Chapter 5

Flashback.

Iris's Pov.

The first time I ever touched myself, I was thinking of Xander King. I was sixteen so he must've been twenty-three. He was my brother's best friend and at the time, I doubt he even knew I existed. Xander was wild even then and he and my brother would always go out at night and not come back until two or three in the morning.

Xander and his family moved here when I was ten and my brother, Julian, was seventeen. The whole town immediately started talking about Xander's family and even then, I understood that there was something different about them. They moved here from New York and nobody, I mean nobody in our little town in Italy was from anywhere exciting.

So when Xander and his dad showed up, it got all the tongues wagging, especially about where they could've gotten the money to build such an enormous mansion that could pass for a Disney castle. Some even said that they were into some illegal shit and moved to our little town because they were running away from something. But the most common question they always seemed to ask was, where was the wife?

It shocked me how quickly they struck a friendship with my family seeing as no one else in the town wanted to associate with them. Sometimes, even late after I'd gone to bed, I would hear his father and my father discussing and laughing in the living room. Sometimes, Xander would be sitting with them, on his best behavior by his father's side. I never did understand what they talked about, and for some reason, we never went to their house.

I would sneak down the staircase to catch a glimpse of him, always wearing a nice button-down shirt and slacks as though he were a part of a business meeting his dad was conducting.

Even then, at ten years of age, I thought Xander was the most handsome man I'd ever seen.

My brother was the only one who initially befriended Xander. That was just the way Julian had always been, kind and compassionate, ready to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Fast forward to the summer I turned sixteen. I was in the kitchen reading one of my favorite novels when Xander practically waltzed in like he was a member of the family. In a way, he was, seeing as he's always here because of his friendship with my brother.

I could feel my palms getting sweaty as soon as he walked in and I kept my face buried in my book, trying to make it seem like I didn't notice him.

But when I looked up, I saw that he was sweaty all over. He and Julian must've been playing basketball out on the driveway.

He opened the refrigerator and took off his shirt. When I looked up to his face, I saw that his eyes were closed and he was just letting the cold air from the refrigerator hit his skin. Even at twenty-three, he already had the body of a demigod.

Just then, he looked over and caught me staring.

I felt myself blinking furiously. I cleared my throat and tried to look back down at the book I was reading. When I looked back up again, Xander was watching me. He had a wicked smirk on his face as he had just found his dessert.

“I didn't see you there.” He said.

“I'm reading,” I said back. I could feel my cheeks turning red. It was practically the first time he was talking to me ever!

“It didn't look like you were reading.” He said as he closed the refrigerator door and started walking closer to me. “It looked like you were staring at me.”

I shook my head. “Well, most civilized people wear shirts when they're inside someone else's house,” I answered. I had no idea where I got the courage to talk to him like that. I couldn't even look him in the eye as I talked. I suddenly pretended to find my novel very very interesting.

But then, I noticed that Xander had walked even closer. In fact, he was standing right next to me. I could smell his musky deodorant, mixed with his sweat which gave him his own distinctive smell, like toasted sesame seeds and summertime. It smelled amazing and I hoped he couldn't see how my chest was rising and falling rapidly with each strained breath.

Finally, I found the courage to look straight up at him and he was staring right down at me, a drip of sweat clinging to his chest.

“Stand up.” He commanded.

Now I knew my chest was pulsating but I couldn't stop it. When I opened my mouth to speak, my throat was dry. “Excuse me?”

“I said...” He leaned forward a bit, so that our faces were only inches apart. “Stand up, Iris. Let me look at you.”

The way he said it, I knew it wasn't a request. It was an order. But despite it, I felt a strange pulse of excitement down at my core, something I've never felt before, and for a second, I was afraid I might even pee a little.

I clenched my legs together and stood up but even at my full height, I only came up to Xander's chest. He stepped even closer so I could almost touch his warm skin with my face if I just leaned forward an inch or two.

But I didn't get the chance to do that. Instead, he put his hands on my shoulders and turned me in a slow circle in front of him. I was wearing a short plaid skirt and a crop top. It was something I always wore in the house but in that moment, I was feeling really conscious of my choice of clothes right then.

Once Xander had turned me all the way around, his big strong hands gripping my shoulders, he clenched my upper arms and made me face him again. His eyes weren't on my face though. They were staring brazenly at my chest.

Finally, very slowly, his hands grazed down my bare arms. As they worked their way down, his thumbs ever so slightly grazed over the nipples of my boobs. I felt myself shudder. My boobs suddenly arched and I knew my throat let out a tiny gasp that I had been trying very hard to keep in.

The sound made Xander chuckle and once again, he was looking at me like I was his prey. His hands were still on my body, pressed against my tiny waist.

Then I heard my brother's voice from outside the driveway. “Xander! What's taking so long man?!”

Xander looked over his shoulder for just a second, like my brother's voice was a fly that was temporarily distracting him from his dinner.

Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I know you want it but not yet. You're not ready yet.”

I stood there frozen while Xander went back to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water as he started walking back outside. “Coming bro!” He shouted.

I've never felt more embarrassed, stupid, and angry in my whole life. But I had to sit down then because my underwear was fucking wet.

That was the night I first touched myself, thinking about Xander. I imagined my fingers were his tongue as I stroked my pussy. I imagined him whispering to me about what a bad girl I was while he fucked me.

One week after that encounter, Xander and Julian traveled overseas for some ridiculous adventure and I've not set eyes on Xander ever since.

Until........