The Pool Boy(20)

“That’s good news.” She’s smiling.

“Do you really think that?”

She sighs. “Vera, I want you to be happy, and I want you to do what you want to do. But I also don’t think those things are impossible working for your father. After a while, once you have more experience, I’m sure you’ll be able to do whatever you want. Wherever you want. He’s just worried for you.”

“But that’s just it,” I say. “He’s forcing me into this now—what makes you think he’ll let me go my own way later? He wants me to run the company.”

“Is that the worst thing in the world?”

I think it over for a moment. “I suppose not. But if he saw what I wanted to do with it, he might not feel that way.”

Mom tilts her head, a questioning look on her face. “Why?”

“Because,” I laugh, “If I ran the company it would be completely different. I would take its resources and invest in other companies. I would focus on building houses for people who can’t—” I break off, knowing that this won’t help anything. “I’ve already given you this speech, Mom. You know what I want.”

She gives me a smile. “You’re still young, dear. I’m sure everything will work out.”

“Yeah,” I say, stifling a sigh just as I spot a flash of that horrifying blue polo coming towards the house.

James is wearing gloves and carrying giant shears—so he was working on trimming the privacy hedge. No wonder I couldn’t see him earlier. The privacy hedge is huge. He glances up at me, and I give him a quick smile before ducking my head back down to my design. I can’t do anything. Not with my mother right here.

He disappears into the garden shed, and I draw a few lines before I faintly hear the door open again. Glancing over at my mother, I see that she is engrossed in her book, making a note in the margin. I straighten up, disguising my look as a stretch. James comes around the corner and stops where I can see him. Slowly, seductively, he lifts up his shirt so I can see his abs. His other hand runs across his torso and down, rubbing himself through his jeans.

My mouth goes dry with a combination of panic and lust. Then he turns and it was like he never even stopped. He’s heading back out beyond my view and I’m left with my paper and an overactive imagination. I focus my eyes on my drafting table again, ignoring the warm feeling in my pussy. I take a few deep breaths before I set my pencil to paper again. I’m trying to exhale the excess energy that I suddenly seem to be feeling.

Luckily my mother is still engrossed in her book and hasn’t noticed the air shift around us. I take my eraser and begin the process of cleaning my lines. I’m a total stickler for clean drafts and I want this to impress. It’s slow going and I have to shake out my hand every few minutes because it gets so tense. I’m not even a third of the way done when I see him again.

He pushes the wheelbarrow out toward the house, filled with various landscaping supplies. I can feel his eyes on me from the moment we can see each other. I will not return his look. I will not stare.

Fuck. I looked. Why is this so hard?

I barely resist the urge to bang my head on the table in frustration. He goes into the shed, and I don’t think I breathe the entire time he stays in there. What if he does what he did last time? What if my mother sees?

When he comes out of the shed he doesn’t look at me, instead crossing the yard. He stops well within view of me, but now my mom would have to turn in her chair to see him. Then he turns and I see why. Every ounce of breath in my body disappears. His jeans are open and his cock is in his hand. I can see even from here that he’s hard. When I look up I realize that he is also watching me as he slowly strokes himself. My pussy clenches in response, and I try to swallow but find that I can’t. This is insane.

“I’m going to get a drink,” I say as casually as I can. “Do you want anything?”

“No, thank you,” Mom says, barely looking up from her book.

James is leaning against a tree, eyes closed in pleasure as he touches himself. God, I’m going to kill him. And later, I’m going to fuck him.

Once inside I get downstairs as quickly as possible. I tiptoe outside, trying to keep the patio door silent. I sprint to where James is standing and yank him back toward the house. All the way, until we’re pressed up against the wall where my mother won’t be able to see us. She could still hear us though.

James stands in front of me now, cock still standing at attention in the open. He’s grinning, and he starts to stroke himself again.

“Are you crazy?” I hiss through my teeth.