She nods, and I help her stand. We struggle to walk together to the edge of the pool, so once we get to a semi-dry section, I hoist her into my arms bridal style and carry her through to the changing rooms.
“What bag am I looking for?” I ask her as I lower her down onto the seat.
“Would’ve thought you’d guessed that one. It’s the Disney princess one with Ariel on it.”
I shake my head. “No wonder you and Aria are best friends. You both love Disney.”
I walk out of the room, making sure to close the door behind me and head to the cubby holes to grab our things. Once back in the changing room, I lock the door behind me, place our bags on the seat beside her and start getting the remainder of the cramp out by working my way up her calf muscle, then her thigh. The higher I reach, the more she moans.
“I didn’t realise getting a massage felt this good,” I murmur.
Glancing up for a moment, I see her head is tipped back, and her breathing is shallow. She’s so sexy. I wonder what she would look like riding my dick until she found her release. I shouldn’t be thinking like this about her. It’s Stephanie. She should be like a kid sister to me like it has been for so many years. Yet, this bikini is doing nothing to help my hormones now that I’ve only recently started seeing her in a different light.
I turn my attention back to focusing on her leg. It’s either that or else I’m going to tear that swimsuit off her and fuck her all over this room. It’s not the most hygienic place to have sex either, nor is it the place I want to take her our first time. The woman deserves romance, a bed, and some orgasms to leave her sore the next day.
Moving my hands higher onto her thigh, her next moan comes out louder, huskier and full of lust.
“Shh Steph...or people are going to think we’re doing more in here than rubbing out a cramp.”
“Can’t help it. Your hands are like magic.”
I grin. She should see what else I can do with them. “It feels less tense. How does it feel for you?”
“Much better. Thanks. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you here.”
I shrug. “It was nothing.”
“You still want that coffee?” she asks as she gingerly moves off the bench and I sense she wasn’t telling me the truth.
“Yes, please, but I’ll pay.”
“You said loser buys and that’s me.”
“You didn’t lose. You got injured.” She starts to pull her stuff out of her bag and begins drying herself down. I turn on the shower in the room just to rinse my body off, but I know that as soon as I get home tonight, I’m jumping into the shower to jerk off to thoughts of her.
“Don’t look, okay,” she whispers, and I immediately spin around to drench myself in the water. I can’t help myself and stare despite her warning. She removes the bikini top, and it drops to the ground with a wet slap. She wipes her back down with her towel and then bends over. Before I know it, she’s naked beneath the towel. I gulp.
“Jake, you’re staring.”
“Can’t help it,” I reply. I really can’t. I want her. All of her. I need her naked, so I can show her I’m the man for her.
Stephanie
Without warning, Jake snakes his arms around me and slams me against the tile wall.
“Hey! What are you doing? That’s cold!” I yelp.
“Shh…” he whispers as he presses his nose to mine. “I couldn’t help but look. I need to touch too.”
“Jake… We–” I whisper.
“What? Shouldn’t?”
“Exactly.”
He sighs heavily as I slide my hands up his biceps. He closes his eyes as if my touch burns his skin.
“Steph…” It’s a warning to stop even though he doesn’t want me to. If he did, he wouldn’t have pushed me up against this wall. Seems Aria was right when she said he has feelings for me too, but I need to know if it’s a sexual thing or more because, for me, it’s definitely more than a simple physical attraction.
He slides one hand onto my waist and pulls me closer whilst sliding the other one up around my neck. I gulp as he leans down towards me. This is it, the moment he kisses me, and we live happily ever after.
As I close my eyes, waiting for his impending kiss, we’re interrupted by a buzzing noise quickly followed by a quack.
His face breaks out into a smile. “Who the hell’s text alert is that?”
“Aria’s.”
“Does she know? That’s the funniest shit I’ve heard in a long time.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Let’s get dressed before we get cold. I don’t want to be responsible for you catching a cold on top of that cramp.”
“It’s not your fault.”
He shrugs but doesn’t say another word. His eyes hold sadness as he steps away from me, leaving me feeling empty and colder than when he pressed me against the wall. I don’t want him to move away from me. It felt so good being in his arms; like I belong there.
He begins pulling items from his bag. I’ll admit, I feel a little lonely even though we’re in the same room. Damn Aria for interrupting us. I watch as he dresses.
“I didn’t know you had that tattoo,” I comment as he slides his t-shirt on.
“The birds?”
“Yeah.”
“They represent our parents. Aria and Toby have the same one.”
That’s sweet. I knew they had lost their parents when they were younger, so it’s nice to hear them speak of them.
“Do you need a lift home?” Jake asks.
“No, I should be fine to drive.”
“Just remember to keep that leg stretched, and if you need to, get yourself to a doctor, okay?”
“I will, but there’s no doctor like you.”
He smiles as we exit the room and make our way to our respective cars. My leg is still aching, but I’ll go home and turn my shower up blistering hot to ease the ache. I’ll probably spend this afternoon reading with a heat pack tucked beneath my leg. I get cramps in my foot now and again, but nothing like that. Thank heavens Jake had been there. I don’t know what I would’ve done without his presence.
I should get him something small to say thank you. He didn’t need to come to my rescue, but he did, and for that, I will be forever grateful. I definitely need to break things off with Ben and have some time being single before I start anything or even tell Jake how I feel. I don’t want him to be a rebound or to think that of himself either. I want the forever thing: the fairy tale, the happily ever after. I want it all.
He’s my Prince Charming.
Chapter Three
Stephanie
I’m sitting on my couch with my glass of wine, trying to make the final few drops of it last longer. It’s not that I don’t have more wine, but rather I can’t be bothered getting off my bum to go pour another glass.
It’s been a week since the swimming incident with Jake. A week of the most deliciously dirty dreams about him; dreaming about all the things I want him to do to me and vice versa. I’m awakened most mornings with my heart thumping, pulse racing wildly, body alive with desire, and my vagina demanding release.