Home from college for the summer and all alone in my house, I’ve got nothing to do and neither does he. My bully, the one who had made my life a living hell for so many years now trying to be my friend. Trying to get close to me.
Too close to me, staring at my body as the haze of confusion tumbles over me and leaves me wondering just what is going on.
And I made a stupid mistake. Curiosity driving me to try on that bikini and the foggy confusion of the moment leading me to get caught. Caught by my bully, who has an idea of just what to do with this sissy standing in front of him.
He finds himself enthralled by me. He finds that he can’t help but touch me.
I want him to touch me.
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I still wasn’t thinking when I headed outside. Or when I made my way over to the pool. Or when I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it off to one side.
But when Eddie said, “What are you wearing?” everything crashed right straight back down to reality.
The bikini. I was still wearing the bikini.
Oh shit.
I thought quickly, nervous laughter bubbling up in me as I turned to look at Eddie staring back at me with a hard and sure look in his eyes. His eyes were locked onto my chest, running up and down and over me with a piercing gaze that was anything but amused.
“A friend from school dared me to take a picture with this on,” I said, thinking quickly, “It was just a stupid joke.”
I reached up to untie it from me, and as my hands touched the knot Eddie stepped a foot closer to me.
His voice was hard and certain, an order that was firm and sure and shook me to my core.
“Don’t.”
I looked at him, recognizing the same look that he gave to women he was after. I’d seen him look at so many women like that, and never in a million years did I imagine that he would turn that gaze on me.
And never did I imagine that it would evoke these feelings in me.
I wasn’t embarrassed or afraid. I wasn’t uncertain. I was turned on.