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I’m putting away what’s left of my vodka bottle when my cell phone pings on my nightstand. I walk back and grab my phone to see if she’s replied. She did.
Noelle:It was just a little pot and wine. I’m doing okay, thank you for asking. Wish you could’ve stayed longer.
Me:I haven’t told you who I am.
Noelle:You don’t need to, and I can keep a secret. I don’t know how Billie does it because I got turned on just by watching you watching me like that. And I see that misbehaving is what calls most to your attention. Am I right, Caleb?
I snort and shake my head at the screen.
Me:You were being naughty in that pool. You needed supervision.
Noelle:You think?
Me:I know.
Noelle:What are you doing right now?
Me:Talking to you.
Noelle:Petit malin.
Me:I don’t know what that means.
Noelle:Why don’t you come here and I’ll tell you in person?
Me:That is not a good idea.
Noelle:You know you want to come. Why text me then?
This girl.
Me:I wanted to check in to see if you were okay. And I didn’t say I don’t want to go. I just said it’s not a good idea. And probably not the smartest thing to do.
Noelle:Well, I’m very, very dumb. That’s why I graduated a year later.
Me:Petite maline.
Noelle:He understands French, after all.
Me:I do. A little. I’m just terrible at speaking it. And now we’re out of excuses to justify seeing each other tonight. Besides, I’m sure you have company.
Noelle:My parents are in Toulon. Everyone else left. They’re going to a bar or something. I told them I would meet them there, but I’m not in the mood to shower just yet. I might jump back in the pool, so I’ll need supervision. It’s best not to swim alone in this condition, especially with how naughty I can be.
Fuck. I can feel myself getting hard just picturing Noelle in nothing but her tiny orange bikini, blonde wet hair, looking at me with half-parted lips from a distance.
Fuck it.
Me:I agree. It would be ill-advised to swim unsupervised.
Noelle:You know where I live. Don’t bother bringing your bathing suit. I might not be wearing mine by the time you arrive.
Me:Don’t you fucking dare take that bikini off.
Noelle:Ooh. Yes, sir. Does that mean you’re coming?
Me:Depends. Only if you’re a good girl. Can you do that?
Noelle:I’ll be on my best behavior, sir. I’ll keep my bikini on for you to rip it off yourself.
