Today, she had tried to ask me several times, but I avoided it, easily dodging her attempts at finding answers. If she wanted answers, she at least had to work harder for it.
Was that cruel of me?
Probably.
Yet, she could have asked me while we were at the library. We had ample amount of time alone together, but she only sat there and read her book. A book with lustrous— even if inaccurate— sex scenes.
I had noticed she was off work today. I thought she had a fever or was injured as she shifted and twitched, uncomfortable all through lunch with red cheeks. When I saw her reading that book it came crashing down on me that she was horny. Oh, did I ever want to pull her into my lap and light a fire under her and ignite that passion.
Run my hands over her body, play with those tits. Licking and biting till I had her moaning my name.
Before I realized it, my hand was wrapped around my hard cock, stroking myself as I thought about Atalanta splayed beneath me, her breasts bouncing as I rammed into her over and over again.
Quickly, my fantasy shifted. Her mouth wrapped around my cock, taking me deep inside her throat, tongue running slowly along the tip.
I bit my lip, stroking faster, rubbing the head, giving it attention as I imagined she would with her mouth.
I hissed. "Atalanta.”
My hands ran into her short curly hair, demanding more from her. Her hand coming up to cup my balls. My hand mirrored the image.
I was close, but the water was distracting. Hitting the knob, I shut off the water. Grabbing the bar of soap, I used it combined with the humidity in the air to work my hand up and down my hard length. Images of her continued to flash across my mind until I felt my balls draw tight in a familiar sensation as I came, painting the wall in front of me white.
I panted, legs shaking as my orgasm rocked through me.
I heaved in a breath and sprayed down the side of the shower, cleaning myself before stepping out into the steamy bathroom air.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and tried to convince myself that I didn’t have it as bad as I thought, but it wasn’t working. That was the fourth or fifth time this week I came with fantasies of her.
Who was I trying to fool? I had just been thinking about how I would be the one to win her over. I was falling for her like a feather weighted down by a bowling ball.
Drying off, I walked back into my room and threw open the window. I inhaled the smell of apples and sea breeze, grimacing when I felt a burning sensation in my gut. Pulling on some shorts and a shirt I practically ran back down the stairs, skipping steps on the way down.
“Hey bud, where’s the fire?” Grandpa asked as my footsteps stomped down.
“I gotta go swimming,” I panted.
“Oh, um, be sure to tell Marisol.”
I nodded and slipped into the kitchen.
“Abuelita, I have to go.”
She spun around and slapped her shoulder towel against the kitchen table. “¡Aye que no! You’re not going to eat my food?! Ungrateful boy, breaking an old woman’s heart! Maldito sea! After I slaved all day at this stove!”
“I wouldn’t dare miss your delicious dinner,” I said, hoping to placate her. “But I need to go take a swim.”
“I don’t care if you're the king of the ocean! You will sit down to dinner with your familia!” She shouted and snapped her fingers to my seat.
My insides were crawling at the moment, but I sighed heavily and said okay. Walking over to the cabinet I pulled out a large cup, grabbed sea salt off the counter, and made myself some impromptu sea water. Chugging it down, I felt a little better.
Dinner was delicious and as always, my parents were hilarious entertainment as they bickered back and forth over the salad. After I helped clean up the dishes, I left, slipping on my sandals and jogging the mile or so to the beach.
Any normal human would have been crazy to be out in this weather in such little clothing but below the surface of the water could be much colder than this, so I hardly felt it.
Reaching the cliff, I looked down. Four hundred or so feet below me the waves were crashing. Without hesitation, I tore off my clothes, my naked ass free and bare to the world. With a smile, I backed up before running forward, and with the form of a professional diver I sprung off the edge of the cliff.
Chapter Nineteen
Atalanta
“I finally saved up enough for that boat and am going to buy it today,” Dad announced to us over the breakfast table.
“That's great!” Cal exclaimed.
She had an excited look on her face, but I could see the dread in her eyes. She may love the ocean, but she hated boats. She got sea sick easily and hated fishing. She would oblige us with fishing on the dock, but she would avoid any boat fishing like her life depended on it. I was curious to see if she would turn him down when he inevitably asked us to go on the maiden voyage with him to do a little fishing trip.
“I was thinking you and your sister would come out with me after you get out of school, Atalanta, for her maiden voyage? Maybe do some fishing?”
Yep, there it was. And there was Cal’s look of disgust, which she quickly morphed into a tight, pleasant smile. Now, how would she respond?
“That sounds like a great idea!” Cal said, her voice a high-pitched chirp.
My eyebrows rose, a little shocked and proud of her for giving Dad this. I was excited to see what I could catch going further out into the water, but then I remembered what day it was.
“I have work, but I should be getting off around five or six. Can we do it then?” I asked.
He nodded. “That's alright. We don’t have to be out super long. Besides, I can see how easy she is to handle in the dark this way.”
I smiled and turned my eyes to Cal, who looked positively green. Well, as green as someone with our skin tone could. “Sounds like a plan.”
When Cal dropped me off at school, Hip and Jason were waiting out front. Their combined hotness was almost too much for my fluttery heart. I couldn’t forget my plans to spy on them later at their swim practice.
I skipped up to them. “Guess whose father got a boat and gets to go out on it later today after work.”
“You’re chipper this morning,” Jason commented while Hip replied, "George Clooney?”
“I had a good day yesterday, and actually woke up on the right side of the bed this morning. My father’s announcement about the boat was icing on the cake.” I grinned.
I wasn’t lying. Despite the crashing disaster that was Theseus’ discovery of my scars, he still gave me a kiss goodbye and promises for more in the future. Later that night, I slept pretty soundly with thoughts of him and the other guys floating through my mind. Taking in the news about the boat and my impending discovery behind the weird shit going on in this town, I was downright Santa Clause level jolly.
Jason smiled. "I’m glad. It does the heart good to smile.”
Hip rolled his eyes. "You’re so cheesy.”
“So? People love cheese.”
Hip pointed at him. "You don’t, though.”
Jason’s eyes widened. “How did you-?”
“Know you hated cheese? I have eyes, Monroe.” Hip replied, his usual grin absent.
The bell rang, signaling for us to start heading to class. Hip took my hand and gave my palm a slow kiss before taking off without a word. As I watched him leave, I realized that Hip seemed a bit off today. Not bad, per se, but there was something different. I wondered if it had anything to do with what happened yesterday.