14. Ben
I burst out laughing,because even with a serious case of blue balls, the fact I just sprung these two perving on me is still funny.
But fuck me, the blue balls.
And that kiss.
Jesus, it was fucking hot and even getting busted by that kid and her mom hadn’t put a damper on things. When I’d dragged Aida back here, I’d done so with the intention of picking right back up with our kiss. And more, if I’m being honest.
“Fuck,” I say, blowing out a breath as I glance down at the bulge in my shorts. I really need to go get our stuff from the beach and I also really need to rub one out. The question is which comes first.
Well, I wouldn’t mind making Aida come first, several times actually, but I’m pretty sure that ship has sailed for tonight.
I head back out onto the deck and down the path to the beach, grabbing the blanket, pillows and basket of snacks and drinks I’d put together. When I walk back, I see Aida and her sister are now sitting on the Henderson’s deck with drinks, both of them watching me.
“Enjoy your evening, ladies,” I call, throwing up a hand in a wave.
“We are certainly enjoying the view!” her sister shouts. “Feel free to take your shirt off if you like.”
“Amanda!” comes Aida’s whisper-shout.
Laughing, I continue inside, dropping the blanket and pillows on the couch, before taking the basket through to the kitchen. I grab a cold beer, cracking the top and taking a long pull, as I shove my other hand down the front of my shorts to adjust my dick.
I’m still hard and horny as fuck right now because again, holy shit was that kiss seriously off the charts. And Aida was right when she said real life Aida would be better than dream Aida, because kissing her in my dreams had nothing on what kissing her on that blanket on the beach in real life was like.
I glance out the window at the two of them, chatting and laughing together, no longer looking over at my house. Their deck overlooks my backyard and pool though, and it gives me an idea. A plan to remind Aida what she’s missed out on tonight and maybe inspire her to come back for more when her sister leaves.
I take another swig of my beer before heading upstairs to change. Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my waist before I walk outside, stopping to switch on the outdoor lights. I don’t look over at them, but I can practically feel them watching me, their conversation now paused as I make my way over to the pool.
Throwing one of the pool floats in, I wander over to a lounge chair that’s out of their line of sight. I unwrap my towel, dropping it onto the lounge chair, before walking back toward the pool, beer in hand and dressed in nothing but a tiny pair of skintight swim trunks, which do nothing to hide the semi I’m currently still rocking.
“Holy. Fuck.”
I’m not sure which one of them says it, but I can’t stop the smile as I climb into the pool, making sure I get fully wet before lying back on the float, beer in hand. I know I’ve got a good body. I’ve worked damn hard to get it and I’m certainly not above using it to mess with Aida. Remind her of what she could have had tonight had we not been interrupted.
Twice.
“Jesus, fuck, Aida, you need to go over there,” comes Amanda’s voice and I take a sip of my beer to hide the smile.
“Amanda, shut up!”
She scoffs. “Well, if you won’t, I’m certainly happy to. Fuck me, your neighbor is smoking hot. I take back everything I said about not hitting that. You should totally hit that. Hit. It. Hard.”
She draws out the word hard as though to emphasize her point, but it’s the comment about hitting it, which really grabs my attention. Because not only does it tell me that Aida’s been talking about me, but that it’s probably been in a way that’s related to the two of us getting naked together. And I am totally onboard with that.
“Oh my god, Amanda,” Aida now says, and I can’t resist stretching, lifting my arm and tucking it behind my head, giving my stomach a quick flex to really drive the point home.
“Oh my fucking god, indeed,” Amanda says and when I risk a quick glance over there, I can see they are both watching me.
“Shit,” Aida now says, and this time, I don’t hide the smile.
I know I’m being a bit of a show pony, but fuck it, who am I to deny these two a good perv? Plus, their conversation is both entertaining and enlightening and I’m all for encouraging it.
“Seriously, Aida,” Amanda chimes in. “I don’t know if I interrupted something by showing up here unannounced, but you have my full permission to go over there and do that,” she says. “Fuck, dry hump him in the pool if you want. I’m happy to watch that show, but do something at least!”
Jesus, just the thought of Aida coming over here and joining me on this float has me hard again.
“And of course you can then fill me in on all the details, later,” she adds, almost as an afterthought.
“You know he can probably hear everything you’re saying, don’t you?” Aida now says and I can’t stop the laugh.
“Yep, I totally can,” I call out to them. “But don’t let that stop you. And for the record, Aida, I do like your sister’s suggestion, and you are certainly welcome to come join me. Anytime.”
Amanda bursts out laughing now as Aida covers her face, muttering something. With a grin, I finish off my beer before sliding into the pool and making my way toward the edge. Putting my hands on the side of the pool, I push up, slowly hauling myself out of the water and giving them another show.
When I stand, I look over to the Henderson’s house, laughing when I see both Aida and her sister, staring at me, mouths open in two identical “O” shapes.
“Just gonna head inside and take a shower,” I say. “Take care of other things too,” I add, cupping my junk. “Offer still stands, Aida.”
Amanda snorts out a laugh and Aida’s cheeks darken. Throwing her a grin and a wink, I turn and head inside to the bathroom to do exactly that.
The next morning, I head over to my grandma’s, half expecting to find Aida here, given my grandma’s match making tendencies.
Unfortunately, it’s just Grandma and Ed who call out a hello as I walk inside.
“Hey,” I reply, walking out onto the back deck and taking a seat at the table.
“Breakfast?” Grandma asks, even though a plate is already set for me.
