The Orgasmic Adventures of the Lighter League

Chapter 3: Carry Me Home

“How did your dad know my name was Ezekiel?”

“Zeke is obviously short for Ezekiel.”

“My name could have been Hezekiah.”

“But then I’d have called you Kai.” He smiles, “Zeke would work with that name too.” She shrugs, “This is true. Lucky guess then.” She is back behind the wheel, cigarette between her fingers that he had carefully lit using his own. She pulls up to the apartment building, a nice, rather large one with big glass windows. She sighs, “Dad insisted on luxury apartments. I hate it. I feel spoiled.”

“You’re not spoiled.” Cody shuts Zeke’s door, “Holy shit.  Daddy’s got money to blow.” Eli rolls her eyes and Zeke hits him.

“Ow! What?”

“She hates that. It makes her feel spoiled.” Cody scoffs, “My bad. And since when do you care? You guys’ besties now or something? I’m replaced! I’m so hurt!” Zeke rolls his eyes at his friend’s sarcastic comment, “Giving a shit in emergencies tends to forge friendships. And maybe she won’t eat all my nachos.” Cody scoffs and smirked, “They always taste better when they’re not yours.”

“I hope you don’t apply that philosophy to your women,” Eli retorts as she punches in a code to get in the door. The door buzzes and she pulls it open, “Coming?” They look at each other and walk in, past a guard who didn’t seem much older than them.

“Good evening, Miss Eli’isha. It’s your father’s week already?” She stops and smiles, “He’s not here Jake. And no. Things went south at the hospital.” The guard sighed, “Thank god. Your dad’s in the hospital?”

“Yeah. They say it’s touch and go, but he’ll be okay in a few weeks.”

“That’s great. Who are these two?”

“Zeke and Cody. Zeke is my, uh, ‘husband’ for the sake of not being kicked out of the emergency room.” Jake nods.

“Jenny here?”

“Upstairs cleaning apartments.” She smiles, “Thanks Jake. Want a cigarette?”

“Dude, you have no idea.” She tosses him a cigarette and he smiles, “Good evening, Ms. Eli’isha.” She smiles brighter than Zeke had ever seen, like the fact that this guy talked to her on her level was some great secret…which it probably was. They wander into the elevator and she presses a button before leaning against the wall, unintentionally obscuring the buttons with her body. He finds his eyes drifting down to her breasts, concealed in the hoodie she had on, had they grown? He hated it when Cody managed to get in his head.

“We’ve been in here for a while. What floor are we going to?”

“Uh…” The elevator dings and the door opened.

“…The top?” Zeke and Cody walk into the apartment, mouths agape.  There was a staircase spiraling upward to where the bedrooms were, and one wall was a window overlooking the surrounding area. The kitchen was large, and the living room had a flat screen TV and cushy couches. He can see a door that leads to a pool and a hot tub. Zeke tears his eyes from the tempting pool and looks over at her. She’s biting her lip again, hands hidden in her sleeves.

“What, no fishtank?” She smiles, “A little one in my room. It’s hot in here.”

“Well, why not take your hoodie off?”

“I…don’t have anything on under it. I’ll be back. We’re skipping school anyway, so if you guys want to get in the pool, there are a few pairs of trunks in the pool room.”

“Sure.” She smiles brighter and turns around to walk up the stairs. Cody whacks Zeke’s arm, “Do you know what this means? Soon enough, you’re going to get to see if I’m right.”

“That’s not what I’m here for. I’m here because I wanted to make sure she was okay and maybe relax a little with a cool girl who’s just a friend. Now come on. It’s late May and it’s hot.” They make their way to the pool room, change and head appreciatively to the cool water.  Zeke sinks in and immediately dunks his head and Cody flips into the pool. There’s a third splash and Eli’s in the water up to her neck, the water obscuring her body. Zeke smiles, “Come to the deep end!”  She shakes her head, “Maybe later.”

“I’ve got you, if you’re scared I mean.” He smirked. She personally thought his smirk beat Cody’s in the ‘panty dropper’ department, but she figured that was a thought best kept to herself. Instead, she smiles and shakes her head again, “I’m fine.” He shrugs, “Suit yourself.” He sinks under the water, a blur of tan and dark brown and freckles, and she tips back in the water and floats.

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