BitterSweet

Chapter 29

When I pull up to where the girls are doing their little car-wash, I see so many girls in shorts and bikinis.
I stay sitting in the car as I look for my girl.

My girl? It's only been a couple weeks and you're already calling her yours? Well she is mine. I can't help but notice that none of these girls are turning my head like they would before Camila and I hooked up. A slow smile forms on my face when I see her. She's wearing one of my T-shirts on top of her bikini. Good girl.

Putting her car in gear, I drive over to where she is and get out.

She's smiling as she grabs a soaked sponge and starts spreading suds all over the car she's working on. My T-shirt that she's wearing barely covers her ass and it so happens to be white so I can see the sexy bikini, that she so kindly sent me a photo of via text, through the material. My dick wakes at seeing her and I try to calm him down. But when the soap suds fall onto her thighs...

Before anyone notices me looking like a fucking pervert watching a girl wash a damn car, I get out, adjusting myself discreetly as I do.

Aaliyah notices me before Camila does. She gets that excited look in her eye at seeing me and I know what's going to come next; her high pitched, 'Shawn!'. So, to not ruin my plan to surprise Camila , I put my finger to my lips, signaling Aaliyah to keep quiet. Aaliyah frowns a bit confused and then breaks into a mile wide grin, thrilled when she sees who I'm walking up behind. I know Aaliyah has been trying her hardest to get Camila and I together, if that mistletoe a few weeks back was anything to go by.

Camila squeals when I grab her around her waist and spin her in a circle.

"What do you think you're doing in my shirt?" I growl playfully in her ear.

"Shawn!"

"Oh yeah, baby, you'll be screaming my name tonig-"

"Shawn!" She squeals again, interrupting me. I set her down so she turns around facing me. She's so beautiful when she smiles, I love being the one to make her smile.

"What are you doing here?" She grins at me.

"Need a car wash." I shrug.

"You don't have a-" She cuts her eyes behind me at her car. "My car!"

"Told you I needed a car wash." I try not to laugh.

"What did you do to my car?" I made it look better.

"You did this on purpose." She accuses me. I shrug again. I did.

"Regardless, it needs to be cleaned."

"Oh, you're helping." She tells me.

"What?!"

"You heard me, mister." She grabs my hand and puts her sponge in my palm.

"I was actually hoping to just watch you do it." I look down at the sponge in my hand and then back up at her.

"I bet you were." She walks back to the bucket and grabs another sponge. She starts spraying off her car then scrubbing it with the soapy sponge, and fuck me if that doesn't turn me the fuck on. Too bad all these guys are around, I'd love to see her in the bikini instead of seeing it through my shirt. But even through my shirt is a fucking turn on because she's wearing my. fucking. shirt.

"Come on, Shawn." She calls to me over her shoulder.

"Oh, I'll come alright," All over you tonight. Extremely pleased that she started taking birth-control doesn't even explain how much of a high I receive at feeling her bare.

Since I'm still wearing my work shirt, I take it off and toss it into the back of her car before I start helping her. I smirk knowing it's distracting her but then she does it... She takes the shirt off she's wearing. Her fucking cover!