Freshman(12)

Yeah, you could say I’d thought about Tyler Weaver just a bit at school. And the prospect of seeing him while I was home was…well, an enticement. It was playing with fire, and I knew that. But the thought of seeing him again, knowing what I knew, was thrilling.





“So I’ll call my mom to pick us up Friday night after class?”





I looked up at Anna’s voice. “Hmm?”





She rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah, not thinking about Tyler Weaver at all, huh?” She grinned as she brought the book back up. “Guess you better pack a spare pair of panties.”





I threw a pillow at her as she convulsed into giggles.





Chapter 8

Tyler





“Another beer?”





I glanced at the near empty bottle in my hand and shrugged at Bob. “Yeah, why not. Thanks, man.”





“You bet.”





Bob Ames wasn’t the type of guy I’d ever thought I’d be friends with. For one, he didn’t have a musical bone in his damn body. I mean the guy owned fucking Enya CD’s for Christ’s sake. In any other world, or if I was still the guy I used to be, we’d be neighbors who smiled and said hi, and that’d be it. But he and I clicked when Rebecca and I had moved here. The accountant with shit taste in music who liked watching cspan, and the former rock star with a platinum record; buddies.





Getting older is strange, man.





But Bob and Helen were good fucking people, especially after the whole Rebecca thing had started to unravel. Helen was an attorney, and even thought I had my own guy on retainer, she’d definitely done a lot during the filing process.





Which, I might add, made the fact that I’d jerked off into their daughter’s panties even worse. It was like this weight on me whenever we hung out now.





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!”