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“You’re quiet tonight,” Daryl said after nailing his ninth consecutive jump shot.“Just tired, I guess,” I shrugged, retrieving the bounce from beneath the backboard and passing it back to him. “Keep going; you’re on a roll.”He cocked his wiry frame and smoothly released the ball in a vaulting arc. The net whooshed without moving and I gave a whoop of approval, hoping that would shut him up about my being quiet.“Let’s quit while I’m ahead, huh?” He wiped his blond brow with the hem of his t-shirt. “I could go for some of your Mom’s lemonade.”While we walked home from the outdoor courts he did most of the talking, full of his weekend at the beach and gossip about the crowd he and his cousin hung out with, especially one particular girl who had caught his eye.I stifled a yawn. Daryl had a new crush every season. I was his platonic best bud, his constant confidante. Plus, I truly was tired. It was Sunday night and I hadn’t slept in thirty-six hours.It was impossible to resist a furtive glance at the Weston house as we approached mine, a glance that took in the occupied driveway, then an opened window on the upper floor. Flashbacks of a warm, tanned hand reaching for a zipper, a quietly authoritative voice goading me to touch myself, and a pair of strong arms lifting me from the water momentarily muffled Daryl’s chattiness.”Yona? Come on, let’s go; I’m parched here.” He had climbed the porch stairs and was holding the back door open.The sweet taste of secrecy bubbled in my mouth, and I swallowed hard to keep it from spilling. No way could I tell my hoops companion about what I had done with Mr. Weston in the hidden pool while Daryl was auditioning his own summer romance. Friendship could only go so far. *** I couldn’t tell anyone. Not at work, not my other friends, and certainly no one at home.Mike caught me skinny dipping in his pool last Saturday evening, Arnavutköy escort and he actually joined me. Sheer adrenaline powered me through the week since then. I would wake before the sun rose, work nonstop without tiring and walk without my feet touching the ground, it seemed.He’s every bit as sexy without his clothes as in them. I’ve never seen a man get himself off before and it made me come at least three times that night.Only when I was alone did I indulge in the besotted grin that constantly threatened to sabotage me in the presence of others, and replay all the forbidden things I had seen and heard and felt at the house next door. At night those memories tossed me stripped from the waist down on my bed until exhaustion finally took its toll.The best part? He wants me to come back this weekend. I can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait…Friday seemed to drag on forever, and the unwelcome guest of doubt darkened my mental threshold. What if he changed his mind? Or forgot?At 11:41am Saturday, the neighbor I had seduced texted me with a time to meet him that evening. Overjoyed didn’t begin to describe my reaction, but it was soon tag-teamed with dread.What if he wants to tell me it was all a mistake? *** Mike met me on the veranda when I arrived. I wasn’t sure how to greet him or if I should show any display of affection. Surely a smile would say it all.He looked happier than I remembered seeing him in a long time. My shyness dissolved and I threw my arms about him. He hugged me lightly and led me into the house.“How adventurous do you feel?” he asked, his arm still around my shoulders.Wow. He was cutting straight to the chase this time. I guess we won’t be talking about what we’ve done, after all. We must have talked everything out before it started, and from now on it’s just lustful fun.“Surprise Avcılar escort bayan me,” I gulped, trying to sound casual.“All right then.” We moved past the living area through a door I had only seen closed on my few previous visits.“Nice workout room,” I remarked. So this was how he kept fine form in spite of the desk job. “Oh, you even keep fresh flowers in here; what a classy touch.” I couldn’t resist fondling the colorful blooms that posed regally in their vase. “They’re beautiful.”“For my beautiful company,” he nuzzled into my hair, embracing me from behind.I blushed profusely, tongue tied. The butterflies in my stomach took flight en masse as the warmth of his forearms grazed my bare midriff.“What do you think of the layout?””Very nice,” my voice cracked at last. Most of the gear was as expected. Streamlined, minimalist, functional.Except for one bizarre behemoth in a far corner. “What is this contraption?” I giggled at what looked like a deconstructed chair with a black stack of rectangular weights next to it. “It looks like some medieval interrogation device.”“Leg machine of a more ancient generation. Monstrous, isn’t it? It came with the house; that’s how old it is.” He let me go and gestured toward it with a flourish. “Care to try it? Find out how well all that swimming has developed you?”“Guess so. How does it work?”“Give you a hint. This one works even better once your clothes are off.”Dignified Mr. Weston using an adolescent’s line? It was disorienting. He must have seen the change in my expression, because he qualified, “Only if you’re comfortable with that, of course,” then sat on the bench press as my audience of one.What did you think he was going to ask you to do, spot him while he did a set of squat thrusts? 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I lifted them extended forward onto individual booms outfitted with boxy, thick pads inside the knees. While I tested the slight play in these, he walked behind me.“You’re doing fine. Lean on the backrest; that’s it. Do you see those handles at your hips? Grab onto those, please.”I did. Something blotted out the room’s light and I realized he had tied a scarf over my eyes. My insides swerved like a Ferrari ascending a frozen switchback.I heard the clank of a lever. The booms swung outward and widened my legs as far as they would stretch. A quick, metallic scrape followed. When I tried to push them back together, my knees strained in futility against the padding. I felt utterly exposed. And indecently aroused.“Not quite as strong as you thought you were? You make up for it in flexibility, though,” he observed lightly.The drag of furniture legs over the floor told me that Mike was somewhere between my hyper extended thighs.“You will let me know if you’re uncomfortable, won’t you?”“Yes,” I blinked, lashes whisking against the dark silk.“Not now?”“No, I’m…fine.” I was tingling like crazy and was sure he would be able to tell from the roseate blush over my no longer secret folds.”Do you recognize this?” His murmur sent a thrill to my groin.
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