In A Perfect World

It seemingly took hours for Grant to return. Kerry paced about the front of the house with energy to spare. She was going over the last couple hours in her head, not really believing what she had done. In that short time she had convinced everyone that she was her own twin sister! The noise of a motor caught her attention and she turned to see Grant hot rodding it up the hill on an ATV. Her breath caught again at the sight of him, wearing only his swimming trunks and sneakers. Memories of his smooth tanned skin flooded her mind, and she almost didn't hear him speak.

"So, which way to the beach??" he cried over the noise of the engine.

Kerry brought herself out of the fog she was in and pointed off to the right, Grant cocked his head to indicate that she was to ride on the back of the ATV.

Kerry hung her towel around her neck and slung her beach bag onto her shoulder, bracing herself by hanging on to Grant's strong shoulders she hiked her leg over the back of the vehicle and plopped down on the seat. Grant hit the throttle and they were off.

Instantly Kerry found herself back in a fog. She clung tightly to Grant, her arms encircling his waist, her head resting on his muscular back. She closed her eyes and remembered the backrub that had started everything„m„m..

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" 'You trying to crack your neck?" she had asked.

"Yea, but it won't go." he answered.

"I give a heck uv a back rub if you're interested."

"Sure." he replied.

He moved over from the chair he had occupied, and sat down on the floor in front of her. She could instantly feel the tenseness that had put his neck in spasm. His muscles were hard and stiff. She plied at them with all the strength her hands could muster.

>Now this is someone I can really beat on< she thought to herself. She had always loved giving backrubs, but most people couldn't take the full strength of her hands. They said she pinched or was just too strong for their tender bodies. But he just sat there, letting his head loll around, at first she thought she might put him to sleep, but at last he spoke

"You go ahead and stop whenever you get tired" he had said, "I won't ask you to, it feels too good."

She answered that she was fine, and started to work her way down his back, from his neck to his shoulders and on down his sides. When he didn't jump as she massaged his 'love handles' she couldn't help but comment.

"Aren't you ticklish?" she asked in disbelief.

The playful tone in his voice as he answered caught her off guard, "Well, I've got one ticklish spot, but I'm not telling."

As the movie played on, the sexual innuendo of the conversation didn't let up. Neither did her massage. He soon relaxed completely, leaning back into her as she worked on his shoulders some more.

The new sound system in the house was great and they had it cranked up loud. In order to be heard they had to practically yell into each other's ears. During one relatively quiet moment in the tape, she leaned down and put her mouth close to his ear, expecting her to say something, he leaned into her.

"I bet I know where you're ticklish" was all she said.

He turned and eyed her warily then opened his mouth to speak, "Oh yea, and where might you bet?"

She smiled sweetly at him, and leaned over a little further to gently blow into his ear. She then used her tongue to faintly trace small circles around the convolutions of his ear, and when she knew she had it nice and wet, she drew in a quick breath through her mouth, sending a cold breeze across the saliva trails her tongue had made.

He just about came off the floor.

In the sweetest, most innocent voice she could manage, she asked, "Was that it?"

He was quick to compose himself, and in just as normal a voice as her's was innocent, replied "That was o.k., but that wasn't it."

From then on, the challenge was set for her to find his ticklish spot; but by the end of the evening, neither one of them could even remember what the challenge was.

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Grant spun the tires of the ATV as he pulled up in front of the pool area. The sudden jerk of the vehicle and lack of noise as he turned off the engine brought Kerry back to the present.

"Hey, nice looking place" he said as he eyed the Olympic size swimming pool, diving board and Jacuzzi style hot tub, "you really live it up here don't you?"

"Well" Kerry said, making an imaginary toss of her hair, "it's tolerable."

He shot her a quick smile, knowing she was being smart, "Last one in's a rotten egg!" Grant took off like a shot running full blast to the gate, was through it and cannonballing into the deep end before Kerry could even get around the ATV.

Coming up for air, he shook the excess water from his face, "I guess this makes you the rotten egg" he said.

Kerry just smiled at him, dropped her beach bag at her feet, slipped off her sandals, and seductively proceeded to remove her beach wrap. Underneath she wore what could best be described as three handkerchiefs. The bikini was a deep forest green, contrasting brilliantly with her pale white skin. Kerry's auburn hair was also nicely contrasted by the green, as she proceeded to sit very daintily on the edge of the lounge and brush it out.

Grant couldn't take his eyes off her. He slowly waded up to the shallow end of the pool, never averting his gaze. Kerry sat quietly, almost ignoring him, as she continued to brush her long red hair. Grant climbed out of the pool and walked to her.

As if oblivious to the trance she had put him in Kerry very calmly said "I have the park's books in my bag, shall we start going over them?"

Grant couldn't answer; he just stood there staring at Kerry. She looked up at him and said his name; he came out of the fog with a start.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" was all he could blurt out.

Kerry answered sweetly "I said, I have the books, shall we begin going over them?"

"Oh sure" was the only thing he said.