Chapter 13 Genevieve
Genevieve
"The boys are here!" I call out to Lana as a knock echoes through the house. I swing the door open, standing there in nothing but my swimsuit and socks. Today, I chose a white swimsuit, hoping to catch Aspen's eye—and judging by the look on his face, I'd say I succeeded.
“Hey guys, thanks for showing up,” I tell them and they just stare at me, mouths both hanging open.
“Uhh, guys?” I plead.
“Hey, sorry we’re late–” Aspen swallows. I watch his adam's apple bob. “Traffic.”
“All okay here! Come on in! Lana’s waiting in the hot tub Derek,” I say looking at him and adding a wink. All okay here? Why am I talking like an old time TV show wife from the 80’s? The site of Aspen gives me brain fog.
Derek blushes. “Let me change first,” he says pointing at the bathroom.
He heads in and locks the door behind him, leaving Aspen and I alone for a quick moment.
“I’m glad you came,” I tell him.
“So am I,” he says smiling.
We stand in silence for a total of five seconds before Derek makes his way out of the bathroom. I think he’s eager to see Lana because that man changed fast.
“I’ll meet you guys in the hot tub,” he says, placing his clothes down on the couch.
“I gotta change too,” Aspen says.
“Okay! I’ll wait for you out here!”
He does the same as Derek and heads into the bathroom, locking himself in.
If he’s anything like Derek, I don’t have much time.
But I rush to the closest mirror and fix my boobs.
I make sure they’re in the perfect position in my top and then I make sure I don’t have anything in my teeth, even though I haven’t eaten since I last checked them five minutes before they entered.
Once I move back to where I was, Aspen comes out, changed and good lord.
He is as sexy as I remember. His six pack should be illegal.
I didn’t even think men had six packs in real life.
All the men I’ve been with should have a six pack, considering they’re athletes, but no.
They never had one. Aspen’s is the first I’ve seen. I am at a loss for words.
“Ready?” He asks. I’m not sure if I am. I need a second, I don’t want him to see how mesmerised I am by him. He can’t know that.
I settle for a, “Ready.”
He follows me out to the cold, midfall air. It’s colder here than Nebraska since we’re up in the mountains, which makes it the perfect weather to get in the hot tub.
Lana and Derek already seem to be getting acquainted. They’re sitting pretty close in the hot tub together. I catch Derek with a real big smile when I walk out, but as soon as he makes eye contact with Aspen, his smile fades and he tries to play it cool.
“Sup,” he says.
“What up guys,” Aspen says.
“Hey!” Lana says.
I take my fuzzy socks off and dip my toes in the water. An immediate rush of warmth surges through my body. Once I’m all the way in, the steamy hot tub warms every body part of mine in the water, while the rest of my body sticking out is filled with goosebumps.
I look over to Aspen who is slowly making his way in the water and once he’s in all I see is three heads bobbing out of the water.
It’s dark out already so the only thing lighting up our faces is the multicolored lights from the hot tub and the warm glow coming through the sliding glass door from the kitchen light turned on.
“Wanna play Never Have I Ever?” I ask everyone.
“You girls sure love to play games huh?” Derek says.
“It’s okay, you can admit you’re too pussy to play,” I tell him jokingly.
“Oh, you’re gonna be like that. Okay blondie, it’s on,” he says.
Lana and Aspen share a laugh.
“Never have I ever made out with the same gender,” Derek says looking at Lana and I to see if we’ve kissed each other. I roll my eyes.
“Really? Never? You girls are lame,” is all he adds. Then he puts a finger down.
“Wait, you can’t say something you’ve done,” I say through laughter. “Plus, what guy have you made out with?” I ask him.
“Homeboy in seventh grade never had his first kiss and was scared he’d mess up. I manned up and taught him,” Derek says. I’m trying so hard to hold in my laugh.
“For clarification, I am not homeboy,” Aspen adds and that makes my laugh explode along with Lana’s.
He cuts off our laugh, “Okay, never have I ever stayed at a ski resort, but didn’t go skiing,” Aspen says. Lana and I look at each other and laugh while we put our first finger down.
“Never have I ever taken molly,” Lana says. Aspen, Derek and I all put our fingers down. “Gotcha! You druggies!” Lana exclaims. We all shake our heads.
“Alright, alright. Never have I ever told anyone “I love you” before,” I say. Lana and Derek both put a finger down.
Now it’s back to Derek to say his second statement.
“Never have I ever been in an orgy,” Derek says. I put a finger down. I am the only one to put a finger down. I hope Aspen doesn’t think differently of me. “Oooo, blondy’s freaky! Told ya Aspen,” and he gives Aspen an elbow to the ribs.
“My turn?” Aspen asks and I nod my head to give him the go ahead.
“Never have I ever had sex in a hot tub,” he says. As soon as he says it, Derek gets real quiet. Him and Lana give each other the weirdest look and put a finger down. Now Aspen and I look at each other putting all the pieces together.
“Ew! Gross!” I say, getting out of the hot tub as quickly as I can.
“Fucking nasty bro,” Aspen says to Derek. “Not you, Lana, just Derek,” he clarifies.
“I probably have Derek’s tadpoles swimming all around me,” I say grossed out.
I hop on the cold cement switching feet with each step and I have my arms crossed in front of my chest so that no one can see my hardened nipples.
Aspen and I get out and head back inside, tracking water in with us with every step we take.
I lead us towards the shower, tiptoeing as I do so to track the least amount of water in. I need to rinse off whatever was left from Derek and Lana floating around that hot tub. I feel gross. Gotta hand it to Lana though, she’s had sex in a spot I have yet to conquer.
