My Life Ch. 01

I gave him my usual don't-call-me-that-stare but then quickly let it go. For some reason it didn't bother me as much when he said it, "its fine," I said, finishing a bite of buttery carrots. "I'm used to it I guess."

Kyle frowned but nodded. "I never knew my mom, and my dad was a real douche most of the time. It was always better when he was gone and I could just do my thing. I guess I just got used to living alone."

I was surprised at how openly he had just told me that and I wasn't sure how to respond, "I'm almost never alone at school. Well, sometimes on Sunday's when a lot of the girls in my house might go home for a visit. It's nice to have time away from everyone sometimes. But I guess I'm disappointed that my mum and dad decided to do a runner."

"Runner?" asked Kyle.

"Sorry, I just meant take off and leave me behind. I don't get to see them very often as it is, so I was just really hoping to spend some time with them."

Kyle took several bites before responding, "I don't see your parents as often as I used to. I bought this house a few years ago and I used to see them all the time, but I guess we just get into our routines and life just passes us by."

"... That's a depressing thought," I said after a while.

"Ha," he laughed. "I know right. So let's change the subject."

"Okay,"

"How 'bout you tell me about that girl you've been kissing," Kyle said with a mischievous grin.

That caught me completely off guard and I almost choked on bite of chicken, "I—I never said—I haven't!"

Kyle let out a belly laugh and almost choked, himself as he tried to catch his breath, "Oh, you're so easy to read, Jillian. But I'm sorry. I'm being a jerk. You don't have to answer that."

I watched as Kyle tried to regain his composure, not speaking for a long moment, "I don't know why you think that. I've never kissed anyone, much less a girl."

Kyle was grinning stupidly like he knew exactly what things I'd done with my roommate.

"You're a terrible liar, Jillian. But it's cool. I'm not here to judge. Hell, most guys think that's the hottest thing since Edelbrock carburetors."

"Edel-what," I asked?

"Nothing, never mind... I just mean its fine. I think its natural most girls at least try it."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I managed to sputter.

Kyle looked up, looking supremely confident, "Oh yes you do. Look me in the eye and tell me you've never kissed a girl."

Okay, this wouldn't be difficult. I was an excellent liar when I had to be. I got away with all sorts of things at school and never got caught. I set down my fork and looked straight up and looked into Kyle's eyes. He had nice eyes... damn him... "I've never... I mean I—well—it. It might've happened on a dare once," I sputtered and looked down at my plate. Oh bullocks that was a stupid answer.

"...Huh," started Kyle, "you've done a lot more than kiss haven't you?"

I didn't dare look up from my plate because I could feel my cheeks on fire and I knew I was as red as a tomato.

"Okay, okay - I'm sorry. I'll stop. Don't answer that. I'm being mean," he said sincerely.

I nodded and finished the last few bites of my dinner with only the occasional click of the silverware making any noise. I had never talked to anyone about Brooklyn and I was shocked that anyone could figure out what Kyle had just put together.

"You'd give bloody Sherlock Holmes a run for his money," I finally said, forcing my anxiety down with everything I could. I could tell Kyle was looking at me but I didn't want to meet his gaze. "My roommate and I are very close," I finally admitted.

"Can I ask, are you only into girls, or have you ever had a boyfriend?"

I put my fork down and leaned against the stool's back but didn't look up high enough to see Kyle, "No, it's just with Brooklyn. We've been roommates since we were eight, so we've always been very close. But neither of us wants to be like lifetime lesbians," I looked up to see Kyle nodding in understanding.

"I think I get it. It's more about getting that intimacy with someone you trust."

That thought struck me. I have been trying to find the words to describe what I felt with Brooklyn for a long time now and Kyle had just found the words I was looking for. It was intimacy. I did love her, but it was different. We trusted each other and sex was our way of sharing what we felt and assuring each other that everything was going to be fine.

"I really am sorry I brought this up," said Kyle, breaking me away from my thoughts. "It's extremely inappropriate that I'm even bringing it up and your brothers would have my head if they knew their little sister was sitting at my table in only a towel."

