caught up and I grabbed my phone. I answered while running into the house. I caught sight of the kitchen clock and started cursing myself.
“Hello?”
…
“I didn’t see your texts. I fell asleep.”
…
“Crap! I’m going to be late for class!”
…
“Sorry, daddy!”
…
“Gotta go!”
It was six o’clock and my class started at seven. Dad had my car. I was going to be late. Shit. Shit. Shit. I ran into my room and found a pair of denim bib-shorts and pulled them on over my bikini. Shit. Shit. Shit. I found socks and my canvas sneakers and pulled them on, threw my backpack on my shoulders, and headed to my bike. I strapped on my helmet, mounted my bike, and was on the road. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I was going to be hot, sweaty, and LATE for my class.
“Way to make a good first impression,” I muttered to myself as I pulled up at the bike rack outside the classroom building. I locked up my bike and ran into the building, glad I’d taken the time to check out the location of my class the day before.
I glanced at my watch and saw I was about 10 minutes late just as I opened the door to the classroom as quietly as I could. I kept my head down and scanned the back of the room for a seat. Of course all the tables in the back were already occupied.
“There’s a spot in the front row,” a familiar voice called out.
I looked up and met Scott’s eyes. I blanched at the familiar smirk on his face and slunk to the front of the room and fell into the only empty chair in the room. Scott continued talking about the content and expectations for the class while gathering some papers from the desk at the front of the room and depositing them on the table in front of me. I admired how he looked in his khaki pants and white button-down shirt.
“Can you pass the attendance sheet up,” Scott asked the class.
Soon the attendance sheet was on the table in front of me, Scott’s finger pointing to the last row indicating where I should put my name, email address, and cell number. He didn’t stop talking, but he did look down and give me a wink, which just caused me to blush. Gah! WTF!
I got out my pencil and notebook and started writing, trying to catch up. Scott walked over and picked up the attendance sheet and read over it before dropping it at the desk at the front of the room.
“Let’s get started listening to some music,” Scott said, his fingers playing over some speakers he’d already connected to his phone. In moments the sounds of Renaissance liturgical music filled the room. I closed my eyes to listen more carefully, a small smile on my face. When the piece was over, Scott got out a lute he’d apparently stowed behind the desk and sat it on his lap to tune it.
“The acoustics in here are not great, but it’ll have to do for now,” Scott said as he tuned. “I’ve asked to use one of the conservatory rooms, but we haven’t been approved yet.”
Scott started playing and I was transported. He sang in Italian to his own accompaniment, one song after another, pausing to talk about the pieces and sip water. The class time just flew by.
“Okay class, that’s it for tonight. We’ll meet here on Thursday unless I can get a better room. If so, I’ll let you know via email.”
We all started gathering our things to go, although I was a bit slow about it since I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to stay and talk to Scott. Or whether he wanted to talk to me. It didn’t take long for me to find out.
“Miss… ah… Miss Murphy,” he made a show of having to look up my name on the attendance sheet. “Would you care to stay a few minutes? I’d like to go over what you missed.”
“Of course. No problem,” I said, again blushing like a girl.
Even after the room cleared and we were the only two left, he just stared at me, his blue eyes dark, his pupils dilated.
“What are you wearing,” he asked, his head cocked to one side. He got up and walked to the door, looked out through the widow, then flipped the lock before turning back to me.
“What?”
“What do you have on under your bib shorts?”
“Ummm. My bikini?”
“Really?
“Stand up and show me,” he growled from where he perched on the edge of his desk, his legs crossed at the ankles, his erection clearly outlined under his khaki pants. I felt my nipples harden and a rush of wetness between my legs at his commanding tone.
I stood from behind my table and approached him. I reached to my shoulders and unfastened the bibs, letting them drop to the floor, leaving me standing in only my white string bikini.
“Fuck, baby,” he blew out a breath. “I can’t tell if I like this one or the blue one better.”
“This one does have some advantages over the other,” I said, my eyes dancing, enjoying the tease.
“Advantages?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, plucking the tie at my neck, letting the two tiny triangles of fabric fall forward, exposing my breasts.
