Shades of Grey Ch. 05

Caleb had never really understood the point of sunning by the pool or the beach for that matter. He thought that if people wanted tans, they should simply go outside, and walk around or go to a tanning salon. He'd been invited to "sun" with Jo a few times since he'd known her, and had declined on all occasions. He was not about to go to a beach just for the sake of sitting there and doing nothing. However, after minutes of staring at Bianca in a very, very skimpy yellow bikini that left little to the imagination as she lay on a pool chair, he felt enlightened.

Her long and smooth brown legs were stretched out before her; manicured toes were pointed heavenward. He eyed the bottle of sunscreen lying on a white table next to her appreciatively, waiting for the moment when she'd ask him to use it on her. From the way he was looking at her and the bottle, he'd probably be volunteering shortly.

Turning his head away from the Goddess next to him, he looked straight ahead. The pool beckoned to him but he refrained. He'd gone for a thorough swim this morning when he'd awoken and was planning to coax Bianca into the pool with him as soon as she opened her eyes. He'd scoped out the backyard after he'd completed his swim and had decided that the house was secluded enough, and would do well for secluded activities.

Bianca shifted briefly, a slight movement of a leg, and Caleb turned to her, saying, "The water looks nice. Want to join me for a swim?"


She shifted her gaze to him, squinting as she did so. They'd only been lying there for about ten minutes. Guys, she thought rolling her eyes. Still, she was determined to enjoy every moment of her time with him.

"Alright," she agreed, trailing after him as he jumped unceremoniously into the pool. She lowered herself more gracefully and swam one lap when he was suddenly before her. His hands trapped her before his body as he leaned in for a thorough and lengthy kiss. Her lips opened and her tongue caressed his as he braced against her. His hips pressed into hers as she tread water and she almost went under as his hardness caressed her through the bikini bottom. He wrapped his hand around her waist and ground his body against hers again.

Bianca tugged her lips away from his and turned her head aside, her eyes opened wide as she looked about guilty.

"Wait—no Caleb," she said breathlessly, pushing against his shoulders. "Someone could see us."

Caleb kissed her cheek and then drew her earlobe into his mouth, "Who? Unless your neighbors own a pair of high tech binoculars, I don't think they will."

Bianca moaned and thought of the kind of neighbors she had. She replied truthfully, "They might. My neighbors are very curious people."

He clucked his tongue but was unfazed as he lifted his head. He spied a high palm tree that afforded shade to the shallower part of the pool, and faced the back of the house. Caleb easily moved over to that spot with her in his arms.

"Even if they have high tech binoculars, they won't be able to see us," he said lightly, allowing his feet to balance on the pool floor as the water lapped at his chest.

He reached around her and unclasped her bikini top, ignoring the widening of her eyes and the way she covered her breasts with her arm as he did so. He placed it on the stone railing next to Bianca's head before he leaned in to capture her lips once more.

Bianca moaned against his lips and bit down gently on his bottom lip, forgetting her nudity for the time being as her arms snaked about his neck. He pulled her closer to him, feeling her hardened buds pressing into his chest as she moved ever so slightly against him.

The water sloshed around them as they continued their play, drenching the two lovers as their bodies grew heated.

Caleb pulled away from Bianca and tugged at her arm gently. She followed him to the pool steps and then halfway up. He sat down on one of the steps and she sat on him, her legs spread about his as she kissed him again.

He reached between their bodies and into her bikini bottom, teasing the soft hairs that covered her mound before lowering his fingers to the little bud between her legs. He rubbed it gently, feeling her tense above him as her lips stilled on his. His finger probed back further to the wet passage that gave him such pleasure, and pressed deep.

"Ooh!" she murmured against his lips, lifting and lowering her hips in time to the thrusts of his finger as it entered and left her body.

Caleb removed his finger and tugged the bikini to the side, exposing her to his probing fingers.

She felt a finger at her clit and cried out in pleasure. "Why are you torturing me?"

He chuckled, but it sounded a bit strained. Bianca reached down to his swim trucks and pulled the elastic waistband forward and down, releasing him from his stretchy prison and as she eagerly moved her hips closer to that long and thick monster springing from between his legs.

