chapter 12- jostling for position

“Oh? Gotta giiiirlfriend?” Alana pried, as she teased Trevor by pinching his cheek.

“I do.” Trevor admitted, as he pushed Alana’s hand away from his face, and focused on getting the last few splinters out of Alana’s skin. He hated it when she tried to treat him like a kid.

Alana did her best to hide her shock. It was totally reasonable for him to have a girlfriend; after all, he’d turned into a freaking gorgeous looking guy. It was just.. From the way he’d been acting toward her.. She just figured he was single. It was weird. She felt almost.. disappointed. However mixed up she felt, Alana didn’t show it.

“What’s her name? Is she pretty? I want details.” Alana continued, while she feigned enthusiasm. She finally had Trevor on the defensive. She wasn’t going to stop now.

“Jill. Haha, she’s very pretty. We’ve been dating for a few months. She’s on the track team, err, she was. She’s currently on academic probation. She’s enrolled in the summer session to fix her GPA.” Trevor revealed, as Alana smirked in a judgmental fashion. She liked seeing Trevor like this. He was flustered. Just like he’d get when he was younger.

“Pretty but dumb? Can’t say I blame you. I’ve dated my fair share of beautiful idiots.” Alana joked, as Trevor could tell from the tone of her voice, that Alana was enjoying belittling him.

“She’s not dumb. Just a little, immature.” Trevor countered. He scanned Alana’s underbelly but couldn’t see any more splinters, “I think that’s all of them.”

“*Phew!* thank you. Now take a look at my butt.” Alana ordered, as she turned around and Trevor was thrown for a loop. Was Alana asking him to check her out??

“W-what?” Trevor gulped, as he eyed Alana’s fleshy tooshie.

“I think I might have another splinter.” Alana elaborated, as her hands glossed over her meaty behind.

“Oh, sure. I’ll take a look.” Trevor responded in a relieved fashion.

“See any?” Alana impatiently wondered.

“No.” Trevor responded after his search had concluded. He suspected if she had any splinters on her butt, they might be under her bikini bottoms.

“But I can feel one..” Alana complained, as Trevor pulled the fabric on one side of Alana’s big butt cheeks down and scanned her big bare butt. She gasped in response to his actions, “Trevor?!”

“What? I see one. There was a lot of ass to check.” Trevor defended himself, as he simultaneously teased Alana for her big butt.

“Well..” Alana mumbled, as his reasoning made sense and the embarrassment from his passive aggressive statement hit her. “Just get it.”

“Done. Feel anymore?” Trevor asked, as he groped Alana’s behind with both hands in search of anymore spots that might be bothering her. He knew he was going a step too far, but Alana wasn’t stopping him. Maybe she liked the way he was touching her butt. He certainly liked getting back at her for trying to act like she was still his babysitter.

“Nope, not that I can feel.” Alana managed to mutter. Was it weird she kinda liked the way Trevor was touching her? Trevor was just being nice right? He had a girlfriend so he couldn’t be flirting. She’d probably been misreading him all night. It was just her dry spell messing with her senses, “*Phew* You’re the best. Jackie’s real lucky.”

“You mean Jill.” Trevor corrected Alana.

“Oh right, Jill.” Alana bopped her head. She couldn’t believe she messed up her name. She had just been so concerned with getting those damn splinters out.. she’d was distracted. That was it. “I’m sorry, I was..”

*GROWL*

“Hungry?” Trevor inquired, as the noise that grumbled from Alana’s belly filled the room.

“Yeah. I didn’t eat dinner.” Alana blushed. Her hunger was another thing the splinters had blunted the feeling of. Now that they were out, she really needed some food.

“Wanna order something?” Trevor suggested, as he stood upright and towered over Alana.

“What about the rehearsal dinner? Shouldn’t you be there?” Alana gulped, as Trevor’s masculine stature chipped away at some of her previous bravado when he’d been on his knees.

“No, I hit a ton of traffic by D.C. I told them I couldn’t make it on time. They know my college is far away, so they won’t care.” Trevor warmly replied, as his eyes valiantly tried to remain on Alana’s softer looking face and not the bulging breasts pressing against the meager confines of her white bikini.

“Well then,” Alana smiled, while her stomach wrestled control of her voice from her brain, “Wanna order me pizza??”