The Pool Boy(12)

My cock is in my hand again, and I’m squeezing it, stroking it. I imagine the silk tightness of being buried in her ass. I hear the sounds she’ll make as she asks me to fuck her harder, and harder, and I imagine the sensation of coming deep inside her. I can see it leaking out slowly. My body tightens, and I’m so close again. My hips are straining off the mattress. My imagination isn’t done with me yet as I see her use her mouth on me, sucking my cock clean. I groan as I fall into the white-hot brightness of my orgasm. Pleasure shoots through me from my balls to my brain, and I keep stroking myself as the grip of the orgasm fades. I savor it until it’s completely gone.

Earlier today I said that I didn’t need any entanglements. I sure fucked that one up. I am very, very entangled.





7





Vera





Finally! Some good news.

I took full advantage of my joblessness this morning and slept in. I’m glad I did, because while I was sleeping I got an email from the Harrison Foundation—the place I applied to last night. They read my resume overnight, loved it, and want an interview the day after tomorrow! I dance around my room like there are clouds under my feet. The weightlessness is freeing and I feel like I can conquer the world. This is a far better morning than yesterday.

I read the email again. They want me to come interview with them, and if everything goes well they’ll show me one of their work sites. I email them back, confirming that I would love—love love love—to meet with them. I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but screw it. Hope is awesome. Hopefully this will be exactly what I need to shove all my father’s ‘I-told-you-so’s back in his face.

I spend some time digging into the Harrison Foundation, and I like what I find. They do have high-end clients, but they also specialize in helping displaced families build homes. That’s so up my alley it’s not even funny. I can see myself working for them so clearly, the feeling settling in my chest. I want that.

I suddenly start to get ideas. I pin a new piece of paper to my drafting table and begin to sketch. It’s rare that it happens like this, where I just sit and sketch without thinking endlessly first. Architecture doesn’t come easily to me, so I know when moments like this happen they have to be taken advantage of. My hands don’t stop. I’m not just drawing things for ELIH, but everything from new archways to stairways. Whatever pops into my head is what I put down. I do work on several variations of the ELIH house, changing and perfecting. I think I like the new version even better than the one I had been working with.

My stomach growls when I come out of my haze of inspiration. I look at the clock and am absolutely shocked to see that it’s three o’clock in the afternoon. Wow. No wonder I’m hungry. I put on clothes that aren’t pajamas. If either of my parents sees me in pajamas at this time of the day there will be hell to pay.

Thankfully no one is in the kitchen as I rummage around in the fridge and make myself a sandwich. My mother would probably prefer I called one of the staff to do it for me—or better yet, make me an actual gourmet meal—but I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself. A flash of blue catches my eye and my stomach drops through the floor. James is outside on the patio, just starting to skim the pool.

My good news and my frenzy kept me from thinking about him, but everything floods through me now. Desire is the first thing that I feel, and then resolve. I have an interview coming up, so now I have even more reason to say no to more sex. But, my mind whispers, there’s no harm in just talking. So before I know it I’m carrying my plate out to the patio and the table. James is facing away from me, and I sit down at the table without saying anything. I’ll wait for him to notice me while I watch his fantastic ass. If I’m not allowed to touch him anymore, I’m definitely not keeping myself from looking.

I set my drink down on the table and the noise catches his attention. As soon as he sees me his face breaks into what might be the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. “Hey there.”

“Hi.”

“I hoped I would see you earlier,” he says, fishing out some leaves.

I take a bite of my sandwich, and speak through it. It’s totally unladylike. I’m hungry enough that I don’t care. “I was working—I got this burst of inspiration, and I kind of forgot to eat.”

He laughs. “Well I think we can agree that that’s important.”

There’s a moment of silence as I eat and he works his way around the edge of the pool. When he’s closer to me he says, “I thought about you last night.”

“Really?” I say casually, not sure if he means that he thought about me, or he thought about me. Suddenly he strips out of his shirt, and I’m not sure if I’m breathing.