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Before I hung up, I got directions to his house. Chloe and I smiled at each other and then rushed to get ready. Chloe always came over to my house, so she had a swimsuit and other things there. She put on her bikini under her clothes, but since I wasn’t comfortable wearing a swimsuit, I decided to wear my own when I got to Peter’s house.
We both got dressed in under thirty minutes and after I told my parents I would be home before my curfew, Chloe and I were on our way.
We were there in 10 minutes because Peter lived nearby and in the same neighborhood as I did. We got out of Chloe’s car and headed to the door. Before we could knock or ring the doorbell, Peter opened the door and stood there in blue and green swim trunks.
“Ava,” he murmured, pulling me into an embrace, “You came.”
I shook my head, yes, surprised by how kind he was. He stepped back and saw Chloe standing next to me.
“Hey, glad you could make it,” he replied to her with a nod of his head, not as excited as he had been when he first saw me. I could tell Chloe had noticed, too, since she was giving me a sneaky look.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said as he opened the door wide for Chloe and me to walk in. We were in a fancy foyer, and I could hear music, yelling, and water splashing in the rear.
He responded, “This way, ladies,” and led us closer to the music until we were standing in front of glass sliding doors that opened out to a gigantic pool. He peered at Chloe’s beach shorts and vest and then at my long pants and long-sleeved top.
“I can take off my vest out there; I’m already wearing my bikini,” Chloe replied.
“I need a room to change,” I responded, opting to wear my bikini after all.
“Follow me,” he urged to Chloe. “You can go out.”
I did what he requested and went up the stairs with him. He unlocked the first door on the left, which led to a bedroom.
“Go ahead; I’ll wait for you outside,” he said.
I immediately changed into a white bikini with pink polka dots and a pair of boy shorts that came just below my knees. I also donned a pink vest with thin straps. I came out and locked the door.
“Let’s go,” I said.
He glanced at me and said, “You can’t go down there like that.” You’re not going for a run around the block; there’s a pool party down there. “Take off those pants and vest.”
I stared down at the ground. I didn’t mind taking it off, but I just couldn’t feel comfortable revealing that much skin.
“I can’t,” I responded quietly.
“Yes, you can.” I told you that it doesn’t matter what other people think of you; what matters is what you think of yourself. “he asked.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Hey, go back in there and take them off and come back out,” he said.
I don’t know what I was thinking, but instead of going into the room, I started to take off my clothes right in front of him. I could feel his eyes on me as I took off my shorts and then my vest. When I was done, I stood straight as his eyes roamed over me. After a while, I couldn’t take his wondering eyes anymore and put my hands over me to cover myself.
“Move them,” he murmured as he got closer to me. I moved my hands, and he started to look me over again. He got even closer, and I could feel his body heat coming off of him. He bent down and muttered in my ear,
“Don’t cover yourself up. You may not be flawless, but it’s your flaws that I find so beautiful. I wouldn’t want you to be any other way. “Come on, let’s go,” he urged.
I could feel my cheeks becoming hot. He may not realize it, but what he said made me feel incredibly wonderful. I let him take my hand and walk me down the steps till we were back in front of the glass sliding door.
He paused just before we could proceed to the party and said, “Are you ready?” “
“Sure, let’s have some fun,” I said.
When we walked in, I saw Chloe talking to two guys on the other side of the pool. She was a social butterfly by nature. She looked up and saw compliments on my outfit. I never wore my bikini without my usual vest and shorts.
“Come on, let’s go to where Tyler is,” he urged.
We moved over till I spotted Tyler’s blonde head dancing to the song Black and Yellow by Wiz Khalifa. He turned around when he heard us.
“Hey, Ava!” “Now I know where my boy went,” he yelled.
I chuckled and stood next to Peter as he talked. I thought about walking over to Chloe, but I didn’t want to interrupt her discussion, and I wasn’t ready to leave Peter’s side yet.
I didn’t realize Peter had stopped talking until he softly leaned on me.
“Do you want to go swimming? “he asked.
“No,” I answered.
He gave me a sneaky glance and asked, “Are you sure about that?” “
I shook my head yes, but I wasn’t quite ready to get in the water since it seemed like it was going to be frigid.
Peter picked me up off the ground like I was nothing and jumped into the water with me. The water was a little cold, and I felt myself being pulled up. I was in Peter’s arms and against his chest. I was a little upset about being thrown into the water, but I couldn’t help but like where I was.
“Geez, why do you have to be so annoying? “I muttered, pulling away from him and doing my best to seem angry.
He chuckled and grinned down at me and said, “I brought you here to have fun, not to sit on the sidelines.” A man needs to do what a man has to do.
I stood in the water with my arms crossed, but when he kept smiling down at me, my scowl eventually changed into a grin.
Before he could put his hands up to protect himself, I buried both of my hands deep into the water and pulled them back up with a lot of power, which sent the water directly into Peter’s face.
“Come here,” he urged, chuckling. He wasn’t at all offended by what I had just done.
I swam away to get away from him, but he came up with me a minute later. We were outdoors embroiled in a major water fight, forgetting about everyone else. After about forty-five minutes of playing in the pool, I started to feel thirsty.
“Hey, can I have a drink?” “Yes,” I said.
“Sure,” he responded as he swam to the edge of the pool and got out. He bent down and helped me get out of the water.
We went back through the sliding door, and I followed him into a kitchen that looked quite modern.
“Water?” he said.
He opened the door and retrieved a bottle of water when I shook my head yes.
“Are you having a good time?” “he said.
“Yes, but please don’t ever throw me in the water again,” I said, laughing and moving closer to him. I slapped him on the chest, which was bare. He looked down at my hands on him and then back at me. He started to walk towards me until my back hit the kitchen counter, which I hadn’t even noticed was there before.
He put the bottle down and put his hands on either side of me, trapping me. He kept staring at me, and then he dropped his head, and I felt a jolt as his soft lips met mine. At first, I didn’t know what to do, but then I leaned into the kiss and kissed him back.
He moved one hand from my side to my cheek and tilted my head so he could kiss me more deeply. As he made the kiss softer but a little more forceful, my heart raced. I lost myself and threw both of my hands around his neck and pushed them into his hair, trying to get closer to him than I had ever been to anyone else.
I don’t know how it occurred, but I was kissing Peter in his kitchen, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I had never been kissed so deeply before. Peter kissed me like he was thirsty, and I was his first taste of water in years. He kissed me one final time tenderly on the lips before pulling away. He whispered with eyes that seemed a little hazy,
“Wow, I’d say I’m sorry for that, but I really, really liked it.”
He put his hands on each side of me on the kitchen counter again. I was embarrassed not just because of what he said but also because he was so near to me. I thought about the kiss and realized that I liked it too, so I decided to say it.
“I liked it too; I really liked it,” I added.