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  Wet for Mr. Walker

  by

  Lexi Arabella

  Copyright 2013 by Lexi Arabella

  This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters portrayed in this ebook are eighteen years of age or older.

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  It was the summer after my senior year of high school, the summer before I started college. My best friend Melanie and I were in that in-between stage where we weren’t little girls anymore, but we weren’t grown up yet either. Basically, it was the best time of our lives. We spent every day that summer the same way- swimming in the backyard pool at Melanie’s house, going to the mall, and chatting about boys.

  “So what do you think about Kyle?” Melanie doggy paddled over to me as she spoke, her long red hair fanning out behind her on the water’s surface

  “What about him?” I asked, wrinkling my nose.

  “He’s cute, Ashley! And he likes you, I can tell.”

  “Nah, I don’t think so.”

  “He totally does, I swear!” She flung water at me and laughed.

  “Even if he is, I’m not really interested in him, though,” I said, splashing her back.

  “You’re not still hung up on Nick, are you?”

  Nick was my on-again, off-again boyfriend. We were currently off-again, and I was planning on keeping it that way. We would be going to different colleges in the fall, so there was no point in dragging out a high school relationship that had been floundering for months, anyway.

  “No way. We’re done for sure, and I like it like that.”

  “Can I ask you something, Ashley?” Melanie swam behind me and then stood up, wrapping her arms around my waist.

  “If I said no, would you ask anyway?”

  “Of course.” I could hear the smile in her voice as she pulled me against her. “I’m just asking first so I can at least pretend to have manners.”

  I laughed. That was typical Melanie. “Go ahead.”

  “Are you sure you and Nick never fucked?”

  “Melanie Elizabeth Walker!” I exclaimed, blushing at her words and trying to break free. “My answer hasn’t changed since the last twenty times you asked me this! No, we never had sex.”

  She giggled, squeezing me tighter. “Say that you never fucked Nick and I’ll drop it and let it go. I just want to hear you say fuck once in my life, at least.”

  Melanie had always been the wild one in our friendship. We were both virgins, but unlike me, her cheeks didn’t get red at the mere mention of anything naughty.

  “No, Mellie, Nick and I never fucked,” I said, rolling my eyes even though she couldn’t see my face.

  She squealed, moving me from side to side in the water. “What a dirty girl you are, saying the word fuck.”

  “I said it, there. Are you happy now?”

  “Verrrry happy,” she whispered in my ear, rolling her r’s and speaking in a silly voice. “This means I can officially be your first.”

  She let go of my waist and surprised me by running her hands up to my breasts and squeezing them through the wet fabric of my triangle bikini top.

  “Get off me, you freak!” I shouted playfully, trying to ignore the involuntary tremor of pleasure Mellie’s unexpected touch sent through my pussy. I broke free of her grasp, and just as I dived under the water, I heard her burst into laughter.

  I swam to the other side of the pool, kicking my legs furiously behind me. When I surfaced and wiped the water from my eyes, I didn’t see Melanie. A few seconds later, she popped up from the water in front of me.

  “Why are you running away from me, darling?” She waggled her eyebrows at me. “I thought we were in love.”

  “Technically, I didn’t run away, I swam,” I said, laughing.

  “You’re always concerned with boring little details like facts.” She waved her hand. “So speaking of facts, why didn’t you fuck Nick? Are you saving yourself for love or something?”

  I paused for a moment, thinking. “Love? No, I don’t think so. It just… it never felt right. I guess I want it to be with someone special, not Nick Monreal who stuck gum in my hair in the second grade.”

  “Well… I’m someone special, aren’t I?” She asked, backing me against the pool wall. “Who’s more special than your best friend since forever?”

  “You’re crazy!”

  “What?” she asked mischievously, her eyes twinkling. “We’ll be the only virgins in college if we don’t do something about it.”

  “You’re always so dramatic, Mellie. We won’t be the only ones. Not every eighteen-year-old girl has had sex.”

