In A Perfect World
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,620
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Without thinking, acting on reflex, Kerry popped out of her chair and grabbed for the towel that was still slung around Grant’s neck. She held on tight and somehow was able to counterbalance his fall. Pulling with all her might, she got him up far enough that they were able to hook hands onto forearms and first steady, then right themselves. While not without injury, her split second save at least prevented a call to 911 for a fractured skull. The jerk that caught Grant and kept him from going down did cause a sort of whiplash soreness.
Grant moaned a little while rolling his head around and rubbing himself on his back at the base of the neck. “AW!! Man!! Nice save! Cassie”
“Sorry for the hard jerk”, Kerry replied, seating herself, “but I just couldn’t see ruining this nice pool deck with a big red stain.” A cocky smile formed on her lips as she finished the sentence.
“Oh, didn’t want to ruin the deck, huh?” Grant was still rubbing his neck, “yea, I can see where a big crimson puddle might concern the guests.” He wasn’t letting her smart aleck comment get to him.
Grant was still rubbing his neck, using both hands, fingers to the back thumbs across his throat. The look on his face showed that the yank that saved his head from becoming a casaba had done a job on the neck that held it up.
“Oh, fer cryin’ out loud! You’ll never work out any kinks that way!” Kerry stood up and headed for a position behind Grant’s chair. She was already standing behind him when she realized what she’d said, and what she was about to do. While moving on with the back rub, how could she stop now anyway??? Kerry chastised herself > This is how I got into trouble last time!!<
She could instantly feel the tenseness that the save had caused; his neck muscles were hard and stiff. She plied at them with all the strength her hands could muster, trying to ignore the voluminous wave of déjà vu that hit her like a 2x4 across the forehead.
>I couldn’t even begin to guess what’s going through his mind right now. I wonder if he thinks he’s on his way to bedding a “set of twins”? Hell, I wonder if he’s on his way to bedding a set of twins!?! Nah!! Guys don’t have memories like that, I’d be honestly surprised if he had the slightest thought that this was at all familiar. He’s far to concerned about what ‘Cassie’ might know about him and Kerry to even think of what started it all.< Kerry was lost in the conversation she was having with herself, not paying attention to what her hands were doing. They were on auto pilot, her thumbs making hard, deep circles in Grant’s shoulder muscles just above the scapula, while her fingers kneaded the rigid band of muscle running across the top of his shoulders.
Grant sat in the poolside chair, slightly slumped, letting his head loll around where ever it may in response to Kerry’s rubbing. >Mmmmmmmm, this feels sooooo good!< he’s thinking to himself, >If all I’ve got to do to get this is almost fall out of a chair, no problemo!! Oh, well maybe a small problemo, if nobody catches me, Cassie’s right, I’d make a real big puddle on the floor when I hit it.<
Kerry was getting more and more comfortable, and her mind began to form torturous thoughts of sneakiness and treachery. She extended her shorter kneading motions, making longer passes up and down either side of Grant’s spine. Still using her thumbs to knead and ply at his major back muscles, allowed her fingers to dance along his sides, effectively ticking his ‘love handles’ (if he had any), or if he were ticklish. She knew she was very close to the edge, probably on the verge of toppling off into oblivion, but didn’t care. Cassie or Kerry, one or the other, was going to get her satisfaction!
Grant was just about to nod off into la-la land when he felt a brush along his ribcage. It didn’t really startle him, and it certainly didn’t tickle, but it did bring him to immediate consciousness and total awake-ness. His posture didn’t change and he still sat slumped but comfortable in the chair while ‘Cassie’ worked magic on his tight, sore muscles. But still he thought, >What the heck was that??< He was just about to brush it off and allow himself to again get lost in ‘Cassie’s’ attentions when she spoke.
“Now, you let me know if I tickle you! I don’t want all this hard work of mine to get canceled out by a surprise jump because I hit a ticklish spot!” >Oh, Kerry< she thought to herself, >where the hell are you going??<
Grant was once again snapped to attention. Something was screaming at him from way back in the recesses of his brain. He could feel it, but it hadn’t made it all the way forward.
“I’m not really ticklish”, he responded.
"You aren't ticklish?" she asked in mock disbelief. Still not knowing where she was going.
"Well, I've got one ticklish spot……." Grant let his sentence trail off as the screaming in the back of his brain reached the front, and at full volume no less.
