I wander around the party, chatting with a few people, drinking sangria and trying to ignore Zane. I hear people asking him about the military, and every so often, we catch each other’s eyes and make faces at how ridiculous the whole situation we’re in is.
I manage to get a decent buzz going on after a few glasses of sangria, and I actually start to loosen up a bit. I keep seeing Zane and can’t help but notice how hot he is, over and over again. I try to keep my mind on the party, and maybe even try to meet a few new guys, but by the time the party ends and Mom, Dad and I walk back across the lawn to the house, I don’t find anyone else worth really investigating.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ZANE LEWIS
I finally walk into my room after the party, feeling almost as tired as I normally do after a personal training session, and almost as jazzed at the same time. I turn on the lights and untuck my dress shirt, kick off my shoes, and sit down in front of my TV, starting up my old PlayStation to play a few rounds against the computer to tire myself out.
I’m playing by autopilot, reacting to the action on the screen without even really thinking about it, since I’ve played the game so many times I don’t need to focus. I start thinking about the party. For the most part it was silly, but I have to admit to myself that Harper was looking really good, even better than when I’d seen her the night before, or even that morning.
I see movement in the corner of my vision and pause the game for a second. The movement is in my window, or more accurately, it’s across the yard, in the other window. Harper’s room. I start to go back to my game, but as soon as I see what she’s doing, I forget about the game altogether. She’s taking off her dress. Apparently she doesn’t remember her curtains are open.
I know I shouldn’t watch, and I tell myself to get back to the game, because I shouldn’t even be interested in seeing Harper get naked. But I am. I move a little closer to my window and watch her as she wriggles and squirms, pulling the fabric over her head, revealing her panties and bra. Goddamn. Harper is practically spilling out of her bra, and as she reaches around to her back, I’m already almost mentally begging to see what she looks like without it.
I get my answer in less than a minute. Harper unhooks her bra and slides the straps down her shoulders, and then tosses it aside. Her back is still to the window.
“God, take the panties off too. Take them off.” I’m already starting to get hard, my cock coming to life in my pants. Somewhere along the way, Harper hasn’t just become more mature, she’s also got a terrific-looking ass and a killer rack to go with it. It’s all on display for me right there, without her even knowing.
Of course, I know she’s probably not going to take off the panties. She’s probably going to put pajamas on over them, or something like that. I hold my breath anyway, watching her take her hair down, seeing it fall past her shoulders. My cock gets harder, and I can feel all the blood pooling in my hips while I wait to see if Harper’s going to get naked.
She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of the tiny, lacy panties she’s wearing and tugs them down over her hips. There’s no part of her I can’t see. She bends over, her back still to the window, not even aware of me sitting there watching her right across the yard. It’s all I can do not to run downstairs, dash across the yard, and break into the Polsens’ house to go up to her room and ask if she wants a little help.
The next moment, though, she’s not at the window anymore and I groan. She’s gone, and either she’s getting in the shower, or putting more clothes on again. The magic spell, for the time being, is over. But I can’t get the sight of her out of my head.
I try to turn my attention back onto the game, but the sight of Harper’s hot, firm ass plays through my mind. I figure if I wait it out long enough, my erection will go away. But the longer I play the computer the more certain I am that I’m going to have to take care of myself.
I turn off the PlayStation after a while and start stripping off my clothes. My cock is straining at the front of my boxers, and I can feel it throbbing. The only thing I can think about is the sight of Harper naked, only yards away from me. Before I know it I’m imagining what it would have been like if I’d followed through with my instinct to run over there.
I picture her looking at me in shock and that smile I saw her give me a few times during the day. She’s hesitant at first, but she moves closer to me, and I take my boxers off. I wrap my hand around my erect cock and stroke myself slowly, imagining it’s Harper’s hand instead of mine, that she’s touching me. No, no, she’d be hesitant at first. I smirk to myself.