All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
Part 2: Desire Grows
As the weeks went on, I became more obsessed with Lizzie. I made sure I went to all of her soccer games to take in each moment of her performing on the field in her uniform. I picked her up after her practices just to have her body, glistening from two hours of working out, close to me in my car. I would pretend to need a toiletry item like deodorant in our shared bathroom while she was showering to take a passing glance at her perfect form through the steamed glass of the shower.
She seemed to enjoy the extra time we were spending together too. We would often watch TV together on weekends or weekday evenings. She would typically sit at one side of the sectional, and I would be at the other end. But recently, she would sit right next to me as we channel surfed. She would sit "Indian Style" in her short shorts and allow her lower thighs and knees to touch my legs occasionally. Sometimes, she would sit so close that our legs would touch the whole time. I typically would have a blanket over my groin to conceal my arousal. As far as I knew, she never noticed the expanding bulge in my pants.
Late one night after our folks went to bed we were watching an episode of "Friends." The volume was low--too low for Lizzie to hear. The remote was sitting next to me on sectional but instead of asking me for it, she stretched her legs over me and straddled me as she grabbed the remote herself. Her groin settled slowly down on top of mine. I could smell her sweet aroma. I glanced down and saw her cleavage through the V-neck of her Jersey knit shirt. She was not wearing a bra. She paused there for a moment, took the remote, and sat back next to me.
"Hey, what would you think of a 'Friends' episode where Ross and Monica hook up?" she asked.
"Ummm....I'm not sure. I don't think the network would go for that since they are siblings," I replied.
"Yeah, but they're young and good looking. I think it'd be hot--Ross totally railing Monica."
With that, she bounded off the couch while wishing me good night. I was simultaneously confused and excited by her statement to me. Was this her way of saying that she wanted me too? Was she attracted to me? I was just under six feet tall with light brown hair and blue eyes. I was also a three sport athlete in high school and kept up with a rigorous schedule at the gym in college. Maybe I was over thinking the situation? I truly didn't know which end was up anymore.
As fall came to a close and winter rolled in, things stayed pretty much the same. I would pick up Lizzie from cheerleading practice when I wasn't in class and went to the first basketball games of the season. I found myself volunteering to do laundry so that I could intoxicate myself with her scent from her clothing before starting the washing machine. I was completely obsessed.
During winter break, our family takes a ski trip with 3 other families that we grew up with. We look forward to it all year. It's 4 days of skiing hanging out with old friends that we see but once a year. We always rented a giant chalet with 10 bedrooms, 3 floors, and direct access to the ski lift that would rocket us to the summit of the mountain. What made it even better was the large jacuzzi style tub that was on the deck of the home. It looked out onto the beautiful mountain range that was our home for a few days. Plus a warm soak each night soothed muscles that were sore from hours of mogul skiing.
Each night after dinner, many of us would soak in the tub for hours, recapping the day's skiing highlights. The first night, Lizzie sat on the other side of the hot tub with the other girls. On the second night, she sat next to me. She was wearing a white string bikini that was a perfect contrast for her golden brown skin. I could see all the boys gawking at her as she slowly sunk into the hot tub and sat next to me.
She kept talking with the girls on the other side while sitting next to me. Initially, our bodies did not touch, but as she continued to chat with her friends she gradually slid closer to me to the point that our thighs lightly grazed each other in the swirling water. Each time our thighs glanced past each other, my cock would twitch. As the evening progressed, Lizzie settled in so close that our thighs were right up against each other. I was in absolute heaven. I pretended to doze in the warm water with my eyes closed, ignoring the senseless conversations of the other guys and just enjoying every moment of skin to skin contact with Lizzie.