  She pressed her body against mine, lifting her hand to tuck a strand of my dark, wet hair behind my ear. “We’ll get a dildo and practice on each other so we’ll be ready when the time comes. Who should be the man first?”

  “Mellie!” My entire body felt flushed, and it wasn’t just from the heat of the sun shining down on us. I knew she was just teasing me, but it was making me feel funny in my core.

  “Okay, okay, I’ll be the man and you can be the sweet little virgin, having your pussy ravaged by my massive cock.”

  She dropped her hand down from my hair, running her finger across my collar bone and then letting it trail down between my cleavage. Melanie was known for being playful and flirtatious, but she had never acted like this before, at least not with me.

  “Knock it off, Melanie.” But I didn’t move, my eyes on her hand as she touched me.

  “You let Nick feel you up, didn’t you?” She pretended to pout. “Why was dorky Nick allowed access to your tits but not me?”

  Melanie ran her finger underneath the string that tied my bikini together, tugging on it ever so slightly.

  “Mel…” I said, my voice trailing off as she leaned into me. She hooked her fingertip under one of the triangles of my top, pulling it gently to the side as her face neared mine. My heart was racing as she drew closer.

  Melanie paused just before her lips met mine, stopping short of pulling my top to the side to expose my nipple. Her breath was hot against my mouth.

  “I’m just teasing you, Ashley!” She dissolved into giggles and let go of my top.

  “You little freak,” I said, pushing her back so she fell into the water. I felt all hot and fluttery inside, and I dipped under the water to try to cool off.

  She was still laughing when I came up. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s just so much fun messing with you.”

  “You’re not funny.”

  “Forgive me, Ash?

  “No.” I made a face at her.

  “You love me.” She lifted her hands, wiggling her fingers at me. “My skin’s getting all prune-y. Come on, let’s go work on our tans.”

  “Race you to the other side,” I said, diving under and swimming away. I made it to the steps first, wringing out my dripping hair as I stepped out of the water.

  Melanie climbed out of the pool, grabbing her towel to dry herself off. I almost never dried off, preferring to let the water slowly evaporate under the sun’s hot rays.

  “Cheater.” Mellie stuck her tongue out at me before she collapsed belly-down into her chair. They were big chairs, sturdier than the typical plastic poolside lounger, with wooden frames covered in a big, comfy turquoise cushion.

  After Mellie’s parents had divorced a few years back, her dad let her make most of the decorating decisions for their new house, and these chairs were something she and I had picked out together. I was getting mine wet by lying on it straight out of the pool, but I knew it would dry in no time in the scorching heat of summer. I shut my eyes and lay back, stretching my body out in the sun.

  Mellie and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember, and we shared everything- shoes, secrets,
and sometimes, crushes. We were always together, so much so that people often asked us if we were sisters, even though we looked nothing alike. She took after her mom, with a crazy-curvy body, wild red hair, and freckles dusting her pale skin. In contrast, I tanned easily, had sleek brown hair, and had just started filling out after being flat as a board for most of my life.

  A years-old memory sprung to my mind, making me laugh and turn to Melanie to ask if she remembered that time in middle school she told me that eating peanut butter would make my boobs grow.

  “Mellie?” I said, squinting in the sunlight. I shaded my eyes with my hands and saw that she had already dozed off. I considered reaching over to nudge her awake, but decided against it. Melanie was a heavy sleeper who got grumpy if you woke her up before she was ready, so I decided to let her enjoy a little afternoon nap by the pool.

  My thoughts came back to my body. I may have been a late bloomer, but things had definitely bloomed over the past year. My hips now had a soft curve to them, and my breasts had filled out to soft, round handfuls that I loved to squeeze late at night, when the lights were out and I was under the covers, and my mind wandered to things that would make me blush to think of during the day.

  But then, as I lay by the pool, the sun’s heat emboldened me- made me feel naughty, wicked. I glanced back over at Melanie. Her body slowly rose and fell as she breathed, assuring me that she was asleep, and I bit my lip, shutting my eyes as I let my hands travel over my body.

