Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“I really can’t stay. I just wanted to say hello and drop off Eden’s present.”
“We insist,” John says. “I’m sure you’d like to stay for cake and give her the gift personally. After all, you’ve meant so much to her.” He looks at Melanie, and for a brief second something passes between them. It’s gone before I can process it, and they turn away from me and walk over to another couple, acting as if our conversation is over.
I guess to them it is. They were always a cold and distant couple, so I’m sure someone telling them no is unusual and uncomfortable for them. But I can’t help but think what that look meant.
As the sun blazes down on the backyard, I wonder how there isn’t a single inch of shade. My dress shirt and tie were appropriate for the graduation, but now are completely ridiculous around all the people enjoying a backyard barbecue. I look around for another ten minutes. Unable to find Eden, I finally give in. Changing into swim trunks sounds wonderful right now, and I’m desperate to get some sort of relief.
Making my way to the pool house, I look for Eden as I pass through the crowd, but still nothing. By the time I make it over to the entrance, my shirt is soaked from the heat, and I open the door praying it’s cooler inside. It’s only a little less hot inside, the shade being the only difference. It doesn’t seem like there’s an air conditioner in the small pool house, and if there is, it’s shut off. I pull at my tie, walking around to see if there are any of the swim trunks Melanie was talking about. There’s not much to the pool house, only a small couch in the room and two doors off of it. The first door is a closet filled with pool floats and chemicals, so I check the other door. Inside there’s a bathroom with a shower, and a table inside that has a couple of bathing suits piled on it. They all still have their tags, so I look through and pick one with the size I think will fit. They even have a basket of flip-flops to choose from and clean towels stacked beside it.
Setting Eden’s present down on the table, I take off my soaked dress shirt and tie. I slip off my shoes and socks, then undo my belt buckle, pulling it free. Pushing down my slacks and boxer shorts, I feel some blessed relief from the heat, even though the pool house is anything but cool.
I stand there naked and close my eyes, just enjoying the feel of not having anything clinging to me for a second. I run my hands down my chest and to my cock, thinking about seeing Eden today. God, I shouldn’t have these thoughts about her. I’m going to hell. The devil himself will cut off my cock for the thoughts I’ve been having since I saw her today. One smooth rub on my cock and I’m thickening. I need to put to rest the dirty images that are creeping into my head and forget them. Or maybe save them until I’m alone and in the dark, where no one can judge what I want to do to that little girl. My little bit. But she isn’t so little anymore.
“Is that for me?”
My eyes snap open at the soft voice, one I won’t ever forget.
Eden is standing before me in a tiny, see-through, white bikini that’s barely held together by what looks like dental floss.
When her big hooded blue eyes, surrounded by a forest of lashes, lock with mine, she licks her lips. I can’t help but think she isn’t asking about the present I left sitting on the table.
Chapter Five
Coen
“Eden.” I reach out, grabbing a towel and covering myself. Fuck. I can’t believe I was in here stroking my cock to the thought of her and she appeared.
She steps into the bathroom quickly and shuts and locks the door behind her. God, how did I forget to flip the lock?
“It’s okay, Coen. It’s just me.” She looks up at me through her lashes and bites her full bottom lip.
Jesus, if this isn’t some porn fantasy come to life, I don’t know what the fuck is. Her body is scattered with little droplets from the pool. Her white bikini is soaked, and my eyes follow a drop of water as it travels down between her full, perky breasts. Her pink nipples harden visibly under the thin material. As my gaze moves lower, I see the small scrap covering her young pussy. She must be clean-shaven, because I can make out the lines of her little cunt through the wet fabric.
My cock throbs behind the towel, and neither of us says a word for a moment as our eyes eat each other up. There’s something raw and hot that passes between us, and the already hot room charges with heat.