Selena Kitt - Falling Down

She had to admit she liked Zach, and part of her really didn’t want to. All sorts of bells and whistles went off in her head about him. He was dangerously safe, someone she was entirely too likely to get close to, and she didn’t need that. She liked her relationships-if you wanted to call them that-loose, fast, and with no attachments.

Hookups, that’s what they were. She hadn’t ever really “dated” anyone before like she suddenly found herself with Zach. She didn’t know if she liked it.

Rolling over onto her back, she sucked on the end of her red licorice, closing her eyes against the brightness of the sun. No matter what she did, she could still feel Zach’s hands pressing her thighs open and the delicious attention of his tongue. She also remembered the way he held her, and told her he wouldn’t let anything hurt her.

That made her feel warm in a different place.

“Hey there, sexy girl.”

Lindsey shaded her eyes, blinking up at the figure dripping over her. The cool droplets of water felt good on her skin, but she didn’t recognize him at first. When he sat beside her on the cement, he shook his head like a dog and sprayed water over her belly and legs.

“Hey!” She half sat, meeting his eyes, and then she remembered-Ralph, the dark-haired senior from Xavier from the tree fort that day. She recalled the way they had taken her, forced her, made her do things, and her body burned with the memory.

“It’s hotter than fuck out here.” His eyes moved over her body, down over the tiny triangles of her bikini top, over her smooth, taut belly, to the red material that disappeared between her legs. He lowered his voice along with his eyes. “Well… maybe not hotter than fucking you. ”

Lindsey grinned. “Aww, you know all the right things to say to a girl, don’tcha?”

“I try.”

She eyed him, licking the end of her Twizzler, back and forth with her tongue.

“Been here long?”

“I dunno.” He shrugged, hugging his knees and looking over at her. “Hour or so I guess.” His eyes kept falling to the slope of her thighs and the bright red shock of cloth between them. Lindsey shifted on the towel, spreading her legs slightly.

“Water warm?”

“Colder than a whore’s heart.” He gave her a wink and then grinned. “Wanna go in?”

“Not if it’s that cold!” Lindsey put a knee up and let it fall to the side, drawing his eyes again. “Maybe I’ll lie in the sun for awhile and then just go home.”

“Aw, don’t go.” He turned toward her, sitting cross-legged, his knees touching her thigh. “You’re the first interesting thing that’s happened here today.”

“What’s so interesting about me?” She took a bite of her licorice, chewing thoughtfully.

“I can think of one thing right off the top of my head.” She raised her eyebrows. “Just one?”

“Okay.” He grinned back, his eyes dark as they moved over her body. “A few.” She moved the red end of the licorice back and forth over her lower lip, watching his eyes follow it like a dog watching each bite of his master’s dinner. Experimenting, she trailed the wet end of the licorice over her bikini top, tracing circles down her belly and around her navel. His gaze followed it.

“Do I make your cock hard?” She bit her lip, slapping the licorice strand lower across her belly.

His eyes moved between her legs. “As a fucking rock.”

“Good.” She rolled to her belly, pushing herself up into an arch and stretching before gathering her towel and moving to stand. “Wanna meet me in the little girl’s room?”

“Yeah.” He licked his lips, and the lust in his eyes made her pussy ache. She remembered his cock-how big and hard-the way he grabbed her when he fucked her. His eyes followed her as she walked away. She could feel them, and put a little extra swing into her slim hips.

When she stopped at the edge of the pool, she glanced over her shoulder and winked, dropping her towel and licorice and diving into the deep end. The water was an incredibly cold shock to her system, making her shudder as she came back up, reaching for the ladder. Water fell off her in sheets as she pulled herself up, adjusting her bikini straps when she reached the top of the ladder.

“You were right.” She reached for her towel, giving him a small half-smile.

“Colder than a whore’s heart.” He grinned, his eyes bright as he watched her dripping body stretching in the sun. She leaned in toward him, rubbing her hair with the towel, and whispered, “But her tight little cunt’s still nice and hot.”

“Don’t I know it.” He adjusted himself in his swim trunks.

“Don’t be long.” Lindsey grabbed her licorice and slung the towel over her shoulder, padding toward the ramp that led down to the bathrooms. Her body tingled in anticipation, and she sat on one of the benches in the women’s room, waiting. The door was propped open and she sat in line of sight of it. She sighed when a woman and her two kids came down the ramp, turning into the women’s room.

“But I don’t want to go home!” The little girl pulled on her mother’s arm, whining.

The boy was pouting, too, but not being vocal.

“We’ll stop and get McDonalds.” The mother gave Lindsey a weary smile. Way to bribe them, Mom! It worked, though, and the kids perked up. The mother’s eyes lingered over Lindsey’s bikini, and she wondered if the woman even knew she was doing it. Lindsey saw Ralph glance in and gave him a little shake of her head. She was afraid the kids were going to say they had to go to the bathroom or something, but the mom pulled them along, giving her another tired smile, before going out the exit.

When Ralph passed by again, she crooked her finger at him and he slipped in, glancing around surreptitiously. “Are we alone?”

“For now.” Lindsey stood, leaving her towel and candy on the bench. “Come on.” He followed her around the corner, into the cubicle past the women’s bathroom stalls. She pulled open the door to the steam room and gasped at the heat.

“In there?”

She shrugged, slipping through the door and motioning for him to follow. “No one ever uses it.”

“Fuck!” He gasped, too, waving uselessly at the steam rising around them. “It’s hot in here.”

“I think that’s the idea.” Lindsey reached behind her neck, untying the red strings of her bikini top and letting them fall. “But I think it might get hotter.”

He watched as she reached behind her to unhook her suit in back, letting it drop.

He eyed her breasts as she tweaked her nipples, making them stand up. “I’ll say.” Her whole body felt wet and sticky with steam. She tugged at her bikini bottoms, but they stuck at her hips and began to roll down. Ralph’s hand moved under his own suit as he watched her struggle with the material. Finally she got them down, kicking them aside and putting one foot up on one of the slatted wooden benches.

“God, you’ve got a nice pussy.” Ralph watched as she slid her fingers down to show him her pink, and he moved closer to get a better view in the rising steam.

“You like it?” She slipped up onto the bench, putting her other foot up and spreading her legs wide. Her fingers moved up and down her slit, teasing her aching clit. His hand moved faster under his trunks and she wanted to see his cock. “Do you want it?”

“You have no idea.”

“Oh, I think I do.” She slid a finger inside, then two, fucking herself slowly. “Show me that hard cock.” He didn’t hesitate, sliding his swim trucks off and letting his dick spring free. It rose high out of a dark thatch of hair, throbbing in his hand. It made her mouth water just looking at it.

“Will you suck it?” He moved close enough so she could see the veins pulsing along the underside as he stroked it.