When Caleb continued to place fleeting caresses to her outer lips, she grabbed his hand and moved it away from her. She stared him in the eye as she took him into her palm and held him, squeezing ever so slightly and watching as his eyes darkened even more. The light blue had turned somewhat to a grey hue. She clasped her other arm around his neck, attached her leg to his hips and hiked herself closer to him. Leaning forward, she kissed him slowly as she lowered her body onto him. His eyes closed in sheer pleasure as she took all of him into her body and began to move slowly on his shaft.

Bianca moaned and bit her lip to keep her cries in and she pulled herself up on his shaft, her nipples grazing his chest every time, before lowering herself back onto him. Her legs began to tremble at the excruciatingly slow pace she used but she wanted this to last.

"Now who's torturing whom?" Caleb bit out as he stared at Bianca's face. His hands grasped her buttocks tightly and she clenched around him. He released his hold on her buttocks as his fingers trailed to the crease between her butt cheeks. He ran his finger over her sensitive anus and down to where they were joined. He caressed her, his finger coming away awashed in her juices, and easily parted her cheeks with one hand. The other, the one that he'd used to get her juices, he used to caress her forbidden treasure. Her pace increased and he continued to tease her there, loving the reaction that he was getting to the onslaught. Her pace became frantic and as he felt her approach that point of no return, he pushed his finger forward, allowing an inch to slip into the tightness that was her anus.

"Caleb, what—," she breathed as she felt the foreign sensation assault her body. Moments later, she cried out as a fierce orgasm washed over her body. Caleb removed the finger from her and stood, lifting her with him as he walked back into the cool water of the pool. The water was lapping at his chest as he braced her against the pool wall and began short and quick thrusts. Bianca moaned in time to them all, clenching her legs tighter against his body, in hopes of drawing him further into her.

She felt a familiar rush in her body and arched swiftly against him, cheering him on with her body. Caleb took her lips with his as he began to slam into her. She shrieked into his mouth, her fingernails drawing blood as they dug into his shoulders. He didn't mind. He'd bear a lot more pain to experience the pleasure of her body.

She screamed into his mouth and began to spasm around him moments before he released load after load of his seed into the suction cavern that was her body.

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It was evening and Bianca was seriously contemplating moving Caleb to one of the guest rooms to prevent what obviously happened when she and he were in a room together. It was for that reason that she completed naked and draped along Caleb's body. They'd had another round of steamy loving only minutes ago. After their session by the pool-side, they'd clothed themselves and then Bianca had taken Caleb to Bouchon, one of her favorite restaurants in Santa Barbara.

The restaurant was renowned for its great food, exclusive clientele, and pricey meals. Caleb had taken one look at the menu and quirked an eyebrow at Bianca. Smiling, she'd grabbed his hand across the table, mainly to prevent him from getting up and leaving, and told him that the food was great and that it was her treat. He was her guest and she wanted him to have the best. She didn't let him know that whenever she was home, if the cook hadn't conjured up some miracle in the kitchen, Bouchon was the restaurant that she went to in efforts of appeasing her stomach. After lunch, Bianca had shown him around her hometown, taking him to Stearns Wharf, where they walked hand-in-hand along the boardwalk and he purchased her a pair of exotic earrings from a souvenir shop, and then to the Historic Park, and afterwards to Seven Falls. Caleb had wanted to go hiking but Bianca, who was wearing open toe sandals and a summer dress was definitely not walking up any mountain. They'd compromised by agreeing to do it on another day and then she'd driven back to her house, where she and Caleb had sat in the living room watching television, that is, locking lips while pretending to watch television, until they made their way to her room and had gotten down to entertaining themselves.

Bianca sighed and opened her mouth, prepared to assign Caleb one of the guest rooms before they ended up spending the majority of his trip in her room.

"Caleb—," she began only to be cut off by the shrill ringing of the phone. Caleb groaned and moved slightly, turning his head in the direction of the offending electronic instrument.

"Jeez, Bianca, that thing is really annoying," he got out, lifting his head slightly to look down at her. She looked up at him from her comfortable position on his chest.

"You'll get used to it," she said with a smile, only to laugh as he groaned even louder. Using her hands, Bianca propped herself up and then scrambled over to the other side of the bed. She reached for the phone and looked at the number. Lara. Deciding that she could answer it now or the 20th time that her friend called, Bianca clicked the "on" button and held the phone to her ear.