I finally looked up and met Kyle's eyes. I wished then that I was at least ten years older. I had never really been around to many boys so I had almost no experience. But Kyle was no boy and I was so surprised that he would even want to have a serious conversation with me.

"I'm not their little sister anymore."

Kyle shrugged, "You'll always be there little sister, but I get what you mean. You're at that age where you want to be taken seriously by the adult world but you feel like everyone still treats you like a little kid."

"Exactly," I said a little too excitedly.

Kyle nodded, "I know. Now let's get you home before I say something I'll really regret."

I put my plate in the sink and followed Kyle into the garage. I looked at my bike and my wetsuit and wilted at the thought of putting that cold, sandy neoprene on again and riding home. I was tired and just wanted to go to bed.

As if reading my thoughts, Kyle suggested, "You can leave that here in the garage if you want. I'll run you home and get you into the house and you can come get your stuff tomorrow."

"I guess that would work," I said, not really sure what to do.

"Let's make this easy. I'm at work during the day, so here's a key. You can come when you want and get your bike whenever you want."

I nodded in agreement. I liked that idea and I felt that small tingle in my stomach when he gave me a key, even though I knew it was a silly thing to think about. I climbed into the Jeep and in just a few minutes we were at my house.

"I'm sure I can find a window that's not locked. I'll come open the front door and you can turn off the alarm," said Kyle as he went toward the back of the house.

The air was cool and I was glad to have the warmth of the towel as much as it was. I heard some clatter inside the house and suddenly the front door sprang open. I ran inside and punched in the code and the loud beeping ceased.

"Thanks for everything, Kyle. That was a lovely dinner," I said as we stood by the doorway.

"God's that accent kills me," he muttered in almost a whisper, and then said, "I'm glad you liked it... I shouldn't do this, but you're welcome to come over for dinner anytime you're home alone, if you want."

The invitation made my heart skip several beats and I couldn't help but smile. In a moment of courage or maybe insanity I removed the towel and handed it to him, "I'd like that," I said and stood there looking up at him for a moment before I turned headed for my room. The hallway was dark so I couldn't see his face but I saw his head move slowly up and then down as if he was taking a closer look.

I heard the door close and moments later the Jeep's engine start as Kyle returned home.

I lay awake until almost two in the morning that night. I knew it was ridiculous, but I couldn't quit thinking about Kyle. I had left the bikini on the floor by my bed and crawled under the warm covers and then started fingering my pussy as I fantasized about one scenario after another. Finally after bringing myself to four of the best orgasms I'd ever been able to do to myself I fell asleep.

I woke up to light peeking through the window shudders and got out of bed. I had forgotten that I had gone to bed sans clothes. The thought occurred to me that no one was going to be home, so I left my clothes behind and, after using the loo, went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. This was one thing I missed about school, not having to cook, ever. All I had to do was get to the dining hall and grab a tray... but I couldn't do that naked, so I guess it was an even trade.

I heard a noise from the garage door and suddenly remembered. I had forgotten to take care of the dog. I sprinted to the door and opened it. As soon as it was open a crack the dog forced his way inside and nearly attacked me in his excitement.

"Look how big you've gotten, Maximus," I said to the now fully grown boxer. He was just a puppy when I left for school and had spent most of the year at my brother's house in Los Angeles. Mum hates dogs but for some reason decided that a dog might keep me out of trouble during the summer.

Maximus started to run laps and jump up in the air; he was crazy big now, not that much smaller than I am. I had to push him away several times while I got his bowel and his food. I smiled as I thought about what someone might think if they saw me, a skinny naked girl running around with her dog in the middle of the kitchen.

I sat back on the chair and Maximus put his head on my lap wanting me to pet him. "You're such a cutie," I said in my funny doggie voice. "I missed you, too."

And as dogs do, Maximus licked at my knee for a while and then looked back at me to pet him again, "Were you neglected while I was gone, did mum not give you any love?"

He took a step nearer and then unexpectedly thrust his nose into my crotch and licked from bottom to top. I let out an audible yelp at the sensation and the move surprised me so much that he had licked me a half-a-dozen more times before I could push his head away.

"Oh you bad dog, you can't do that," maybe not wearing clothes wasn't such a good idea.

