Free I Need You by Jane Lark

Well she looked like she’d been playing with herself and that must have brought her down to earth with a bump.
    I took it from her hand, then pulled up the missed calls. Sure enough Jason’s number was there. I called the messages.
    “Hey, Billy. You’ve disappeared, I was gonna ask you to go out for a drink again but your mom said you’d gone out of town. Everything okay?” I deleted the message. I didn’t call back. I’d catch up with him when Lindy and I got back.
    “How are you?” I asked her.
    “Okay. Have you finished?”
    “If you want me to be finished?”
    She’d showered, blow-dried her hair and put her makeup straight. The white sleeveless tee she had on was a little sheer. I could see the green halter-neck bikini top she had on underneath it through the cotton and she was wearing shorts that showed every curve of her legs off. I did like her legs.
    “What do you want to do?”
    Her arms had crossed since she’d handed me the cell, and now she shrugged.
    “We can go down to the beach and lie in the sun, or go down to the pool and swim…”
    “I liked the beach yesterday. Let’s go back down to the beach.”
    “Well, you’re gonna have to give me time to shower.”
    “Are you going back up to your room?”
    “Yeah, I need clean clothes as well as a shower, unless you want a companion who stinks.”
    She smiled with a sudden look of warmth catching in her eyes, the Lindy of happiness and high school shining through; the one who had somehow got lost in the last couple of years.

    I stood up, wiping my face with my tee again. Then met her gaze.
    “So did you?”
    That question had been tumbling around in my head for an hour and more. Asking it kicked me in the belly and sent a jolt of lust to my cock.
    I’d been exercising with an uncomfortable condition, thinking about her––up in her room… Imagining. I shook my head, I probably shouldn’t have asked.
    She didn’t answer anyway.
    She turned away, acting like I hadn’t asked the question, but as she did, her skin turned red.
    I’d lay a bet she had. And that made my condition worse; blood pulsed into my cock.
    But she could just be embarrassed I’d mentioned it. That would be like Lindy too.
    My fingers combed through my hair. Then I caught my image in the mirror and ruffled my hair so it spiked again.
    A part of me wondered if I’d brought her here not to make amends but to try and win her. Maybe I had been kidding myself that I was able to just let her go at last.
    Whatever, I was still turned on, even though she wasn’t turned on by me. Well that was the suicide sentence I’d been living for years––watching her with Jason.
    I followed her upstairs, but she didn’t talk until she got to her room. “I’ll see you soon.”
    “Yeah.” I nodded at her before going into mine.
    I sorted myself out in the shower, jerking off as the water streamed over me, and ah, shit, the images playing through my head were her, lying on her bed and doing the same, holding my cell.
    When I got dressed, I pulled my cut-offs on over my swim shorts, rubbed my hair with a towel to dry it a little, then slicked it up with styling wax, before pulling on a dark-blue tee. I locked my cell and wallet in the room safe, grabbed a zip sweat top and threw it on as I left the room.

    When I knocked Lindy’s door, it opened straight away. “You took your time.”
    I grinned at her, heat burning in my cheeks. My turn to be embarrassed. “You ready?”
    She blushed too then. “Yeah, I’ll get my backpack.”
    This was gonna be one long day of awkward. My hands slid into the front pockets of my cut-offs. I had a rolled blanket under my arm that I’d got out of the SUV for us to sit on.
    We didn’t talk walking down to the beach. My brain couldn’t come up with any right stuff to say and she didn’t have anything to say. But then there was the whole choosing where we sat: dry sand that was uneven, or on the flat wet sand. The breeze rolled in with the