One-Week Stand

Balls

Monday evening/night.

I adjusted my faux leather belt. My knee-length, sleeved, pale blue dress swished in the warm breeze.

"The eighteen-hundreds called," Joe teased, "they want their clothes back."

"Joke's on you," I countered, "I have this dress because of its nineteenth-century style. It was my great-grandmother's and I loved it."

Joe stared at me like I was the dorkiest girl on the planet. "Okay, then."

"Do I hear you making fun of my Sherrie?" Steven called as he stepped out onto the balcony. I was scared that if too many people stood out here, we might plummet to the parking lot below. Good thing we're only two storeys up.

Steven sat on one of the two chairs against the wall. I was standing close enough so that he could grab me by the waist and make me sit on his lap.

"Taken any more trips today?" Steven chuckled.

"And you got up him for teasing?" I went pink.

"You, my girl, need to learn to take a joke." Steven tilted his head to look up at me better.

That smile is going to kill me before the week is up. I realised I was looking at Steven a little too deeply. I snapped out of it and peeked down at the cars parked below us.

Steven pulled me in closer so that I was practically lounging on him.

"Cherries," he said. "I have a cherrie-scented Sherrie on my lap, and I'm a happy little chap."

I blushed and giggled at Steven's improvised poetry while Joe just rolled his eyes. He brushed my black hair behind my ear with his fingers.

"I'm hot." Steven announced.

"I know," I automatically agreed. I bit my lip to stop talking but the words had already come out.

Steven smirked at me with a wink. "I was going to suggest going down to the pool. Care to join?"

"But the night air is setting in."

"Grow some balls," Joe scoffed.

"Don't do that. That would make me an unhappy chap." Steven gently pushed me off of him and led me by the hand back into the room.

"I didn't bring my swimsuit." I sat on the bed as Steven peeled off his black macramé shirt.

"Underwear is fine," he replied with a grin.

"Pass. A shirt'll do, I guess." I approached my suitcase and dug out a plain, white t-shirt. I turned around for the bathroom, but hesitated.

Joe's right. I should grow some balls. Steven saw me naked this morning. I'm not going to wear pants in the pool. I may as well just strip right now in front of him. I gulped.

I slowly unbuckled my belt, but once it was off, I quickened my pace. I undid the first few buttons on the front of the dress so my head would fit. I glanced at Steven - he was watching intently, already in a pair of shorts. Here goes.

I corrected my posture and sucked in my tummy a little. Up went the skirt of my dress, and in a second I had it all over my head. Just as I went to lower my arms with the dress in hand, a button got caught in my hair.

"Ah!" I gasped. I thought my hair had been totally ripped out, but thankfully it was all still there.

Steven couldn't manage to hold in a chuckle at my mishap. He walked over and gently untangled my hair from the attacking button.

"I wasn't meant to have balls," I muttered. Steven frowned and tilted his head as if waiting for an explanation of that statement. I mumbled for him not to worry and I reached for the shirt.

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"I think my you-know-what has shrivelled into non-existence." Brad shivered as he slowly waded deeper into the water.

"I'd agree with you, but I can't exactly relate," I stated as I tried to suppress my chattering teeth.

"Well, I'm not feelin' the heat anymore..." Steven resurfaced after attempting an underwater handstand. "Great view from under there, by the way," he winked at me.

Steven looked kind of funny with his wet hair stuck close to his head instead of his fluffy curls. Still sexy though!

"Okay, I'm done. I can't do this any longer." Brad dramatically exited the pool with his hands up, then wrapped himself in a purple towel and took refuge inside.

"And then there were two," Steven noted. I didn't realise before then that there was nobody else around the pool. "Did you wear a white shirt down here on purpose?"

I tilted my head in question before looking down to see what was wrong with my white t-shirt. It was so cold in the non-heated pool that anyone who came by would have seen everything underneath the white material. I began to fold my arms over my chest before Steven pushed through the water and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"It's fine by me," Steven grinned playfully.

"I'm sure it is," I blushed. Steven gently unfolded my arms from my chest and put them around him instead. "I never thought I'd be in a swimming pool with Steven Tyler."

"I never thought I'd be in a swimming pool with someone so cute and gorgeous," Steven responded. He looked so attractive in the early moonlight.

"I bet you say that to all the girls you get into swimming pools with."

We exchanged cheeky grins and Steven picked me up and plunged me into the cold water, following closely.

He enveloped me under the water and tapped his lips with his finger before beckoning me with it.

I smiled the best I could while trying to hold my breath underwater. I glided closer and Steven planted one on me, the both of us somehow managing to stay relatively smooth while we were submerged.

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A/N: Oh my golly goodness it sucks not having a regular internet connection! You'd think after all this time I'd have more to post, right? 😖 #adultlife