Chapter 5
Bennett
Fuck! I can't make my feet move.
I've seen Kassie in bathers, and bikini’s more than enough times over the years that seeing her in her underwear shouldn’t really have any effect on me. Except, the last time I checked, her bikinis weren't made of see through lace, and silk.
Fuck me.
I’m frozen to the spot.
I know that I should move. Turn my back. Close my eyes,
But, I don’t.
Instead, I watch as Kassie tries to cover up her amazing body with an arm across her chest, and the other over her stomach, and her hand over the lace covering her pussy.
And fuck! I just looked at her god damned pussy, and I shouldn’t have.
“Bennett!” Kassie squeals again, dancing on the spot for a few seconds, before turning away from me.
Ohhhhh, and that’s a bad view. In fact, the bottoms of the cheeks of her ass are peeking out through the silk trim that is holding the lace together.
“Turn the fuck around, Bennett!”
“Right.”
“Better yet, leave my fucking room.”
I don’t leave, not because that would be the sane thing to do. No, the idiot in me manages to turn around to face the door I just entered, and see movement from the corner of my eye.
Thank fuck for Mrs Timms, and her decorating skills, because I can see Kassie in the mirror on the wall beside the door.
“Get your eyes off the mirror, McGuire!” Kassie’s voice startles me out of my stupor. “Yes, I know what you can see, it’s my room, remember? I helped my mother place ninety nine percent of the things in here.”
“What about the one percent?” I ask, stupidly looking for something to distract my mind, so that when I finally turn around, she can’t see my hard cock.
“What?” she asks, sounding confused.
“Who did the one percent, and what was it?”
“Oh. Me. I did the rest, and none of it matters one bit to you.”
“Is it a vibrator in the side table?” I ask, trying to make light of the situation, and instead it doesn’t help my cock situation at all, because I can imagine her, us, using it.
“No, it’s actually the monster dildo in there,” she says, her breathing even out, a sign that she’s dressed now. “You know the one. It’s thick, long, colourful, has wings, ridges all over, and a tongue.”
“That’s some combination of monster dildo features.”
“Trust you to know your way around sex toys, Bennett.” This time she actually laughs, and I turn around to face her.
“Sex toys are not the enemy in the bedroom, Kassie, and anyone who says they are, doesn’t know how to use them properly, because they're an amazing tool of pleasure when you use them right.”
My eyes are drawn to her throat as I finish my TED Talk on sex toys, and watch her deep swallow.
The silence that settles between us is thick with something I can't name.
She licks her lips, taking my attention away from her neck, and I follow the motion, watching her lips glisten in the golden light of the now setting sun.
“Bennett?”
“Mhmmm.” If a sound could be raspy, this one’s it, but it’s all I can manage.
“Could you-?”
“Could I what?”
“Leave?”
“Are you sure?” I ask, moving closer to her. It feels like she's moving towards me too.
“Yes,” she says, barely above a whisper. “I don’t know. No. Maybe.”
“Oh, Angel, I'm going to need you to be clearer than that.” I bring my hand up to take her chin in my fingers, drawing her eyes up to mine. “I need you to be certain.”
‘Mhmmmm.” It’s Kassie’s turn to be lost for words.
“I'm going to kiss you now. If you don’t want me to, pull away now.” I warn her.
Seconds later, when she hasn’t moved, I can't wait any longer.
I drop my lips to hers.
At first, we’re gentle. Searching for cues, and getting used to how the other feels.
Then, we’re kissing like it will be the last time that we can in this lifetime.
Suddenly, Kassie steps back, tearing her lips from mine. I feel the loss immediately, I know what she's about to say.
“Wow!”
OK, that’s not what I was expecting, but I can work with it.
I can definitely work with it, because that kiss wasn’t just wow, it was incredible.
“Yeah,” I start, but before I can finish, Kassie speaks, and this is where I thought she’d go after she stepped away from me.
“I can't.” She stammers out. “I'm going for a walk.”
I don’t stop her. I should, because she shouldn’t be out there on her own, but she also knows the area better than I do, so she’ll be safe.
When I'm wondering where she is an hour later, I'm really kicking myself that I didn't stop her from going for that walk.