She’s Wishing for What He’s Wanting [Part 1]

**Side Note: The story has a bit of an intro. If you want to skip over it and get to what's good and juicy, go to part 3. I would highly recommend reading the whole thing through, just to know what the fuck is going on and enjoy the story as a hole. Enjoy**

--=1=-

She was a relatively quiet one, Lena Taylor. But that was only until you got to know her. Tall, skinny, and secretly playful. Ok, so a few details about her: She had long straight brown hair with bright green eyes. She had a small chest, B-cup, but she wasn’t ashamed of it. If you’re looking for a big ass, she doesn’t have that either. But I’m pretty sure that everything else about her can make up for that.

“They are going to love you, I promise,” said Mackenzie, “Like I said, usually all of my friends are guys, so when they see me come home with a girl, they’ll be nothing but thrilled.”

“Wow, sounds like you were raised by a family of lesbians only hoping for ‘good news.’”

“Har har, very funny. Anyway, this vacation is going to be so fucking awesome! It’s going to be a whole month of my summer home, beaches, swimming, camping, sports, and ooh guys galore!”

“I’m just looking forward to a month of no school work to be honest. It’s about time we took a break from classes. I mean seriously, who was I fooling... Chemistry as a Major? Like, what the fuck.”

“At least you can pull off good grades Lena. But enough about that. Tomorrow, it’s Virginia time!”

And that was that. The next day the two girls set off for a day’s trip of strictly driving. Music blaring, feet and arms out the window, even the occasional flirtation with a passerby. It was only a matter of time before they pulled up to the gorgeous golden white beach-house.

“Wow, you live here?!” Lena’s jaw dropped.

“Yea, only during the summer though. Oh c’mon, they’re waiting inside!”

They dropped their bags and raced into the huge palace. At the door greeting them was Mrs. Perretti. Handful of flowers and wearing a huge grin, she stood with open arms.

“Oh look who just happened to drop by! It’s our lovely Mackie, and … oh my god. Who’s this?!”

“Well,” Mackenzie began, “I know I said I was bringing Brian and all, but I thought a good heart attack would be more fun. This is Lena Taylor. We met in chem this semester, and boy am I glad I did.”

“You weren’t kiddin’ when you said guy friends,” Lena whispered, “Pleasure to meet you Mrs Perr-“

“Genna, call me Genna. Anyway, let’s get you girls settled in. Ted! Come help the girls unpack.”

“Girls? What, did you go and pack too?”

--=2=--

It was dinner time as four of them settled down to eat and chat.

“No seriously mom, you should see her work, she’s a fucking genius.”

“God, will you cut it out. It’s really nothing, seriously,” retorted Lena, rolling her eyes. It was at that moment that some rustling sounds came from the garage.

“That must be Rye!” exclaimed Mackenzie.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend Mackie.”

“What? I don’t. It’s my brother.”

“…Brother?”

“Yes, brother. Also known as a sibling of this person you call a friend. Which, by the way, never mentioned she had a brother?” said Rye as he stumbled into the kitchen, arms full of luggage.

Lena blushing, smiled as she darted her look away.

“Must have ‘slipped my mind.’”

“Oh please. You’re not going on about that again are you?”

Lena wasn’t even paying attention to their li’l fight; she was feasting over Rye’s well toned body. He wasn’t ripped, but he sure as hell wasn’t spaghetti. Standing a tall 6’3” with well defined, chiseled features, and amazing grey eyes, was her man. He had no hair. She could tell he shaved it off. It was starting to stubble. Lena found that both cute, and very hot. Less to grab, more to scratch. She tilted her head in awe, gazing at him. Or at least what she considered gazing, to others, it was complete staring.

She quickly snapped out of her little world as his hand stuck out to greet her. “Hi, I’m Rye, Mackie’s ex-brother.”

A nervous giggle escapes Lena’s lips, but she eagerly shakes his hand anyway. “Hi. Lena.”

“Funny, I could have sworn I was going to have a punch-bag to play with for the break.”

“No, Brian had other things to do. Besides, Lena deserves this, and in all honesty, I’m really glad I brought her,” replied Mackenzie, looking at Lena, who was fiddling with her plate. “Come, let’s unpack. I have a lot to show you anyway.”

The two girls strolled away to their room with all their bags and carriages. But before Lena was whisked away, she caught a slight gleam across the face of Rye. He watched her as she climbed the stairs effortlessly.