Isabella Carnetti watched as her very best friend in the world, Seth Anderson, washed his prized car, a 1966 Mustang convertible. As he continued to spread suds, Isabella kept stealing glances at him over the top of the trashy novel she'd been trying to read for the last several minutes. The louse wasn't helping matters either, she thought, as she watched droplets of water and soap run down his chest.
They had been friends since grade school. Even though he'd been a year ahead of her in school, he'd still maintained their friendship when it hadn't been cool to have a younger girl tagging along behind him. Isabella couldn't remember the exact moment when she'd realized he was a man and a very attractive man at that. It had happened somewhere between her sophomore and junior year in high school. She'd matured painfully late and none of the guys at school had ever noticed her. She was just another one of the guys who hung around together after school.
Now that both she and Seth had been out of school for five years, she thought the attraction she'd felt for her friend would have lessened over time. Instead, if anything, she'd become more attracted to him, and it didn't help when he purchased the house right next door.
"Hey, Bella, get off that duff of yours and come help me wash the car," Seth hollered, breaking into her thoughts.
"Get real, Seth. That's your baby. I don't dare touch her," she yelled back, setting her book down, picking up her water bottle, and walking over to where he was still soaping the car.
"Aw, come on, Bella. You know you want to touch her." Stopping his washing motion, he had an evil glint in his eye as he coaxed her closer.
When she got with in a few feet of the car, Seth grabbed the bucket of warm sudsy water and threw its contents at her! Ducking, Isabella laughed as most of the suds had missed her.
"Very funny, Romeo, but I don't need a bath." Wiping off some stray suds, she walked around the front of the car with an innocent smile, or at least she hoped it was innocent. "I gotta run, Seth. I have some things to do before I go over and fix the old man's supper."
"You're gonna leave before the waxing?" Seth pouted. This subject was an ongoing battle between them.
"You're a big boy, Seth. You can wax her all by yourself, but you're not going to con me into it. Have one of the guys come over and help you. I know for a fact Garth would love to get his hands on her.”
"Like hell he will," he growled in a good-natured tone. "Come give me a hug before you go, shrimp."
Laughing, she stepped close enough to give him a one-armed hug but she wasn't surprised when he plopped the warm soapy sponge on her bare back.
"I do believe you need to cool off.” She smiled and dumped the entire contents of her cold water bottle down his back in retaliation.
“Son of a...” Gasping as the cold water ran down his back. She darted away from him. Immediately, he went after her.
"Oops." Giggling, she backed away from him. "Now remember, you started it." When he shook his head, she squealed before turning on her heel and running for the house. Skidding inside the door of her house, she shoved the door shut behind her. Flipping the lock, she went to her room and pulled her wet-shirt off.
The noise of a sharp intake of breath from the doorway caught her attention, and spinning around, she saw Seth standing in the doorway!
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Staring in the mirror above her dresser, Seth could see every inch of her bare breasts, even with her back to him. While Bella was not blessed with large tits, she had very prominent nipples. Raspberry in color and hardening in the cool breeze, the sight of her nipples made him lick his lips. Wanting to lick and suck the tender buds, Seth wondered what she would do if he did.
At that moment, Isabella had become more than just his best friend. Now an attractive woman that whetted his appetite for hot sex, she was making his cock harden behind his zipper.
"Seth, get the hell out of my bedroom," Isabella shrieked as she crossed her arms over her breasts. Angry now, for he was invading her private space, she glared at him.
However, Seth didn't move right away. Licking his lips, he propped himself against the door jam. Watching her with smoky eyes, he waited to see if the little tease would give him another glimpse.
"Damn it, Seth. How the hell did you get in here?" Isabella asked hotly as she grabbed a clean shirt off the dresser and tried to keep her dignity.
"Keys." Jingling them in his hand to show her, he pushed them into the pocket of his tight jeans before moving further into the room.
"What are you doing? I told you to get out!" She backed away as he came even closer, grabbing a towel off the top of her laundry basket.
“You're wet, Bella. I thought I'd help dry you off.”
"What? I can dry myself off!" Snatching the towel out of his hands, she added. "Now take your butt downstairs and I'll be down as soon as I get dressed."
"I'd rather help you, Bella. What are you afraid of? I'd never hurt you,” Seth explained as he retained his hold on the other end of the towel.
"Seth, stop it, I don't want you that way." She continued to tug on the towel but, with a casual twist, he managed to jerk it right out of her hand. Grabbing her arms, he peeled them away from her breasts. Reaching out, with a light touch, his finger traced one nipple with the barest of caresses. He smiled in satisfaction as it hardened beneath his touch.
"Beautiful.” He leaned forward with the intentions of tasting the tempting morsel.
"Ahh...nooo...I can't let you do this," Isabella gasped as she shot out of his reach, jerking her shirt on over her head, as she headed down the hall towards the stairs.
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