Gurl Next Door by Madison McCall (read the beginning after the end novel .txt) 📗

As we stood there together with the sun beaming down on us Cole was clearly checking me out in my new orange string bikini.  His gaze traveled from top to bottom as he examined me and I could practically feel his eyes as they moved across my body.  Having spent a lot of time as a man in a past life I knew what he was feeling, which was an irresistible hunger that demanded to be extinguished, and like all men powerless to the woman that was causing his momentary dilemma.

I loved the way that he was looking at me as it seemed to satisfy something in my soul, a hunger just like he was experiencing, but on an emotional level instead. As he continued scanning me I knew one thing for sure and that was I didn’t want him to stop.

“Hey, want to go swimming?” I asked.

“I would but I have no trunks.”

“Darn,” I said.

After thinking for a moment, I said, “I’ve got a pair if you would like to borrow them.”

“You do?  How do you have a pair of men’s swim trunks?”

Thinking fast I said, “Just before we moved here my cousin left a pair at our house when he came over to a pool party.”

Okay, I’m a liar.  But, how could I tell him I used to be a man and they were previously mine.  Who would believe that?

He shrugged his eyebrows and looked upward.

“Don’t worry about your boys being where someone else’s have been, they’ve been washed, they’re clean.”

He laughed and said, “Dana, how did you know what I was thinking?”

“Cole, you would not believe the insight that I have into the male mind.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you know I’m a Psychology major right?”

“No, I did not.”

“Anyway, if you’re comfortable with wearing them let’s get you out of those clothes and into some swimwear,” and then we started into the house.

What did I just say?  Let’s get you out of those clothes?  I can’t believe I said that!  I hope he doesn’t think I’m a slut.  Why am I even worried about this?  Do I have something going on, on a subliminal level where I want to get into his panties, or should I say let him get into mine?

I took Cole into my bedroom gave him the trunks and told him to join me by the pool when he was dressed and shut the door.  Returning to the kitchen, I got a beer for myself and went back out by the pool and kicked back in the lounge chair.  As I lay there, I thought about him and how I was growing more and more attracted to him, and was disturbed at the sudden shift in my thinking about sexuality.

Next thing I knew I heard a voice saying, “Well what do you think?” and as I turned around there he stood in the boardshorts I used to wear.  As I checked him out it was clear that he had apparently been working out to some degree and I could not help but notice his pecs.  Like a lot of young guys, he shaved leaving his chest bare which I also found very enticing for some reason, as it was better than the 1970’s porn star look in my opinion.  Older women might disagree with that but then again, I was now a younger woman and not an older one.

“They look great on you,” I said.

“Thanks Dana.”

“Come on, let’s get in the water,” I said.

Holding onto the handrail we walked down the steps of the pool until we reached the bottom where we continued wading into the water, which was slightly cool, until we had submerged ourselves up to our shoulders.  Looking across the water I saw a couple of air mattresses and a beach ball which mom had apparently blown up and placed by the pool, because I sure hadn’t.

“The water feels nice, thanks for suggesting that we go swimming.”

“It’s great isn’t it?” I replied.

As we stood there in the water facing one another I could not help but gaze at him adoringly, as my level of attraction for him was undeniable.  Up to this point it had been growing slowly but now it had reaching the point where it was multiplying by leaps and bounds, whether I liked it or not.  And I liked it!  I wanted him to kiss me more than anything, but I was horrified at the prospect of letting him.  As I stood there thinking about it I began to envision it in my mind, and as I did so my heart began to beat rapidly from the potential excitement, not to mention the fear.  I wanted to get his attention and let him know that I was interested, but how?

I took my hand and splashed water in his face and as I did, he said, “Hey!” and I started laughing.  Then I did it again and a huge smile came across his face from ear to ear, so I splashed him once more and then I started moving across the water quickly.  Heading toward the edge of the pool he was in hot pursuit as I reached the side where I turned around and faced him.  As I stood there waiting on him, he came right up to me and placed himself in front of me.  I bit my lower lip briefly, still standing there smiling at him.  Slowly he moved his head toward me and the next thing I knew his lips were pressing against mine, and as our flesh pressed together all the fears I’d had about kissing him vanished in an instant.

As I opened my mouth, he quickly accepted my invitation and entered, and in no time our tongues were rotating in a frenzy of passion.  He was a spectacular kisser and really knew how to turn a girl on, and I couldn’t get enough of the way he was kissing me as we stood there