Princess Next Door

“In all seriousness, I won’t hold you to anything about what I’ve asked you to do. You’re your own man, and I don’t expect anything from you.”

“Just my dick.”

Her cheeks heated. “It’s … why is this so hard?”

“You’re the one that asked me, and soon it will get hard. I promise. Right now, it’s kind of soft. You make really nice coffee.”

She knew he was teasing her, and the moment he talked about his cock, she couldn’t help but look.

“You’ll get to see it soon enough, Princess.”

Something must be happening because she didn’t even mind it when he called her Princess.

“How was your truck?” she asked, moving onto a much safer topic than sex, Zane’s penis, and the possible rumor their houses played Cupid.

“It doesn’t stink; it’s really clean. You need to vomit in my truck more often. I think it’s cleaner than when I first bought it.”

Her mouth and beer had already gotten her into this. There was no way she’d ever risk it again.

****

Zane waited for her to change into her bathing suit. Cassie, the previous owner, had a pool, which he’d just recently paid to get clean. Princess, now dressed in a bathing suit, followed him out to the back of her garden. When Cassie had been at a hospital appointment because of her baby, Slade had showed him around and also told him about the loose fence panel.

“Why didn’t anyone fix it?” she asked as he showed her how to slide it open, and keeping it there as they entered his home.

“I don’t know. Maybe they didn’t feel it needed fixing? Our houses being connected and all that.”

Cassie had told him about the house rumor when he moved in, and of course he didn’t believe her.

It was total bullshit.

Houses didn’t control emotions, people did.

He pulled off his shirt, then removed his jeans, walking all the while. “And here is the little darling that I had cleaned especially for you.” He held his hand out. “You may remove your robe.”

She rolled her eyes, opening up the robe and handing it to him.

Placing their clothes on the deck chair, he jumped in without waiting for her. The day was so hot that even the water was warm.

Breaking the surface, he saw her standing there. She wasn’t trying to hide her body, and the bathing suit she wore shaped to her curvy figure to perfection, and even seemed to push her tits up and together. He focused on other parts of her body rather than the pure beauty of her breasts.

She had a touch of cellulite on her thighs, but they were full, juicy, and he wanted them wrapped around his waist as he slammed his dick deep inside her.

She’s a virgin.

Rubbing his hands down his face, he watched as she slowly climbed into the pool, her hands gliding over the surface.

“It’s not going to bite. I don’t have a shark hidden beneath waiting to eat you up or anything.”

She smiled. “It has been a long time since I’ve been in a pool.”

“Is this something to do with your family?”

“Nah, just … pools.” She leaned forward, and he watched as she began to swim, moving from one end of the pool to the other.

It wasn’t a large pool, not like a proper full length, but it was a nice size to stretch out, or take a short swim.

Moving toward the edge, he stretched his arms out and simply watched her. She floated on her back, staring up at the sky. Treading water, he moved toward her side and placed a hand on her stomach.

She jerked up but didn’t push him away. Her head turned toward him.

“Have you changed your mind?” He ran his thumb back and forth over her stomach.

“Yes and no. I’ve not changed my mind.”

“Tell me your thoughts.”

“I’ve felt guilty for putting you in this position. I shouldn’t have, and I’m really sorry.”

He smiled. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“Do you want to?”

Staring into her blue eyes, he nodded. “Yes. I want to.” He took her hand and placed it over his dick, which was already rock-hard. “This is what you do to me, even when you’re driving me crazy. I want you. That’s never going to stop.”

She slowly rubbed him through his pants, and he closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. Her feet touched the pool bottom, and she stood, staring at him. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t believe that our houses are connected, and I have no intention of telling you that I love you any time soon.”

“I don’t either.”

“I’ve never had sex before. I’ve never done anything but touch myself, and even as I’m sharing this with you, I’m feeling crazy because I don’t know why, but I feel safe with you. Is that normal?”

“Define normal for me.”

“I knew there was a big reason why I liked you.”