  I gently grasped my breasts through the wet fabric of my bikini top, pushing the two soft mounds together. I remembered how Melanie had played with me, fingering the string on my top, and it sent a little tingling sensation from my belly down to the valley between my thighs. I wasn’t sexually attracted to her- Melanie was like a sister to me- but being honest with myself, I couldn’t help but being turned on as she teased me in the pool.

  I guess that’s what happens when you’re an eighteen-year-old virgin. I was glad I had broken up with Nick, but sometimes I wished I had fucked him just once before the relationship ended so I would know what it felt like.

  I only thought that when I was really horny, though, and after I made myself come and could think clearly again, without the haze of lust clouding my judgment, I knew it was for the best that I hadn’t lost my virginity to Nick. I wanted my first time to be with someone older, someone who knew what he was doing, like maybe an upperclassman I’d meet at college. Or better yet- and probably even more experienced- a professor.

  I hooked my fingers into the triangles of my bikini top, just like Mellie had as she played with me, but unlike her, I pulled them all the way to the side, exposing my breasts to the sun. The heat between my thighs grew hotter, and I felt daring, like a very bad girl, as I touched my bare breasts.

  They were cold and damp where the bikini had covered them, and my light brown nipples were super stiff, like pretty little pebbles. What would it feel like to have a man touching me here someday? Kissing my breasts, squeezing them, maybe even biting my nipples?

  I gently grasped my stiff peak, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, as I let my other hand slowly travel down my body, skating across my belly until it reached my bikini bottom. I briefly flirted with the idea of getting completely naked and sunbathing nude as I played with myself. I wasn’t that brave though, to risk Mellie waking up from her nap and finding me as naked as the day I was born.

  Instead, I slipped my hand into my bikini bottom, sliding past the cool dampness of my mound down to my clit. I rubbed the tender little nub of flesh with two fingers and my entire body came alive. As I made slow, small circles around my clit, I imagined a guy rubbing me there and how different it would feel to have a man’s big, strong hands on me, instead of my soft, small ones. A man who would know just how to touch me, how to rub me, how to own my body completely.

  My breathing was heavy, and I shifted my weight around in the chair as I played with myself, getting more and more excited as I squeezed my breasts and rubbed my clit. I started to moan a little bit, very quietly, but I bit my lip to try to keep quiet. I thought of a man fucking me, and what he would do if I moaned too loudly as he rammed my pussy with his cock. He’d probably cover my mouth with his large hand, whispering dirty things in my ear as he drove into me deeper and harder.

  “Oh god.” The thought made me moan aloud, and I slipped my fingers off my clit and down to my entrance. My entire slit was slick with my wetness, and I plunged my fingers inside of my tight hole, eager to have something, anything, filling me up.

  I writhed in the chair, stroking my wet walls as my palm rubbed against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

  “Oh yeah, fuck me harder,” I whispered, imagining a man’s muscular body atop of me, moving in and out of my wetness as he fucked me. The little wet noises my pussy made as I finger fucked myself only turned me on more, and I could feel that I was about to come, deliciously close to bliss, when a noise yanked me out of my fantasy.

  My eyes flew open and I looked to my left, where the sound of the door opening came from, to see that Melanie’s dad, Mr. Walker, was stepping outside. My heart thudded so wildly that I thought it would explode. I jerked my hand out of my pussy and yanked my bikini top back over my breasts as quickly as I could. My hands were shaking

  The last thing I had expected was for Mr. Walker to be home right then. Mellie and I usually had her house to ourselves all day, since Mr. Walker worked long hours as the owner of his company.

  Had Mr. Walker seen me playing with myself in his backyard? If he had glanced out the sliding glass door before opening it, which was likely, he would have easily been able to see my exposed breasts, nipples out and pointing towards the sun, and my hand stuck down my bikini bottom as I bucked and writhed in pleasure.

