Chapter 9

Julie sat on the couch with Tim within arms reach. The thing was she really wasn't thinking about Tim or his delicious soft but firm lips right now. She had a blue clad, towering inferno of anger standing before her. He was really pissed off this time, his hands were clenched, his teeth were gritted, his jaw was rock hard and he kept repeating phrases. Yep he was definitely pissed off.

"Seriously Julie, what were you thinking? What were you thinking when you yanked hair out of my fullback's head? "He took a breath, briefly glancing at his wife then back at his daughter "What were you thinking? I cannot believe that a child of mine could be so ... I'm lost for words. Get your ass in your room now."

Julie sighed and got to her feet. She was used to her father's tirades, it may scare the crap out of his team but it never lasted that long. Pity there was so Powder Puff game this week to detract his attention from his anger, football had a way of winning out with him. She looked towards Tim and could see that he was considering saying something. She quickly shook her head to indicate that he should let her wear it. Coach may be angry thinking his daughter had been assaulting his guest but if he'd known that the couch was getting broken in, he wouldn't be contained. This was the better option. Julie walked to her room under the blistering gaze of her father.

At her door she heard her father begin apologising

"I am so sorry Tim. I don't know what got into her. She's never done something wild like that." She had to chuckle as it was true but not necessarily the wild her father was referring to. She didn't wait to hear what Tim was saying; she closed the door and lay on her bed. She closed her eyes and replaying the feeling of Tim's hands on her back, his lips on her neck. She sighed and let the ripple of hunger run through her. This was going to be real interesting.

The next morning Julie woke and she was already tired. The night before she had a lecture from her mom and dad about treating guests with respect and that they were truly disappointed in her choices. They also informed her that Tim would continue to stay with them and she would just have to deal. She would have to keep her strong feelings to herself. This almost made Julie laugh but she didn't want to risk angering her father anymore. She took the lecture and showed appropriate remorse. She even took the punishment of cleaning out the garage with aplomb. Also, as a personal gesture of apology to Tim she would be washing his truck, fun times.

She got out of bed, intent on making her way to the bathroom. She hasn't seen any sign of Tim since she had been sent into seclusion. According to her dad, Tim had been driven to seek the solace of his friends, away from the crazy, irrational and downright wild antics of his teenage lunatic. Julie couldn't help but roll her eyes at that statement. Maybe Tim had changed his mind. He was already worried about being at her house and her dad. Last night confirmed all his concerns. But then again he had said he would comb his hair for her. Tim wasn't someone who would say...what was she thinking? She made out with a man whore and now what?

It was early so she avoided the whole Tim rigmarole and was able to enjoy her blissful shower in peace. She used her strawberry 'fruit salad' body wash again and just let the water wash away all her concerns and frustrations. She had to let it all go and just let happen what was to happen. She reluctantly stepped out of the shower and dried off, swathing the towel around her form. She used another towel to wrap around her hair and head turban style. Would he be there on the other side of the door? She took a deep breath and opened it. He was there, the breath rushed out her, he was in boxers. Tim looked at her without saying anything and he didn't have to. His eyes were equal parts apology, concern and heat. She looked back and smiled. He smiled back and finally spoke quietly, peeking over his shoulder checking for the Coach

"You know Julie I think perhaps we should put the brakes on. Yesterday afternoon was uh unpleasant," she reacted like she had been slapped. He realised his mistake immediately

"No no, I meant with the Coach not with you. With you was" he sighed "nice."

"Nice, it was nice? Are you kidding me? I am going to have to wash your truck for nice!" she retorted getting mighty peeved.

"You have to wash my truck?" he asked incredulously, then his eyes dropped sexily and he lowered his head and whispered into her ear "Can I watch?"

Over it Julie push both hands out and pushed at his chest. Her towel slipped marginally and she gasped. She looked at Tim to see if he had noticed but he was intently gazing at her throat.

"Uh Julie last night was definitely more than nice but we have a bigger problem,"

"What?" she snapped. He pointed at her neck; she raced back into the bathroom and looked at her startled reflection. There was a hickey the size of Mount Everest just where her throat and ear met. She turned to look at Tim. The expression on his face could be summarised as impressed by his efforts and deathly concerned that he was going to be hunted down and have his limbs torn from his body by his Coach.

"Why didn't I see it before?" she asked her reflection. Then she realised her hair was usually all around her neck, right now not so much. "I cannot believe you marked me this way," she cried.

Tim's gaze snapped to her face and he gave an expression of utter disbelief. He then pointed to his chin.

"Okay I can handle this, I'll wear some high necked stuff and wear my hair down," she crossed her arms across her chest. His eyes followed the movement, which just so happened to push her breasts up. He seemed fascinated by the cleavage.

"Tim, eyes please." He smiled at her in his sexy way and she knew things would work out, they'd have to. "This will be no problem and we'll just have to be careful," she threw it out there waiting to be rebuffed.

He sighed 'I live for adventure," and then pressed her up against the door frame. His hard body sandwiching her in a not-so-uncomfortable way. The towel was an unwanted barrier but it was going to stay where it was. He kissed her fiercely. He meant it. He wanted her. There was passion and gentleness in it also and she realised he did feel something for her, perhaps more than lust. She kissed him back with equal measure, slightly slippery from her shower but loving the friction their bodies were experiencing. His hands dwarfed her head as he held her and kissed her. The turban on her head threatened to fall off and she raised her arms to steady it. Tim broke the kiss, sighing heavily as he did so.

"I am not going to be able to help myself," he whispered against her lips.

"Neither am I," she whispered back.

"We're going to have to work this out but not here," he suggested. "On the way to school?" She nodded and hurried off to her room. It was time to work out how this was ever going to happen. The good girl and the bad boy. The daughter and the guest. The whore and the innocent. She gulped, she should be worried but she was too excited to be.

Twenty minutes later she came out into the kitchen for breakfast and saw something that made her stop dead in her tracks.

Author's Note – Obviously the guidelines of prevent me from going into too much detail so I will have to avoid sex, for now at least. Thanks for the reviews that are continuing to pore in. I am glad people are enjoying it and hopefully the humour I wanted to infuse into the story is coming through. If not then I have some work to do! I have really enjoyed reading other people's work in the past few days.