Creep.
Chapter 1. The time I discover I am a creep.
July 2006
It's a beautiful day. Too beautiful, really. I stretch and groan under the pounding heat of the Arizona sun. Then I lurch to my feet and drag my reclining chair into the shade of a bright yellow umbrella, right up against the azalea bushes, where it feels slightly cooler. I'm not used to the heat, and in spite of having covered my pale skin with sun screen, and having imbibed a few beers too many, I don't think I should stay outdoors much longer.
I feel good though, with the beer humming through my body, the heat making me lazy and relaxed, and just knowing that I have another week of vacation ahead of me before I have to go back to Chicago and my summer job and daddy's firm. I look around the pool area for Jazz, and I find him sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs in the bright blue water, laughing with some girls. Trust Jazz to find the prettiest girls at the pool party.
This is Jasper's home town, and he has invited me over for a week, to experience Phoenix and the South-west for the first time. We have spent some time driving around, looking at the national parks, tramping through the stifling heat of the desert, rock climbing, and boating on the river, and now we're meeting up with friends of his at this afternoon pool party in Scottsdale that will turn into a barbecue and maybe some dancing and debauchery later.
There are quite a number of people here, of mixed ages and in mixed states of undress. Most seem to be our age, in their early twenties, college kids like us, home for the summer and eager to catch up and swap stories of their conquests and achievements with one another. Some are younger, high school kids maybe, and then some moms and dads, neighbours in their forties, hanging out in the shade on the lawn under the big trees.
There is beer in coolers, and a bar in the house, and judging by the level of laughter and how the noise keeps rising, I'm betting I'm not the only one who has had a few too many. But I'm good, enjoying my buzz, relaxing and letting my eyes idly wander over the expanse of exposed, sunburned flesh spread out before me.
Tanya, a pretty redhead who seemed really into me earlier when we met, took off to go home and get some stuff for the barbecue, but promised me she would see me later. I vaguely contemplate the chances of me getting laid tonight. It's been quite a while, and I liked the way Tanya smirked at me, her full lips and almond-shaped eyes clearly suggestive of the fact that she liked what she saw when she looked me over.
I stretch again, feeling a bit stiff in more ways than one, and adjust myself in my damp swimming trunks, pulling on the towel at my feet to partly cover myself up. That is when I first notice the girl. She is over in the pool, together with a bunch of other girls, giggling at something Jasper just said.
There are several blondes, but this one has dark hair, which is wet and spills across her shoulders when she pulls it back from her face. She has dark eyes, and the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, positively angelic, as she beams in Jasper's direction, which makes me inexplicably jealous. She turns around and swims over to the shallow side and I watch her intently as she walks up the steps with a slight wobble, as if she has a hard time keeping her balance.
She is fairly tall and slim, but with some nice curves in all the right places, and I particularly appreciate the way her dark blue bikini bottoms hug her ass, which they only barely manage to cover. They are of the tie with a bow on the hip variety, which always has my fingers itching to untie the bow just to see the flimsy thing drop to the ground.
I watch as she walks over to the trampoline, and giggling and frowning at the same time, she manages to climb the ladder and balance out. Her skin is strangely pale for a native of Arizona, and I wonder if she is a summer guest like myself. I admire the graceful sweep of her arms above her head as she prepares to dive into the pool, and how her pert, small breasts are outlined by her movement.
Now I am uncomfortably hard, and angling my knees under cover of my towel, I furtively stroke myself, after taking a swift look around to make sure no one's nearby and no one is looking in my direction. It's as if I am in a little bubble of my own over here in the shade by the flowering plants, everyone else is too caught up in themselves, conversation, or a drunken stupor to pay me any mind.
My mind is feeling foggy, and I don't know if it's the beer, the heat, or plain lust, but my eyes are fixed on every movement the dark beauty makes, and almost involuntarily I let my hand slip inside my swim trunks, gripping my hard length, making a few tentative sweeps, shuddering at the effect it has on me.
With a warning shout she dives into the water and almost topples before she breaks the surface, to the surprised shouts and laughter of her friends in the pool. When she re-surfaces her face is red, and for a minute I'm distracted by the thought that she may have hurt herself, until I realize that she is embarrassed because her bikini top has come undone, and she is frantically trying to adjust it under the water.
