Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Ethan moved to the other side of the pit, his eyes still glued on the thin girl with the generous rack as she headed toward the porch. He elbowed his buddy. “Who’s that?”
“My neighbor.”
“She cool?” Ethan asked.
Landry shrugged.
“Why haven’t I seen her around school?”
“She goes to an all-girls private school. You know, since there are no guys, they do each other.” He held two fingers of each hand in a V, and pounded them together to mimic two chicks scissoring. Then he lifted one of the Vs to his mouth and wiggled his tongue between them, pretending he was licking pussy.
Landry probably never ate pussy in his fucking life.
“You hit that yet?” Ethan asked.
Landry snorted. “No, but not for a lack of trying.”
“She a snobby bitch?”
Landry shrugged. “Too picky to let me down her pants, even for a quick finger bang.”
Ethan’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “You asked if you could finger fuck her?”
“Yeah. Why?”
Ethan shook his head. No wonder he couldn’t score with her. He didn’t have any fucking game.
Unlike Ethan.
He could talk the panties off most girls. But, again, sometimes it wasn’t worth the effort.
However, the girl snagging a beer might be worth it. Especially after she took her time bending over in front of the cooler, her bikini bottom riding up the crack of her sweet fucking ass.
Yeah, he was going to hit that tonight.
His dick decided it was onboard with that plan, too.
As he turned to head over to where she now stood under the Landrys’ back porch, her eyes checking out Ethan and his buddies, he heard Landry say to Will, “Watch this. He’s going to crash and burn.”
Ethan ignored that even though she, whatever her name was, had heard him, too, over the loud music.
The blonde tracked him as he took his time on his approach. He wanted to appear curious and casual but not desperate.
Her bikini top was the type with strings that tied at the center of her back and also behind her neck, making it easy to release unless she double-knotted it. The bottoms also tied at both hips.
Easy fucking access.
When he went almost boot to bare toe with her, he pulled the cold bottle from her fingers and twisted off the top, tossing the cap over his shoulder into the grass. He held out the open beer to her and when she took it, her fingers slowly slid over his.
With a tilt to her head, she scanned him from head to boots, making his hard-on do a happy dance in his jeans.
When her gaze lifted to his face again, he wore a grin. “You always visit your neighbors wearing a bikini?”
“I was taking a late swim.”
Ethan took his time exploring her from her long, blonde hair, tossed into a messy knot at the top of her head, all the way to her painted toenails. Along the way, he noticed her nipples asking, “How you doin’?” through the little triangle-shaped fabric struggling to contain her perky, but nicely rounded, tits. “You’re not wet.”
“Not yet,” she said with a wink.
Damn.
What was she? Sixteen or seventeen going on thirty?
“Does it take much?”
“Depends on who’s trying,” she answered, after taking a sip of her beer.
He smiled. “That would be me.”
“Then I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” She downed half the beer and when she was done, she smiled back and said, “Grab a couple more. We’re about to get thirsty.”
He lifted one eyebrow. This was going to be easier than he thought.
After he pulled two more beers from the cooler, she snagged his hand and led him across Landry’s yard, back through the break in the bushes and into her backyard that included a large in-ground pool.
“Your parents home?”
She shook her head. “My dad’s out on a date.”
“He supposed to be home any time soon?”
“Nope. They’re at some event that’s supposed to run late. Sometimes he stays overnight at his girlfriend’s place. He always calls when he’s on his way home.”
That music sounded much better to his fucking ears than Landry’s lame playlist. He wouldn’t need much time, anyway. He’d dip and dash long before her father came home.
“You a virgin?” he asked as she opened one of the French doors on her back deck.
She released a husky laugh. That was all the answer he needed.
Without freeing his hand, she tugged him inside and slammed the door closed behind them. As soon as they were in what looked like some sort of library or office—he wasn’t sure and didn’t fucking care—she turned to him and asked, “Are you?”
“Nah.”
Her lips curled up at the ends. “Good.”
When she finally released his hand, she turned and walked away from him, giving him a great view of that ass in the light. After setting her beer down on the side table, she reached behind her neck and untied the top bow, before moving to the center of her back and undoing that next.