No, if she’d heard the rumors, she’d be thinking the opposite.
Resting my hand against the shower wall, I pump my fist, hard and fast until I find my release. It doesn’t take long. All I had to do was picture Anna on her knees in front of me, and I was gone. I know I’m going to regret picturing her later, but right now, all I want to do is clear my head, so I can sleep.
I step out onto the bathmat and frown, the pang of guilt hitting me. Well, that happened faster than I was expecting. I shouldn’t have been thinking about her like that, and it definitely can’t happen again.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I walk back into my room.
The first thing I notice is the curtain is back up, and her light is now on. Well, that answers that question. Any doubt I had was gone. She was definitely watching me. The question is, what am I going to do about it?
Ignore it and pretend it never happened.
That would be the logical course of action. There is no benefit in pointing out the obvious and embarrassing the poor girl, but I wasn’t sure that I could resist. The smart-ass in me lives for moments like this. Maybe I should invite her over to play with my big model again. Wait, was that why she was so weird when I said that because she’d been watching me? I chuckle. I’m slowly warming up to the idea of hot, young Anna checking me out.
Groaning, I roll over, not liking where my mind is taking this. One second I love the idea, and the next, it’s creepy. She's not the little girl next door anymore. She's a mature, attractive, twenty-something college student. The last thing I need is a complication that would come with thinking about her in any other way than my neighbor, or my best friend’s daughter. Of course, I probably should’ve thought about that before jacking off to her in the shower.Just as I’m about to drive off, I glance over and see Anna hunched over her car. She stands back from the raised bonnet and hurls a kicking assault on the front bumper, a frustrated look on her face.
“Hold on for a second,” I tell my kids.
I jump out and wander over to the fence, doing my best to act casual as I scale it. I want to help her out, but I also want to gauge how she reacts to me being there. If she was watching me, this exchange is going to be awkward and strained.
God, she’s so nice to look at. I glance at her short black skirt as it gently flaps in the wind and barely covers her creamy white thighs that I can’t drag my eyes away from. Her long, toned legs seem to go on forever, and when she stretches out over the engine to reach a rag, I have to turn away. When I get my erection under control, I turn back and flush when I see her frowning at me. The only thing awkward and strange about this situation is me.
“Hey. Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Sure, if you count a flat battery as okay,” she snaps. She half commits to eye contact as she winces. “Sorry. I’m crabby because I’m running late for an exam I probably should’ve studied harder for in the first place.”
“Studied harder for?” I chuckle. “Is that even possible with you?”
“You sound just like my dad,” she accuses.
“Which is probably where I heard that from.” I grin. “Need a lift?”
She shakes her head with a little too much enthusiasm, color creeping across her cheeks. She still hasn’t met my eyes, and I’m starting to wonder if she’s going to go the whole conversation without even looking at me.
“Thanks for the offer, but it’s okay. I can get a friend to pick me up on their way past.”
“Your call.” I shrug as if it makes no difference to me. Inside, I’m a little disappointed at the missed opportunity to spend more time with her. “Hey, if you ever have a few spare minutes, come past my office, and I’ll show you that project. You’ll love it. I promise.”
“I might do that,” she says with a hesitant smile. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” I say. “It’s kind of nice to see someone with such a passion for architecture. People look at me funny when I get excited over a sharp pencil and a precision edged rule.” I shrug. “Some guys watch porn. I watch Grand Designs.”
She laughs loudly. “Whatever works for you, I guess,” she teases. She nods back at my car. “I guess you better get them to the school before they escape.”
I turn around and see Max hanging out of one side window and hear Milly yelling to me from out of the other side.