There’s so much I’m ready to do to you, Erica.
“Let’s do it.”
I ducked under the water and swam through her legs, lifting her up onto my shoulders. It was impossible to ignore the fact that her crotch was pressed firmly against the back of my head. Could I feel her warmth, or was it my imagination?
Lance and Katie came at us, pool noodle swinging like a rapier. Erica slapped at it with her own noodle, and then began fighting more earnestly. As Lance and I circled each other in the water, I savored the feeling of Erica’s body on top of mine, and the way her legs felt underneath my hands as I held her up.
Erica managed to knock Katie off first. Lance immediately demanded a rematch, but they lost again as Erica grabbed Katie’s arm and yanked her into the water.
“We are the champions!” Erica cheered, throwing her hands in the air. I bobbed her up and down while making a victory lap in the pool.
“You two are a good team!” Mrs. Porter said.
Lance was glaring at me. I smiled back at him with genuine happiness.
Fuck you, asshole.
12
Erica
During our first round of chicken, I wasn’t able to focus on the game because I was busy staring at Katie’s legs wrapped around Hunter’s head, and the way her breasts brushed against the top of his head when she leaned forward.
But then Lance suggested we switch teams, and before I knew it, I was on top ofHunter.
I squeezed his head between my legs while he held my ankles against his chest. I had always known he was strong, but now I could feel it as he held me up with ease. And the way he squeezed my ankles caused his shoulder muscles to contract underneath my thighs.
The whole thing made me wonder what I would be like to ride him in adifferentway. It was a good thing we were in the pool, because it felt like my lady-parts were onfire.
I kicked ass while on Hunter’s team, relishing the opportunity to lay into Katie. She was just trying to have fun, slapping with the pool noodle and playfully shoving me away, but I strongly wanted to win.
And when I did knock her off Lance’s shoulders the second time, Hunter walked me around the pool in a victory lap, hooting and bouncing me up and down. Every bounce rubbed my mound against the back of his head.
This waswaybetter than having him rub lotion on my back.
“It’s time for cake!” Mom announced. I swam over to the pool ladder and climbed out, acutely aware that Hunter was right behind me and probably had a front-row seat to my wet ass.
Lance was waiting by my chair with a towel. He wrapped it around me, then kept his arm around my shoulder. It seemed awfully forward considering we were only an hour into our first date—if you could even call this a date—but I let him do it because I knew Hunter was watching.
As if he was trying to one-up me, Hunter draped a towel around Katie and rubbed his hands up and down, drying her off in his arms. She cuddled against him while he moved the towel over her back, and down her ass.
“Do you like him?” Lance suddenly asked me.
I gave a start. “Like him? Uh, no. Not at all. Why?”
“I wanted to make sure you two weren’t friends,” Lance whispered, “before I tell you that I think he’s a dick.”
Oh. He was asking if I like him as a friend.
I laughed. “Hunter’s a nice guy. He’s just protective of me, I guess.”
“Whatever,” Lance said, staring daggers across the pool.
Mom handed out slices of cake and plastic forks. While everyone ate, Dad got up and waved his hands to get everyone’s attention.
“I want to thank everyone for coming over today to celebrate the graduation of Brad and Hunter,” he said. “Sure, graduating high school might seem like a given these days, but in this family we believe in celebrating milestones no matter how difficult they were. Brad is staying in town to attendTheOhio State University…”
That drew several cheers.