I knew it was wrong, but I simply didn't care as I put on my new red bikini and checked myself out in the mirror. I knew what I wanted and I was going to do everything in my power to make it a reality. Fantasies are fine for young girls, but I was no longer that shy little kid with braces and the tall, gawky frame. I had just turned 18 and the braces were finally removed after years of torture and for the first time in my life I finally felt like an adult, I finally felt like a woman. I saw a devious look in my blue eyes as they stared back at me from the mirror that told me I was finally ready for him. You can call me a bitch if you must, but the fact that he had a wife didn't bother me at all. In fact, it made it the whole thing even hotter.
I blame it all on my Kindle, really. I received my first one as a Christmas gift when I was in junior high school and it totally fed my insatiable appetite for reading and learning. I quickly discovered there were places on the Internet where I could download pretty much any book that I wanted, from trashy romances to the latest Stephen King novels. It opened up a whole new world to me, allowing me to read things that my parents certainly would not have approved of for a girl my age and that is exactly how I ended up devouring the "50 Shades" series while my parents thought I was reading "Pretty Little Liars."
As I read those books, I couldn't help but imagine myself in all those naughty, steamy sexual situations with a strong, sexy man that could take care of all my carnal needs. My body came alive as I read the stories and I felt yearnings and desires I had never experienced before. As my mind created the movie in my head I realized no boys my age could fit the bill of the leading man, but Mr. Malone, the tall, chiseled married man with the amazing green eyes that lived next door certainly did. I would find myself reading and as the scenes played out in my mind it was always Mr. Malone that I was submitting to, his piercing eyes consuming my body as I gave myself to him completely.
For a while, I could barely manage to speak to him when I saw him outside. I can only imagine what he thought when he would give me a friendly hello and I'd say something stupid, or nothing at all, and then quickly retreat either into the safety of my house or by putting on the headphones that prevented me from talking with him but didn't stop me from watching him as he worked in their yard or took a swim in their in-ground pool.
I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. The red bikini top had two thin straps that attached to the front at the same point and then spread out as they made their way up over my shoulders and down my back. The cups had a little extra padding and enough lift that my 32Bs actually looked somewhat impressive. The matching bottoms were cute and fairly conservative, completely covering my heart-shaped ass. I twisted and turned, trying to see myself from every possible angle and I congratulated myself for all the time I'd spent working out in the gym over the past few months.
I pulled my long, light brown hair back and tried to decide on whether I should put it up in a ponytail or if I should leave it down. I loved the way my new highlights looked and though I thought that leaving it down would have been the sexier option, I decided on the ponytail because I loved the idea of being able to pull the hair tie off and shake my long sexy curls free for him with a flourish.
I kept telling myself that I was not completely imagining the way that Mr. Malone had been starting to look at me when I would be over swimming in their pool this summer. There were times I could tell his eyes were lingering just a bit longer than they probably should have as they took in my long, slender body. The conversations we had also moved from him asking cursory questions about school or how my parents were to more in-depth things about what I wanted to study in college, what books I'd been reading and what bands I was currently into.
I have to admit, his interest really helped me to push away the shyness I used to feel around him and instead I started feeding off his attention. I enjoyed flirting with Mr. Malone. We were doing a dance, though I could never truly figure out who was leading. I loved trying to shock him or trip him up just enough to keep him on his toes. The constant internal struggle for me was trying to figure out if he was seeing me as an adult or just as the little kid that lived next door.
I put on my favorite pair of blue jean shorts with the perfectly frayed bottoms and a few holes in the right places that gave them a well-worn look. They were short enough that the pockets extended down below the denim and they made my ass pop if I had to say so myself. I rifled through my drawers looking for the perfect top and I decided on a black Foo Fighters t-shirt that was almost as distressed as my shorts.
I looked out the window and smiled as I saw Mr. Malone sitting at the umbrella table on his deck enjoying his morning coffee. He looked handsome in a pair of jeans and a red polo. His wife and my mom had left earlier that morning for a spa weekend my mom had won from being the lucky 13th caller of a local radio station contest. My dad left shortly after they did to go on a fishing weekend with his buddies which left me, and Mr. Malone, each home alone.
I looked back in the mirror and added just a hint of red lipstick to my full, soft lips. I may not have been blessed with a big chest but my lips were absolute perfection. I gave myself a smile and told myself it was time for my fantasy to become a reality. I had needs that were just were crying out to be fulfilled and the high school boys I'd been dating were not cutting the proverbial mustard. I would be headed off to college in just a few weeks and I knew if I didn't go for it now I probably never would.
I had one of those moments where it is like you have an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. The angel told me that Mrs. Malone had always been great to me. She allowed me to use their pool whenever I wanted to use it and even let me and my friends have a pool party at their house a couple of times. The devil laughed and told me that Mr. Malone was the one that would have to make his own choice. If he was a faithful husband then he would reject me immediately once he knew what I wanted of him.
I walked into my closet and slipped on my favorite pair of sandals which had a stacked wedge heel and two rows of white leather whipstitched medallions on top. The 4 inches of lift made me stand at 5'11" tall and really accentuated my long, toned legs which gave me the confidence of a runway model strutting the catwalk.
I checked to make sure I hadn't chipped my freshly manicured fingernails and toenails, both painted red to match my new bikini and both featured silver French tips. I dabbed just a bit of my favorite perfume on my wrists and behind my ears and I giggled to myself that Mr. Malone had no idea what was about to hit him.
I grabbed my big, purple Coach tote bag and headed down the stairs into the kitchen. I almost felt bad that Mrs. Malone had been so nice to me that morning, telling me it was going to be such a hot weekend that I should use their pool any time that I wanted to use it. I could feel my heart racing as I stood there in my kitchen like a warrior ready to do battle. I took one last deep breath, put my sunglasses on and then headed out the sliding door that led into our backyard.
The Malones lived in the house right behind ours, their yard was fenced in due to the pool and it was nicely landscaped. There was a gate at the back of their yard put in specifically because my mom and Mrs. Malone were constantly going back and forth between the houses. I knew that if my mom would ever find out about what I was about to do that I would be dead meat but that just made it all the more exciting.
I walked through the gate and made my way across the lush green grass. It wasn't until I was nearly on top of him that Mr. Malone looked up from his Sports Illustrated and saw me.
"Oh, hi, Rachel," he smiled and his eyes gave me a quick once-over.
"Hi, Mr. Malone!" I smiled as I set my bag down on the ground next to one of the chaise lounge chairs on the deck. "How are you doing?"
"I'm good," he grinned as I walked over to him.
"Reading anything good?" I asked as I leaned over his shoulder, making sure he could smell my sweet vanilla perfume.
"Not really," he said as he put the magazine down on the table. "I was just killing some time as I had my coffee."
"Are you planning on going for a swim?" I asked him as I pulled out a chair. I sat down at the table next to him and crossed my long, tanned legs.
"I wasn't planning on it," he said as his green eyes washed over me. "Why, do you want some company? I know that Jackie said you might be coming over to swim but I wasn't sure if you would be bringing a friend or not. I wouldn't want to get in your way."
"It's your pool," I giggled. "Besides, you could never be in the way, Mr. Malone."
