Chapter 6
Stone
Her house is cute. Small, but cute. Modern but warm. And the pool and yard is so kickass, I'm jealous. "Aren't you going to show me the inside?" I ask her, as I set down my bag. She texted me earlier, telling me to bring my bathing suit and a change of clothes.
"It's a mess. You'll be disgusted."
"Like I fucking care." I chuckle mirthlessly. "Let me guess. You've got stockings hanging in your bathroom, and girly things on your bed or something? Dishes piled in the sink? Am I getting warm?"
“I also haven’t done laundry in weeks. My hamper is spilling over onto the bedroom floor.“
“So, now that I know, I’m prepared. And for the record, I really don’t care."
“I’m never home. And when I am, I’m always outside."
“So, hire cleaning lady. I have one."
“I can’t do that."
She’s in a cute little summer dress. It’s white cotton, with pockets on either side.
She’s the type that looks good in both business and in casual attire.
Her hair is also tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head.
She looks as cute as hell. “Why not?" I ask her, as I sit down in the lounger next to her.
“Because I would be judged."
I rest my ankles on the small wicker ottoman in front of me. There is a gazebo to our left, and I can’t help but wonder why we’re not sitting in there. “By who?"
“I don’t know. I just figure if I can’t discipline myself enough to clean my own damn house, then people will judge me poorly.”
“If you’ve got people like that in your life, you should tell them to shove it.”
The pool is in ground. She doesn’t have a pool house, but she does have a small shed.
The pool is spotless, immaculate, as is the grass, the garden, and there isn’t so much as a loose leaf anywhere.
“Besides, it looks like you know where your priorities are, seeing as your backyard is fit for a king. You having a dirty house and a clean backyard just means that you like being outdoors is all. Anyone that knows you should know that much, and if they don’t, then they shouldn’t give a shit anyway. "
She rests her hand above her head on the lounger next to me. “That’s awfully deep for a Wednesday afternoon, Stone. You keep talking like that, and we’re gonna have to bust out the wine."
I let out a soft chuckle. “Are we going in the pool before or after we eat?”
“Whatever you like. I practically live in the pool.”
“You go swimming in that?"
She looks at me, closing one eye to shield it from the sun. “This jumper is a beach cover-up. It’s made of terry towel. My bathing suit is underneath, if you really want to know."
“Well, I don’t have any fancy beach cover-up. Is there somewhere that I can change?”
“If you don’t mind the mess, you can use the powder room just on the other side of the sliding doors there.”
“I guess that means I’m not getting a tour." I comment playfully.
She waves dismissively behind me with her arm, as I walk towards the sliding glass doors. “Take a look around if you want. Clean if you really want."
With my bathing suit tucked in my pocket, I walk inside her house.
It is messy, but I’ve seen way worse. It’s nothing that a couple of hours couldn’t solve.
The outside of the house is deceiving. From the outside, the house looks very tiny and cute, but on the inside, it’s open concept, and designed to look larger than it really is.
Inside the sliding glass doors is the kitchen, which looks fairly new.
The living room is just beyond the kitchen, and the powder room is just at the bottom of the family room.
The hardwood and tile look new, and the warm white paint looks relatively fresh.
I ignore the clothes hanging off the leather couch, and the dishes piled on the coffee table, and when I go inside the powder room, it’s clean.
I’m changed into my boxers and outside the powder room in minutes.
When I come back outside, there are white bags on the gazebo table, that she’s organizing. She looks up. “Food is here. I took the liberty of ordering from my favorite restaurant. I hope that’s okay. I ordered a variety of stuff, because I didn’t know what you like."
“Food is food.“
“It’s Chinese. You like Chinese, right?"
“Not particularly, but I’ll bite."
“You’ll change your ways once you taste this stuff. This is my favorite restaurant when I’m ordering in, which is never. That is one thing that I make sure I do, even though I don’t clean my house. I eat well. If you snoop and look inside my refrigerator, you would see for yourself."
“I am not judging. But that shit smells delicious."
I can’t help but notice that her eyes are on my naked chest. I wasn’t sure how to approach this tonight.
I’m thinking that this gesture implies that this is more than a one-night stand, which I’m not sure if that's what she wants. I’m not sure even if that’s what I want.
Either way, I wanted to see her again. So here I am.
My stomach growls loudly. She looks at my belly and we both start laughing. "Hungry?"