In a flash he was on me, his hands caressing my breasts, his mouth against mine. He reached behind me to untie the back of my bikini top then his hands slid down to my hips and he pulled the ties there, I spread my legs and the bikini bottoms fell to the floor to join my bibs. I was naked in the classroom except for my canvas tennis shoes. He pulled me against him, one hand on my bare ass, the other wrapped in the hair at the nape of my neck. He tilted my head back causing my back to arch, his mouth went to my neck. I gasped and moaned as his lips explored down past my clavicle and over the swell of my breast, finding my erect nipple with his mouth, licking and biting first one and then the other.
He marched me backwards until the backs of my legs hit the teacher’s desk at the front of the room and I sat on it, then he released me and took a step back. He watched my chest rise and fall with each of my labored breaths.
“I am so fucking hard for you, baby,” he said, pulling a chair up to the desk and between my legs. “But I am going to eat you out before I fuck you. I want to taste that pussy I’ve been dreaming about for days.
“Put your heels on the desk,” he directed me and I complied.
He ran his hands from my ankles up to my knees and then back down my thighs before pressing me open. Unsatisfied with my position, he moved his hands to my hips and pulled me to the edge of the desk and then again pressed me open.
“You are so fucking wet for me,” he growled. “You smell like heaven.”
He blew his breath across my molten core and I trembled and moaned. He leaned in to me and licked me from bottom to top and I fell back on my left hand.
“Oh God, Scott! Fuck!”
His covered my opening with his mouth and he fucked me with his tongue while strumming my clit with his thumb and nose. I felt my oragsm building inside my belly and knotted my fingers in his hair to hold him against me. He swapped his tongue with his hand and started driving his fingers into me while humming a tune against my clit.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked and squirmed under his attention. “It’s so intense!” I giggled breathlessly.
I heard him laugh against me and I moaned as the pace of his sucking and humming increased.
“I’m gonna come! Fuck!” I cried out. I felt like my whole body shattered while he continued to finger and suck me through my orgasm.
I tried to push him away. My body was too sensitive against his tongue but he wouldn’t release me. I came hard a second time and he finally stopped tonguing me. My body felt like jello and I looked down into Scott’s face where he still sat between my legs, his eyes dark with desire. I flailed my hand in his direction and he caught it and pulled me up into a sitting position. I couldn’t help but groan; all my muscles ached.
I stood and took an unsteady step towards him before dropped to my knees, sliding my hand along his pants over his erection. I unbuckled his belt, unfastened his button, and unzipped his fly like a woman on a mission. I reached into his boxers and when my hand found his shaft he hissed and groaned. He slid lower in the chair and flung his head back. I pulled his cock free of his boxers and leaned in to lick him from balls to tip. He lifted his head and our eyes met. I smiled and then pursed my lips around the head of his cock before slowly sliding my lips down his shaft, my tongue swirling around him. When his head hit the back of my throat I slid my hand from my lips to his base before stroking back up and off of him.
“Fuck, Eileen,” he gasped.
I hummed in the back of my throat as I engulfed him again. Scott’s hand fell lightly on the back of my head as I found a rhythm to my bobbing and sucking.
“Faster, baby,” he moaned
I hollowed my checks, sucking on him as I gripped him hard with my right hand and cupped his balls in my left.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby,” he moaned, his hand tightened in my hair. He tried to pull me off of him, but I moaned around his cock, trying to tell him I wanted all of him. I continued to suck on him and he pulled me onto him, gagging me as his whole body went rigid and he spurted his cum down my throat.
“Oh my God!” he growled while his whole body relaxed back into the chair and he released my hair.
I sat back on my haunches, my breasts trembling as I tried to catch my breath. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as his eyes again met mine.
“Fuck, I’m sorry for gagging you like that gorgeous girl,” he murmured and offered his hand to help me up and into his lap.
“I made you lose control,” I said grinning and waving off his apology.
“That you did,” he agreed before kissing me softly on the mouth. We kissed and cuddled with me naked on his lap for several minutes until we were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing.
“Your dad,” Scott asked, one eyebrow raised.
“You bet,” I responded, finding my backpack and digging out my phone.
“Hey dad.”
…
“I’m still on campus.”
…
“I guess I lost track of time.”
…
“Did you know Scott is my Music professor?”
…
“I don’t think it was funny at all.” I said and made a face at Scott who just grinned at me.
…
“I nearly had a coronary when I saw him at the front of the class.”
…
“I can ride in the dark.”
…
“I promise I’ll be careful.”
…
“See you in a bit.”
…
“Love you, too.”
I gathered up my bikini and started putting it on, Scott helped by tying the bottoms while I did the top.
