After a long, scenic drive, I rode my rusty car up the gravel driveway to the large, old, white house where my boyfriend Blake and his family presently resided during the summer months. The house had been in the family for years, but currently it was occupied by Blake, his mother, father and 18 year old brother. Blake and I were both on summer break from sophomore year at college, and I had come up to visit him in upstate New York for the weekend.
As I pulled my overstuffed bag out of my beat up coupe, I took notice of the driveway full of cars. "I guess we aren't going to be alone this weekend," I say quietly to myself, with slight disappointment. I had hoped Blake and I would have gotten some time alone together at the house. In reality, I am just really fucking horny.
I couldn't help it, I was compelled to stroke my pussy the entire drive here; I'm pretty sure some trucker was watching me for a few miles, but I didn't care, it actually made me more wet having him watch. At one point I even switched it up for amusement and pulled my dress down a little as I massaged my bare breast in full view of his mirror. He almost swerved off the road. So, yeah, not sure if I caused him to swerve, but I decided that it wasn't the smartest idea to distract an 18-wheeler, so I subsequently sped off.
Blake promptly met me at the front door with a kiss and ushered me right to dinner with his family without a minute to spare. Good thing I drove up already dressed in my tight black dress and heels. We started the meal with a bed of mixed baby greens followed by the main course of roast duck and glazed carrots. After dinner, we meandered outside to relax on the deck as we continued to drink sweet wines and listen to soft jazz throughout the night.
I admired the beautiful ambiance from the music and the potency of the wine, but I couldn't help but notice how handsome Blake looked in the soft glow of the candle light. I watched him intently as he sipped slowly from his wine glass; the stem barely floating between his firmly pressed fingers. His sky blue eyes seem ablaze as a result of the tiny reflections of fire-light in his eyes. I watched him stare off into the distance when suddenly his glowing eyes abruptly met my own. I was startled by the unexpected intensity of his gaze and let a small gasp escape my lips.
My eyes darted away from his intoxicating eyes, full of passion and fire, and shifted to the people seated around us. I was suspicious the other members of the table had sensed the palpable sexual tension and heard my audible gasp, but both occurrences seemed to go unnoticed. Clive, Blake's brother, was busy texting on his iPhone; and Lorraine and Ed, Blake's mom and dad, were caught up in a heated discussion about some local mayor.
I slowly shifted my gaze back to Blake; his eyes were still fixated on me, but this time his stare was aimed lower. His eyes were occupied by the cleavage spilling from my dress. My heart thumped in my throat as I followed his burning glance. His eyes glided down all the curves of my body, pausing at my bare legs before he retraced his visual caress back up to my breasts. Blake drank from his glass again, swallowing every last drop of wine and slowly putting down his empty glass. He licked his lips of any excess wine and revealed a slight smile as he looked back into my eyes. I bit my lip as my breasts heaved in my dress.
"I think we are going to be off to bed," Blake said to the table.
"Oh," I said, sounding surprised, as the faces of the table turn to look at us. "Oh Yes, that's right; I wanted to get up early, thanks for reminding me, Blake."
"Mmhmm," he hummed in response while nodding, as we both stood up from the table.
"Goodnight. We'll see you two for breakfast," Ed said, clearly eager to return back to the political debate with his wife.
"Let us know if you need anything," chimed Lorraine, before she turned back to her husband.
"Have fun sleeping in my bed, Claire" said Clive, pulling his eyes away from his iPhone for the first time all night.
"Thanks again for letting me sleep in your bed, so I can sleep in the same room as Blake," I remarked. Since Blake and Clive shared a bedroom during the summer, Clive was kind enough to lend me his twin bed while he slept on the pullout in the living room, but he clearly wasn't happy about it. "I'm sorry that you have to sleep on the pullout as the alternative though, Clive," I said, trying to empathize.
"Anytime and anything for you, Claire. Maybe next time we can share the bed as a compromise," Clive answered, while his eyes met my own for the first time. I hadn't yet noticed how beautifully green his eyes are; the color of the darkest, deepest, pure green ocean. In the low light of the candles, Clive's facial features looked remarkably similar to Blake's and I felt a pang of curiosity and desire towards this semi-stranger. I become conscious that I was staring a bit too long into his eyes and looked away with discomfiture while I turned towards the glass doors that lead inside.
"Haha okay, well, goodnight all!" I hollered, walking hand-in-hand with Blake. He led me down the hallway to the bedroom his brother and he shared, walking me into the near-dark room and closing the door softly behind us. Without delay, he turned me around backed me gently against the door, pressing himself firmly against the front of my body.
"There isn't a lock on this door," he whispered into my ear. I suddenly forget all about Clive and his green eyes and familiar face. I looked deep into what I can see of Blake's blue eyes and instantly craved the touch of his soft lips pressing against my own.