This has me immediately slipping into a fantasy where we are alone in the pool, and where I am relieving her of her bikini before slipping into her heat, all the while surrounded by the cool water. I feel my thumb making circles over the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum to lubricate my hand and I have a hard time stifling a moan as I discreetly speed up my movements, imagining what it would feel like to have her riding my cock, half in, half out of the water, watching those perfect, small tits bounce before my eyes as her head lolled back in ecstasy and…oh fuck! I come undone with a sharp pleasure that is bordering on pain, piercing my loins and shooting up my spine and into my legs in a hot wave, and I can't help lolling back and letting my eyes roll up into my head behind my sunglasses.
It takes me a few minutes to compose myself, and discreetly fish a paper napkin from the drinks table beside me to take care of some of the mess in my trunks. I keep watching my dark-haired beauty interacting with her friends, looking a mixture of shy and bold as she alternates between hanging back and biting her lip, and moving forward and interjecting some comments into the bantering conversation they have going on with Jazz.
She is more than pretty, she is beautiful and sexy, and I curse the fact that I only laid eyes on her now. Will there be time enough to get acquainted tonight? Time enough to make an impression before I have to leave on Sunday? I decide to take a quick bathroom break before making my first move and have Jasper introduce us, before she is too smitten by his drawling conversation and tales of his rock band.
As I move into the comparative darkness of the house I pass a few people with the quick smiles you bestow on those you have just met and already forgotten the names of, before ducking into a white-tiled haven, where I take the time to freshen up and look myself over. A slight pink tinges my skin, but I still think I look good, tall, a bit lanky, but with nice muscle tone and broad shoulders.
I smirk at my image and by reflex draw my hands through my damp hair, which persists in staying on end as ususal, the red-bronze tinged a dark brown by the water, and my green eyes intense in my newly sunburned face. Yeah, I usually don't have too much trouble catching the attention of the ladies, this shouldn't be too hard, unless she is really into football players, because then I don't have a chance.
As I exit the bathroom and cross the living room I am held up by a woman in her thirties, dressed in a long flowery sundress, with slightly frazzled honeybrown hair and bright blue eyes set off by happy wrinkles. "You're Edward, right? Jasper's friend from college? Nice to meet you, I'm Renée, a friend of the family. We live in the neighbourhood, and we just had to stop by to say hello to Jasper. They throw the most marvelous parties – don't you just love what the Whitlock's have done with the property? You would never guess this was scorching Arizona to look at the garden, would you?"
She is rambling on, and I am smiling politely, and trying not to look over at the pool. But she is leading me out now, by the elbow, asking me if I have met everyone. We stop briefly to chat at a lady and her husband who are also friends of the family, and then Renée introduces me to her husband, Phil, a pleasant younger guy with a deep tan, dressed in a shirt and khakis and with a baseball cap drawn down over short cropped blonde hair who turns out to be a minor league baseball player, and we talk baseball season for a couple of minutes while I am itching to move over to the girls by the pool.
As if she could read my mind, Renée starts pulling me over to the pool area and lands us right where I want to be: in front of the girls giggling in and around the pool. The dark-haired beauty is splashing her hands on the surface of the blue water, smiling at something Jasper just said, and a short girl with spiky dark hair is jumping up and down, squealing and clapping her hands in exaggerated appreciation of his joke. I huff silently. Damned Jasper, always the ladies' man.
"Hello Jasper! I found your friend Edward whom we've all heard so much about. Edward, have you met all the young people?" Renée is exuberant and has a friendly hand on my shoulder, gesticulating towards the gang with her free hand.
Everyone's attention is now on me, and I smile, hooking my gaze on the pretty girl I really want to get to know. Her eyes meet mine, and I see that delicious blush creeping all over her face and fanning out over her neck and the top of her breasts. Lovely, chocolate brown eyes, eyes to drown in. Oh, baby, I could do a thing or two to make you blush like that…
"This is Irina and Kate", Renée continues, pointing to the two blonde girls sitting beside Jasper on the edge of the pool. They are both good looking girls, Irina with her hair in tiny braids all over her head, high cheekbones, wearing a striped black and white tankini and boy shorts that show off her cleavage and her long legs, while Kate is leaner, with short hair and a beautiful smile, wearing a light blue one-piece with some interesting holes in strategic places.
"I'm sure you've heard about Alice", and now the short girl bounces up and down, giving me a small wave and a dazzling smile, and I remember that Jasper has talked about her – they have some kind of "it's complicated" relationship going on since some time back – "and that's my daughter, Bella."
I can't help smirking at the fact that the most beautiful girl here today is called "beautiful", and I turn to Renée hoping to get in her good graces, since this can't hurt my chances with her daughter.
