to a senior our sophomore year, a guy she’d been dating about six months, and she says it took her another six months before she ever had an orgasm from him.
Maybe I just need to do it again. To find out if I’m playing it up in my head, or if Tucker really is that good. If he’s not, maybe I can let go of this borderline obsession, and if he is, then at least I’ll know for sure that it’s sex-induced. Purely biological, and maybe excusable?
I ran into Cap at Bagel Boys this morning, so I know they’re back, and that they’ll most definitely be at Andy’s tonight.
I text Billy to check in, and he tells me he’s going to stay over at Kyle’s, so I text Kyle’s mom to make sure it’s okay. Really I just want to make sure that those are actually his plans. I know the tricks, I’m only seventeen after all, and, sadly, it doesn’t take all that much effort to be a better parent to Billy than my mother ever was to me. Kyle’s mom texts me back that she’s happy to have him, and I lie back on my poolside chaise and relax.
* * *
Andy’s party is packed. Besides partying and hooking up, it looks like Tucker spent his weeks in the Hamptons getting a deep brown tan. It makes his blond hair look blonder and his green eyes shimmer like sea glass in the evening light. And it makes me wonder what those T-shirt-covered muscles my fingers recall with aching detail look like in their darker tone.
It isn’t long before Tucker obliges me, when he, Cap, and Andy, strip down to their underwear and jump into the lake. I sit back against the enormous weeping willow and watch their drunken escapades, trying to be nothing other than amused as Tucker tries to convince girl after girl to go skinny-dipping. Maybe it’s his ridiculous Tucker tone, but I find myself laughing at him. That is, until he notices, and makes his way over to me.
“Something funny, Princess?” He arches a playful brow.
“Just the lengths you’ll go to get any random girl naked,” I tease.
Tucker smirks. “Not any girl, Princess. Not you. Not here. You’re for my eyes only.”
I swallow thickly. “Is that so?” I challenge.
Tucker nods, staring intently down at me, as if waiting for what I’ll say next. But he should know by now there’s only one way I respond to a dare—even a vaguely implied one. His eyes only? Please.
I stand up. “So I shouldn’t go for a swim, then?”
Tucker shakes his head. “Fuck no. Not here.”
“Hmm…but the water does look so inviting…” It doesn’t. I have no desire whatsoever to go swimming right now.
“Carl.” His tone is suddenly censuring, and I’m surprised by the way his features drain of mirth. But his reaction only eggs me on.
“Teen!” I shout, getting her attention from where she sits on the dock, feet in the water, being splashed by Andy. “Why should these guys have all the fun?”
I grab the hem of my tank top and peel it up over my head. Tina is immediately on board. She hops to her feet and starts stripping. We won’t skinny-dip, of course, but our bras and underwear cover as much if not more than a bikini, and God do I love the shock on Tucker’s face right now.
I shimmy out of my shorts and slip my fingers around to the hook of my bra, just to mess with him.
His face darkens in anger. “ Carl .” He reaches for me as if he’s actually going to forcibly stop me from getting naked, and I snake around him and race toward the dock. Moments later, Tina and I jump into the lake, shrieking with laughter.
We start some kind of equal opportunity stripping and swimming feminist movement, and by the time I turn around to face the shore, half of the girls have joined us.
Thirty minutes later, almost the entire party has moved into the cool, refreshing lake, which does feel pretty damn great after all. A chicken fight breaks out and people watch and cheer.
Eventually I feel him behind me. He doesn’t touch me, but I know he’s there. I turn my face to him, smirking,
Maybe I just need to do it again. To find out if I’m playing it up in my head, or if Tucker really is that good. If he’s not, maybe I can let go of this borderline obsession, and if he is, then at least I’ll know for sure that it’s sex-induced. Purely biological, and maybe excusable?
I ran into Cap at Bagel Boys this morning, so I know they’re back, and that they’ll most definitely be at Andy’s tonight.
I text Billy to check in, and he tells me he’s going to stay over at Kyle’s, so I text Kyle’s mom to make sure it’s okay. Really I just want to make sure that those are actually his plans. I know the tricks, I’m only seventeen after all, and, sadly, it doesn’t take all that much effort to be a better parent to Billy than my mother ever was to me. Kyle’s mom texts me back that she’s happy to have him, and I lie back on my poolside chaise and relax.
* * *
Andy’s party is packed. Besides partying and hooking up, it looks like Tucker spent his weeks in the Hamptons getting a deep brown tan. It makes his blond hair look blonder and his green eyes shimmer like sea glass in the evening light. And it makes me wonder what those T-shirt-covered muscles my fingers recall with aching detail look like in their darker tone.
It isn’t long before Tucker obliges me, when he, Cap, and Andy, strip down to their underwear and jump into the lake. I sit back against the enormous weeping willow and watch their drunken escapades, trying to be nothing other than amused as Tucker tries to convince girl after girl to go skinny-dipping. Maybe it’s his ridiculous Tucker tone, but I find myself laughing at him. That is, until he notices, and makes his way over to me.
“Something funny, Princess?” He arches a playful brow.
“Just the lengths you’ll go to get any random girl naked,” I tease.
Tucker smirks. “Not any girl, Princess. Not you. Not here. You’re for my eyes only.”
I swallow thickly. “Is that so?” I challenge.
Tucker nods, staring intently down at me, as if waiting for what I’ll say next. But he should know by now there’s only one way I respond to a dare—even a vaguely implied one. His eyes only? Please.
I stand up. “So I shouldn’t go for a swim, then?”
Tucker shakes his head. “Fuck no. Not here.”
“Hmm…but the water does look so inviting…” It doesn’t. I have no desire whatsoever to go swimming right now.
“Carl.” His tone is suddenly censuring, and I’m surprised by the way his features drain of mirth. But his reaction only eggs me on.
“Teen!” I shout, getting her attention from where she sits on the dock, feet in the water, being splashed by Andy. “Why should these guys have all the fun?”
I grab the hem of my tank top and peel it up over my head. Tina is immediately on board. She hops to her feet and starts stripping. We won’t skinny-dip, of course, but our bras and underwear cover as much if not more than a bikini, and God do I love the shock on Tucker’s face right now.
I shimmy out of my shorts and slip my fingers around to the hook of my bra, just to mess with him.
His face darkens in anger. “ Carl .” He reaches for me as if he’s actually going to forcibly stop me from getting naked, and I snake around him and race toward the dock. Moments later, Tina and I jump into the lake, shrieking with laughter.
We start some kind of equal opportunity stripping and swimming feminist movement, and by the time I turn around to face the shore, half of the girls have joined us.
Thirty minutes later, almost the entire party has moved into the cool, refreshing lake, which does feel pretty damn great after all. A chicken fight breaks out and people watch and cheer.
Eventually I feel him behind me. He doesn’t touch me, but I know he’s there. I turn my face to him, smirking,
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