“I can drive you home,” Scott said as he handed me my bib shorts.
“I have my bike,” I said, shaking my head while I pulled my bib shorts up and fastened them.
I suddenly noticed that Scott was staring at me with a goofy grin on his face.
“What?” I asked, crossing my arms across my chest.
“You… ha!” he couldn’t seem to speak and was bent over with laughter.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, perplexed.
He didn’t say anything but instead started whistling an ’80s pop song which caused an annoyed groan to escape from my lips. He just laughed all the harder.
“I’m not named after that song, you know? I’m named after my grandmother.”
“But you’re wearing overalls. Seriously. Whether it’s intentionally cute or unintentionally, it’s still damn cute.”
“Please. Never mention it again,” I said airily, pulling up to my full height with a sniff.
“Okay, okay…”
“I need to get home. Daddy’s worried.”
“I have my truck. We’ll put your bike in the back.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, baby. Give me a minute and we can go.”
He packed his lute in its case while I stuffed the paper handouts he’d given me into my backpack and slung it across my back, my helmet in one hand.
“Come on, Eileen. Let’s get you home,” he said, offering me his arm and completely failing to suppress a snort.
“Keep it up and you’ll never get another shot at my pussy,” I said, trying to glare but having trouble hiding my grin.
“Even you wouldn’t be that mean.”
***
Scott got us home in a matter of minutes. We held hands and every time we came to a stop, he’d kiss my fingers or my palm or the back of my hand. He parked in his driveway and lifted my bike out of the bed of his truck. He walked with me to the front door where daddy had left the porch light on. I felt him lean towards me and then draw away as daddy opened the front door.
“Good evening, Brian. Here is your lovely daughter delivered to your doorstep, safe and sound.”
“Thanks so much, Scott. I really appreciated the ride.”
“Yes, thank you,” my dad growled distracted by my outfit, none too pleased about it.
“I can’t believe you went out in public dressed like that,” dad said turning to me. “Do you want to get molested?”
“Sorry, daddy,” I said, contrite. “I was running very late and didn’t have time to change.
“I’m tired, dad. I really need to go up and go to bed.”
***
The next morning I woke up refreshed, a small smile on my face at the memory of my time with Scott. God, the man made me feel all kinds of gooey on the inside. I wanted him badly and was counting the hours until I’d see him again.
I pulled on a robe and went down to the kitchen where I found my dad sitting at the table eating breakfast and drinking coffee. He looked at me over his glasses and pursed his lips.
“Good morning, daddy,” I said after I kissed him on the top of his wooly head before I got myself a cup of coffee.
“Good morning kiddo,” he responded. He kept looking at me over his glasses, his jaw hard as a rock, until I turned to face him.
“What’s going on,” I asked him.
“I was just wondering that myself. What’s going on with you and my neighbor? I don’t like the idea of you seeing him. He’s much too old for you.”
“Oh, daddy!” I admonished him. “First of all, he’s not too old for me. We are closer in age than Nan and Grandad. Secondly, I don’t think it’s any of your business. I’m not breaking any of your rules. I’ve not brought any men you don’t know home to…”
“I don’t want you fucking him.
“And it is my business so long as I’m paying for your schooling. You want to fuck him, you’ll pay your own way.”
“I… We haven’t…” I stutter.
“Maybe not yet. But I see the two of you. I smelled it on you yesterday. It’ll only be a matter of time before he’s trying to get you pregnant and all your hard work will go down the tubes and you’ll forget med school. I am not going to let you make that mistake.”
“Seriously, daddy? I’m not going to let that happen. My dreams of becoming a doctor are important to me. Scott is just a… just a summer fling. That’s all.”
“I thought you said you haven’t fucked him.”
“I haven’t. We’ve just….
“I don’t need to explain myself to you!”
“You don’t need to explain. You just need to stay away from Scott Rivers.”
I looked at my dad, ready to argue, but saw the look on his face and thought better of it. He’d always been good to me, but I remembered his violent temper from childhood. How could I forget? It was the reason for my parents’ divorce. He’d never directed his temper at me, but I recognized the signs on his face and dropped all my arguments. I turned from him and marched myself back up the stairs and to my room where I threw myself on the bed and buried my face in my pillow.
I’d fallen back to sleep when the sound of my phone buzzing with a text message woke me.
Scott: Hey, gorgeous girl.
Scott: Could I take you out to an early dinner tonight? I know you have a class.
