A Nice Guy

30

It's 10 p.m.

The party has moved to the back yard, incorporating Hazel's swimming pool to cool us down from the summer's heat. It doesn't help that we're in the middle of a heat wave.

Hazel and Derrick are well off. Well, Derrick is well off. Had to correct myself there, seeing how he's the one with the job. Anyways, their back yard is huge and fancy. I'm not going into detail, though. I'm not about to simp over his lavish fucking lifestyle. The point is, their back heard is nice, and there's a pool.

So we're all hanging out in the backyard for a couple of hours, but eventually everyone heads out. I mean, they've got work in the morning, I don't blame them. If I could leave and get some rest before having to go in to work myself I would, but I can't. Things are finally starting to fall into place.

Derrick went upstairs to shower and settle down for the night. Hazel is inside, washing dishes. I can see her through the window right above the sink. I'm in the pool with Anna. We're the only ones still here. She's laughing loudly as she attempts to jump onto my shoulders. She's in her bra and underwear. I feel her tits smack the back of my head as she drunkenly makes another attempt. I know Hazel's watching us out here. I've caught her glancing at us a few times now.

Just as Anna's about to make yet another attempt to jump on me, I grab her legs under the water and drag us both under. When we emerge, she's gasping for air and smacking me, telling me I've ruined her hair and makeup. I roll my eyes, shutting her up by grabbing her cheeks in my hands. I push her against the side of the pool and kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth.

She moans, running her hands along my back, slowly dragging them down to my waste-band. She pulls at the elastic, wanting me to fuck her. I can't, of course, so instead I prop her up on the edge of the pool, letting her legs hang in the water on either side of my head. I look back at the kitchen window, making sure we're being watched. Of course we are. I smirk, pulling her panties to the side.

Shorty after, I've got her throwing her head back as I make her cum in my mouth. She's got a death grip on my hair, humping my face as she moans. Eventually, she lets go. I immediately look back at the kitchen window. My heart drops when I realize Hazel isn't standing behind it anymore. Did she see any of that?

My tongue and jaw are aching as I rest my head on Anna's thigh. I swear on everything, if I end up doing all of this for nothing...I don't know what I'll do.

We get out of the pool, dry ourselves off, and head inside. Anna immediately falls onto the sofa, towel wrapped around her body, and closes her eyes. "I'm gonna' take a nap," she tells me.

I don't say anything. I stand there, staring at the kitchen doorway. It's the only room with the light still on. I creep towards the room, leaving droplets of water trailing behind me on the wooden floor boards. My towel is wrapped around my waist, but that's not preventing water from dripping off my soaking wet hair.

Hazel's sitting at the island, her back facing me. It sounds like she's scrolling on her phone, skipping through countless videos, not even giving them a chance to catch her attention. I debate on clearing my throat or simply walking up to her, but I know whatever way I decide to announce my presence is bound to scare her.

I take a few steps closer to her. "Hey," I carefully greet her. She jumps, dropping her phone on the countertop. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." She turns to face me, but immediately turns back to resume her videos as if I wasn't there.

I walk around the island, now standing across from her. Her eyes are locked on her screen, though. Purposely avoiding my gaze. It makes me laugh. "Hazel." I attempt to get her attention. Nada. I place my palms down on the chilly marble surface, leaning in. "Hazel," I whisper. "What's wrong?"

The longer she ignores me, the more I smile at her. It's so entertaining; her so obviously being upset with me, so jealous she can't even look at me. It brings me back to the early days of our affair. I rhythmically tap the counter with my finger tips, hoping to at least annoy her into looking at me.

She tosses her phone to the side. It loudly rocks back and forth before finally lying face down on the marble. "What?" She glares.

I scoff out a laugh. "What do you mean, what? You're clearly mad at me for some reason. Tell me."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm not entertaining this, Alex."

I grin. "Entertaining what, Hazel? What did I do?"

She starts rubbing her temples in annoyance. "First of all, keep your voice down." She jabs at the countertop with her index finger. "Second of all, you know exactly what you did," she laughs. "Actually, no. We're not having this conversation. We're done. Whatever it is that we're doing, it ends tonight."