  The thought of my best friend’s dad seeing me partially naked and playing with myself only made me even hotter, hotter than the sun had ever made me, and I could feel my cheeks flush, which I was sure would only make me seem even guiltier when Mr. Walker looked at me.

  “Hey girls,” he said as he approached our chairs. His voice had a different tone to it than usual, or maybe I was just imagining things thanks to the shame of potentially being caught masturbating in his backyard. He sat on the edge of the chair next to mine, facing me. He must have taken his suit jacket off inside, and his tie too.

  “Hey, Mr. Walker.” My voice faltered a bit, and I could hear the nervousness as I spoke. “We’re just tanning.”

  “I see,” he said, raising an eyebrow. His green eyes glittered in the sun. “Mellie dozed off?”

  “Yeah. You know how she says the sun makes her sleepy.”

  Mr. Walker nodded. “I swear, the only thing that girl loves more than shopping is sleeping.”

  “Yeah,” I said, mentally kicking myself. Was ‘yeah’ all I could say? My mind was turned to mush, and my heart was still racing at having Mr. Walker so close. “You’re home early.”

  “You sound disappointed.” His voice was teasing.

  “No! No, not disappointed, just surprised.”

  “It was such a beautiful day, I decided to let everyone in the office go home early. Figured I’d take an early day, too.” He shifted his weight. “Looks like you’re enjoying the weather.”

  My cheeks burned. “It’s really, um… nice.”

  “Are you okay, Ashley? You look a little red.” Mr. Walker’s eyes swept over my body, and I could swear they lingered on my breasts. My clit throbbed in response, and the image of Mr. Walker on top of me, naked and sliding in and out of my pussy, flashed into my mind.

  I’d had a small crush on Mr. Walker since I was a little girl. Who wouldn’t? He was handsome, with a killer smile and a great body. But as time went on, he became more and more like a second dad to me, and I tried to push the crush out of my mind. Melanie may have been wild, but she’d kill me if she knew I thought her dad was hot.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m probably just burning a bit from the
sun,” I lied. That wasn’t the truth, and Mr. Walker knew it. I had tagged along on enough Walker family vacations for him to know that Mellie was always the one who sunburned, not me.

  “We wouldn’t want you to burn, would we?” he asked, a low edge to his voice. He stood up, walking over to the little table where Mellie and I had placed our phones, some bottled water, and a tube of sunscreen. Mr. Walker picked up the sunscreen. “You want some?”

  “Sure,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. Something was different between us. There was a sexual undercurrent to the conversation that made this unlike any of the millions of interactions I’d had with Mr. Walker before. I was scared but excited, not knowing exactly what was happening, but knowing that what I wanted more than anything was to have my best friend’s dad’s hands on me, rubbing me all over.

  Mr. Walker rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up before popping the lid of the sunscreen and squirting a liberal amount into his hand. He rubbed his hands together then bent over, grabbing my feet and beginning to work the sunscreen in. He made his way up my legs, going slower and rubbing deeper the higher up he got.

  Mr. Walker stopped rubbing me to squirt more sunscreen in his hands before continuing. I held my breath, my eyes glued to him, hardly breathing as he reached my thighs. When his strong, large hands grasped my inner thighs, I jumped, his touch searing me and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my pussy.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, looking up to my face.

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly, hoping he couldn’t hear exactly how much I was enjoying his touch.

  He continued on, moving higher until he reached the bottom hem of my bikini bottom. His touch tickled me, teased me. Mr. Walker was touching me in a place that would be covered by fabric if my bikini weren’t so skimpy. I hadn’t wanted to buy it, thinking it was too slutty, but Melanie swore I looked sexy in it, and told me that as long as I shaved it wouldn’t matter that it only covered enough to not be totally obscene.

  Melanie never would have guessed that one day she’d be asleep beside me while her dad rubbed me up as I wore the tiny, sexy bikini she insisted I buy.