"Hey, Lara." Her ears immediately picked up the sound of blasting music and then Lara's voice screamed above it.

"Bianca, where the heck have you been?" she screeched, causing Bianca to pull the phone from her ear or go deaf from an overexcited best friend. She turned to look at Caleb. His head was turned to her, his eyebrow lifted. She smiled at him and shrugged, placing the phone back to her ear.

"I have company," she told her best friend, instinctively knowing that if she didn't say it now, Lara would never forgive her when she did—and she would—find out.

"Whaddyou mean, "you have company?" Lara screeched back. "Do you mean, Deidra-the-father-stealer company or company-company as in hot Texan boy company?"
Feeling a blush steal up her entire body, Bianca prayed that Caleb hadn't heard that and said quickly into the phone, "Company-company, alright! What do you want?"

Lara chuckled and then screeched once more, "Jeez, don't get touchy. Just making sure. Anyway, I'm having a party tonight. You have to come. Starts at ten but don't show up until eleven, okay?"

Bianca sighed and then asked, out of curiosity, "Why shouldn't I show up until eleven?"
"Because you have to show off your hot Southern boy-toy to these stuck-up beetches!" Lara laughed and Bianca smiled at her friend's humor. Sometimes, Lara really threw her with the comments that came out of her mouth. Those same "stuck-up beetches" made up a good part of Lara's loyal followers.

"Okay, we'll be there—around eleven."

She finished the conversation with Lara and placed the phone back onto the hook. Having done so, she stood and then turned to look at Caleb. He looked at ease—sated was the better word but that made her think of sex and Caleb was in her room and it was not good to think of sex with Caleb in her room.

"We're going to a party tonight," she told him, moving around the bed and in the process picking up the clothing that was strewn around the room. Caleb stared at her hungrily. He didn't necessarily think that his obsession with Bianca was a good thing, especially when she was bending over before him, but he was enjoying the view. Bianca straightened and turned to look at him, "Are you hearing me?"

Caleb nodded, "Loud and clear, ma'am."

Bianca went back to grabbing items of clothing, "Lara is having the party—it should be fun. It'll be your first party in Santa Barbara. Imagine—Texan cowboy goes to preppy party in California."

Straightening her body, she walked over to the hamper and tossed the clothing in before sauntering over to him. When she was close to him, she knelt beside the bed and brought her face close to his, "Do you think you can handle it?" Her tongue reached out and traced her bottom lip. His eyes followed and Bianca smiled.

"I think you take pleasure in teasing me," Caleb murmured, closing his eyes before opening them again and retorting, "And of course I can handle it. I handled you, didn't I?"

Bianca's eyes narrowed moments before she grabbed the pillow beside him and swatted him with it.

"You did not handle me!" she shrieked out as Caleb covered his face with his hands and laughed loudly. Seeing that he wasn't listening to her, Bianca climbed atop his chest and pressed the pillow against his face, feeling his hands under it. "And if you did, I let you!"

"Okay—okay," Caleb shouted, but it was muffled slightly by the pillow. She lifted the pillow and glared down at him. His blue gaze sparkled laughingly at her. Seeing that she wasn't going to attempt to bludgeon him to death with the pillow, at least for now, he lowered his hands to clasp her waist. "Okay, you let me handle you."

An impish smile touched her lips and then Caleb said, "But I still ended up handling you, didn't I?" And the pillow bludgeoning started once again.

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Caleb had never truly understood the words "privileged children" until Bianca found a parking space outside of what had to be her best-friend's house but looked more like a small factory. The house was as big as Bianca's, if not slightly bigger, but it was the stream of expensive cars that made him do a double take as he stepped from Bianca's Benz convertible. Because Bianca was his girl, he hadn't really categorized her as such but seeing this line of wealth made him remember that tonight, he was the outsider in more ways than one.

