I pump faster, looking for some relief, stroking it while staring at the picture of Channa. I pay close attention to her lips, how full and pouty they are, and I imagine them wrapped around my cock. The daydream sends my body into overdrive. I place my phone on the little nook carved into the tile for the soap and stroke my cock even faster. I picture myself fucking that sweet pussy, how it convulsed, how it squeezed around me as she came, and the torrent of cum than poured from her when she was done. I’ve never seen a girl get as wet as she does.
Holy shit, I want her so bad.
I can’t take it anymore. My dick explodes. Ropes of cum pulse out of me, hitting the tile shower walls. I’d forgotten to breathe and have to lean against the wall and stabilize myself before I pass out.
I need her again. I want the real thing, not just the memory. I want her body wrapped up with mine. I want us so close it’s impossible to tell where she begins and I end. Just want every part of her: heart, soul, body. I want to be that couple who people can’t imagine one without the other. The kind of couple that people make up dumb nicknames for, like Kanna or Chain. I need her. The thought of her leaving at the end of the week is terrifying.
An hour later the girls arrive back to the house. My heart leaps into my throat when I hear Channa’s voice in the other room. I follow it into the kitchen. When I see her, my world lights up. She’s wearing a gray dress and long bulky black sweater with her boots. She’s barely showing any skin and it’s impossible to see her shape, but I’m turned on none the less. Her auburn hair is loose around her shoulders. I want to run my fingers through it, smell her shampoo, breathe that scent that’s purely and uniquely hers. I’ve never been around someone who makes everything better just by existing. It’s a feeling like no other, and one I don’t want to ever go away.
“Hungry?” she says, her beautiful smile beaming when she sees me. “We’re making dinner.”
I wish her friends could disappear into thin air, just for a moment, so I can run to her and kiss her lips and touch her body. God, she’s something else.
“Starving,” I say.
“Good. I’ve been marinating these steaks all day.” She hands me the plate of meat and I head out to the back porch. There’s a fire pit in the small back yard as well as a barbeque. I make a fire for the pit, using the wood stacked up by the garage door. Then I light the grill. Channa makes a potato salad and Deb cuts fruit. Apparently Lillian is not allowed to cook after poisoning a room full of people with undercooked chicken, so now she’s been designated the bartender. She might not be able to cook but she makes a mean Long Island Iced Tea.
Lillian comes out the back door, leaving the others to do all the work. She sets my cocktail on the table and sits by the fire on one of the patio chairs.
“Those smell wonderful,” she says.
I can see Channa through the kitchen window. She wrestles her hair up into a messy bun and continues her work. Deb says something that makes her laugh. The sound of it floats out the open window and sends a thrill through me. She lifts her head and catches my eye. I wink at her and watch her look down and blush. I have to have her tonight. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be with her again. I need to make the most of our time together before she leaves.
“Thanks,” I say to Lillian, almost forgetting she’d said anything.
“Handsome, a hard worker, and a good cook? Triple threat. You’re going to make a fine husband one day.”
I shrug off the compliment, thinking she’s just trying to make conversation to cut through the silence as we wait for the others to join us. But then she moves to one of the chairs beside me, away from the fire even though it’s freezing out. She’s not doing anything overtly flirty, but I’m sensing a change in her that I don’t like.
The rain continues to pour down faster than the ground can absorb it. Luckily the cover over the porch is a sturdy one and the ground is sloped enough to keep us from getting wet. Too bad it doesn’t leak enough to give her a reason to go inside. I don’t like where this is leading.
Lillian is wearing a short skirt and a sweater. I glance over just in time to see her hike her skirt up a little more when she adjusts her position.
Shit.
I’ve been too distracted by Channa to notice Lillian. Now that I think of it, she’s constantly been doing little things like this to get my attention. I haven’t thought too much about it, but I’m fairly certain she’s trying to flirt with me.
I ignore the compliment and keep my head down. I don’t want to give her any ideas. There’s no way I would ever be attracted to someone like Lillian. She’s the kind of girl most men would go for, but not me. There are a million girls out there with blond hair, big personalities, and even bigger boobs, but all I see when I look at those girls is someone who didn’t get enough attention as a child—or maybe too much. With Channa, she is who she is. Take