Elieen: I’m sorry. I can’t.
Eileen: I can’t see you again.
I tossed my phone aside and listened to it buzz with text after text. I decided just to read a book for my English class. I left my phone and went down to the living room. I read and and took notes and tried to ignore how upset I was at the premature end of what I insisted was just a summer fling. It was clear to me that it was more than that but also that I had to let it go.
***
I spent the next several days feeling like a zombie. Dad even took me to class on Thursday and picked me up immediately after, I sat in the back of Scott’s class and left precisely at the end, not giving him a chance to talk to me, in tears the entire time as I felt his eyes on me. I was aware that he continued to text and call but I just left my phone in my room and ignored him. I suppose I knew I owed him an explanation, but I simply didn’t have the energy.
My sister invited me to spend the weekend with her family and I was thankful for the distraction. We went to a state park on Saturday for hiking and swimming and food and more hiking and then on Sunday we went to the church while I wished I could be having brunch with the rest of the sinners.
“What is going on, sis?” Izz asked me over margaritas at lunch after church. Her husband had volunteered to take their children for pizza and fun at the playground so that she and I could have some sister time and we were taking advantage by eating Mexican food and enjoying frozen beverages.
“I’ve been with you all weekend and you are only now asking?”
“Come on. Ike and the boys have been constantly around. I figured you wouldn’t talk with them listening in.”
“True.”
“So talk. You were in such a great mood last weekend, ogling the hot neighbor.”
That little statement was all it took to bring tears to my eyes.
“Damnit, Izz,” I sobbed, dashing my tears away with the back of my hand.
“So… the hot neighbor?”
“Daddy said… Daddy told me… I’m not allowed to see him.”
“The hot neighbor?”
“Yes. Scott. He and I… Well, we really hit it off. We were friends. Something more. Maybe on our way to a lot more.”
“Yeah? And then what happened? Did you find him with another girl or something? That rat bastard!”
“Jeeze, no! Calm down, Izz.”
“Then what has you all mopey?”
“I told you. Daddy. He told me I can’t see Scott. He threatened to not pay for my school if I didn’t…”
“What the actual fuck? Why?”
“Because he said Scott would… I don’t know. Distract me from my dreams?
“Daddy thinks he’s protecting me.”
“You don’t need to be protected. You’re an adult. And being in a relationship isn’t mutually exclusive with following your dreams.”
“I know that. But Daddy doesn’t trust me. I don’t know why. It’s not like I have a history of…”
“You don’t have a history of giving up on a dream in order to get laid. But I do.
“Not to mention his personal experience with mom.”
“But I’m not you. And I’m not mom.”
“And Daddy is putting all his hopes and dreams on you. Which is not fair.”
I nodded and sipped my drink all teary-eyed.
“I don’t even want to be serious about Scott. I like him. He’s very talented. And so handsome. But it’s not like I’m looking for a husband. I’m just looking for some no-strings-attached fun.”
“I’m not sure I believe the ‘no-strings’ part, sis. Not from the tears in your eyes. But if you want my opinion, I say ‘go ahead and have some fun’. You only live once. You’re only young once. And Daddy can’t keep you from making mistakes by threatening your education.”
“On the that last part, you’re wrong.”
“Oh, come on. If he doesn’t pay for your last year you can get loans. That’s what most people do.”
“True…”
“Besides, what Daddy doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Hot neighbor is right next door. It’s destiny. And it should be easy for you to hide any hanky-panky from dad, given you’re a genius and all.” My sister couldn’t stop laughing.
“Did you seriously just say ‘hanky-panky’?” I asked, my eyes filled with tears of laughter this time.
“Call it whatever you want,” she said, sharing my laughter. “Just don’t let Daddy cock-block you.”
“Cock-block?” Did you seriously just say that?” I laughed all the harder.
***
When I got home after lunch I found Daddy in his den behind his desk, his television in the corner on the news. I went over and kissed the top of his head in greeting.
“How was Izzy? And the boys?”
“Everyone was great, dad. It was nice to spend time with them. The boys are growing so fast…”
“Good, good.
“Maybe you should think about staying with them this week. It turns out I have to make a trip. Leaving tomorrow and won’t be back until Friday late.”
“Oh? What for?”
“A tradeshow. Carl… you remember him? He was going to go but then had an emergency appendectomy yesterday and so now it’ll be me.”
