Then, she starts sucking, teeth barely grazing. I can’t stop the groan that slips out of me and it takes every ounce of will power I have not to buck my hips upward. My eyes drift closed and I can hear myself nearly panting.
I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t getting me hard,extremelyhard, but I dare any man to say they wouldn’t get hard if a nearly naked girl was straddling them while simultaneously sucking and licking up their neck. My hands shoot to her hips, holding her to me. She sucks harder, testing my self control, because I can’t stop myself from pulling her forward just a little, causing her to barely grind her hot center against me.
Kennedy pulls back, cheeks pink and lips wet, looking like the hottest vision I’ve ever had. She glances down at the spot she was just sucking, a small self satisfied grin on her lips. “Thank God,” she says, “it worked.”
She’s looking at me like she expects me to say something and I realize I’m still holding her waist in both my hands, keeping her firmly planted on my lap. Her face is flushed and going down her neck, eyes darting between mine.
“Sorry,” I mumble out, before dropping my grip on her.
That low place in my stomach clenches tight as she hops off me and jumps back into the pool. I debate if I should hop back into the pool or wait it out on the chair. She glances back at me, eyes dropping down to my lap where my hands are currentlycovering the boner she gave me that I know she felt, then flick back up to my face. “My turn!” she says, turning around again to face the group, “I dare Logan to streak one lap around the pool.”
“Easy peasy, baby, I’m a showeranda grower.” Logan hops out of the pool and pushes his swim trunks into a pile on the ground. He does cover himself with both of his hands, saving us from an eyeful of his junk, and then runs a lap around the pool before jumping back in, completely naked. Logan’’s streaking definitely took my boner away so I jump in. I stay under the water for a few seconds trying to reel myself in. I can not be into Kennedy. She would never jeopardize her friendship with Miranda, and I wouldn’t want to be responsible for ruining their friendship to begin with. Not to mention I’d lose Kennedy as a friend too. Something I don’t want to happen. When I surface, I’ve made up my mind that while yes, Kennedy is extremely hot,I’mnot into Kennedy. I can’t be.
The game continues with more streaking and soon, all three of us guys are swimming naked in the pool while Calire and Kennedy are still in swim suits.
After another two rounds of more and more sexually aggressive dares, the game devolves when Kennedy dares Adrian to make out with Claire.
The two of them are still making out in the corner of the pool–Adrian’s trunks on the concrete a few feet away.
Kennedy, Logan, and I take that as our cue to leave before we witness something we wish we didn’t. Kennedy hops out first and tosses us our swim trunks to put on.
I put mine on under the water, aware of Kennedy’s eyes on me as she stands over the water with a towel wrapped around her and tucked under her arms.
The three of us leave Adrian and Claire, not bothering with goodbyes. Kennedy hugs Logan. He nods at me, “See you at practice tomorrow,” he says and then gets into his car.
Kennedy and I walk back to my apartment in reflective silence, the exact opposite of what I need right now. Without conversation all I can think about is the way she felt straddling me, how good it felt to move her over my dick like that. This has me thinking about what she would feel like under me, what she’d look like while I–
“Can I change in your apartment really quick? I don’t want to drive home in wet clothes,” she says at the foot of my building. I swallow, feeling like her being in my apartment right now is not a good idea for me and the boners I’ve been getting.
“Absolutely not,” I say sarcastically, before telling her earnestly, “You don’t need to ask, you know you can.”
She lets herself into my bedroom and closes the door. I wait for her in the living room, feeling oddly out of place in my own damn apartment. Knowing she’s in my room, probably naked right now, has me once again thinking about things I should not be thinking about.
I run a hand over my face, I need to get laid. This is Kennedy. I don’t get boners over Kennedy. At least, I don’t get boners over Kennedy very often and when I do, it's a shameful occurrence that I feel guilty about for days after. Puberty was a trying time, especially with Kennedy practically living at my house. She got boobs early and the puberty hormones noticed.
Kennedy walks out of my room and into the living room holding her teeny swimsuit in one hand. She walks to her stuff by the door and wraps her towel around her wet swim suit before putting it in her bag.
“Thanks for today, by the way. Today was big for me,” she says, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
“Yeah, of course, no problem. You know how Adrian is always looking for any reason to use the pool. Man should have been a swimmer instead of a hockey player.”
She nods her head and purses her lips, “I just mean, today was–” She cuts herself off with a deep breath, “We’re cool right?”
“About this?” I say, finger grazing the slightly tender spot below my throat. “It’s nothing. We were playing dare or drink. It’s nothing,” I say.“I promise, we’re good.”
“Good,” she says, flashing me a smile and readjusting her swim bag over her shoulder, eyeing where I know there’s a mark. “In that case, I owe you an essay writing session.” She turns toward my door, “Let me know when you want to cash it in.”
She smiles at me as she leaves my apartment, and I don’t know why, but something about it feels off. I have the instinct to reach out and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Okay, I will,” I manage to say.
Chapter Nine
Kennedy
Istand naked in front of my mirror looking at myself from every angle. I twist from side to side, twirling until my eyes can barely trace over the lines of my body. This is something I’ve started doing in the last year or so–practicing how to stand, evaluating myself from every angle before leaving the house. I practice how to cover my stomach with my hands, and how to hold myself as I move through the world.
I inspect every single mole and line and stretch mark while I imagine I’m someone else looking at my naked body for the first time; what parts of me they wouldn’t like, where I’m uneven and ugly.
