Page 18 of Be Your Anything
I feel thankful that traffic ended up not being so bad when I finally turn into the driveway in front of my house thirty minutes later, waiting for the garage door to lift before I pull my truck into one of the parking spaces.
It isn’t until I’m inside, pouring myself a few fingers of Macallan, that I let my train of thought go where it wants to go. To that night back in January when I first saw Lennon after she moved back to town.
She’d been working in Paris doing some sort of event planning for bigwigs, an internship that turned into a job offer. Then her family called her home, and she came.
I’d seen her here and there during her previous visits for holidays, but when she walked into the courtyard of our alma mater wearing that bikini and little cover-up, her hair cut shorter than the long, luxurious waves she had all growing up, I was awestruck.
The local Girl Scout Troop had booked the Roth Academy’s heated outdoor swimming pool for a Dive-In Movie. There was a massive movie screen stretched out between two palm trees, a buffet catered by a local celebrity chef, and a ton of pool toys and towels to go around.
There were at least two hundred people, impressive for a bunch of eight-year-old girls to put together, though I assume they learned a lot from their society-facing mothers.
It was Paige who encouraged me to go. “We haven’t been back since we graduated,” she said. “We should check out the campus, see what has changed. I wonder if my signature is still on the bottom side of Mr. Kelson’s desk.”
I’m not really a joiner. I’m more of a host, but I went along with Paige because she’s my best friend, and ithadbeen five and a half years since my high school graduation.
Shit, was I glad I went.
Lennon and Paige were also super close growing up, possibly even closer with each other than I was with either of them, so it felt natural for us to gravitate Lennon’s way and catch up.
Then Paige ran into a guy she was interested in when we were younger, and we went from a group to a couple.
Just me and Lennon.
Fuckdid she smell good, that vanilla scent she’s always worn washing over me, reminding me of how I felt about her when we were younger.
Before I knew it, our wandering through the hallways and reminiscing had turned into something else.
“Remember that time Josh paid some guy to follow Nadine around all day on her birthday playing a personal soundtrack?” she asks, giggling as she trails her fingers along the edge of a bulletin board neatly organized with flyers for the upcoming spring semester.
I chuckle too. “How could I forget? We were in the same PE class, and when she passed me while we were doing laps on the track, the guy was trying to keep up while carrying a speaker blastingI’m Sexy and I Know It.”
She laughs again, shakes her head as we continue down the hallway, strolling along memory lane.
I’ve always known Lennon was beautiful. Shit, every boy who knew her back in the day focused their eyes on her from the minute their hormones took flight, but she’d always been a little standoff-ish with the males at our school, rarely accepting a date to a dance or going out with anyone.
She had a reputation for being a bit frigid, probably due to the intense expectations her family had of her, but that iciness was never aimed at me. The two of us were good friends, and she always had a smile to send my way, always made my heart thump slightly off beat.
I’m feeling that same thing now as we walk the corridors of our former school, reminiscing about the past. Her big smile and her bright eyes, that teasing little lilt to her voice…everything about her is screaming at me to take notice.
And I’m wondering, not for the first time, why I never took the risk and shared my feelings with her when we were younger.
There was that night during high school when we kissed at Tinsley Monroe’s party, a night when I thought things between us might change, but Remmy and I ended up sorting things out the following day, getting back together after a week-long breakup. So, I just filed that little memory away and tried to never think about it.
So then what’s different tonight? What about tonight has me unable to do anything but get lost in her attention?
I still have a girlfriend, though she’s up in Santa Barbara enjoying the freedom of our open relationship while I stay in Hermosa and keep my dick in my pants.
I can’t tell if it’s Lennon’s little bikini or this sexy teasing way she’s looking at me that has me enraptured—or maybe it’s something else entirely. Regardless, I’m on the hook for sure.
As we near the end of the hallway, Lennon spins around, pressing her back against the door to one of the classrooms, and I give myself permission to let my eyes roam her body.
She’s petite, a tiny thing compared to my 6’1”. Little hips, a small handful of tits, and an ass I’ve been unable to stop staring at all night. But it’s those big, hazel eyes of hers that suck me in, the plump lip she’s gnawing on that makes me give in.
“Excuse me, Ms. Day,” I say, leaning towards her and placing a palm flat on the doorjamb above her head. “Can I see your hall pass?”
Her eyes flare, and then she reaches up and twirls some of her hair around her finger. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Pearson, I don’t have one.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I admonish, stepping closer. “You know the rules, Ms. Day. Anyone found wandering the halls without a pass must be…punished.”
