“Thanks.”
*****
We said our goodbyes later at the front door, giving our best to Jake and thanking him for dinner.
He gave my mom a quick kiss on the cheek, high-fived Dennis, and shook my dad's hand warmly on the way out. As I passed by him though, he paused, freezing slightly before he pulled me in for a hug. I felt heady surge of heat grip my body as he pulled me close, even if it was for just a moment. The feeling was electric; just like that time before way back at my birthday when he'd hugged me close. And this time, just as before, I felt whole body glow and tingle under his touch.
"Welcome home, Chelsea" He had that same slightly confusing look in his eye as he had in the kitchen before. He grinned at me once more before I turned and followed my parents back across the lawns to our house.
Chapter 7
Chelsea
Later that night in my room after dinner, I found myself looking out the back window. It's not like I actually thought I was going to see him or anything, but so much of my attraction to this man stemmed from watching him from this very spot that it was almost a second nature thing to do when I thought of him.
That night though, in the darkness of the backyard, I suddenly saw a light flick on in the second floor window by the back of the house. I knew just from growing up next to the Hardings and from being in their house before that the master bedroom was on the other side of the house from the one facing ours across the driveways, but that the room that had just had the light clicked on was Jake's home office. I found myself blushing and quickly stepping behind the curtains as I had so many times watching him mow the lawn, or exercising, or fixing up his car. I could see him then, stepping into the light of the open window as he rummaged around his desk for something for other.
This time though, things were different; of course. This time, I wasn't just the shy girl from next door trying to secretly spy on her crush. This time, I was older, I was more ready, and there was one less thing holding me back.
And so this time, I found myself stepping out from behind the curtain in my semi-darkened room, standing there in my small sleep shorts and button-up pajama shirt. It took a second, with him still poking around his desk, but suddenly as if he knew he was being watched, he stood up straight and turned right towards the window.
I pretended that I didn’t see him, as if I was distracted by something else in my room and not aware that I was standing right in the window. But, out of the corners of my eyes, I could see his eyes flash as they saw me, right across from him, and I blushed forced myself not to turn and wave or anything. I could see the look on his face harden, his jaw tightening a little as he took in the sight of me.
And right then, all I could think about was how good he’d feel; how amazing I knew he'd make me feel as he took me for the first time. The naughty thought brought a pink flush to my cheeks, and I found myself biting my lip.
Suddenly, for no real reason that I can think of now besides that this new me was feeling extra naughty, and extra adventurous, a really salacious thought came into my head.
I knew my own parents were downstairs of my own house, my brother in his own room on the other side of the house. But apart from them, it was just the two of us - just Jake and I - not twenty-five feet across the way from each other. And right then, I wanted him as badly as ever, and maybe thats where my naughty idea came from.
I kept my head turned, as if focused on something across the room and totally oblivious to the fact that my curtains were opened. I grinned wickedly, and slowly I brought my hands up to my shirt. My fingers began to find the buttons at the front of my shirt, and then as I strained my sight out of the corners of my eyes, I could see the blaze in his.
I grinned, feeling his smoldering eyes bore into me as my fingers began to loosen one, and then another, and another of the buttons; slowly moving down my slender body as I undid more and more. Jake's face looked red and his eyes wild, and I could just catch the movement of him glance quickly out the window at the downstairs window, where my parents were in the living room below me.
I felt an erotic shiver shoot through me as I opened my shirt for him, shrugging it off my slender form as I stood there illuminated by the moonlight in my bedroom window. Without hesitating, I reached behind me and unhooked my simple white lace bra, before letting it drop slowly down my arms and off of my body.
Again, I didn't have all the curves some girls had. But what I'd considered gawky and too skinny back in high school, I guess I now thought of as slender and sexy. Besides that, Mr. Harding certainly seemed to like my slender frame, and my small but perky and sensitive breasts. And as I slowly bared my body to him then, I could see the sharp intake of breath, the flush in his face, the way his jaw tightened and his eyes flashed at me that told me he was very Okay with what he was seeing.