Twice Driven(42)
“I- uh- yeah, I’ll see you guys later then." He turned quickly on his heel and jogged back to his house and up through the backdoor, leaving me blushing and grinning like an idiot as I helped my mother bring in the rest of the groceries.
Chapter 12
Chelsea
I only had a few days left of my winter break, and I knew that there was no way I was going back to school without having Jake again. It was everything I thought of, actually, and I knew that no matter the risk, no matter how forbidden it was, I needed my hot older neighbor to fill me up again like he had before.
And so I dressed to kill the next night when we were heading over to his house for dinner. Again, nothing overtly slutty - not like I even owned anything like that - but I did make sure I was looking completely irresistible. And of course, it was all for Jake. I let my hair down, wore a very pretty loose-fitting, strappy tank-top, and opted out of a bra; hey, there had to be some perks to not having big boobs. I put on one of my smaller, but again not slutty pleated skirts which showed off my long, tanned legs, and then grinned as I pulled a very small, very slutty sheer black lacy thong up my legs and snug across my slit. I’m not saying dinner at Jake’s house with my whole family and Karen - his fake date - was the perfect opportunity to try and seduce him again, but I was also running out of time and I knew I had to make something happen.
“Come on in guys!” Ugh, why was Karen already there? Karen with the gorgeous ringlet blonde hair, and the huge boobs, and model-looks. Karen who was there with the specific intent of snagging Jake as her own. It was like all the hidden, self-doubting thoughts I’d pushed aside suddenly came roaring back. Really, who was I to Jake? A fling? A hot fuck? More than that? I mean honestly, in a few days, I was heading back to Boston for school, and Karen would still be here.
It made my heart sink a little, but I knew it was true.
“Oh, hey gang!” Jake poked his head around the doorway from the kitchen to say hi as my parents and my brother and I came in following Karen. He was looking delicious as always, in casual jeans and a white t-shirt as he finished stirring something or other on the stove-top. He shook my dad’s hand, and high-fived Dennis, before his eyes hit mine and just sort of simmered on me.
“Hey, Chelsea.”
“Hi, Mr. Harding.”
He swallowed heavily, lingering maybe a moment longer than he ought to have, before he tore his eyes away to greet my mom.
After we’d mingled around the kitchen just talking about plans for the new year, and how Dennis’s first visits to potential colleges were doing, and all those other things friends and neighbors catch up on, we’d all moved into the dining room to sit down for dinner. And I swear, without even having to try or squeeze myself in or anything obvious like that, I found myself alone on one side of the square table with Jake. He froze slightly as we both sat, with his date around the corner of the table on the other side of him, my parents across from us, and Dennis to my other side. I could tell just by the rigid way he was sitting that I was probably making him seriously nervous, especially with the way I was dressed.
Oh, and the way I let my hand rest on his thigh under the table. Oops.
I mean, I got it; I got why a man in his position - sitting between his date and his secret nineteen-year-old lover, while her parents sat across form him - might be slightly freaked out. But it’s not like I was going to say or do anything there at the dinner table!
Suddenly, my eyes went wide as a horribly naughty, seriously dirty thought popped into my head, making my cheeks flush pink.
Or was I?
As we ate and talked more about new years plans, and whatever it was that Karen did for a job, the idea just sat in my head, growing hotter and hotter like a little ball of white heat. I couldn’t help it; just sitting this close to Jake just had that effect on my body, and I found myself getting more and more turned on just being this close to him.
Finally, I couldn’t even help myself anymore, and ever so quietly, ever so subtly, I took my hand off of my own bare leg and moved to place it gently on his again. I could feel him tense and freeze under my hand, the hard muscles in his thigh going stiff as he clenched in surprise. Though he was still laughing at something my dad had said, he quickly grabbed my hand with his own under the table and started to move it off of his leg. But I was determined, and as soon as he had, I moved it right back; this time gripping his thigh tightly. Also, this time, I moved my hand higher, until I was just below his crotch, my fingers deftly squeezing his thigh there.