Free I Need You by Jane Lark Page B

comfortable.” Her pitch rang with annoyance.
    I looked at her again. There was nothing wrong with her! “Lind. Take your fucking stuff off. You’ve got a gorgeous body.” Perhaps I shouldn’t be admitting I thought that, but whatever. “Just take it off. You look thinner than 90 percent of the women in this town!”

    “Billy!” That was a reprimand to keep my voice down.
    “Just take your stuff off and lie down!”
    She’d turned bright red and my guess was it was through anger as much as embarrassment. Glaring at me she gripped the hem of her sweat top, and as it turned out her sleeveless tee, ‘cause when she pulled it up, she pulled both off and threw them on top of my head. So I couldn’t see her.
    When I moved them off, she’d lain down again, and her shorts weren’t off but she must have undone them, because they were pushed down to where her bikini bottoms were. I could see the emerald-green line.
    Cock twitch.
    She was not overweight. “There’s nothing wrong with how you look.”
    Her head turned, her cheek resting on her folded arms, as her blue eyes stared at me.
    “Like yourself,” I whispered. “That’s half your trouble, you don’t.”
    Tears glittered in her eyes. She shut them.
    “Shall I rub some screen into your back?”
    She nodded without opening her eyes.
    I smiled as I got up to get the screen. She didn’t move.
    I grabbed the tube and straddled her thighs.
    “Billy!” she squealed as I squirted the cold cream on her back.
    “Just lie still and shut up.” I laughed.
    “That’s so cold,” she breathed.
    “Now you know how I felt.” She didn’t really, ‘cause I’d been aroused. Something she hadn’t ever been around me.
    I pulled her bikini top loose at the back so the strap wasn’t in the way. Then I rubbed the cream in with both hands, sliding my palms up the gorgeous curve of her back and then over her shoulders, and along her arms to her elbows, before running them all the way down to start again as her soft skin absorbed the cream.
    She jumped a little as my hands started running upward again.

    Her backside wobbled against my groin. I loved it. Cause I loved her. The girl was mad thinking she didn’t have a good figure.
    I tied her bikini top up again and smacked the first curve of her ass, before I climbed off of her. She squealed again. “Billy!”
    “Lindy!” I mocked, rolling onto my side, leaning up on my elbow to watch her and talk. Her head turned to me, her cheek resting on her crossed arms.
    Halleluiah, the girl actually had a shallow smile on her lips.
    “You do look good, you know. I’m not just saying it, and I’m not kidding. Didn’t Jason ever say how hot you look.”
    Her smile fell and her head turned away.
    “Didn’t he?”
    “He dumped me for Rachel. You’ve seen how skinny she is. So whatever he did say wasn’t true, was it?”
    “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you, and he was with you for years… He loved you, Lind. The thing with him and Rachel isn’t about looks; it’s just chemistry.”
    Her head turned to me again. But she didn’t say anything.
    “So did you?” I whispered to try and break her bad mood.
    “Billy,” she hissed at me, but she said it with another smile, before looking away.
    I grinned. I was sure she had.
    I turned onto my back. “Put some sun screen on my chest.”
    She looked back and didn’t move for a moment, but then sat up, and now I could see her body better. Her breasts swayed in the halter-neck bikini top and her nipples had come up in peaks under the cloth. There was nothing about her that turned me off.
    She squirted the cold cream on my belly. “Ah” My body jolted and I laughed.
    “You could do this yourself, you know.”
    “I know, but it’s so much more fun when you do it.”
    There was a twisted smile on her lips, that she hid by looking down to watch her hands move over my skin.
    “How many hours do you work out?”

    “Why?”
    “Cause you are one