Invisible

Chapter Five

WARNING: Slight Smut

Wednesday, August 14th.

The entire time I was eating breakfast with my mom this morning, I couldn't stop thinking about Charlotte. The way her body looked yesterday was on constant replay in my head, I even had a hard time keeping my "friend" from making another appearance. Every feature Charlotte possessed was delicate and stunning, it was almost unfair. Something that seemed to surprise me the most however, was her personality. She wasn't like a lot of girls I've met, the dim ones from school or whatever. She was calm and collected but fun and spontaneous at the same time. Charlotte Anderson was my kind of girl, she was in fact, the only girl I have ever felt this way about.

"Jack baby, make sure if you go out today you won't be too late, we are having company over later." I was slightly taken aback by her comment, too wrapped up in my own thoughts.

Sighing, I looked up at my mother standing in the doorway. "Who? Who on earth would actually come over to our house and be subjected to your horrendous cooking?" of course I was lying, her cooking was impeccable. I just didn't like having unnecessary company.
Once again, Renee places her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes. "If you must know, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson are coming over for dinner this evening," I immediately froze in my seat, "and their daughter Charlotte will also be coming." The butterflies currently located in my stomach began to flutter. "So with that being said, please do me a favor and make sure the house is decently clean? Especially the bathrooms and your room."
"Isn't that like, your job?" I hated cleaning more than anything in my entire life. Maybe I was exaggerating but who cares. Besides, it was all for a good cause, Charlotte Anderson would be in my house, potentially my room.
"Excuse me? Jackson, please don't play that game with me. Besides," Renne looked down at her wrist watch, "I have to be at work in thirty minutes. Just pick up for me alright? I'll be home around 5:30. Dinners at seven." I nodded and she walked over, placed a kiss on the top of my head and walked out the door. Well damn. I stood up and did a 360 of the room and it definitely needed a thorough cleaning. I guess I'll start in the kitchen. With an exasperated sigh, I set off on my mission.
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After 4 extremely long, disgustingly sweaty hours, I was finally finished cleaning and disinfecting the entire house. Climbing the stairs, I finally reached the top and walked down the hall into the bathroom. I was in desperate need of a shower, like, my eyes were going to start burning from the stench and perspiration. After turning on the water and grabbing a towel out from under the sink, I stuck my hand under the shower head to check the temperature. Stepping in, the boiling water ricocheted off my back and poured down my long body. Fuck, that feels too good. But I can think of something that would feel 10 times better. Quickly washing and rinsing my hair, I reached for the axe body wash that was sitting on one of the shelves and squeezed a good sized amount into my hands and began to lather myself. Making sure to scrub my armpits and face, I slowly made my way down my torso. Charlotte's face made her way into my head and it didn't take long for my thoughts to drift to other parts of her body. Once again, I began to think about the river yesterday and how she looked basically naked and bare. The way she felt when I touched her, her hips and thighs, not to mention her B cup breasts and firm butt. I could feel myself getting aroused the more I visualized her. The water seemed to be getting hotter as my breathing increased dramatically. God, I want to feel her. I grabbed another handful of soap and started massaging my stomach and hips, imagining it was her hands doing it instead of my own. I desperately wanted to just go at it and finish but seeing as this was triggered by images of Charlotte, I needed to hold off as long as humanly possible and savor the moment. I envisioned her laying down on my bed, just barely clothed in her undergarments. Her blonde hair fanned out next to her head, just waiting for me to lace my fingers through it. Jackson, I dreamt of her saying, I want you to touch me. I grabbed myself and started to slowly stroke up and down, thoroughly. Repeating my movements, I continued to picture her in my brain. Precum was leaking heavily from the tip and I used it as further lubricant to my movements. "Lay down on the bed," she told me, "I want to feel you against me Jackson." In my mind I crawled to her side and placed my hands on her bare thigh, slowly moving my hand up until I reached the lining of her underwear. "Yes, just like that," she moaned out as her head fell against the pillow. Her hand grabbed mine and traveled up her firm stomach until I made it to her bra and froze. "It's okay, Jackson. I want you to." Right as I mentally placed my hand over her left breast and squeezed, my actual hand worked hard under the steaming ray of water. I was almost about to reach my climax when I heard a loud thud. Oh for Christ sakes! Not wanting to get caught, I quickly shut off the water and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around me.
