Page 10 of Beneath the Secrets
It takes all my strength to swallow the beer and not spray it over Ava’s beautiful face. Ava has always been attractive, in a librarian, geeky type of way; but like a bottle of fine wine, she keeps getting better with age. The last time I saw her, she had a crazy mess of ringlet curls on the top of her head and was wearing the most hideous pair of baggy jeans and a bulky sweater that covered every inch of her skin.
But today, she is captivatingly beautiful. Not just in her clothes, but her skin as well.
Her hair is cut to sit just below her shoulders in a wispy curl design that frames her face perfectly. She has finally grown into her dark eyes that always seemed too large for the small features of her face, and the years of her wearing braces has paid off with her now bearing a perfect smile. Her allure is so impressive, she made me forget I was standing in front of her stark naked. If that wasn’t bad enough, I also had a raging hard-on like a thirteen-year-old boy who can’t control his cock.
One rake of her body and I was straight back to the sixteen-year-old boy she tackled to the ground years ago. That day was the first time I realized Ava was more inexperienced sexually than most teenage girls her age. I’m not saying the girls at my high school were easy, but they had no hesitations in hooking up under the bleachers after a football game or at Mt. Louis lookout, where Ava acted like she’d never kissed a guy before. When I bucked my hips against the warmth her panties failed to conceal, her face paled, her eyes widened, and she bolted out of the house without a backward glance, not giving me the reaction I was aiming for.
It was that night I decided inexperienced girls weren’t for me. Virginity snatching is too much of a commitment for any guy to make. It wouldn’t matter if you were the worst lay they ever had, girls remember the guy they gave their virginity too. That’s not a stigma I want attached to my name.He was a great lay. The best sex I’ve ever had. He had the largest cock I’ve ever seen.They are titles I'll happily accept.Virgin snatcher?Nope, not happening.
My focus returns to the present when a hand waves in front of my face. Turning my gaze, I catch the amused eyes of Jorgie glaring at me. After absorbing the expression on my face, she dramatically huffs before strolling to the cupboards under the wall oven. Even with the clanging of the pots and pans rattling through my ears, I hear her murmur, “Probably daydreaming about Vicky’s fake double-D breasts.”
From the grimace that crosses Ava’s face, I assume she also heard Jorgie’s quiet ramblings.
“Vicky and I aren’t dating,” I blurt out, suddenly having the urge to ensure Ava is aware that Vicky and I are not a couple.
“Oh,” Ava murmurs before taking a small swig of her beer, hiding her smile behind the neck of the bottle.
“They aren’t a couple,” Jorgie confirms, reinforcing my statement.
The smile curling Ava’s lips enlarges.
“They just fuck each other,” Jorgie adds on.
My eyes snap to Jorgie at record speed as a splattering cough sounds from Ava’s mouth.
“What?” Jorgie asks, her voice feigning innocence. “It’s true, isn’t it?”
Once Ava regains the ability to breathe through the beer now in her lungs instead of her stomach, she places the bottle on the countertop and moves to stand between Jorgie and me. Wetting a dishcloth in the sink, she uses it to remove the spittle of beer from her bone-colored short-sleeved knit top. My hand scraping along the three-day old stubble on my jaw is the only noise heard when my eyes zoom in on the budded peaks of her nipples straining against her thin shirt.
My nostrils flare and my eyes narrow as an oven mitt smacks me upside my head. My teeth grinding together sounds just above the doorbell ringing when Jorgie silently mouths, “That’s what real boobs look like,” as though I’ve never seen a real pair before. Yes, Vicky now has a large set of fake breasts, but I’ve seen plenty of real ones, including Vicky’s before she had the augmentation done.
My brow cocks when Ava declares, “I’ll get the door.” Her appearance has gone from calm and kicked back, to a woman who looks like the grim reaper is knocking at her door.
With a flash of a smirk, she bolts out of the kitchen. I wait until I hear the clicking of her heels on the tiles in the entranceway before I turn my gaze back to Jorgie.
“What the hell did you do to Ava?”
Jorgie smiles broadly. “That wasn’t me,” she replies, lifting her eyes to me. “That was all Ava’s doing. Don’t act surprised though, Hugo; you’ve always known what she was hiding under those hideous baggy clothes she wore.”
Yeah, I knew. But I preferred being the only guy who did.
When I take a step closer to Jorgie, my stomach grumbles as the smell of marinated chicken filters through my nostrils.
“Is Ava stillinnocent?” I blurt out.
Fuck, that didn’t come out how I’d envisioned.
I know this makes me a chauvinistic ass, but no red-blooded man could run their eyes over Ava’s enticing body and not be interested in finding outexactlywhat she looks like under those teeny tiny shorts. Jorgie’s mouth gapes open, and for the first time in her entire twenty-four years on this planet, she is rendered speechless. The temperature in the room becomes excruciating when she crosses her arms, squeezing them between the minimal space left between her stomach and her chest.
“That’s an extremely personal question, Hugo,” she says, her tone laced with anger.
“I know, why do you think I asked you instead of Ava?” I reply, smirking to hide my grimace.
Jorgie’s eyes narrow into tiny slits, unimpressed by my attempt to defuse the insensitivity of my question with humor.
“Would you prefer I asked Ava?”
Thankfully, even with all the blood from my body rushing to the head of my cock, I was smart enough not to do that.
