white noise

six

Hi all!
Sorry this is a little later than what I promised... in the new year one of my goals is to write and read more, so this story will definitely be a new priority for me. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy Jemima's story!
-Emmanuelle

I await for his response, my heart beating rapidly. He still has my foot in his lap, his hand still on the pressure point. I've never been in a situation like this, waiting for someone to react to something I had just said with such nervousness. I beg him with my thoughts to say he feels the same way. Please.

Something takes over me, maybe it's the white noise screaming in my ear, but whatever it is tells me to rub my hostage foot against his groin. Maybe out of curiosity, maybe out of desperation to know if he feels the same way. His words may not tell me, but his body will. I have never had thoughts like this, desire like this before. I've been attracted to men before, I've had desire and lust before, but not this desperate.

My foot slowly breaks free from his clutches. He watches it intently as it moves up his thigh towards his cock. It takes me an agonizingly long time to reach it, as I try to move slowly and intensify the moment. I focus on his wet bathing trunks, the fabric hugging his legs tightly. His legs, littered with hair, proving his manhood.  I look him in the eyes when I reach his dick, and I can feel he is not impressed by my confession. Fuck.

"Happy?" He asks. He has a smile on his face that I can't quite read. For a second I think it's a cocky one, bragging about what he just got me to admit.  I realize, however, that he is satisfied with my response. He probably got me in the water today just so I could admit it.

"I'm not happy until you respond." I stare at him, and I know my pupils are dilated from this intense moment.

He looks at me, still with the sly smirk on his face. "I have a girlfriend, Jemima."

I want to slap him. Punch him, kick him, kiss him, fuck him. He was a manipulative bastard, getting me to admit the feelings he knew I had. He manipulated me into thinking he had the feelings too. I wanted to scream, cry like a small child because I didn't get my way. I should have known better. I don't know what I was thinking. He was dating my sister. I should not be disappointed that he doesn't want me. I should be happy.  "I think I should get back now," was all I could muster up the courage to say.

I knew he was a faster swimmer than me. I knew that if he jumped in after me, he could beat me back. He could tell Lavinia. I take my chances and dive into the water. I don't hear his splash behind me, and I try and stay under water as long as I can. I don't look back as I swim to the house.

I think about who I thought he was. How he told that cheesy story about Lavinia at the party, how he would hold her hand. Him grabbing her arms, whispering in her ear. I thought he was different. I didn't think he was the type of guy to purposely make someone uncomfortable.

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When I pull myself onto the dock, I still can't see him swimming behind me. I strain my head to look as far down the water as I can, and he's not yet in view. Its a relief to know I've got about a twenty minute head start. I grab my shirt off the chair and walk inside, trying to hide my pain from Josefina.

When I walk into the house, she greets me in the kitchen. I look at the clock and see it's just past noon. David and I were swimming for longer than I thought.

"Come eat. I made Vinny some soup, have some, it's good." She is bustling around the kitchen, boiling some broth with the fish bones from last night, chopping some herbs to add to the soup.

"Do you need any help?"

She pours some soup into a bowl, breaks off a piece of bread she probably made this morning, and slides it to me. "Sit and eat first."