“Each time I’ve ridden on your bike, you’ve checked my helmet straps and foot placement.”
“Ah. Suppose you would prefer I stop doing that.”
I didn’t mean to make her feel like a child. Hadn’t even realize I was doing it.
She’s silent for a moment.
“No.....I wouldn’t.” She flips down her face shield and scoots in closer to me.Conversation over? Loved that conversation.
“Besides...are you fully grown?”
Her face shield snaps back up. Expression indignant. “I’m very tall for my height, thank you very much!”
The laughter rumbles out of me, and I flick my blinker indicating a right turn until Vaughn leans forward to speak to me again.
“I don’t want to go home yet.”
Thank you, Jesus.
“Where to?”
“Do you know where the Onion Creek Club is?”
I turn back toward her. She can’t see the skepticism, but it’s there. I do know where Onion Creek is. It’s closed, though. It’s a country club. It’s been closed for hours.
“Yeeeeeah.”
“Good. Go there.”
Anything she wants. This won’t be my first time in jail.
“Give me a boost.”
We’re standing outside of a black iron fence that surrounds a closed and very off-limits outdoor pool. The fence is only about five feet tall but she’s wearing a skirt.
“A boost?”
“Yeah. A boost. Put your hands out and let me step in them.”
“Yeah. I’m familiar with the concept of a boost. Why do you need one? The pool’s closed. What’s the plan here?”
“I want to swim.”
She wants to swim. Oh man. The possibilities. Surely, she isn’t going to swim in that outfit. What’s under that outfit? Will I get to see it? Or is this a skinny-dipping situation?I practically trip over myself to get in prime boosting position. This definitely isn’t her first rodeo because she knows exactly where to put her feet and displays Olympian level skill when she vaults herself to the other side.
Eyeing her warily, I hop over the fence with ease and without assistance.
Vaughn immediately begins undressing.What do I do? Can I watch? Should I watch?I don’t want to derail all the work I’ve put in.Trust is the goal.Quickly, I turn away opting to allow her the privacy she doesn’t seem to care about.
“What are you doing?”
“Ah...I don’t know really. Giving you privacy?”
“Hmm. I’m good. It’s a bra and panties. It covers what my bathing suit covers.”
She sounds annoyed, and I turn to see that she is, in fact, annoyed.Damn it. Fifty-fifty shot, and I did not nail it. And hooooooooly mother of sex symbols. This girl. Full breasts, small waist, wide hips, and thick, firm thighs. No thigh gap.The thigh tattoo that I’ve always wanted to see more of extends all the way up, and I do mean all the way. It reaches the crest of her hip.The fight to not bite my clenched fist is an indescribable struggle. I need to squeeze my eyes shut to gather myself, but I don’t think the action would be well received.
“Sorry. So.....we’re swimming? We’re taking off our clothes and swimming...together....in there?”
