“OK, your turn.”
“What?” She looked up at me.
“Your turn to tell me something no one knows.”
“Hmmm.” She brought her hand to her chin. “OK. But it’s not really as dramatic as yours.”
“That’s all right.”
“It’s pretty nerdy.” She hesitated.
“I just explained to you that deep down I’m a huge nerd.”
“Well,” she began hesitantly. “When I was in high school, I used to lie to my parents.”
“That’s unacceptable,” I teased her, shaking my head.
“Ash.” She swatted my knee.
“No, I’m sorry,” I continued. “Everyone has their limit and that’s mine, lying to your parents. You just crossed it.”
“OK, shut up.”
“All right.” I happily agreed.
“So, Wednesday afternoons in high school I would tell them I was going to this literature club at school.”
“Yup, sounds believable.”
“I said we read Russian classics. Tolstoy, Lermontov, Dostoevsky.”
“But you weren’t really doing that, were you?” I had a feeling I might like this story. Naughty Anika.
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Are you blushing?” I twisted and leaned forward to look at her face. It was hard to tell in the warm water of the tub, but she looked flushed.
“Maybe,” she consented.
“I’m so intrigued. What did naughty teenage Anika do when she told her parents she was reading Russian literature? Smoking in the girls’ room?”
“No.”
“Trying on slutty clothes at your slutty girlfriend’s house? And sometimes, when it was just the two of you—”
“Sorry, Ash,” she cut me off. “No girl-on-girl action in this story.”
“Damn it.”
She laughed. I loved how her breasts jiggled when she did it. I felt my cock stir, so I shifted to the side. I wanted to hear her story.
“Don’t tell me you had a secret boyfriend who took you riding on his motorcycle?” I asked, not liking the idea one bit.
“No.”
“Good. I’d have to beat the crap out of him.”
“I was too scared of those kinds of guys.”
“Until you dated me and completely wrapped me around your little finger.” I picked her hand up out of the water and kissed her pinky. Then her palm. But, wait, I wanted to hear her story. “So what were you doing instead of literature club?”
“Right, so,” She shook her head, as if my kisses had distracted and clouded her thinking as well. I loved how easily we revved each other up, so quick to spark. “I told my parents I was reading great literary works from our Russian heritage. But really I’d sneak to the town library and go down to the basement and read romance novels.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’d even wear a baseball cap when I snuck into the library so no one would know it was me.”
“Did that work?”
“No, I’m totally sure the librarians knew it was me. I was there every Wednesday and we had a town of a few thousand total. But it added to the clandestine drama.”
“I don’t know what clandestine means.”
“Secret. Hidden.”
“Right.”
“Oh, Ash, it’s such a gorgeous library. It’s the fourth oldest in the state of New York!” Man, I had fallen for such a nerd, and I loved it so much.
“Let me get this straight,” I said. “You lied that you were in a book club so you could go read books.”
“Yeah, but not good books. Trashy books.”
“You’re so naughty,” I whispered down into her ear. “Tell me about these kinds of books you liked.”
“I liked naughty kinds.” She laughed, sounding slightly nervous.
“Hmm. Now I like this story more.”
“I loved historical romances with pirates and warriors.”
“Shirtless pirates and warriors,” I confirmed, thinking of the classic dime store romance novels I’d seen growing up. I pictured that long-haired model on the cover. Was his name Fabio?
“Absolutely. You wouldn’t put a shirt on these men. It would be a crime.”
“I don’t wear shirts.” What, was I feeling jealous of romance novel heroes?
“I know.” She trailed her hands along my arms, up circling my biceps. I gave her a little flex.
“Going shirtless is like my public service.”
She laughed, wiggling that ass of hers back into my groin. “You’re so arrogant.”
“Yes I am,” I agreed.
“You are so crazy hot, though,” she continued. I liked that. She wound her fingers up and down my arms, tracing my corded muscles, my tattoos. There was no shifting away my erection now, it pressed hard and large against her lower back.
I brought my hands down into the warm water and found her breasts, cupping them gently in my palms. She caught her breath, her fingers pressing into my skin.
Gently, I massaged her breasts in my hands, the water lapping at their sides. Her nipples grew erect as I caressed her, points up stiff and urgent for my attention.
“Do you see how hot it is between us?” I whispered into her ear, both of us watching my hands on her breasts, her instant response. She felt so good under my fingers, slippery in the water, and she moaned softly.
I dropped my hand to her hip, the one I’d noticed earlier that I’d bruised. With a careful, loving touch, I caressed her on the spot. “I saw I bruised you here.”
As I touched her bruise, I kept one of her breasts in my hand, kneading, cupping, massaging it up out of the water. I could tell she was becoming aroused not just from my touch, but from watching me touch her. She liked to watch. That gave me ideas, all kinds of ideas.
I brushed my fingertips against her bruised hip. “Are you in pain?” As I asked, I brought my other fingers to her peaked point, grasping her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, giving it a light squeeze. She drew in her breath, arching her back up, pressing her breast more fully into my hand.
“You gripped me there tight.” Her voice sounded husky, breathy.
“I did grip you tight.” I kept grazing the spot on her hip, light yet reminding her where I’d held her. I teased her nipple, light still there as well. “I grabbed onto your hip hard while I fucked you.”