my moon, my sun

6

"Goodnight girls." My father says, standing in the doorway with his suitcase at his side. It's blue.

"Night, father."

"See you tomorrow, Jean." Laurie says, her toothbrush hangs out of the side of her mouth. I'm already in the bed, she's still getting ready.

She wears a pair of shorts and a bra top. It's barely a top and mostly a bra.

She turns me on. More than that employee earlier.

My father shuts the door behind him, I'm listening to music through my headphones and MP3. Reading my book. It's not very good.

The light from the lampshade next to the bed is a dull yellow, barely making any light. Defeats the whole purpose of a lamp.

Her hair falls loosely at her ass. I'm only wearing underwear and a loose shirt. That shirt has Wham! on it. An okay band. Not my favourite.

She leaves the bathroom door hanging loosely open. She looks so happy and comfortable, everytime she looks over at me, the sides of her mouth pull up ever so slightly.

Maybe she likes me a lot. As much as I like her.

"Stop staring."

"What happened to my camera?" I pull my head phone off my ear. Not wanting to listen to music anymore or read my book.

"What about your camera." She closes the door, flicking the switch off, outside the door.

"I want to see the pictures, Laurie." I thought it was intended in the camera picture, but obviously not.

"I can't." She growls at me, taking a seat on the bed, next to me, on my a right side.

"Are you gonna show me them or not?" I smirk, trying to add a bit more confidence when all that comes across is like an inside joke with a girl who isn't in on it.

"It didn't have any battery. Sorry." My heart sinks in a second.

"Oh. I was really looking forward to seeing the French Riviera." I lied.

I wanted her to see me. See my body at its weakest. At its most vulnerable. At its best and its worst and its most magical. But because I was dumb enough to not charge it. I failed. What an unsuccessful idea and I may loose this opportunity to sleep with her. I wanted to cry.

"Don't look too down, I'm only kidding." Americans with their immature English.

"You fucker-" I hit her with my pillow, "I was going to cry. Give it here then." She laughed.

She adjusts the settings on the camera, making it so I only see the photos she wants me to see.

She hands me the camera, they look so beautiful. The way the water flows over the rocks and you can tell it's happening only by the angle the photo was taken at. It looks professional she's not just beautiful but talented. I scroll across the various pictures.

I look into her eyes and laugh, "These are so beautiful. Thank you." I reach my arm over her neck and bring her into a tight hug. It's better than I ever expected. She's go beautiful. She's perfect.

"You're not done." She points to the camera.

As I go to scroll, she stops me.

"I saw what you left me. I left you something in return. In case you don't wanna see, you've been warned." She smiles, I feel myself go wet. I lick my lips.

"Why wouldn't I want to see." I scroll and I'm speechless.

An up close picture of her ass covers the small camera screen. I squeeze my legs together. I scroll to the next one without even looking at her face for approval.