Chapter 17

Just as I sliced past a school of glittering, multi-colored little fish racing along the bottom of the pool, a splash sounded behind me. After pushing upwards from a large, rounded stone, I broached the surface and faced our picnic site. As I scoured the empty towel and blanket, my eyes widened at a pair of yellow clumps on the swathe of bright green grass. One behind the other, they marked Chanelle’s path just as she surfaced between me and the shore.

“You’re such a damned tease, Hiram!” With a laugh, she flipped onto her back, lifting her full chest skyward before backstroking closer.

“Me?” I gulped at the quick flash of dark between her kicking legs. “You’re the one with her pretty tits showing.”

After rolling her sleek frame to paddle before me, Chanelle skimmed her palms through her hair. The glimmering black strands lay flat against her skull. As rivulets of water cascaded down her reddening cheeks, a nervous chuckle slipped from her full lips.

“You think they’re pretty?” she said while looking at her firm globes, floating just below the surface.

“Oh, come on.” I laughed. After giving her chest a quick peek, my laugh petered away as heat flared up my face. “You can’t tell me you don’t have plenty of guys saying how pretty you are all night long at that club?”

For only a moment, she remained silent as her teeth sank into her lower lip. After a sigh, she paddled once more, bringing her tits closer to the glimmering surface.

“But, they’re”—with a quick swirl, her tongue raced around her lips—”not you, Hiram. I want to—”

“Yes, they’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.” At the abrupt rise in my voice, although her eyes widened, Chanelle stayed near me. “And yes, I’m saying that despite not ... Well, I’ve agreed to your ... I’m never going to force myself on you, Chanelle.”

With a sigh, I moved from her and rolled to dive once more. Thank God the water was frigid because the ache had spread deep across my entire groin. Although the words were easy to speak, every cell in my body wanted to merge with her. To form something special. Something larger than both of us. Instead, I swam further before surfacing.

Stupid, right? Yeah, not gonna lie, part of me thought so as well.

Yet, when I turned, she was in front of me, a beaming smile on her face. Before I could react, her hand shot out to grasp my shaft.

“You’re beautiful too, Hiram.” As Chanelle’s fingers tightened on me, a nervous giggle left her. “Or handsome, I guess. I just ... I want you to know that”—with her fist gliding along my rod, pulling hitching breaths from me, I struggled to hear her over the pounding in my ears—”you’re special to me.”

“Uh, Chanelle—” At a slow twist of her hand, my words became a whimper. Despite the icy waters, I throbbed beneath her stroking fingers—”you don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to, Hiram.” As her tongue flicked around her lips, her palm slid over my knob; the universe blurred. “I don’t want you to be in pain. Just because of me.”

As the idyllic pool wavered around us, my brain whirled. There was another chance I wouldn’t skip. It was Chanelle’s turn to jolt when my hand pressed upwards to cup the warmth between her legs. As her shaking lips parted, her brilliant amber eyes locked on mine.

“I promise,” I said with a gentle squeeze that pulled a groan from her. “You’re safe with me, Chanelle.”

After shifting so I could plant my feet on the smooth-rocked bottom, I tugged her closer. Once she’d glided over my swelling shaft, her legs wrapped around my waist. As her slender fingers slid downwards to grasp my root, she mashed her petals into me. Straddled by their tender heat wrapping my pole, the world tumbled, and my heartbeat raced. With slow motions, she dragged herself back and forth, stroking the top of my rampant cock with her slick, heated flesh.

“God, Hiram. It’s so”—Chanelle gnawed on her lips as a tremor slid through her gently rocking frame—”big. Huge. I don’t think ... I mean if ... I don’t see how you’d fit.”

With a chuckle, I pulled her shaking body tight to mine. As her sharp, rubbery nipples seared deep into my skin, the heated spike of her clit dug at the top of my root. Even as I held her close, her pelvis raced. Between ever shorter and more forceful moans, her breathing sped, then staccato’d.

“There you go.” I forced a taut smile as her warm body flying along my shaft sent spikes of pleasure deep into my core. “Ride me, little Chanelle.”

“Oh, God, Hiram. Mmm. Oh. It’s so ... I’m gonna. Mmm. It’s not like”—with her short, wet hair flailing around her, she stared into my eyes—”Oh. Oh, my...”

“Come for me, Chanelle.”

Until then, I hadn’t thought she could move faster. But as her silken folds flew along the top of my aching shaft, Chanelle’s pelvis accelerated. Her rapid chaotic slapping sent massive rippling waves out across the pool. Just as she shuddered in my grip, her head flew backwards.

Stunning, lithe, warm Chanelle, naked and flying atop my pole, screamed to the sky.

