The Woman in 3B - Eliza Lentzski Page 0,41

“Your niece kind of recruited me.”

She grinned, showing off her dimples. “Second-guessing coming over yet?”

“Maybe a little,” I sheepishly replied. “I definitely feel out of place. I didn’t mean to barge in on your family time.”

“It’s no big deal. The more the merrier.” Anissa floated perceptively closer. “Are you done being angry with me?”

“Angry?”

“When you first got here,” she reminded me. “You yelled at me about having a husband and kids.”

“I didn’t yell at you,” I demurred.

“You were mad at me though. Why?”

“I, uh, I guess I got mad that maybe you lived a double life. I work with some people who do that.” I absently flicked at the top of the water. “They act single when they’re on the job when they actually have a spouse and a houseful of kids.”

She cocked her head as she inspected me. “Why would that make you angry?”

I self-consciously lowered my voice even though no one would be able to hear us over the radio and her nieces and nephews. “I know we didn’t do anything in Philadelphia last week,” I frowned, “but we could have. And I’m not a home-wrecker.”

“Not a home-wrecker, but a party crasher,” she smirked.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “I guess so.”

I felt a hand brush against my thigh under the water. I took the glancing touch as inadvertent until that same hand cupped my pussy over my bikini bottoms.

I sucked in a sharp breath at the assertive touch.

My eyes darted everywhere but Anissa’s face as a calm, solid finger lazily stroked my clit through the material of the yellow bikini bottoms. Her nieces and nephews splashed and screamed in the shallow end of the chlorinated pool. Her brother, Sam, continued to work at the stainless-steel gas grill, although I couldn’t imagine them needing to make more food. Anissa’s sister-in-law and the other woman reclined nearby on lounge chairs. Her mother and father played a card game beneath the shaded shelter of an oversized umbrella.

Anissa’s face didn’t let on what she was doing to me beneath the water’s surface. I tried to do the same, but it was understandably much harder for me to accomplish.

“Are you feeling okay?” she mused musically. “You’re looking a little flushed.”

“F-Fine,” I choked out as she firmly pressed against my slit. Only the bikini’s stretchy material kept her from fingering me in front of her family. “It’s probably just from the sun.”

“Maybe you should get out of the water,” she suggested. “You don’t want to burn.”

I felt the stretch of a second finger knocking at my entrance. A desperate whimper bubbled up my throat. But as much as I wanted her to, she never slipped those fingers underneath the Lycra material between my thighs.

Her voice dropped to a velvet purr. “Still second-guessing coming over?”

I swallowed thickly. “No.”

“Good,” she responded. I felt mesmerized as she swabbed her tongue across her lower lip. “Because you’re ‘it’ now.”

Her hand abruptly left between my thighs and she sprang away, disturbing the water around us. I briefly sputtered on a wall of chlorinated water that tried to drown me in her haste to swim away. But despite the pool water in my lungs and up my nose, the unsatisfied ache between my legs persisted.

Anissa tread water a few feet away. “What are you waiting for, Alice?” she challenged.

“Yeah, Alice!” one of her older nephews parroted.

“Yeah, Alice!” her other nieces and nephews chimed in.

I ducked underwater to momentarily collect myself. I resurfaced a few seconds later, eyes closed.

“Marco!” I yelled out.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The pool party ended after fingers and toes were sufficiently pruney. Tiny bodies were wrapped in oversized pool towels, lips blue and teeth chattering, but overall exhausted and satisfied with the day’s events. The adults exchanged their goodbyes in the front foyer with murmured observations on how well the kids would sleep that night.

Dusk arrived, filling the sky with a pink and purple kaleidoscope display. I picked up a used paper plate from the patio table and stacked it on top of another dirty plate. I collected the red plastic cups strewn around the pool. Anissa didn’t have a garbage bag out by the pool, but I started to condense the mess to make the post-party clean up a little easier.

I looked towards the house when I heard the glass sliding door open. Anissa stepped outside. She was still in her bathing suit, although she’d put on her coverup again, leaving her torso covered, but below her thighs she remained bare.

“You don’t have to do that,” she admonished. “It can wait