Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I’m surprised to find some gas in the lawn mower, although I can’t tell how old it is. It can’t be too old, as it starts up after a few hard pulls on the cord, and then I’m off cutting strips of grass.
Coming into mid-May in the Carolinas can be hit or miss on the weather, but it was already seventy-two degrees when I came out, which means it’s going to be unusually hot today. This is confirmed when I’m forced to take my T-shirt off when I finish the front yard.
By the time I’m halfway through the backyard, the door that leads from the kitchen to the deck opens, and Simone saunters out. I can tell I didn’t just wake her up, as her face looks fresh and bright. She’s got her long hair piled on top of her head, and the little minx is wearing a pair of short fucking shorts and a bikini top.
She does nothing more than sit down on the deck steps to watch me as she sips coffee. I don’t cast her a second glance, but damn if I can’t feel the weight of her stare. I find myself contracting my abs the entire time, which pisses me off, yet I don’t stop.
But I don’t give her the benefit of my attention, focusing only on mowing the grass in perfectly straight rows.
When I’m finished, which doesn’t take all that long because this property can’t be more than a quarter of an acre with the house and all, I shut off the mower and push it into the garden shed. I loiter, hoping Simone will go back into the house, because I’m not quite sure how to deal with her in the bright light of day.
When it’s just us—naked and writhing in the dark, our only communication through grunts and moans—she’s easy to deal with. When conversation is required, I feel out of my element.
“Hey, stud.” Her soft voice floats across my sweaty skin and I tense up. Thankfully, she leaves the shed’s door open.
Turning to face her, I pull my shirt, which I’d tucked into the back waistband of my shorts, and wipe my face with it. “What’s up?”
Real cool, Van.
Real cool.
“I have to say you look mighty fine, Mr. Turner, out there cutting grass with no shirt on. Made me squirmy.”
Her tone is playful but sensuous, and my dick reacts to just her voice.
“Not fucking you in the shed,” I mutter as I lean back against one of the work counters built into the wall. It’s littered with rusted gardening equipment and covered in spider webs. Still, I feel the space between us is needed and worth a spider bite.
“Don’t have a condom on me anyway,” she says with a pout. “More’s the pity.”
I shoot her a narrowed look. “What is it with you?”
“What do you mean?” she asks coyly as she juts out a hip and shoves one hand down into the pocket of her shorts. It pulls them down far enough I can tell there are no panties underneath.
My dick starts to react mightily but I ignore it. “How does a girl like you—seemingly from a really nice family, going to a prestigious college—become so sexually aggressive? Were you ignored as a child? Your first true love fuck around on you and you’re trying to prove to the world that you’re desirable?”
I know my words will sting, but I ask them because I’m genuinely curious as well as needing to make sure she understands the barrier between us. I’ve had countless women come on to me, but what Simone is doing isn’t that. It’s a focused seduction done with words and without them, actions and no actions. She offers herself to me so willingly, with such lewd words, that she could easily come off as whorish, but she doesn’t at all. What she does come across as is just a woman who seems to be very in touch with her sensuality, and, fuck me, that’s refreshing.
As expected, Simone doesn’t let my abrasiveness score her ego and she smirks at me. “I can assure you as the only daughter and sister in the Fournier house, I was not ignored. On the contrary, I was a little stifled. So when I got to college, I partied and experimented.”
“Experimented?” I ask, about a million dirty images flashing through my mind.
She grins. “Let’s just say my curiosities about sex with women have been satisfied.”
“Jesus fuck,” I mutter, and I know I’ll jack off to that fantasy. Simone getting devoured by another woman.
Dick now almost fully hard.
“Does it turn you off I’m so forward?” she asks.
“No,” I tell her truthfully. “Just annoys the fuck out of me, but definitely doesn’t turn me off.”
“I can see you’re turned on now,” she says huskily, and crosses the shed to stand before me.