“I was actually thinking of ordering pizza or something and wanted to know if you wanted to share it with me.” I hadn’t thought much about any of this, but it sounds pretty good. Mary sits back again, re-crossing her smooth legs and smiling at me. I have no clue what she’s thinking but I’m almost glad that I don’t have the transmitter to find out.
“Okay,” Mary says, having obviously come to some conclusion, “but not pizza. Why don’t you get some Chinese from that place near the bookstore and I’ll meet you at your house in thirty minutes.” She stands up, so I do too, and we’re facing each other from about a foot apart. I’m about half a foot taller than she is which gives me a great view of her tits down her scoop necked top.
“Is there any particular dish that you like?” I ask as I walk out on the porch.
“Surprise me!” she says, closing the door and leaving me standing there with a very natural hard-on and a shit-eating grin. This could be an interesting night.
At the Chinese place, I take the owner’s recommendation on what dishes to get. I pile the boxes on the outside patio table and set it with chopsticks and napkins. Lighting a couple of outdoor candles I spread out the food and check my watch. A couple more minutes and I’ll be eating a ‘candle light’ dinner with my very sexy neighbor.
“Nice touch,” Mary says, coming through the sliding glass door. “I hope you don’t mind me just barging in; the front door was unlocked.”
“Not at all. You just startled me,” I answer. She’s changed into a calf-length wrap-around skirt and a white sleeveless blouse.
“I brought some wine,” she smiles, holding up a bottle in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. This could get very interesting. The loose skirt isn’t as sexy as the tight shorts, but it’s also not as confining. I take the bottle from her and fumble a little with the corkscrew.
“Here, let me show you,” she stands next to me, our bodies almost touching as she puts her hands over mine and shows me how to twist the corkscrew into the wine bottle and clamp it down.
“Thanks,” I tell her, looking directly into her eyes instead of at the bottle.
“Now you pull these levers,” she says, staring right back at me. Damn! I push down where she’s pointing and the cork pulls right out.
“I’ll get some glasses,” I say, turning to towards the house. Mary grabs my arm to stop me.
“As long as we’re outside, let’s make it like a picnic,” she says tilting the bottle to her lips and taking a small sip, “besides you don’t want glassware out here by the pool,” she adds, handing me the bottle. I take a small sip, swirl it around in my mouth.
“Mmmm,” I say, swallowing the wine. “That’s really good.” I take a little larger sip and then start opening the take-out cartons. We eat right from the cartons, grabbing pieces of broccoli and kung pao chicken and balancing white rice on our chopsticks. Passing the bottle back and forth somehow leads to feeding each other as we sit side by side on a lounge chair. I wonder if it’s the same chair where I saw Mom getting Mary naked last summer.
“So, why don’t you have a girlfriend?” Mary asks before taking a long drink from the wine bottle.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” I retort, taking the bottle from her… damn it’s nearly half empty. I take a smaller sip. I’m not used to drinking wine and I don’t want to get sick.
“Because men are all assholes,” she smiles, “present company excluded, of course.”
“Of course,” I agree, smiling at her.
“What?” she asks, setting her chopsticks down and wiping her mouth with a napkin.
“You’re really beautiful, you know,” I tell her.
“Yeah, well it’s dark out,” she laughs as she focuses on closing the takeout cartons while avoiding my eyes.
“I’ve seen you in the daylight,” I say, setting the wine bottle down and leaning my face towards hers.
“The wine is so I’ll have an excuse,” she says, backing away from my obvious intention.
“Excuse for what?” I ask, moving closer because I’m pretty sure I know what she’s talking about.
“For what we both know is about to happen,” she whispers, and then abruptly stands up. “Jesus, Nick,” she says loudly, wrapping her arms around herself as if she’s cold. “I just don’t know about this.” Fuck no! Not again.
“You’re my best friend’s son,” she says as I stand up and put my arms around her, pulling her against me. I keep my hands in a neutral area on her back and just hold her, rocking back and forth. She settles into my arms and I try to think of the right thing to say.
“What if your mom found out?” Her muffled speech is barely discernible with her head buried against my shoulder.
“I’m having a great time, Mary,” I say, ignoring her question and trying to find a way to change the direction of the conversation. “Let’s go swimming,” I abruptly suggest. “The pool’s heated, you can see the steam coming off of it.”
“Swimming?” she laughs, “in what?”
“Our underwear,” I answer. “My sister and I do it all the time,” among other things.
“I’m not your sister, Nick,” Mary says but she’s looking at the pool.
“I’m glad you’re not my sister,” I kiss her forehead and step back, pulling my shirt over my head. Before she has a chance to protest, I pull my jeans off and stand there with my hard cock nearly poking through my jockey shorts. “Come on,” I say, turning towards the pool, “you can blame it on the wine.” I make a shallow dive and come up treading water near the center of the pool.
Mary is still standing where I left her, watching the water ripple where I just dove in. My soggy briefs feel heavy, weighing me down in the warm water. I pull them off, treading water with one hand, and toss them onto the deck near her feet.
“I’ll leave the pool lights off,” I call to her. Silhouetted by the candlelight, I see her shoulders give a resigned shrug as she pulls her blouse over her head. Yes! I paddle a couple of feet sideways to get a better view.
Mary slowly unwraps her skirt and lays it on the chaise lounge behind her. Standing there in her lacy white bra and tiny matching thong, she hesitates, hugging herself again and looking around the patio. I stay deathly quiet, barely moving the water around as she continues her internal argument with herself. The warm pool water feels nice as it swirls around my stiff cock, and I hold my breath, willing Mary to join me.
“How’s the water?” Mary finally breaks the silence and I let my breath out as she unfastens her bra.
“Like bathwater,” I answer. I’m not sure if she’s excited or if it’s the cool air but Mary’s thick nipples are in full arousal as they jut out from her large, dark areolas. Tossing her bra on the lounge chair, she steps towards the edge of the pool and I paddle closer. Leaving her thong on must be like some kind of compromise she made with herself, not that it’ll matter, once she gets in the water.
Mary’s heavy breasts hang deliciously from her chest, as she leans down, balancing herself with one hand and sits on the edge of the pool. With her feet dangling in the water, she swirls them around and I realize that my memory didn’t do justice to Mary’s breasts. Her dark red areolas must be two inches across and her nipples are as thick as my little finger. They are the kind of large tits that you want to lift up and cradle in your hands as you lick them all over. It’s easy to picture her being able to suck her own nipples.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her again, placing my hands on her knees and caressing up the outside of her thighs. It’s too dark to tell if she’s blushing, but the way she dips her head and averts her eyes, I’m pretty sure she likes the compliment.