[JMM] Picture Prompt
Prompt
“Are you sure we’re allowed to be here?”
Eighteen year-old Ben flashed her a flawless grin, before sliding his legs into the hot tub with a happy sigh. He loved the family hot tub. It was one of his favorite places. “My dad owns the house. Trust me-it’s legit.”
Marissa-or was it Melissa-just blinked at him for a moment, before sliding in after him, letting the water slip up around her shoulders. She then glanced up at the house, as she reached back to tie her hair up over her head. “Your dad owns this place? It’s huge.”
“He’s in oil,” Ben nodded slowly. “Old money. So naturally, we have a lot of it.”
“Wow,” she replied, before leaning in slightly. “It must be nice, having all that cash lying around.”
“Eh,” he said with a shrug. “We get by.” He then slid an arm across her shoulders, leaning in closer to her. “But enough about me-I already know plenty about me. I want to talk abut you.”
The blond shifted slightly, turning to face him some more, before giving him a slight grin. “Do you want to talk, or do you want to talk?”
He grinned back at her, leaning in closer so that his face was inches from hers. “I’m not opposed to either form of talking.”
“Good then,” she said with a nod, before leaning into him and sliding a hand against the back of his neck. “Let’s talk.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a happy grin as he leaned in to kiss her, letting his hands run over her back under the water. There were times when he really, really loved his family’s money.
And this just happened to be one of them.
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“Are you sure we’re allowed to be here?”
Eighteen year-old Ben flashed her a flawless grin, before sliding his legs into the hot tub with a happy sigh. He loved the family hot tub. It was one of his favorite places. “My dad owns the house. Trust me-it’s legit.”
Marissa-or was it Melissa-just blinked at him for a moment, before sliding in after him, letting the water slip up around her shoulders. She then glanced up at the house, as she reached back to tie her hair up over her head. “Your dad owns this place? It’s huge.”
“He’s in oil,” Ben nodded slowly. “Old money. So naturally, we have a lot of it.”
“Wow,” she replied, before leaning in slightly. “It must be nice, having all that cash lying around.”
“Eh,” he said with a shrug. “We get by.” He then slid an arm across her shoulders, leaning in closer to her. “But enough about me-I already know plenty about me. I want to talk abut you.”
The blond shifted slightly, turning to face him some more, before giving him a slight grin. “Do you want to talk, or do you want to talk?”
He grinned back at her, leaning in closer so that his face was inches from hers. “I’m not opposed to either form of talking.”
“Good then,” she said with a nod, before leaning into him and sliding a hand against the back of his neck. “Let’s talk.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a happy grin as he leaned in to kiss her, letting his hands run over her back under the water. There were times when he really, really loved his family’s money.
And this just happened to be one of them.
291 words