After pulling myself out of the pool and while drying myself with a large towel, I noticed the curtains to Todd’s old room twitch aside. I waited for Scott to make an appearance, but he didn’t. I cocked my head to one side, thinking of my options and made a decision that had everything to do with my libido and nothing at all to do with my brain. I went into the house and grabbed the bottle of moscato I’d stored in the fridge, pulled two wine glasses out of the cupboard, and headed back over to Scott’s house where I knocked on his patio door, still wearing my blue bikini.
He greeted me, wearing nothing more than ragged jeans with the top button unbuttoned, his hair wild as though he’d been running his fingers through it.
“Eileen,” he said, his voice somehow deeper than I remembered.
“Scott,” I responded, licking my lips, suddenly uncertain. “I brought wine and plans to apologize,” I said, raising the bottle in my hand to show him.
He backed out of my way and gestured for me to enter his home.
“Have a seat,” he said, pointing towards what I already know is the family room just off the kitchen. “I’ll open this and bring it to you.” I nodded and walked toward the place he indicated. I smiled at the changes he had made to the place since the last time I’d been there when Todd still lived with his parents. The room was now decorated very simply, a leather sectional sofa taking up most of the room and facing an enormous flat-screen television. I sat in the corner of the ‘L’, my legs tucked underneath me. Scott came in carrying two glasses of wine but did not sit. He just looked at me, his eyebrows arched in question.
“Look, Scott. I am… I am really, really sorry. My dad… Well, my dad gave me an ultimatum.”
“Involving me?” he asked, his voice gravelly.
“Yes. He said to end it with you or he wouldn’t pay for my last year of school.”
“You told him about us…?”
“Ha! No. That isn’t… No. He just saw us together. How we looked at each other…”
“He saw how badly I wanted to fuck you. And that you wanted me to take all of you…” Scott handed me my glass of wine and studied me as I gulped the liquid down.
“You should have told me, baby,” he growled. “You shouldn’t’ve shut me out.”
“I know,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I wanted you too much.”
Before I could say or think anything else, he was on me, pressing his body into mine, his lips covering mine. I moaned my need into his mouth while his fingers sought out the hook holding my bikini top, slipping it open and off my torso. His lips trailed down from my mouth to fasten on one nipple while his hand pinched and rubbed the other.
“Oh God! Scott!” I groaned, my hands in his hair and holding him against me.
Scott slid down my body and hooked his hands behind my knees to pull me to the edge of the sofa. He curved his fingers around my bikini bottoms and roughly pulled them off, tossing them away before pressing urgent kisses from my bellybutton to my mons and then touching the tip of his tongue to the top of my slit. I hissed and my hips jerked towards him.