Bianca came around the car and pressed herself against him, pulling his thoughts away from 'privileged children' and straight to the delicious smelling vanilla perfume that she'd dabbed along her neck and cleavage. And speaking of cleavage, his eyes roamed lower, and a wolfish smile appeared on his lips. Bianca was a beautiful woman, in whatever she wore, but she looked incredibly sexy tonight in a classic black, loose-fitting V neck dress, with long sleeves cut in the middle to expose her sexy arms, and that stopped inches above her knee to expose most of her long legs. A silver chain hung between her cleavage and a pair of matching earrings lined her ears. On her feet were a pair of wicked black heels encrusted with rhinestones or diamonds that made him think of foot fetishes before he remembered that he didn't have any.

"What are you smiling like that about?" Bianca asked softly, but she already knew. Caleb had just taken a very deliberate look at her cleavage before the smile appeared on his lips. If he was any other guy, she would be completely insulted and return the favor of sharing an insult, but he wasn't. This was Caleb.

"You," was the honest reply and when she quirked a brow as if she didn't know, he elaborated, "You look amazing...as I'm sure you know."

Bianca placed a quick kiss on his lips and grabbed a hold of his hand, "You don't look too shabby yourself, cowboy."

And he didn't. Caleb was gorgeous without dressing up so when Caleb put on any clothing, a shirt, boxers, jeans, anything, Caleb lent his sexiness to it. He was currently wearing loose fitting black jeans and a pale blue shirt that clung to him in a most appealing way. On any other guy, the outfit was simply casual but on Caleb—on Caleb it looked ready for the runway.

As those thoughts inhabited her mind, she began to walk towards Lara's front gate with Caleb at her side. Most of the people who'd be there were people she hadn't seen in almost a year. Most of them, she could do without seeing but some, some she actually liked.

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From the moment the entered Lara's house, they were the center of attention. Bianca instantly knew that she wasn't the reason. They all knew her. Everyone was curious about Caleb. Who was he? Why was he with Bianca? Who were his parents? What did they do? If possible, she was keeping him away from all of them. They didn't need to know anything about Caleb, especially the ones who were dressed in bikini's for a house party, they could stay away from him tonight.

Minutes after walking into the house, and making absolutely no move to communicate with anyone because she didn't really know them, Bianca spotted Lara coming toward them. Lara pulled her close for a tight hug and then threw an all-knowing smile at Caleb.

He easily returned the smile and then Lara was taking them around.

"And this is—and these are—and her father is—..." Before long, Bianca was bored and ready to leave. Caleb, however, played the part of gentleman by being polite to everyone who spoke to him while easily dodging questions about himself. All he would tell them was that he was with Bianca. That was it. Bianca almost laughed at their faces as he easily side-swept their nosy questions. And then, Lara's DJ turned up the music so that mingling was all but forgotten and Caleb dragged Bianca close to the sound system and the dancing, because that is the polite term in public, began.

At first, Bianca was aware of the many eyes on them. It could be because she was Bianca Frederickson and no one in Santa Barbara had seen her get down on the dance floor like this before or it could be because her boyfriend was "fresh meat" and a great dancer or it could be the scandalous dancing that they were doing.

Two songs later, both Bianca and Caleb needed cold drinks. They were hot and beginning to sweat and the near contact of their bodies were doing wonders to their libidos.

Caleb was leading Bianca through the throng of people dancing before them when a pale and delicate arm suddenly landed on his, halting him in his tracks.

"Hey, you're the new guy, right?" the brunette asked, her blue eyes twinkled at him.

He smiled and nodded. "I guess so."

Chuckling, she responded, "How long have you been here and who're you staying with?"

By this time, Bianca had moved closer to Caleb to see why he'd stopped and almost blanched. Rebecca Gelhart, Miss Popularity, had chosen to hit on her guy.

She sidestepped Caleb, bumping into a dancing couple, and stepped in front of Rebecca.

"Hey, Rebecca," she said sweetly, too sweetly for Bianca Frederickson. Caught off guard, Rebecca could only blink and look lost. "Long time no see. Well, my boyfriend and I going to get something to drink. Is there something that we can do for you? No, alrighty, then!" And with that, she stepped past her, Caleb's hand still in hers, and continued toward the kitchen, where Lara kept all of the drinks.

The kitchen was packed. She had to have Caleb push through the throng of people gathered around the bar waiting to be served. When they were finally at the front, Caleb leaned down and said, "Nice party and a free bar too. What more could I want?"

Bianca looked up at him and chuckled, not even bothering to respond.