“Sounds like fun, actually. An all-expenses-paid trip to…”
“Houston. In June. It’ll be hotter than a…”
“Still sound fun.”
“And humid. Bleh.”
“You’ll be all manly and sweaty. Maybe you’ll meet a lady…,” I teased him.
“Anyway, you should go stay with Izzy,” he said after giving me a mock glare.
“Nah. I don’t want to miss pool time. Besides, I need the quiet for my reading. You know it’s loud with those boys. And I’ve been working on my Med School applications. I need to be here.”
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“Of course. It’ll be nice to live alone for a week. It’ll be good practice for when I am out on my own next year.”
I took Daddy to the airport early Monday morning and then spent the rest of the day lounging by the pool. I was more than caught up with my class reading. I kept an eye out but I didn’t see any signs of life over at Scott’s house all day. I could only assume he was at work.
When it was time, I had a leisurely dinner of cheese and crackers and veggies and hummus then biked over to campus on the trail along the river a bit early for my class. My class was fun, the discussion wide ranging and intelligent, just the way it should be. And then I rode home. The sun was still up, but barely. The air was hot and still. Fireflies dotted the yards, lazily blinking on and off. I smiled feeling peaceful and serene. When I got home I decided to take a quiet swim to cool off before calling it an early night.
After pulling myself out of the pool and while drying myself with a large towel, I noticed the curtains to Todd’s old room twitch aside. I waited for Scott to make an appearance, but he didn’t. I cocked my head to one side, thinking of my options and made a decision that had everything to do with my libido and nothing at all to do with my brain. I went into the house and grabbed the bottle of moscato I’d stored in the fridge, pulled two wine glasses out of the cupboard, and headed back over to Scott’s house where I knocked on his patio door, still wearing my blue bikini.
He greeted me, wearing nothing more than ragged jeans with the top button unbuttoned, his hair wild as though he’d been running his fingers through it.
“Eileen,” he said, his voice somehow deeper than I remembered.
“Scott,” I responded, licking my lips, suddenly uncertain. “I brought wine and plans to apologize,” I said, raising the bottle in my hand to show him.
He backed out of my way and gestured for me to enter his home.
“Have a seat,” he said, pointing towards what I already know is the family room just off the kitchen. “I’ll open this and bring it to you.” I nodded and walked toward the place he indicated. I smiled at the changes he had made to the place since the last time I’d been there when Todd still lived with his parents. The room was now decorated very simply, a leather sectional sofa taking up most of the room and facing an enormous flat-screen television. I sat in the corner of the ‘L’, my legs tucked underneath me. Scott came in carrying two glasses of wine but did not sit. He just looked at me, his eyebrows arched in question.
“Look, Scott. I am… I am really, really sorry. My dad… Well, my dad gave me an ultimatum.”
“Involving me?” he asked, his voice gravelly.
“Yes. He said to end it with you or he wouldn’t pay for my last year of school.”
“You told him about us…?”
“Ha! No. That isn’t… No. He just saw us together. How we looked at each other…”
“He saw how badly I wanted to fuck you. And that you wanted me to take all of you…” Scott handed me my glass of wine and studied me as I gulped the liquid down.
“You should have told me, baby,” he growled. “You shouldn’t’ve shut me out.”
“I know,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I wanted you too much.”
Before I could say or think anything else, he was on me, pressing his body into mine, his lips covering mine. I moaned my need into his mouth while his fingers sought out the hook holding my bikini top, slipping it open and off my torso. His lips trailed down from my mouth to fasten on one nipple while his hand pinched and rubbed the other.
“Oh God! Scott!” I groaned, my hands in his hair and holding him against me.
Scott slid down my body and hooked his hands behind my knees to pull me to the edge of the sofa. He curved his fingers around my bikini bottoms and roughly pulled them off, tossing them away before pressing urgent kisses from my bellybutton to my mons and then touching the tip of his tongue to the top of my slit. I hissed and my hips jerked towards him.
“Already so wet for me,” he marveled as he pushed my thighs wide and got an unobstructed view of my pussy.
He dipped his head lower and alternated kissing and stroking my inner thighs. He’d get closer and closer to my pussy and then pull away. He had me writhing uncontrollably with my need for him.
“Fuck! Scott! Stop teasing me!”
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he breathed his words against my hot center and I gasped in response.
“Touch me,” I groaned out. “Lick me. Eat me.”