"Jack! I'm home! Where are you?" Renee yelled from downstairs. Of all the times I could be interrupted, she choose this particular moment. Are you serious right now!?
"I'm upstairs in the bathroom!" I yelled back. I shut off the light and sauntered down the hall to my bedroom, letting the cold air embrace my overly-excited body. Great, now I'll have a major case of blue balls. Any guy could tell you how annoying and  painful blue balls are, it's basically when you really need to come but you can't for whatever reason so you're stuck with a pressure down there that won't go away until you, ya know, relieve yourself. 
"Well hurry up, get some clothes on and come downstairs. The Anderson's will be here in an hour and a half and you need to set the table."
I sighed and checked my dresser for some clean clothes, deciding I'd have to wait until bed time to finish what I had started. Finally done sorting through clothes, I settled on some black jeans and a grey baseball tee. Keep it casual, Jack. You can do this. I not only wanted to impress Charlotte, I also wanted her parents to like me. I have yet to meet her father and if I were to ever form a type of relationship with her, I needed him to approve of me. I put on some deodorant and fixed my hair in my mirror, this is as good as it's gonna get.
After setting the table and helping my mom with the salad, I frantically smoothed my clothes and made sure everything was in order before they arrived. Everything has to be perfect.
"Wow, I'll have to say I'm impressed Jack. You did a really nice job with the house," Renee smiles and pats my back. "Although, I have a strange feeling that there was some weird motivational thing behind it." My face heats up just a tad as I roll my eyes.
"Why can't you just thank me and get over it? It's not some mysterious phenomenon or whatever."
"Uh huh," she grins at me, clicking her tongue against her cheek. "So Miss Charlotte Anderson had nothing to do with your sudden interest in cleaning?" I glare at my mother and leave the kitchen, mentally preparing myself for the hours that would follow. This could either go two ways, really really good. Or really really terrible. I was planning on the later but hoping for the first. Just as I plopped down on the sofa, there was a knock on the front door. This was it, there was no turning back now.
"Hey Jacky, I think that's them. Can you get the door please?" Renee yells from the dining room. Sucking in a deep breath, I rise and walk to the foyer and open the door. Outside standing with a bottle of wine was none other than Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. Of course Miranda was stunning, wearing a red dress that hugged her curvy body magnificently. Had I not been so interested in Charlotte, I'd without a doubt be head over heels for her. I think the appropriate term is MILF? She's definitely as hot as mothers get. However Mr. Anderson was another story; he was a tall and slender man, standing just an inch or two above me. His hair wasn't blonde like his wife or daughters, but rather a light ginger color. You could tell he smiled a lot from the lines beside his lips but when I looked into his blue eyes, I didn't see the same light inside Charlotte's. It was almost like it had died out some time ago. He was a good looking man though, no wonder why Charlotte was so ravishing.
"Hiya there, you must be Jackson," the man smiles and I reach out my hand to shake his, "I'm Nathan, it's nice to finally meet you."
"Yeah, it's nice to meet you as well" I smile back, "please come in." I hold open the door as both of them walk past. Of course my mother had appeared, complimenting Miranda's red dress. I turn back towards the doorway and finally saw the only important person in this entire world staring back at me.
"Good evening Charlotte," I grin widely. She giggled and beamed at me.
"Good evening Jackson, may I come in?" I stood aside for her to pass and I couldn't help but smell her sweet perfume as she walked by. Closing the door, I zip around to get a glimpse of her talking to my mother. She was dressed in a green jersey dress that ended just above her knee, her beautiful golden locks were curled in loose waves, and unlike her mother, she wore minimal makeup that didn't cover her freckles. She took my breath away. As if she could sense my stare, Charlotte turned away from my mother momentarily and smiled at me, sending shivers up and down my spine.
"Alright, who's hungry? I made some lasagne and garlic bread for dinner" my mother ushered everyone into the dining room and I couldn't help but feel calm as I sat beside Charlotte, it was like a soothing blanket had been wrapped over me. So far everything was going as planned and I continued to make small talk with her dad, that was, until she dropped her napkin and reached down to retrieve it, accidentally brushing her cheek against my thigh. I stopped laughing at whatever her dad had just said and sucked in a deep breath, holding it until she sat back up in her chair.
"Whoops," she chuckled, "sorry about that." I took a gulp of my water as I felt my lower abdomen start to tense up again. Her presence no longer comforted me, but made me incredibly needy. I could already tell this was going to be a long night. Especially when she turned and looked at me, licking her pale pink lips.
"Hey Jackson, do you wanna show me your room after dinner?"
And here we go.