“You know it, Grandma, thanks,” I say as I reach for the plate of bacon.
“So how was your date with Aida?” Grandma now asks. “I asked her to come to breakfast this morning, but she was busy.”
I spoon some eggs onto my plate, grinning a thanks at Ed as he hands me the toast. “My date?” I start. “Don’t you mean the date you set us up on, Grandma?”
“Pfft,” she scoffs, taking a sip of her coffee. “I merely gave you a helping hand, Benji and if what I’ve heard is true, I’d say it worked and you’re welcome.”
Chuckling, I reach for the coffee, pouring myself a cup as I glance over at my grandma. “And what exactly is it you heard then?”
Ed snorts out a laugh as Grandma smiles. “Well, Mavis said that she heard from Beverly who ran into Fay who said her granddaughter was traumatized by a young couple having sex on the beach. A young couple that included my grandson no less. I mean I’m all for expressing yourself and whatnot, but even that may have been a little excessive, Benji.”
I burst out laughing, shaking my head at the ridiculousness and inaccuracy of my grandmother’s gossip chain. “Okay, first of all, there was no sex on the beach, Grandma. What do you take me for? And the kid was hardly traumatized, jesus.”
“Well, Fay said there was definite hand-on-bottom action, Benji and you know I don’t like to fuel the gossip, but I do know there is chemistry between you and Aida, so…”
She trails off and when I glance at Ed, he’s biting his lip, trying not to laugh. One look at me though and the two of us burst out laughing. Ed shaking his head as he says, “You don’t like to gossip, Miriam? What kind of bullshit is that?”
“Right?” I say, shoveling some bacon in. “You’re like the ringleader for your little group, Grandma. In fact, I wouldn’t put it past you to be the one starting half the rumors!”
“Nonsense,” she says, waving a hand in dismissal. “But do I take this to mean that things are progressing well with you two?”
I sit back in my chair, a smirk on my face as I say, “Who says I want them to progress?”
This time it’s Grandma who laughs, shaking her head at me as she says, “Oh goodness, Benji, do you think I came down in the last shower. Anyone can see you like this girl. In fact, I think you more than like her and I predict big things for you two.”
“Big things?” I repeat.
Grandma smiles, raising her brows as she now hums the wedding tune, Ed laughing as I let out a groan.
“Jesus, I think that is a bit premature. I barely know her and besides, nothing’s happening between us.”
Even as I say the words, I know they are a total lie. Because not only is it obvious that Aida and I have this insane chemistry, we’ve both openly admitted to liking hanging out together and wanting to kiss each other.
There’s something there between us for sure.
And that kiss last night, fuck me, that kiss was epic. I can’t even imagine how good the sex will be if a kiss can be that good.
“Nothing’s happening,” Grandma scoffs, interrupting my little sex fantasy. “Please, I am also not blind, Benji, despite my advancing years.”
“I see,” I say, as I continue eating, refusing to acknowledge she’s right.
“Right, so what’s next then?” she now asks.
“Next with what?”
Grandma rolls her eyes, glancing at Ed as she mutters, “Honestly, this boy,” making Ed laugh. “Next with Aida. What’s your next move, Benji? Because I have some suggestions if you like, for how you can continue your wooing.”
I look over at Ed who is chuckling silently as he sits beside Grandma, taking this all in. He’s been with her long enough to know what she’s like and I’m sure he’s getting a kick out of all of this. I turn back to Grandma, who’s sitting there watching me, a questioning look on her face.
“Okay then,” I say, reaching for my coffee. “Not that I’m saying I need help or that I’m planning anything, but hit me with your suggestion, Grandma. What should I be doing to woo Aida?”
She smiles now, sitting up a little straighter in her chair as she says, “Well, Benji, I think your next move should be something romantic, something?—”
“Um last night, I took her down to the beach to watch the sunset,” I say, interrupting her.
Grandma hits me with a look as she says, “Is that what that was? Because Fay said?—”
“Fay wasn’t even there,” I say, laughing. “And yes, that is what that was, dinner on the beach to watch the sunset. It doesn’t get more romantic than that.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll grant you that, Benji. That was a good idea, although the public fornication may have been a misstep.”
I shake my head. “Again, there was no public fornication going on. Jesus, I kinda prefer to keep that stuff behind closed doors, you know? I don’t need everyone copping an eyeful.”
“Ha!” Grandma shouts, pointing a finger at me. “So you admit you want to do these things with her?”
“Um, no, I just said I’m not into…how did you put it, public fornication,” I say with a laugh. “God, I don’t even know how we got onto this topic of conversation.”
Ed leans over and pats my shoulder as he says, “Ben, you have met your grandmother, haven’t you? You know she has zero filter and zero shame.”
Laughing, I nod. “I know, it’s one of the things I love about you, Grandma,” I say.
It’s true too, I’ve always loved how she isn’t afraid to say what’s on her mind, even if it means I know far too much about her personal life than is probably considered normal.
“Anyway, back to wooing Aida,” she now says, smiling at me. “I think romance, wine and cheese, maybe a movie.”
I let out a loud snore, Ed chuckling again. “Jesus, Grandma, I’m trying to woo her, remember, not put her in a coma.”
Grandma huffs, hitting me with a scowl as she says, “Fine, what is it you’re suggesting then, Benji? Hit me with this brilliant idea of yours.”
Grinning, I lean forward, my elbows resting on the table as I start to relay my plan. A plan that I’m totally winging, but which involves my always legendary Fourth of July party and getting Aida to show up for it.