Between Lust And Control - S01 E03

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Between Lust And Control - S01 E03

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

Curiosity and Skin

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that towel clinging to her hips, the way she leaned in, the way her voice dipped when she talked about being wanted.

I tried to jerk off and forget about it, but every time I came, it was her face I pictured. Her laugh. Her tits spilling out of that bikini. Her lips wet from lemonade.

It was starting to get to me.

I told myself I wasn't going back that day, that I needed space to clear my head. But by mid-afternoon, the sun beating down and boredom wrapping around me like a blanket, I found myself back at the gate.

Katherine was already out by the pool, stretched out on a lounger in a coral bikini this time -- thinner than the black one. Thinner everywhere. Her sunglasses were on, and she looked like a woman who had zero fucks left to give. Effortless and glowing.

She saw me the second I opened the gate.

"Twice in one week?" she said, smiling. "Must be my lucky summer."

I tried to laugh, but my voice caught. "Just figured I'd take you up on the offer. Nothing like lemonade and bad decisions."

She chuckled. "Well, you're in the right place for both."

I sat beside her, pulling up a chair a few feet from her lounger. She handed me a glass already sweating with condensation -- like she'd poured it expecting me.

We didn't talk for a minute. Just sat, sipping. Her legs were long, crossed at the ankle. Every so often, she shifted, and I caught a flash of the soft skin beneath her bikini bottoms. My dick had a mind of its own at this point, and I adjusted in my shorts more times than I care to admit.

"You okay today?" she asked, turning her head toward me.

"Yeah," I lied.

She let the silence hang, then said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What was your sex life like with your ex?"

The lemonade nearly went down the wrong way.

"I--uh... I mean..." I cleared my throat. "Not very exciting."

"That's honest," she said, smiling softly. "Why not?"

I glanced at her legs, her chest, then back at the sky. "I guess... I didn't really know what I was doing. Neither did she. We were each other's firsts. It was... fine. But nothing like the stuff you see online, you know?"

She nodded slowly. "Porn teaches a lot of bad habits. Shows everything, explains nothing."

That made me laugh. "Exactly."

"And now?" she asked. "You been with anyone since?"

I shook my head. "No. It's been a while. And honestly... it's kinda messed with my head. Feels like everyone else has it figured out except me."

Katherine sat up, her chest rising as she leaned forward, elbows on her knees. Her sunglasses slid down her nose, and she looked right at me.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

My heart was thudding. "Yeah."

"I think a lot of people are pretending. They talk a big game. But most don't really know how to listen. How to feel someone. How to enjoy it."

The way she said that word -- enjoy -- sent a chill through me. Like she meant something more.

I swallowed. "I guess I just... wanna be good at it. I don't wanna be the guy who doesn't know what he's doing."

She smiled, softer this time. "That's the first step to being good. Wanting to be."

Another silence. Longer. Not uncomfortable -- just heavy.

Then, out of nowhere, she stood. "I need help with sunscreen. My back's already turning red."

Before I could speak, she handed me the bottle and turned away, pulling her hair up. The straps of her bikini twisted across her shoulder blades, and her back was all smooth skin, firm curves, and glistening heat.

I froze. My hands shook a little as I unscrewed the cap.

"You good?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Yeah," I said, voice cracked. "Just--yeah."

I squeezed the lotion into my palm and slowly touched her back. Her skin was warm. Soft. I spread it across her shoulders, then lower, feeling every inch under my fingers. My dick pulsed so hard I thought I was going to blow just from touching her.

She let out a soft sigh. "Mmm. You have nice hands."

I didn't trust myself to say anything. I just kept moving -- down to her lower back, just above the swell of her ass. My thumbs brushed the top of her bikini bottoms. She didn't flinch.

When I pulled back, she turned to face me. Her cheeks were a little flushed -- maybe from the sun, maybe not.

"You're sweet, Tommy," she said. "Most guys wouldn't be so careful."

"I... didn't want to cross a line."

She tilted her head. "What if I don't mind you stepping over it?"

That hung in the air between us for a long, silent second.

Then she smiled again -- playful, unreadable -- and slid her sunglasses back up.

"Thanks for the help," she said, lying back down. "You're welcome to stay."

And I did.

Hard the whole damn time.