But the girls were either asleep or still out. So I headed to my freshly laundered bed in my caravan to watch porn and get some sleep.
I fell asleep watching a Pussyman compilation and fell asleep hard. I definitely didn’t wake up when the door opened and closed. But something must have nudged me out of my weed coma because I became aware of someone else in the van. I cracked open an eye. Sure enough, there was a silhouette in front of the static of the TV. Whoever it was (and people, you all know that it was Catherine, even if I didn’t right then) was just standing there, watching me.
I rubbed sleep out of my eyes and sat up on my elbows. I made to turn on the lamp.
“No,” Catherine said, and my hand paused. She stood there in the dark, backlit by the tv. I could see the outline of her body through the long t-shirt she habitually wore to bed. Her hips against the cloth were outlined in artificial light. I revelled in the curves of her body. She looked down at me, her face in shadow.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to go out with you,” she said, eventually. “Since you guys moved here when Ella and I were fifteen. She’s always warned me off, and you’ve never really shown an interest- not that you weren’t friendly,” she added when I made to protest. “And I know you were probably just being a good brother and – you know – not a sex pest.”
I nodded, smiling.
“But I don’t know… I turned eighteen and university was on the horizon and everything was changing and suddenly I just wanted to see what it was like, to touch you and taste you and let you come inside me and tell me how sexy I am.”
And her hands were sliding gently over her sides and running across her tummy as she talked and it felt like my heart was beating too loud and my cock pressed hard against the sheet which was the only thing separating us.
“Tell me how sexy I am,” Catherine said and hooked her fingers under the hem of her t-shirt. There they paused. I took a deep breath.
“I have been delighted by you since I met you,” I said. “And for awhile it was your liveliness and your ability to make me laugh and your nerdiness. But this last year, it has been the way your breasts curve against the cotton, and the smoothness of your legs when you walk past and the freckles on your shoulder blades that make me want to kiss them and those long t-shirts that make me imagine what’s just beneath the hemline.”
And her fingers twitched, and the shirt raised slightly and a tuft of hair was outlined in the glare of the tv.
“And when we were at the piano all I could think of was how close you were and how good you smelled and the warmth of you and just how hard you made me just by being you and being close. And that was before you had me escaping my boxers with your wriggling strip tease. I was so hard I could have carried you to the couch and made love to you in the loungeroom.”
And now I could see her squirm at the thought and the t-shirt was over her hips and the light shone on her naked skin. And she paused just beneath her breasts. And a droplet of wetness reflected the light of the tv, hanging onto a strand of pubic hair between her legs. And I had to remember to breathe.
“And then this morning, when you touched me and I finally touched you, I thought that I would die from desire, that the most beautiful girl I have ever met wanted me.”