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The following day mom came home and Harland gave all his attention to her. She was busy being a whirlwind in the house, shouting about this and that, tossing things here and there and packing a bag for another trip. She was yelling about her client and the judge, some legal jargon that I never understood and how she needed to get back to the office before she went back out of town -- this time for a week.
He trailed after her, listening and nodding, agreeing with her when he needed to and shaking his head when he needed to. I wandered away and found myself at the pool, headphones in my ear, a book in hand while I waited for mom to cool off and say goodbye again. She stopped by briefly, dropped a kiss on my head, wished me well and said she'd be back next week.
Then we were alone again.
I stretched out on the poolside chaise and sighed a bit. Mom had always been busy, so it wasn't anything new for her to be busy. But, you think she could at least spend some time at home. I absently rubbed down my legs and found Harland standing over me.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself."
"So. Party this weekend again?"
"I guess? You wanna?"
"Might as well. Make sure you invite Sonia over again." He turned, "I'm gonna go clean up and climb into bed. Night." He winked at me and left me at the pool.
"Night." I paused, picking at my nails while wondering what he was doing. Feeling daring again, I darted back upstairs and found myself my favorite peeping spot. I watched Harland shower again, his body soaped and bubbly by the time I made it.
His back was against the shower wall again, exposing his naked front to me as he began to slowly stroke his shaft. I wiggled a bit, my thighs rubbing together as I noticed I was getting a little more than just excited by watching him. His hand worked over the swollen knob, thumb stroking the soft skin. I recalled just how soft it actually felt -- like velvet -- my mouth watering with the memory.
I was getting more and more excited. I could feel how wet I was without even touching myself. I moved my knees apart and reached down my bikini to slick a finger down my slit. I pulled my hand away and found my finger soaked and nearly dripping. I had never been this wet in my life! I shoved my hand back in my bikini and stuffed my finger inside me. My thumb stroked over my clit as I worked myself into such an excited state, I forgot to be silent and let out a moan.
I instantly remembered where I was and found Harland's eyes glued to my peeping spot. My heart skipped a beat as I thought he had found me out. But his eyes moved, his body jerking as he came. I climbed to my feet as quietly as I could and snuck back into my bedroom.
I stripped, slipped on my favorite oversized shirt to sleep in and waited, listening intently. I heard a few doors close and finally the TV came on in the master bedroom. He would fall asleep in no time. Turning on my own TV, I climbed out of bed and pulled open my suitcase from college.
I had gone to one of those girls night "Slumber Parties" where they sell sex toys to a group of girls and have drinks. I'd had a bit too much and ended up buying a vibrator. I'd only used it a couple of times and found it very exciting. It was difficult to find time by myself in the dorms, though. I didn't have a chance to really explore.