I heard him chuckle and then all I could do was gasp and sigh as his mouth fell on me. He lapped at my opening, fucking me with his tongue. I spread myself wider to give him better access and he pulled me towards his mouth, his hands on my ass. He moved his mouth to my clit and tongued me rapidly before sucking me hard into his mouth. I cried out as my orgasm washed over me when his teeth grazed my button. Scott drank in my juices through my climax, only backing away once my trembling subsided.
“God damn, Eileen. You come so beautifully.” He stood and unzipped his pants, pushing them down past his hips and then pulling the elastic waist of his gray boxer briefs out and over his erection, dropping the boxers onto the floor and stepping out of them.
“I’ve been imagining this moment for days,” he said as he pushed me back onto the sofa and knelt between my legs on the cushions. He leaned in and kissed me long and hard. His hands slid from my hips up to my breasts and back down. I arched my body into his, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He rubbed his cock along my slit, teasing me with just the tip at my entrance before pulling back.
“You’re teasing me again,” I moaned. “Just fuck me, Scott. Please! Fuck me!”
I felt a low rumble in his body where our chests touched, before he pulled back to line himself up with me.
“I’m just making sure you’re ready for me, gorgeous girl,” he murmured as he again fed the tip of his cock into my opening. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m ready! Please!” I lifted my hips in an attempt to pull him in.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He flexed his hips and thrust into me, hard and fast. We cried out together, our voices mingling in ecstasy. I hissed in pain and pleasure when his cock hit my cervix,
“Oh GOD! Yes!”
He withdrew and plunged back in and then we were moving together. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him in deeper and deeper. My hands moved over his body, his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, his arms. I couldn’t keep my hands still; I wanted all of him. He bent his body into mine, his lips and teeth found the sensitive skin of my neck. I lost the ability to speak, only moans and gasps of pleasure came out of my mouth, synchronized with Scott’s rhythmic thrusting. He reached his hand between our bodies and pinched my clit causing my body to seize up and shatter into a million orgasmic pieces. My vision blackened for just a moment and I’m sure I cried out Scott’s name. I felt rather than heard his breath hitch and then I felt his body still and his cock twitch and jerk inside of me for several long seconds as he unloaded into me.
He held himself above me, kissing me softly, then slowly toppled next to me, his body between mine and the back of the sofa. He pulled me tight against him and kissed me on my lips, on my cheek, and on my neck before murmuring in my ear.
“That was beautiful, gorgeous girl. Even better than I imagined.”
I sighed and snuggled into him and we rested there in each other’s arms. He caressed me softly and I smiled. After a few minutes I tried to pull myself up to sit, but he held me down.
“Stay,” he said. “We could watch a movie. Drink your wine…”
“Umm. Sure.
“I just need to use the bathroom really quick,” I said, a tad embarrassed. “To clean up… I’m feeling uncomfortably moist.”
He grinned and sat up to help me rise to my feet. I went down the hall to where I knew the bathroom was, glancing behind me when I heard the television turn on. I saw Scott staring at my bare ass and blushed at his heated gaze. I cleaned myself up and made my way back to Scott. He poured me another glass of wine and motioned for me to sit next to him, so I grabbed my glass and did so. He pulled a throw blanket over our naked bodies and started a movie about a red violin. I’d never seen it before, but it was lovely and sad, but I’m afraid I was distracted by my proximity to Scott’s cock.
I drank some wine and stroked Scott’s muscular thigh. When my wine was gone, I turned to kiss Scott, my tongue danced along his and my hand found his semi-hard cock and stroked it to hardness. I trailed my lips down Scott’s neck to his chest and stomach, allowing my hard erect nipples to brush along his body. I slid to kneel between his legs on the floor, looking up into his eyes as I touched the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue.
“God yes!” he moaned as I sank my mouth around him. He threw his head back as I sucked him into my mouth and stroked him with my hand. He laced his hand painfully in my hair. I was so mesmerized by working his cock, enjoying the sounds he made while I had him under my spell, that I was startled when I felt the muscles in his thighs tense before he pulled my mouth off of him.
I made a little noise of disappointment in the back of my throat and heard him chuckle.
“I want my cock back in your pussy,” Scott’s voice sounded strained which just made me smirk.
He pulled my up his body by my hair until I straddled him on the sofa. I rose up and then slowly lowered myself onto his cock, letting out a long deep moan in the process.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and warm.”
