He stared forward and bit his lip once more. "Done?" He asked when she put the coat on. Claudia smiled at him and nodded. Brody almost lost control of the car when he looked over and saw her small frame in his coat and how her necklace hung around her neck. Then when he saw those eyes and her killer smile. "Sorry, lots of water still on the road."
That's when Brody realized how hard he'd gotten from watching her. {Christ, Anderson, you barely saw anything.} And it was getting so hot in the car, too, which didn't help him any. "Are you warm enough, yet?" When she nodded, yes, he quickly turned off the heat and tried to coax his cock to calm down.
"Thank you, Mr. Anderson. Summers aren't this cold in Florida. That's where I'm from and I'm kind of wishing I was there right now." She giggled and smiled at him.
{Jesus fucking Christ. She's got the face of an angel and the giggle to boot. Shit.}
When they got to the house and pulled into the garage, Brody watched her trying to put her shoes back on. "It's okay Claudia. We allow bare feet inside." He came to the passenger side and opened her door. Brody suddenly wished he'd not given her his coat because when she stepped out of the huge SUV, her tanned legs were the first thing he noticed. They were slender and well muscled, like a dancer's. And he got a quick peek at those lovely white panties once more. {Jesus, God Almighty. Hurry up child and get away from me, please.}
She got to the kitchen door and looked at him. "Mr. Anderson?" {He is so good looking. Wow.}
And he was. Brody Anderson was thirty eight and six-one with a slim, muscular body. He had dark brown hair and striking green eyes. Any woman in her right mind would want him. Especially with his infectious laugh and smooth as silk voice. He wore clothes like a model and acted like a kid. But when he was drawing, he was so intense. To watch him at his finest was awe-inspiring as his long fingers gripped his pencils and pens to get the images out of his head and onto the page.
Claudia opened the door, "Uh, Mr. Anderson. Are you coming?"
{Almost} Brody smiled and said, "I'll just get your bags." He took them and walked, with pained steps, inside the house. Luckily it was dark in the kitchen. "Your room is right over here." He led her to her small room and handed the bags to her. "I suppose you're pretty worn out, so I'll just say good night. Sleep well, Claudia." He smiled and then dashed away.
Claudia smiled and quickly said, "Thank you and goodnight, Mr. Anderson," as he walked away. She muttered to herself, "Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." {Oh, well, suppose that granola bar will tide me over until tomorrow.} She sighed as she closed the door. "I think I'm going to love this summer!" She giddily went to bed.
She thought of how warm his coat had been, how he carried her, and his strong heart beat. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs. Hiding under the covers, as though someone might see, she slid her fingers between the soft folds of skin in the one area of her body that she'd been told over and over to avoid and felt how hot and wet she was.
Claudia smiled but then felt terribly guilty. She cried to herself and recalled Sister Margaret Mary's words when she and Susan were caught touching one another when they were sophomores. Susan ran away before the Sister could see who she was. But she clutched Claudia's arm and squeezed it so hard, she was bruised. "Claudia Fitzpatrick, that's not what good girls do. It isn't right. It isn't natural."
And when she had to sit in front of Father Elias as he went on and on about 'sins of the flesh' she thought she was going to die. Those words and the shame she felt had haunted Claudia for two years and even though she was done with Holy Cross, it still had a mighty grip on her. She forced herself to resist the temptation and finally fell into a restless sleep.
As for Brody, he made it to the hall bathroom before he had to stop. He stepped inside, locked the door and unzipped his pants. With the pressure of the material gone, it wasn't quite so bad. But his cock was screaming at him to help it feel better. Brody took his hand and placed in on his swollen shaft. He stroked it gently at first.
Then as the tension grew, he wrapped his hand around it and pumped up and down with great speed. He gritted his teeth and tried not to make any noise. This particular bathroom was close to her room. He didn't want Claudia to hear him so he gritted his teeth and held in all the moans he wanted to make. Finally, he felt the familiar tingle and leaned against the wall as he feverishly worked himself until the orgasm came.
Brody gritted his teeth to keep quiet and felt his warm juices flowing across his hand and sighed in relief. He stood there leaning against the wall breathing deeply. After washing his hands, Brody looked into the mirror and said, "Goddamn, Brody, you've got to control yourself or this is going to be one bad summer." He sighed and went to bed.
