Chapter 5 - Avett

Avett

“Cannonball!” Adrian announced and flung himself into the deep end. The little guy weighed next to nothing, so the ensuing splash wasn’t exactly impressive, but that didn’t stop me from giving him a polite round of applause when he resurfaced, shaking fat drops of water from his hair. “Thank you,” he said sweetly, and took off in a clumsy dog paddle.

It was an abnormally warm day, but the heated pool was still warmer than the outside air. I relaxed against the wall, kneeling up to my neck in the shallow end. Watching Adrian splash happily around, I couldn’t help but think that my plan was going swimmingly. Over the course of the week, I had so successfully poisoned his little mind with dirty possibilities that he had become even more obsessed with the fantasy than I was. And it was Saturday at last, meaning the time had finally come to turn our fantasy into a reality. Or at least try to.

I wanted this more than anything. It had been far too long since we’d seen her. Once or twice a week at school simply would not cut it. If I could have my way, she’d already be moving in with us and joining our little family so that I’d never have to miss her again.

I kicked off the wall and glided through the water towards Adrian. I was a stronger swimmer, so it wasn’t hard to catch him. I grabbed him by the ankle and dragged his flailing body into mine. “Hey!” He protested.

“Oh, shush.” I deposited him against the edge of the pool, my arms on either side of him. He looked at me inquisitively.

“Do you know what today is?” I asked, brushing damp locks away from his face.

“Duh.” He smirked.

“What do you think he’ll say?”

Adrian glanced nervously towards the house. “Relax,” I said, cupping his face to turn it back to mine. “He’s busy.”

“He’ll say yes,” Adrian said, trying to convince himself more than me.

“That’s right,” I purred, hoping to egg him on with my praise. I didn’t want him getting cold feet now. I leaned close. “Sir’s going to bring her home, I promise. He’s gonna take such good care of her, you know that. And...” I lowered my voice, leaning closer still. “He’s gonna let us play with her.” Adrian shivered.

His eyes fluttered shut in a moment of bliss. “God, I hope she wears that skirt again.”

I laughed. “You liked that, didn’t you?” He’s such a thigh guy. That strip of exposed skin, between where the high sock ends and the short skirt begins? His kryptonite. All through high school, at least. Mine was always what was under the skirt. Put a wet pussy in front of me, and I couldn’t care less about what the rest of the body looked like. I guess neither of us really got the chance to properly play with a woman, given that we met Sir so soon out of high school. But, if all went according to plan, that was about to change.

“Ugh, I can’t believe she’s a virgin,” I sighed, tilting my head back to bathe my face in the warm sun, thanking the heavens for handing us someone so perfect. Her perception of sex had never been tainted at the grubby hands of some inexperienced boy; the only sex she’d ever know would be paradise: the absolute bliss only Sir could bestow.

“Oh,” Adrian giggled, remembering something. “Can I tell you a secret?”

I looked at him. “What?”

He swirled the water between us with his hands, suddenly bashful. “You know how I gave Lily my shirt?” I nodded. “Well, I may have left her a note in the pocket.”

“You did? What did it say?”

He blushed. “It said, ‘We know you’re a virgin.’”

I gasped. “You didn’t! You naughty, naughty boy!” I scolded, pushing away from the pool’s edge to splash him with a huge spray of water.

“Hey!” He held up his skinny arms in defense.

“You’re a goddamn genius, Adey.” I sighed, shook my head. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

He shrugged and flashed a mischievous grin. Clearly, I’ve been a fantastic influence on him. That note must’ve had Lily hot and bothered all week long. “Do you think she kept it?” Adrian asked.

“Of course she kept it, dummy. She’s practically in love with you.”

“Really?”

I rolled my eyes. “She practically cums every time you look at her. She probably masturbates with your note tucked inside her panties.”

“GROSS!” Adrian wailed, flailing his arms to frantically swim away. His face was beet red, though. He loved that idea.

We chased each other around the pool having a splash fight for a while until all of the roughhousing wore us out and we flipped to float on our backs instead, watching a couple of fluffy clouds meander their way across the sky. Eventually I heard the screen door slide open and turned to look. Sir was always a sight for sore eyes, but especially so on the weekends. He wore lounge pants and an unbuttoned linen shirt, his skin looking sun kissed as if he’d just been on vacation. Yum.

Adrian came up behind me and latched his arms around my shoulders, also taking in the view as Sir crossed the patio holding his beach towel and a whiskey glass rattling with a single ice cube. With Adrian on my back, I glided to the pool’s edge and gazed up at Sir.

“Can we have alcohol, too?” I asked. Sir was pretty strict about our diets and rarely allowed us to have unhealthy stuff like junk food or booze, but the latter sounded lovely right about now. He lowered his dark prescription sunglasses to narrow his eyes at me. Adrian and I both grinned sweetly, blinking up at him like a couple of cherubs.

He sighed. “Pour it yourselves,” he said, shook his towel once, and spread it on a lounge chair. He kicked off his sandals and sat down.

Delighted, we clambered out of the pool, tripping over each other in our dash towards the house. “Boys,” he warned, with a pointed glance at the puddles of water we were dripping all over the patio. Sheepishly, we paused to dry off, before rushing inside with our damp towels around our shoulders.

Whiskey was gross, so we made ourselves margaritas instead. I shook the ingredients in Sir’s fancy cocktail shaker, feeling like a real mixologist, while Adrian salted the rims of our glasses. Then we both snuck a shot of tequila straight from the bottle, gagging and shivering as the silky syrup slipped down our throats. “Let me do the talking,” I whispered, carefully placing the bottle back in the liquor cabinet. Adrian nodded curtly, like, duh.

Drinks in hand, we returned to the backyard. Adrian plopped down by the foot of Sir’s lounge chair, resting his chin on the fabric near his bare toes. He had a thing for Sir’s feet. There were plenty of chairs around, but I didn’t want Adrian to be the only one sitting on the ground, so I knelt next to him at Sir’s side.