Without thinking, acting on reflex, Kerry popped out of her chair and grabbed for the towel that was still slung around Grant’s neck. She held on tight and somehow was able to counterbalance his fall. Pulling with all her might, she got him up far enough that they were able to hook hands onto forearms and first steady, then right themselves. While not without injury, her split second save at least prevented a call to 911 for a fractured skull. The jerk that caught Grant and kept him from going down did cause a sort of whiplash soreness.
Grant moaned a little while rolling his head around and rubbing himself on his back at the base of the neck. “AW!! Man!! Nice save! Cassie”
“Sorry for the hard jerk”, Kerry replied, seating herself, “but I just couldn’t see ruining this nice pool deck with a big red stain.” A cocky smile formed on her lips as she finished the sentence.
“Oh, didn’t want to ruin the deck, huh?” Grant was still rubbing his neck, “yea, I can see where a big crimson puddle might concern the guests.” He wasn’t letting her smart aleck comment get to him.
Grant was still rubbing his neck, using both hands, fingers to the back thumbs across his throat. The look on his face showed that the yank that saved his head from becoming a casaba had done a job on the neck that held it up.
“Oh, fer cryin’ out loud! You’ll never work out any kinks that way!” Kerry stood up and headed for a position behind Grant’s chair. She was already standing behind him when she realized what she’d said, and what she was about to do. While moving on with the back rub, how could she stop now anyway??? Kerry chastised herself > This is how I got into trouble last time!!<
She could instantly feel the tenseness that the save had caused; his neck muscles were hard and stiff. She plied at them with all the strength her hands could muster, trying to ignore the voluminous wave of déjà vu that hit her like a 2x4 across the forehead.
>I couldn’t even begin to guess what’s going through his mind right now. I wonder if he thinks he’s on his way to bedding a “set of twins”? Hell, I wonder if he’s on his way to bedding a set of twins!?! Nah!! Guys don’t have memories like that, I’d be honestly surprised if he had the slightest thought that this was at all familiar. He’s far to concerned about what ‘Cassie’ might know about him and Kerry to even think of what started it all.< Kerry was lost in the conversation she was having with herself, not paying attention to what her hands were doing. They were on auto pilot, her thumbs making hard, deep circles in Grant’s shoulder muscles just above the scapula, while her fingers kneaded the rigid band of muscle running across the top of his shoulders.
Grant sat in the poolside chair, slightly slumped, letting his head loll around where ever it may in response to Kerry’s rubbing. >Mmmmmmmm, this feels sooooo good!< he’s thinking to himself, >If all I’ve got to do to get this is almost fall out of a chair, no problemo!! Oh, well maybe a small problemo, if nobody catches me, Cassie’s right, I’d make a real big puddle on the floor when I hit it.<
Kerry was getting more and more comfortable, and her mind began to form torturous thoughts of sneakiness and treachery. She extended her shorter kneading motions, making longer passes up and down either side of Grant’s spine. Still using her thumbs to knead and ply at his major back muscles, allowed her fingers to dance along his sides, effectively ticking his ‘love handles’ (if he had any), or if he were ticklish. She knew she was very close to the edge, probably on the verge of toppling off into oblivion, but didn’t care. Cassie or Kerry, one or the other, was going to get her satisfaction!
Grant was just about to nod off into la-la land when he felt a brush along his ribcage. It didn’t really startle him, and it certainly didn’t tickle, but it did bring him to immediate consciousness and total awake-ness. His posture didn’t change and he still sat slumped but comfortable in the chair while ‘Cassie’ worked magic on his tight, sore muscles. But still he thought, >What the heck was that??< He was just about to brush it off and allow himself to again get lost in ‘Cassie’s’ attentions when she spoke.
“Now, you let me know if I tickle you! I don’t want all this hard work of mine to get canceled out by a surprise jump because I hit a ticklish spot!” >Oh, Kerry< she thought to herself, >where the hell are you going??<
Grant was once again snapped to attention. Something was screaming at him from way back in the recesses of his brain. He could feel it, but it hadn’t made it all the way forward.
“I’m not really ticklish”, he responded.
"You aren't ticklish?" she asked in mock disbelief. Still not knowing where she was going.
"Well, I've got one ticklish spot……." Grant let his sentence trail off as the screaming in the back of his brain reached the front, and at full volume no less.