I switch the light on in the bathroom and turn the shower knob to hot.
I hop in without looking behind me, hoping Aspen has taken my cue and just followed me in.
I know he’s in once I hear the glass door shut and feel his arms wrap around me.
His strong arms hold me close and it feels… safe? A feeling I’m not familiar with.
He begins to slowly kiss my lips but I wince from my cut, so he moves on to kissing other parts of my body.
He starts with the length of my neck. His kisses feel warm and fervent. His lips send chills down my neck despite the warmth of the water running down my body.
We both remove our swimsuits at the same time. Quickly to not lose the moment.
Once his lips reach my breasts he licks my nipple and feels both breasts with his hands. My breasts fit perfectly in his palms, I’m not even surprised how perfect they fit when everything else has fit perfectly already. I’m convinced he was made for me.
He turns me around—swiftly, but carefully—so I don’t slip. He falls to his knees, looking up at me like I’m a queen he’s worshiping. I wonder what he is going to do next, this man is full of surprises. I wonder if he is in the mood to play and if he’s going to go down on me again.
God I hope.
But to my surprise, he stares at my stomach.
He is so fixated that it feels like my stomach is a painting and he is trying to find the hidden meaning behind it.
I leave him to his observations. The pads of his fingers trace my skin, sending more chills through my body. I just stand there, still as a statue.
“Your freckles— they’re like a constellation,” he mutters, continuing to trace his pads along my stomach area.
“Have you ever heard of the constellation Cassiopeia?” He asks me.
I shake my head in a “no” motion. “I’m not really good at astrology,” I admit.
“Well, Cassiopeia is the name of a constellation, her shape is the letter “W” just like this one,” he says as he traces the letter W on my stomach.
I look down at him in awe. No one has ever paid so much attention to a single part of my body before. It’s nice being worshiped by someone who pays attention to such detail.
Then Aspen kisses my clit gently. It starts throbbing for more, it doesn’t like being teased. I don’t want to beg. We aren’t drunk so this is the first time we are doing anything without having liquid courage. I need some liquid courage in me in order to beg.
He kisses my clit again. This time with a little tongue. He’s teasing me. That’s for sure. He now blows on my clit. This is absolute torture. I just want him to devour me like he did before.
“I haven’t heard you say anything Genevieve. Do you want this?” He asks pretending like he doesn’t know the answer. He’s good.
“I want it,” I say flatly.
“How badly?” He asks.
I don’t know what to say. I never have anyone talk to me as dirty as he does with me. This is all so new. I normally just get in a quick fuck and dip. Not to mention the fact that I’m usually wasted.
He doesn’t wait any longer for my answer so he sticks a finger in my cunt to find out for himself. I let out a quick, loud moan. My sound echoes off the bathroom walls.
“Must be pretty bad, because you’re soaking for me,” he says. “Is that right, Genevieve?”
Fuck. I love it when he says my name.
Nobody says my name better than him.
“Yes!” I shout.
“Okay you dirty little girl, you shall get what you ask for,” then he goes to town. He sucks and licks and spits and does all the things that make me come in a total of two minutes. I’ve never had a man understand my body so well.
“How do you do that?” I ask him all out of breath.
He’s still down on his knees when I ask him this. He slowly raises, towering over me.
“You’re my queen, just like Cassiopeia,” he whispers. “All I do is worship the jewel standing before me.” Then he seals the statement with a kiss.
I just stand there like a wet looney. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again. That tongue deserves an award. A Nobel Sexiness prize!
The remainder of the shower is quiet, but feels more intimate than anything I’ve ever done with a man.
How does taking a shower feel more intimate than sex?
It’s a weird sensation. We both take turns washing each other's bodies with soap and then switch spots when it’s time to rinse off so we each have a turn under the head.
After we’re done, I shut the water off and we take turns drying each other with the one towel hanging.
“Hey, you maybe wanna go snowboarding?” He asks me randomly.
“Uhhh, right now?” I ask him.
“Yeah, I know it’s late but we can have more one-on-one time. I have a key to get into the resort controls so I can turn the ski lift on and I have my board in the car plus an extra. All we would need to get is boots from the rental room,” he says like this isn’t his first rodeo.
“Okay!” I’m always up for an adventure. I’m just sorry that I wet my hair because now I’m going to be freezing!
We both get dressed quickly and I attempt to at least blowdry some of my hair.
“Let me just tell Lana we’re leaving,” I tell him.
I open the sliding door that leads to the outside and say, “Hey Lana, I’m gonna head ou– EW! OH MY GOD! I’M SORRY!!!” My eyes are blinded. I have no choice but to singe them until that graphic memory of Derek behind Lana leaves my mind.
Aspen comes by to the door to see what I’m screaming about and then has the same reaction. “Gross guys! Get a room!” He yells.
Lana and Derek nearly drown in the water with how far down they are trying to hide. They’re mortified, but serves them right for doing the nasty out in the open. Lana has really spread her wings on this trip. I just didn’t expect for her to spread her legs this much either if I’m being honest.
Go Lana though.
I stick my head out once more, keeping my eyes tightly shut. The only thing I leave open is my mouth area to speak.
“I’m not looking, but you guys have at it, Aspen and I are going snowboarding so you kids be safe,” I tell them.
“Okay, sorry!” I hear Lana yell as I slide the door back to be closed. Hoping to erase my mind from what I just witnessed.
Well, that was not what I expected.
But I can’t help but be happy for Lana, maybe this is the start of something new for her too.