And my smile widened at every forceful clamping of her legs around my waist.

Because magical.

While I struggled to hold her squirming frame, Chanelle’s nails clawed and scraped at my back. When her head dropped, I lurched forward to trap her lips with my mouth. Still, her hips flew back and forth, stroking me. With her blazing amber pools boring into me, our dancing tongues muffled the next screams.

At long last, her shuddering slowed, and Chanelle’s trembling mouth slid from mine to gasp for bubbly air. As her long dark eyelashes fluttered shut, her shaking limbs squeezed me tight.

“Do you hate me, Hiram?” Her voice was so low and ended in a choking sob. “Do you?”

“What?” My eyebrows shot upwards. “No. Why would you think that?”

“It’s just that other guys—”

“I told you. I’m not other guys, Chanelle.”

“You’ve got that other woman, don’t you? The one who pays you to—” Her words disappeared into a series of panting whimpers when a wave of tremors rippled through her.

Which is good, since I had no answer. I mean, no, I hadn’t been starving for sex, that’s for sure. But at that moment, after the silence from Coach, and no panicky phone call that morning, who knew if that was still true?

Besides, all I had was Mrs. Jenkins. And she had Coach. Together, they had a future. As my mind spun, with Chanelle still straddling my painfully engorged mast, their kitchen conversation came back to me. Also, what had passed unspoken between Mrs. Jenkins and me the previous night. As much as Mrs. Jenkins had deeper feelings for me, and I for her, she was married to Coach. Not me.

Despite all those thoughts flashing through my brain in less than a second, Chanelle fell quiet and settled to press her lips into my chest. Although her eyes remained closed, I moved towards the shore. Still splayed out over my shaft, every twitch and glide of her silken cleft sent ripples flaring up my spine.

“I don’t hate you, Chanelle,” I said at last, while lifting her from the water. “I never could hate you.”

As soon as her warm body slipped free of me, my turgid mast flipped upwards to waver between us. When her glittering wide eyes locked onto it, another tremor raced through her water-streaked, toned frame. Despite the afternoon breeze being warm, it chilled my searing flesh as I headed for our blanket. At each small yellow pile, I slowed to retrieve her bikini. Once I arrived at our picnic site, I shoved the fistful of material into her bag.

With a protracted sigh, I collapsed on my back atop my towel and closed my eyes. Every throb of my pulse sent my aching cock twitching in the balmy sunlight. With only a slight whimper, Chanelle lay beside me. After only a short time, her small fingers landed on my shaft. Though my core trembled, I remained silent and still.

“It’s so beautiful, Hiram. I mean, I’ve not seen many. Uh, only my brothers.”

“Really?”

“Really. You’re the first boy I’ve ever ... Well, like this.”

At my snort, she tightened her grip.

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s just that ... You’re a stripper, Chanelle. I figured you’d seen plenty of men.”

There was a long silence, but for bird calls and the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Although they tightened, her fingers remained motionless. At last, she sighed.

“I told you. The other dancers. They do things.” Her voice was—strong. “I don’t, Hiram. I swear. And other boys? I’ve only kissed one guy ... And another boy, back in high school, I let go to second base. Even then, it was only the one time. That’s it.”

“And yet here you are,” I said while forcing my eyes to stay closed so I couldn’t gape at her naked frame.

“And here I am.” With a giggle, she let her fist twist upward once more. “With my beautiful man.”

My?

“Chanelle,” slipped from me in a wavering tone.

My mind whirled. I had to speak. To tell somebody. It was eating me up inside. It might’ve cost me my best chance at happiness, but I had to explain. Even if Chanelle all but knew the truth, I’d never keep secrets from her. And at least I’d make momma proud.

“Yes.”

“I fuck her. That woman. And I’m going to fuck her again. She loves it. She lov—likes me. I think there’s something ... She’s married, but she—”

“Hmm, I saw her eyes, Hiram.” As Chanelle’s fist started a slow stroke up my shaft, a dribble slipped from my tip to puddle on my stomach. “Yes, I know. S—She’s got feelings for you.”

“Her husband pays me.” After a swift gulp, my tongue flicked around my desiccated lips. “Pays me really well.”

The last envelope. The one for the overnight at their home had contained ten crisp one hundred-dollar bills.

“But he doesn’t realize”—at a forceful twist of her hand, a groan pulled from me—”that she loves you, does he?”

What? How did Chanelle...?

“No. No, he doesn’t,” I replied in a low voice.

“Does she know about”—Chanelle’s fingers trembled before tightening—”me?”

“Yes.”

Despite an even longer silence, her hand never slowed, pumping more dribbles onto my heaving stomach.

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