When I stand up, I have to use the football to hide my erection. After one more play, we go in the cabin to wash up before dinner. The girls go up to their rooms, the boys remain outside to play, and Mr Hills and Mrs Fox work on finishing dinner. I’d offer to help, but they know my skills in the kitchen are less than favorable. I go into the downstairs bathroom and run cold water in the sink, taking handfuls and washing my face. Maybe the slap of cold water will wake me up from this dream I’m having. And just maybe it will cool me down because I’m overheated after my encounter with Hannah during the football game. Every inch of my clothes and exposed skin is covered in dried mud and grass stains. I need a shower before dinner. No washcloth is a match for the mess I’ve made of myself. I should probably take a cold shower too, but I don’t think even the cold water will do enough to get rid of the hard-on raging in my shorts. If I stand any chance of getting Hannah out of my head befor

Mr Hills gives me a weak smile and nods. I’m not all that messed up over the split anymore. I want to tell him that when seeing the pitying look on his face. The only thing that still hurts is knowing I’d been lied to for so long. I’m glad my ex is gone. She’s off traveling the world with her new sugar-daddy who looks like a shriveled up potato with grease-slicked hair. Money was all she ever cared about. Didn’t seem to matter that she got the money at the expense of her family. Whatever makes her happy, I guess. And as long as she stops trying to come after me. It’s silent at the table except for the continued bickering of my daughters. I can tell Mr Hills wife is uncomfortable with him bringing up the subject; she was a friend of my ex-wife’s after all. I’m sure she’ll probably get on him about it later. I was afraid they would remain friends after the divorce and that would put a rift between me and Mr Hills, but her loyalties fell on me. I’m sure Mr Hills probably had something

When Mr Hills comes out of the trees and onto the dock, we are a safe enough distance away from each other for everything to appear innocent. John smiles and waves, and the air bursts from my lungs with relief. I’d been holding my breath, afraid he’d seen something, but he obviously hadn’t. As Mr Hills walks toward us, I lean closer to Hannah and whisper, “If this happens again, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.” I mean it as a warning, but it sounds too excited for that. It comes off more like a promise. Hannah steps in front of me and waves at her dad with one hand, and with the other, she slyly reaches back and rubs my hard on. “Then don’t,” she whispers. Her words make me practically come in my pants. Then she walks away and I have to cover myself to hide the evidence. She looks at me over her shoulder with a flirty smile, and I stare at her perfect ass as she walks away. Hannah It’s early when I wake up the next morning. I can’t sleep in. Not after what happened b

What guy?” I say. She shows me a picture of a guy who is young, probably my age. He’s wearing a college football jersey and his hair is brown and cut short. He has a great smile and is very handsome. He’s definitely attractive, yet I’m not attracted to him in the slightest. “Can you believe that he’s going to the same college that you’ll be going to? He and his parents are vacationing at the lake for the summer too! It’s like fate. You are meant to lose your virginity to this guy. His name is Fred. I showed him your picture and he thinks you’re gorgeous and wants to meet you.” I stare at her with my mouth hanging open. She didn’t do anything wrong, and yet I’m pissed. I feel betrayed, even though I have no right to. This was supposed to be the plan. I was going to find some beautiful boy to lose my virginity to this summer and everything was going to be great. But after what happened with me and Dan, how can I possibly think about other boys right now? I will the muscles in my fac

I want to cry out for him not to stop, but the concern on his face gives me pause. “Are you a virgin?” he asks. He starts to pull his fingers out, but I grab his hand and keep him inside of me. “Yes, but I want you. There’s no one else I would rather lose my virginity to. Please don’t stop.” His mouth goes slack and I can tell he’s surprised. “I just assumed you weren’t. You’ve had boyfriends, right? I’ve heard the girls talk about all the attention you get from guys.” “I get plenty of attention, but I’ve never wanted any of them the way that I want you.” My words seem to trigger something in him, and his eyes fill with lust. He starts to fuck me with his fingers and the feeling is spectacular. He’s able to touch me in a way that I’ve never felt before even though I’ve explored plenty with my own fingers. He knows exactly where to find the mysterious detonator hidden inside of me to make me explode. I’m writhing against his hand. “That’s it baby, come for me,” he says, coaxing