Her skin was warm.Soft.
And I could’ve sworn I felt the warm vibe of her energy, buzzing right through me where we touched.
She shifted a little, her body undulating under my hands as she adjusted herself. Her firm ass cheeks jiggled a bit.
Holy Christ.
Think of something else.
Anything else…
Garbage.
Rotten food.
Back acne.
Yeah, that was good. While I rubbed lotion on Courteney’s smooth, perfect, soft skin… I was picturing some dude’s harry, acne covered back.
No I wasn’t.
I was staring at her. Again.
I slipped my hands under the little string in the back of her bikini top, trying to get the lotion even. If she asked me to untie it, though, I was gonna have to search for the hidden porn cameras.
Because real life was not this good.
Even my life.
She didn’t ask.
I definitely smoothed my hands over her skin for longer than I needed to. But then I managed to remove them from her body, somehow.
She didn’t say anything, except a murmured, “Thanks,” when I finished.
I wiped my hands off on her towel, then sat back on my chair. I kicked up my legs and stretched out. I was wearing my drumming clothes, a tank top and loose shorts, ready to go work up a sweat. But I didn’t really feel like going anywhere.
I glanced over at Courteney.
She was still lying there, her head turned away from me.
The song had changed, and now some slow, bump-n-grind song was oozing sex out of the tiny, shitty speaker in her phone.
“What is this shit? Post Malone?”
“Mmm. And Justin Bieber. Why?” she asked, like she didn’t care. “You hate it?”
“Hate’s a strong word.”
“It’s sexy.”
“I guess.” Itwassexy. Too sexy to sit here listening to with her. “Don’t suppose you have any Slayer…?” It was the first non-sexy music that came to mind.
“What do the girls you usually hang out with listen to?” she asked, ignoring that.
“No idea.”
“Figures,” she mumbled.
