12
Following our swim, we head back to Alex’s where he convinces me to go commando under my shorts and tank top. The sheer fabric of my tank leaves very little to the imagination. My breasts might be nothing to write home about, but I still have nipples, and right now they’re very erect — because it’s chilly post-swim, and for no other reason.
I emerge from the washroom, my arms self-consciously crossed over my chest. Alex smiles at the sight of me.
“My tank top is kind of see through,” I explain. “These arms are staying in this position.”
He laughs and sprints to the front door. He grabs a cozy looking sweater and throws it at me. I catch it and hug it against my chest. It’s soft. I turn away from him and slip it on. It’s way too big for me, but I love the feel of it. “Thanks, now all I need is a cup of tea.”
He grins. “I can do that for you.” He bounces off the sofa. “Hey, how about a game of Scrabble? Do you like Scrabble?”
I’m surprised by the turn of events — perhaps I’ve underestimated the boy. “Sure… I’m not very good though.”
He plugs in the kettle. “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you,” he says with a wink.
Damn. I know he’s talking about letters on wooden squares, but my body stands to attention regardless.
We have a great time, drinking tea and eating shortbread cookies made by a neighbor. We laugh when we realize that most of our words are naughty: BREASTS, BED, WET, SHEETS, LIPS, PIE, HARDER, MOUTH, CLAMPS, REAR, TEDDY, SALSA, KISS, HEADLIGHTS, INTERCOURSE, MONSTER…
“There’s definitely a theme going on,” I quip.
“Seriously, what’s wrong with us?” he jokes.
We have so much fun, I don’t even notice the time go by. When I check my phone and see that it’s already five-thirty, I’m shocked. “I should go.”
His face falls but just for a second.
“Jacob usually makes dinner,” I explain. “He’s a better cook than I am. I don’t want to miss it… it’d be rude. He’s probably making something for the both of us. I don’t want him to worry.”
“I totally get it,” Alex says with a smile. “Keep the sweater for now. You can give it back to me tomorrow.”
“Thanks. I should go get my underwear.”
I scurry to the washroom and pick up my panties and bra which are hanging on the edge of his bathtub. When I get back, it’s awkward. Goodbyes are always a little uncomfortable, especially when one is holding one’s panties and bra.
Alex gives me a quick awkward hug. “I had a great time.”
I smile up at him. “Me too. Thanks again.”
I know he wants to sleep with me. I’m not that woman who thinks every guy wants to nail her. But once in a while, men will look at me exactly like Alex is looking at me right now, and I know precisely what’s on their minds.
I dash out the door with a wave. I’m exhilarated as I jog back home. I’m on a high — I feel like a teenager heading back home for dinner, a few minutes late.
As soon as I walk in the kitchen, I know something’s wrong. Jacob doesn’t smile at me or say hello. He’s busy frying fish — it smells so good. Abby and Baxter paw at my legs, excited to see me. I pet their cute little heads.
He eyes the underwear in my hand. “Had fun?”
“Oh,” I’m quick to say. “I went for a swim with Alex… you saw us, right?”
He dips his head over the stove. “Yeah, I did.”
“Anyway, I’m going commando right now,” I point out. “I should go change. What are you making for dinner?”
He turns to me. “Talapia… but there’s only enough for me. I assumed you were having dinner with Alex.”
I glare at him as I head to my bedroom.
Jerk.