"Really, Renée, I have a hard time believing that someone as young as you has a grown-up daughter, but I can see where she gets her good looks." Renée blushes briefly, and my smile grows wider when I see this small family resemblance. Renée is pretty, but she is nothing like Bella, and frankly I wonder just how young a mother she was, trying to do the math in my head, when Renée breaks my thoughts.
"Well, I've been telling Bella that although I love her dearly, I really wouldn't recommend anyone getting married and having kids as young as I and Charlie, Bella's dad, did. But I have no worries so far, Bella isn't even dating yet, and she is a very serious young lady, much more level headed than her scatterbrained mother, right darling?"
I knit my brow, turning my attention back to Bella.
"I find it hard to believe that a girl as pretty as you, Bella, isn't dating yet. What's wrong with all the boys in Phoenix, Jasper?"
Jasper guffaws and Alice giggles, while Bella turns a crimson red, visibly squirming and unsuccessfully trying to hide by sinking down deeper into the water.
She speaks for the first time, and her voice is low and melodious, deeper than I expected.
"My mom says I can't go on a date until I'm fifteen, but anyway, I don't really think it's going to happen anytime soon. All the boys in school are pretty immature: I'm not interested in them and they're not interested in me. So quit worrying, mom, alright?"
With an exasperated look at her mother she pushes off and swims with a firm backstroke towards the other end of the pool, showing off her long slender legs.
I am dumbfounded, paralyzed. This girl, this beautiful, sexy girl, is…a child! Fourteen fucking years old! Suddenly I feel nauseous and dizzy, and the sun feels as if it's physically beating down on my head. I'm breaking out in a cold sweat all over. I'm a total creep, a fucking pedo!
Through the haze of my rioting body and mind I suddenly see Jasper furrowing his brow, peering up at me in the sun's glare.
"Hey, Edward, are you alright? You look kind of green?" The girls are making concerned noises, Renée is gripping my upper arm firmly and she seems to think I look as if I'm about to keel over. Maybe I am.
"It's…it's the sun", I manage to stutter out. "I think I need to get out of the sun and drink some water..excuse me, will you?"
I turn about abruptly and hurry towards the house, impatient to be out of sight, somewhere I can quietly puke my guts out.
I head up to my guest room and slam the door shut behind me, sliding down to the floor when my legs give out under me. I feel as if I am covered in slime. I feel humiliated. Wanking off to fantasies of impaling an underage girl in a pool! It's disgusting. I have to get out of here. I can't face those people again, can't face her, knowing what I know about myself, while they are completely oblivious. Suddenly, a surge of determination gets me on my feet, thrashing through my clothes for some clean khakis and a t-shirt. Keys, phone, wallet, shoes and I am ready to go.
I hesitate at the top of the stairs for a minute, staking out the hall, listening for voices and movement. Everyone seems to be outside in the sun right now, and I creep downstairs, quietly opening the front door, crossing the porch and the big lawn at the speed of light, hit again by the hot wall of air that is a summer afternoon in Phoenix. As I am heading down the street, planning to pull out my phone and call a cab as soon as I am out of range of the house, I hear the sound of a car door closing, and ahead of me a familiar shape materializes on the sidewalk.
"Hey, Edward! Where are you going? I thought you were staying for the barbecue? I have all kinds of goodies in the trunk of my car you know?"
It's Tanya, tall, tanned and spectacular in an orange sundress that brings out reddish sparkles in her long, silky hair. She smirks suggestively at me, and I draw a deep breath, feeling as if suddenly the world is turning around on its axis again. This is a beautiful, mature woman, making eyes at me, and I am attracted to her. This is..normal. This, I can do. I smile my best, lopsided smile at her and raise my eyebrows.
"I just felt I needed to get out of the house for a while – it's kind of..crowded. How about if we go off somewhere, just you and me, and have a barbecue all on our own? How does that sound?"
Tanya hesitates only for the briefest of moments, and I can almost see the wheels turning in her head, the afternoon and evening planned out in front of us. Oh, yes, she wants it too, I can tell. Then she smiles her full-on hundred watt smile at me, teeth flashing in an almost predatory way, and gestures towards the car.
"Actually, that sounds perfect. Get in the car, Edward, I know just the place we can go to. And we can stop to pick up some drinks and stuff on the way."
I sigh inwardly as I slide into the passenger seat of her sleek single girl-car. Yes, this is something I know I can do. I am going to get so drunk, and fuck this afternoon right out of my system with this beautiful girl who wants me in an all-adult way. I will never think of this day again. Ever.