I put Maximus' food onto the floor and he began to devour it while I made myself a bowl of cereal and thought about what I should do today. Kyle had invited me over for dinner and I'm sure it was going to be better than anything I could scrounge out of our own kitchen. But it wasn't the dinner that I really wanted. No, I wanted to be with him again. I wanted my fantasies from last night to come true. But they were just that, they were just stupid erotic dreams from a silly little girl.

Without giving it any real thought or plan, I made my way through the morning, got dressed and walked to Kyle's house. I unlocked the door and went into the garage. The Jeep was gone and I found my things right where I had left them... almost where I had left them. My wetsuit wasn't all sandy like I had left it. It was clean and folded and sitting on top of my bike's seat. That was odd I thought.

I took off my shorts and tee shirt, wearing only yesterday's bikini and then slipped into the wetsuit. I reached down for my board and noticed a small backpack that had been placed next to it. Looking closer I noticed it was a Camelback and it was full of water. A Post-it note was stuck on top and it simply said 'Drink'. Lifting it up, I further noticed that several granola bars had been crammed into the back pocket. That was an extremely thoughtful thing to do, I thought to myself. I couldn't help but smile as I put the pack on my shoulders and got onto my bike. I put my shorts and shirt on top of the pack and left the garage.

The ride to the beach was just as hard as the day before and I could tell my muscles were going to be a lot sorer tomorrow. But the sun was out and they waves were slightly better today than yesterday. It was another glorious day at the beach. Life was good and I lost track of time like I usually do.

The sun was setting lower in the sky before I realized how late it was getting. I didn't need to be home necessarily, but the granola bars were the only thing I'd eaten and my stomach was once again complaining. It was time to go home. I found my pack and my bike where I had left them and was soon peddling home.

Kyle's house wasn't exactly on the way home, but it wasn't too far out of the way either. It was dark and fairly late but I decided to at least ride by and see if he was home. I stopped my bike in front of his house and saw that a single light was on upstairs. He must be up there in his room I thought. It's probably too late to go inside. I should just go home.

Despite knowing I shouldn't, I found myself in the garage and putting my bike against the wall. I removed the backpack and gasped. My shorts and shirt had fallen out of the pocket I'd crammed them into. Crap, they must have fallen out while I was riding home.

The garage door opened and the overhead light clicked on.

"I thought I might have scared you off," said Kyle. He was wearing a lose pair of boxers and an old tee shirt. My heart pounded against my chest as I looked at him.

"No, the waves were better today and I lost track of time," I admitted.

"Hungry?" he asked. I nodded and he shot me that melt-your-knees smile he has. "Good, I'll warm something up."

The door closed and I took off my wetsuit and headed back to the bathroom. I quickly had a shower and went through the same routine I had the day before only when I went to grab a towel from under the sink I stopped. A wicked thought came and I stood up without grabbing the towel. Could I do this, I wondered to myself? Could I really go out there in just this small bikini? If I did, what would happen? What would I want to happen?

A thousand thoughts bombarded me but the tingle I felt in my stomach had spread to my chest and it felt intoxicating. I finished drying my hair and ran my fingers through it several times to try to give it some body. My hair is extremely thick and almost touches my waist when it's wet. I've always liked it long, but it can take an eternity to dry.

Taking in several deep breaths I opened the door to the bathroom and went into the kitchen.

Kyle saw me well before I got to the kitchen island. His brow was raised and a smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You're going to be the death of me, Jillian," he said as he placed a salad onto the table top.

I sat down and tucked in, feeling completely famished and happy to think about something else as I tried to get my nerves to calm down. I had eaten most of the salad before I noticed that Kyle was standing on the far side of the island. He was holding a plate of manicotti that smelled divine, but he was just standing there.

I looked at him in confusion, "Everything alright?"

Kyle put the plate on the counter and shook his head dismissively, "I'm good. It was just a long day."

I stood from the table and walked toward the island to retrieve the plate of food, "Are you sure? You look a little iffy."

"I'm sure," Kyle said confidently, "you just surprised me a little."

