Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Finally,” Dylan says, getting up, and I see he’s wearing a new pair of flip-flops.
“Let’s go,” I say to him and then grab Caroline’s hand while we walk out. “Where are your clothes?”
“Away,” she says, teasing me. “I put them away.”
“I’m just going to move them,” I say, and I swear I sound like a child throwing a tantrum.
We walk all the way to the end of the hall, and I press the button leading us outside to the pool. I guess no one is here; it’s a community pool, but no one actually uses it.
“Look at how big the pool is, Mom,” Dylan says, going to one of the five cabanas and taking off his flip-flops.
“You need sunscreen,” I say. Walking into the cabana, I open one of the cupboards and take out a basket of sunscreen. I walk back to him and spray some on him and then rub it in. “Now you can go,” I say, and he runs all the way to the pool, I’m about to tell him not to run when he yells.
“Cannonball!” Holding his legs up, he jumps in.
“You think he’s excited?” Caroline says from beside me as she slips off her cover-up. “I don’t think we’ve ever just sat near the pool. We used to go to the public pool every day when he was five.”
“You need sunscreen,” I say as I look at her pale skin, and my hands itch to rub it on her.
“Do I?” she says, and I pull her into my arms and turn her around so Dylan doesn’t see my hands going straight to her ass. “I definitely need sunscreen on my ass.”
My cock springs to action and is ready to go, and she feels it, so I bend and kiss her. Her hands wrap around my neck, and I swear I wish I could pick her up and carry her over to one of the chairs and lay her down and get lost in her. “Justin,” she whispers my name when I leave her lips and make my way down to her neck. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Oh, I can finish,” I say, looking at her, “but you are going to have to walk out before me.” Looking down at my cock, I say, “Give me a minute.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “I’ll give you a minute,” she says and walks away on her tippy toes, her perfect ass on display, and I know that after she takes that bikini off, its disappearance will be a mystery. She walks to the steps of the pool and slowly walks in as Dylan gets out and then jumps back in. I walk to the pool, using the stairs, too, but I sit on one of the steps, and she walks over to me in the waist-high water. “You still need a minute?” she jokes with me.
“Very funny.” I reach out and pull her to me. She sits on my lap, and we spend the time laughing while we watch Dylan jump into the pool over and over again. The only time my arms aren’t around her is when Dylan and I both do cannonballs, but then I swing to her and bring her with me.
“I’m being an old man,” Dylan says, lifting his hand out of the water.
“You’ve been in the water for three hours,” I say from the side. For the past three hours, the three of us have gotten to know each other better. I found out that Caroline is two years and two days older than me. I found out that Dylan hates math in school, which I can get. I found out that Caroline loves to read and has read everything the library has to offer. I found out that her eyes sparkle when she’s really not thinking about anything and is in the moment. They tease me when I tell them I’m afraid of spiders. I kiss Caroline and then look back at Dylan.
“Let’s get going.” I get out of the water and walk over to the cabana and grab two towels. Caroline comes out first, and if I didn’t hate the bikini before, I hate it now. Her nipples are hard and almost poking out. “Cover yourself.” I wrap her in a towel, locking her arms inside. I hold her towel up while I hand Dylan his, and she laughs.
“I can’t move,” she says, and I loosen my grip just enough for her to reach out of the towel and hold it up herself.
“Okay, let’s go,” I say. “Bring the towels. I’ll return them later.”
“What’s for supper?” Dylan asks, and I shrug. “Can we have the rest of the pizza?”
“Works for me,” I say, thinking of the leftovers I was going to throw out.
“I want three slices,” he says when we walk back into the apartment. I put the pizza in the oven to warm up and then look at Dylan.