A pool boy with extra perks of benefits – 05

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I laid back on the lounger, and opened my arms for her. “Come here, and let’s talk. Let’s really talk.”

“No way. I lay down with you, the slut takes over, and I walk away bowlegged.”

“Not this time. Come here.”

She sighed dramatically before turning and crawling over me. I reached up. opening her robe, and saw she wasn’t quite naked. She was wearing plain white panties.

She caught me looking. “One word about the panties, and you’ll walk away a eunuch.”

“Let me hold you,” I urged her, my hands inside her robe, pulling her down.

She stretched out against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I felt her legs shift, and her hips pressed against me. “What? No hardon? Tired of me already?”

“Silly. One look from you, one touch, and I’d be busting my shorts and you damn well know it.”

“Really?” She nibbled on my shoulder, grinding her hips against me. I reached down for her ass, and pushed up against her, squeezing her soft butt cheeks. It was only a few seconds before she felt my hardness pressing against her belly.

She giggled. “That’s oddly comforting.”

“Think I’m tired of you?”

She squeezed me in her arms. “No.”

“We’re going to play a game, you and I. A variation on Truth or Dare. I ask a question, and you tell me the absolute truth.”

“And?”

“And nothing. That’s it. Ready?”

“That’s not a game!” she argued.

My hand was stroking the soft skin of her back. “Ok, how do you want to play it?”

“Regular Truth or Dare, except the first three rounds can only be Truth.”

“Alright. Now are you ready?”

“Who says you get to go first?”

“Do you want to go first?”

She gave me a poke. “Damned straight. Truth or truth?”

“Truth.”

“When you came over the second day, and agreed to do the work, what was the absolute minimum I could have gotten away with offering?”

“Expenses. When you agreed to cover the material cost, it was a go. When you asked for it as a personal favor I couldn’t say no. The only real problem was I didn’t have the money to cover the parts. Once Mom said I could use her credit card, and pay it off in 30 days, it was a done deal.”

She leaned in and bit me on the shoulder. “Ow!”

“You little bastard! You left me out there worried you were going to turn me down, and I’d have to go crawling to Dale to get some contractors in here. That was mean.”

“Sorry. I didn’t think of it that way. You were the one who sent me away the first day. Any counter-offer that covered the costs would have closed the deal.”

“Fine. But someday, you’re going to pay for that one.”

“Ok, Truth or Truth?”

She giggled. “Just ask the question already.”

“What is the absolute most I could have gotten away with asking for.”

“Everything.”

“Everything? Everything what?”

She sighed. “Everything you asked for on the first day, and more. All that night I couldn’t sleep, thinking of doing those things to you. Meeting you at the door on my knees each morning. Having you bend me over a table and using me for your pleasure whenever you needed a break. Being your plaything.” She giggled. “I mean, it takes a lot of nerve to tell a woman you want a BJ from her every morning. I soaked my panties the moment those words left your lips.”

“Now who’s the mean one?” I teased.

“You. You could have pressed the issue, and had me totally at your mercy, but no. Meanie.”

She raised her head, and gave me a sweet little kiss. “Thanks for getting hard for me.” She ground her hips against me for emphasis.

I smiled. “Anytime.”

“Truth or truth.”

“Truth.” Like I had any option.

“Why? Why do you care? Why do you care about anything other than me willingly serving you?”

I took a moment to phrase my answer. It was a tough question. “I’m not sure I know. I want you to be happy. I don’t know why, but it’s as true as anything in my life. It must be the Neanderthal in me, or maybe Grandpa’s Southern Gentleman upbringing. I want to protect you, defend you, and make sure you are as happy as you can possibly be. Anything I can possibly do to make that true is a small enough price to pay for one of your smiles. I want your heart to practically burst with joy.”

“Funny. Beating my ass until it’s red doesn’t seem to jive with that,” she teased.

“Really? Remind me, how hard did you come for me?”

“You are a beast sir, and hardly a gentleman at all, to ask me such a personal question.”

“Beast or gentleman, whatever it takes to make you happy, I’ll gladly fill the role.”

She was quiet after that, holding me tight, while my hands caressed her sweet ass cheeks. “It’s too much, Sam. You can’t make yourself responsible for my happiness. It doesn’t work that way.”

“Too late, beautiful. I’m a slave to your joy. Accept it.”

When she didn’t answer, I continued our game. “Truth or truth, my morning Goddess.”

“Truth, Beast.”

“What do you want out of life, sweetness? What will it take to make you happy?”

I could feel her body shaking, and realized she was laughing.

“Was that a silly question?” I asked, smacking her butt.

“Spank me again, Beast,” she giggled.

“Answer the question, Beauty,” I growled, alternating smacks against her ass.

She giggled some more, then turned and pushed her panties down her legs, kicking them off. “Again, with feeling. Beast.”

I gave her a nice firm wallop, the sound of my hand on her bare ass cracking loudly. “Ow!” she whined.

“Answer me,” I demanded sternly, raining a stream of smacks on her tender skin. Her robe, still in place, prevented much of a ‘wind-up’ limiting the impact.

“Ok, enough, I’ll answer,” she whined.

I rested my hands on her ass, rubbing her cheeks gently.

“What do I want? Damn, that’s the $64,000 question isn’t it.” She wiggled into a more comfortable position, resting on me. “Purpose. I need some purpose in my life.”

“What kind?” I asked

“I don’t know. I’m a kept woman, Sam. I’m a college dropout, who’s never worked an honest day in her life. My parents spoiled me, and my husband takes care of me. I don’t do anything. Nothing that matters.

If I were to die tomorrow, what would they say about me? ‘She had a nice tan.’ My only purpose in life is to act polite in public, look good at parties, spread my legs for my husband, and keep a clean house. Hell, I don’t even keep house, Maria does. I couldn’t even keep the pool clean. I need more. I need meaning.”

“What do you want ‘them’ to say about you?” I asked, all kidding aside.

“I don’t know. That I made a difference? That I saved lives? A kid didn’t go to bed hungry, a genius wasn’t wasted, a girl didn’t throw her life away. Something other than ‘nice tan’.”

“To live is the rarest thing in the world, most people only exist,” I quoted Oscar Wilde. “What do you say we get you living, not existing.”

She snorted. “Easier said than done.”

I lifted her up off of me, and sat her in my lap. “Railey, today, as Cliché as this may sound, is the first day of the rest of your life.”

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