Not, of course, that it stopped me from thinking about Christina. And I still did, weeks after that whole incident. Fuck, she was all I could think about. I’d even had some guys I used to know from the road call up wanting to take me out and get me laid - get my mind off Rebecca. Except my mind was off Rebecca.
The problem was, it was firmly on my sexy, off-limits, barely legal college-girl neighbor.
“Here you go, bud.”
I jerked my head up as Bob came back out onto the front porch with beers. “Thanks.” I frowned. “Hey by the way, where’s Helen tonight?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” He beamed at me. “Christina’s coming home for the weekend, she’s off picking her and Anna up at the train station.”
Holy fuck.
I could feel this raw sort of energy roar thought me. And of course, it was right then that the car turned into the driveway, headlights washing over the two of us up on the front porch. It pulled up the driveway, and as I glanced over the railing, we suddenly locked eyes.
Fucking hell, the girl that I couldn’t get off my damn mind, the one I’d been jerking my cock to literally every night since that day was right here.
The car shut off and she opened the door and stepped out.
Fuck did she look good. She looked better than good. I mean, I thought girls were supposed to go off to college and come back looking like they partied too hard or didn’t sleep enough. Not her thought. Christina just looked fucking amazing, like she had this glow about her or something. Yeah, she’d been this flirtation with temptation before, this fantasy angel that got my dick rock hard.
Now? Fuck, now it was worse. The second she stepped out of that car, I could feel the world blur away around me as she flashed a big wide grin at me. She was in jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, but God did she look every damn inch as sexy as she had in that bikini in my backyard. She was all bounce and pep, all lively and young. She was wicked temptation, standing right in front of me.
She bounded up to the porch and hugged her dad before turning to me. “Hey Mr. Weaver!” She said it with this little sparkle in her big blue eyes, and I almost couldn’t find my damn voice to say hi back. I felt like some dipshit teenager, getting all fucking tongue-tied over a girl. I mean what the fuck? I was more than twice her age, there was no reason for me to get all dopey like this around her.
Except I knew why, and it had to to with me blowing a load every night since she’d left thinking about her.
*****
“So, school’s good?”
Bob and Helen had refused to take no for an answer after asking me to stay over for burgers in the backyard. Yeah, like I needed much convincing to have an excuse to be around Christina.
She grinned as put down the glass of water in her hand. “Oh my God, we’re having so much fun!”
I growled inside at her words. The idea of her and Anna having “so much fun” with all those college-boy jackasses suddenly had me seeing red. The idea of any of those pieces of shit getting to lay their hands on this perfect creature - getting to taste her, or getting to fuck her - had the rage boiling up inside. I felt possessive, and animalistic, like I needed to mark her and make her mine.
You’re being ridiculous.
I forced a smile to my face, nodding as kept telling us all about school and classes, and living with Anna. Jesus I needed to go before I started acting like a total weirdo. I’d never even touched this girl - it wasn’t even a damn option, actually - and she had me like that, all twisted up inside. I’d never had girls on the road get me this hard or stick in my brain this much, and there had been a lot of girls.
I slugged back the rest of my beer and sighed. “Well, I should get going and let you all play family here.” I smiled at Bob and Helen. “Thanks so much for dinner, guys.” I turned and grinned at Christina. “Welcome back to the neighborhood, Chris.”
She blushed, just a hint of it, and I had to shake my head as I forced myself to stand.
“Hey is it okay if I run over to Anna’s real quick?” Christina said quickly.
Bob chuckled. “Separation anxiety?”
She rolled her eyes. “She’s got my phone charger.” She stood from the patio table at the same time I did. “I’ll walk you out!” She said with a cute little smile at me.
We were at the bottom of the driveway, about to walk in separate directions, when I said it before I could stop myself. “Hey, listen, if you or Anna want to come over and use the pool this weekend, be my guest.”
Her eyes flashed at me in the twilight, that cute little blush washing over her cheeks. “Thanks,” she said quietly, biting her lip. “I might.”
I wanted to reach out and slide my hands around he waist. I wanted to yank her against me and crush my lips to hers and claim her mouth. I wanted to tear those jeans off of her, rip her panties off, and taste that teenage pussy. I wanted to bend her over and bury every inch of my cock inside of her until he honey trickled down my balls.
You need to get the fuck home.
“Well, come on over any time.”