Scott lifted me up, sliding me along his rod, then let me back down again. I rocked up and down on him, moaning and grunting as our bodies slapped together. He held me open, his hands splayed across my ass as we crashed into each other over and over and over. My hips bucked uncontrollably as my orgasm swept through me so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to warn him. The clenching of my body around him set Scott’s own orgasm off and he came deep inside me. I leaned my body into him and rested my head against his shoulder while trying to catch my breath, Scott kissed me on the top of my head and pulled the throw blanket back over us as I started to shiver, the sweat of our exertion cooling on my skin.
“I really should get back home,” I said, my voice muffled by Scott’s body.
“You can stay. I’d like for you to stay.”
“No. You have to work in the morning. I should go,” I said, standing to gather the pieces of my bikini.
He tossed me the t-shirt that was draped on the arm of the sofa and I put it on to cover my naked form.
“I’ll walk you back to your place,” he murmured quietly. I just nodded.
He guided me through his patio door and across to my dad’s house.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” he asked at the door to my house. “Maybe I can take you to dinner before class?”
“I’d like that. Text me about a time?”
“Sure, baby,” he lifted my chin and kissed me softly before letting me go.
“Good night, Scott,” I said, turning to open the door and go in.
“Good night, gorgeous girl.”
***
I am not ashamed to admit that Scott and I basically fucked and sucked our way through the whole summer. I can’t say with any amount of certainty that my dad was unaware of it, but I think we did a good job of hiding our illicit activities from him. Dad nearly did catch us the one time we fucked in my bedroom and Scott fell asleep and we had an accidental sleepover. Not to mention the time Scott decided to eat me out on his dining room table in clear view of dad’s backyard. Luckily dad didn’t recognize it was me, but boy did I hear about it. Dad was none too pleased at Scott’s antics. We had some other close calls, but none of them really matter now. They don’t matter because I am graduating this afternoon.
Scott and I have continued to see each other since I returned to school. He’s come to see me at least once a month. I’ve shown him my favorite campus spots and taken him to football and basketball games. He likes to whisk me away to the big city, sometimes to see bands in dive bars and sometimes to get dressed up for the orchestra or to go to a theater. We always have a great time. We’ve been exclusive with each other since the beginning, but we made it official when I returned to school in the fall. We are dating and he is my boyfriend. Today I invited him to my graduation dinner that my mom and step-dad are hosting.
After the pomp and circumstance of the graduation ceremony, I met my friends and family in the private room of a local restaurant. I’d been there for nearly a half hour, sipping some wine, when Scott showed up. He came over to me, a huge smile on his face, and hugged me before planting a truly erotic kiss on my mouth.
“Scott!” I laughed, “What are you doing?”
“No need to hide any more, right baby?”
“It’s not like daddy doesn’t know we’re together. I’m pretty sure it was clear to him when I brought you with me for Christmas with mom and Dan.”
“True, but old habits die hard,” he said, going in for another kiss.
I giggled, delighted, although I noticed my dad glowering from across the room. But that could be just from being in close proximity to my mom and step-dad. Scott and I shared another kiss and soon I was introducing him around to my extended family. Eventually my mom called us all over to the long table where we would eat our celebratory dinner. We enjoyed a lovely meal and after everyone ordered dessert, Scott stood and asked for everyone’s attention.
“I’d like to propose a toast,” he said, raising his glass. “To Eileen, the most remarkable girl I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. She is all the things she said she was when I first met her: she’s funny, gorgeous, a genius, a snappy dresser, and she makes a mean taco salad. But she’s so much more than that. In the fall she will start Medical School and I couldn’t be prouder to know her. She will be a fantastic doctor. I think we can all agree?
“To Eileen!” Everyone toasted to me and I blushed bright scarlet.
“She will make a great doctor, but I also hope she will be something else,” Scott went on, his eyes capturing mine, his lips curving into a smirk. Then he fell to one knee next to my chair and took my left hand in his while my right hand shot to my mouth, covering my gasp.
“Eileen Murphy, I know you are going places and I want to be along for the ride. Would you make me the happiest man alive and agree to be my wife?” I was peripherally aware that he slipped a beautiful ring on my finger, but I could only look at him, shocked, before I found my voice.
“Of course, Scott. Of course I’ll marry you.”
The room erupted in applause, smiles all around, except for on my dad’s scowling face. But I couldn’t let him ruin my joy. It’s my life to live, after all.
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