“I guess I am."
“Let’s eat then, because I’m starved."
We make quick work of opening the food, which comes complete with all the utensils, sauces, and drinks that we would ever need. Paper plates and plastic cups, too. I noticed that she uses the fork when serving herself. “You cheater." I observe.
All the food packages are open, and we’re eating sort of buffet style, taking what we want from each container and placing it on our plates.
She speaks with her mouth full, which is adorable, considering that she covers her mouth with her fingers. “I’d like to see you try with chopsticks." There are two sets of long chopsticks wrapped in plastic inside one of the remaining bags, she tosses a pack to me. “Challenge accepted."
I rip the plastic open with my teeth, trying to show off playfully. That part goes over well, but when I punt a chicken ball ten feet away from me, trying to grab it in between the sticks, she barks out a laugh so hard, it makes me smile.
“Why don’t you show me your chopstick prowess.” I taunt, good naturedly.
“No way." She chortles.
“Come on. You couldn’t do any worse than me." I tell her, running after this chicken ball with a napkin. She helps me clean up the mess on the deck.
“That’s why. You’ve seen my house. You know how much I hate to clean up."
"Fair enough."
"And don't waste food, either. This stuff is too good."
"Yeah, it's not bad."
"So, I've reformed you?"
"I wouldn't say that much, but I'm definitely more of a fan for this stuff, than for any other Chinese crap I've had in the past."
"Until now." She says, pulling a fork full of noodles from one of the containers. It's the only one that I haven't tried yet, plus the eggrolls; that's just too Chinese for me.
The noodles settle on my tongue and I admit I'm impressed. "Shit, that is good." I say with a little more flair.
"And this, too." She pulls one of the eggrolls out of the package, splits it in half, and places it on my tongue.
What's more interesting is watching her place the other half on her own tongue.
Why, I don't know, but I find that fucking sexy as hell.
What's more is how her eyes roll into the sockets as she chews.
A moan comes from her, and it wakes my cock up instantly. "Goddammit, that's some good Chinese."
Thank God I haven't gone into the pool yet, but the twitch is evident below the belt.
I bend over, making like I'm picking up a napkin, so she doesn't notice.
"Alright, who's ready for a swim?" I ask, and I make a beeline for the pool, still with food in my mouth.
I dive in and come back up, feeling my dick shrivel on impact.
Lark is laughing at me. "You're crazy!"
"Why am I crazy?" I ask, pulling my shorts up, and that's when I realize that I'm in the shallow end.
"You could have cracked your skull open! Why did you just jump in like that?"
I shrug. "I don't know. I figured we were done eating, right?"
She shakes her head and suddenly she's pulling that cover up off, and I thank God that I'm in the fucking pool.
Her bathing suit is simple but on her it's hot.
I'm reminded of how great a set of tits she has, and that ass, I want to bite it again.
And again. In fact, if I remember correctly, I think that I left a hickey on her ass.
She walks to the diving board, and I can't take my eyes off her.
Once she dives in, I move to the side, watching her swim to the other end.
When she comes back up from underwater, I smile.
"I suppose you've never nearly cracked your head open trying to impress a dude, huh. "
"You were trying to impress me?"
"Not exactly." I leave it at that. The water is cold enough that I'm suitably flaccid now. "Mind if I give that board a go?"
"Knock yourself out."
I walk to the diving board and climb into my wayback machine, remembering swimming lessons from a past life, and hoping to God that I don't miss, fall on my ass, and look like a total fuck up.
But I learn that it's like riding a bike, and I make a decent dive, landing smoothly in the water below.
No head cracks, no belly flops. I come back up out of the water and she's doing laps now.
Like the clown that I am, I follow her like a fucking shark, until I catch up to her and stand right up, blocking her.
"Unless you want me to sack you, I'd suggest you get out of my way. " She says it with a slight chuckle.
"Fine." I get out of her way, but she just wades in the water. "What's the problem?"
"I get the feeling that I'm not entertaining you enough. Do you want to toss a beach ball around or something?"
"No, I think I just got into the pool a little too fast after eating. I think I'll hang by the deck for a while."
She frowns and shrugs. "Suit yourself. Do you want me to build a fire?"
I look outside the gazebo. The fire pit sits right there. "I can handle it."
"You sure?"
"Sure, I'm sure."