I dropped my head in embarrassment, cursing myself for thinking this was ever a good idea. "I'm sorry, this was a stupid idea. I'll go get a towel."

"If you want to, but really, the swimsuit's nice and probably more comfortable than a towel."

I wasn't sure if Kyle meant what he said, but he seemed sincere and the manicotti smelled so good, so I nodded and took the plate and sat down at the table. "Oh this is so good. I can't believe a bloke can cook this well. I'm bullocks in the kitchen."

"Bullocks, that's not a word I hear very often," laughed Kyle.

I shrugged and ate several more bites, "I try to drop the British slang when I'm at home, but sometimes it slips out."

"I usually don't cook like this if it's just me. I try to eat healthy, but if I know someone specials coming over I try to step it up a notch."

I don't know if he meant it, but I know how I heard it. I smiled when I heard him say special. "Thanks for the water," I said, saying the first thing that came to my mind.

"You're welcome. You can keep the pack. I have several of them and I think you're going to get a lot more use out of it than I am."

"Really? Thanks,"

"You're going to be a dark little Indian if you keep going to the beach like this."

I pulled the string from my bikini over and could already see a good tan line there. I had taken off the wetsuit several times during the day and just enjoyed lying in the sand. I didn't really want a wetsuit tan; I'd end up looking like some old crusty farmer at the end of the summer.

"I usually do," I said. "Not much else to do during the summer."

"Don't you have any friends you connect with when you're here?"

"I used to, but we've kind of lost touch. I usually just spend my time at the beach surfing, but I'll call my friends from school once in a while."

We talked for almost two hours before Kyle dropped me off at my house. I slept like a rock that night and woke up knowing exactly how my day was going to go. The only deviation was that I bought a new swimsuit at one of the local shops at the beach. They're overpriced there but I didn't really feel like trying to get into town just to by swimwear.

The waves were almost flat so I spent most of my time riding up and down the beach wearing only my new bikini and talking to some of the locals I'd gotten to know over the years. It was another incredible day.

I arrived at Kyle's house at the same time he did and we went into the house together. I had my shower and joined him again in the kitchen.

"I hope you don't mind Pizza, I ended up taking longer than I thought at the bank."

"I'm always up for pizza," I said honestly.

We ate in silence for a moment before I looked up and asked, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

Kyle set down his pizza and wiped his mouth, "Of course. I'll answer anything you ask completely honestly: If you promise to do the same."

I hadn't really expected that for an answer. But I couldn't really say no. I nodded in agreement because he'd probably know if I was lying anyway. "Have you been with a lot of girls?"

To his credit he didn't look away or make excuses. He just said, "Yes." Deep down I was sure that was going to be his answer. I mean he was a single guy and obviously had the ability to get probably any girl he wanted.

"Are you with anyone right now?"

He shook his head and took a bite of pizza.

"Why?"

Kyle sighed and put his pizza back into the box, "That's a complicated one, Jillian."

"You said you would answer—"

Kyle held up his hand, "—and I will, I just need to think about how to tell you."

"Can't you just tell me?"

"I could. I'm just worried it might scare you off."

"... I'm not running away," I said shyly.

Kyle smiled and sighed again, "I'm glad you're feeling more comfortable here," he began, "It's just that... let me ask you a question first. Have you had any experience with a guy? Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

I crumpled into my chair dejectedly and shook my head.

"I didn't ask you that to make you feel bad. If fact, you should be supremely confident in who you are."

I looked up; a confused look crossed my features, "What do you mean?"

"You, young lady, are going to have guys falling all over themselves to ask you out on dates."

"Now you're just teasing," I said, trying to deflect the compliment so I wouldn't start blushing again.

"Not this time." A moment of silence passed and took another bite of the pizza, "Let's go sit on the couch and chat," he suggested and picked up the pizza box.

A sudden nervous feeling passed through my chest but I pushed it down and picked up my plate.

"Would you get a couple of drinks from the fridge? I'll turn some music on."

I went to the refrigerator and opened the door. Kyle's refrigerator was the biggest one I had ever seen, but it was well stocked with good food. Mum would be impressed.

"What do you want?" I asked him, seeing the numerous choices stacked on several shelves.