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May 11 Summer In Maine: Part 6
Summer In Maine: Part 6
School of Rock
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I made it back with plenty of time. I set up an online music
account on Emily's laptop, and we sat at the table downloading songs by Chuck
Berry, Stevie Ray Vaughn, BB King, some David Gilmour and Eric Clapton.
"Are you turning my kid into a rock star?" Summer
asked leaning on my shoulder, watching us select songs.
I laughed. "Why not?" Emily hopped up out of her
chair and started playing air guitar as I hit play on Johnny B. Goode. As it
wound down she dropped to the floor kicking her feet. I laughed even harder.
"I think I've seen that move before."
Em got up breathing hard. "What about you, this is all
guitars. Do you have any piano music?"
"That I do." I popped open the browser and found a
video of one of my favorites. The song started and a rap sounded on the door, Summer
answered it. A shuffle of people and chattering was going on and a pretty girl
shot out from around Summer and came over to the table where we were.
"Hey Jessie, this is Pete," in an exaggerated
whisper she followed up with, "he's my mom's boyfriend." I grinned at
that.
"How are you Jessie?" I asked. "Think you can
help with Emily’s studying tonight?" Her expression froze on the
word study.
"Relax, we're just going to listen to some music, not
do algebra." Emily said, calming her friend.
I stood up as the ladies approached, a woman a few years
older than Summer walked beside her with a big smile on her face. Summer made
the introductions and hands got shaken the big grin remained.
"Alright girls, are you ready? Let's get a move on we
need to stop at the store and pick up some food on the way back to the
house." Diane announced. "It's good to meet you Pete, hopefully we'll
get to see more of you around here in the future." She winked playfully.
"I'll be glad to oblige." I replied with an equal
grin. Jesse helped Emmy gather up her gear and they headed for the door.
Summer stepped back in the kitchen rolling her eyes. She
stopped and looked into my eyes, and bit her lip. "Now what?"
I grinned and shrugged. "What do you normally do on
Saturdays?"
"Clean, do laundry, run errands, the usual." She
chuckled.
"Where's the vacuum?" I asked. "Four hands
are better than two."
We cleaned the place up pretty quickly, with a hand reaching
out to give a gentle back rub, or an occasional kiss in passing.
"I might keep you around, you look damn sexy pushing a
vacuum." She smiled as we sat and polished off the left-overs from
breakfast for lunch. "You cook, you clean, you rescue damsels in distress,
and you're amazing in the sack. Is there anything you can't do?"
"Well when your mother is Martha Stewart and your
father was Superman, no." I laughed.
Summer smiled. "I almost wish we were staying in
tonight, Clark junior."
"With the depleted state of your fridge, we'll likely
be eating bread and water." I replied.
"Damn that's another thing we need to do."
"Was that the towels in the dryer? They should be fine,
let's go do it now. Do you have a list?"
Summer shook her head and peeked into the freezer for a
minute, then opened the pantry cupboard. "Was that all the eggs?"
"Yup, and don't forget the OJ."
We wandered through the store and I watched as Summer filled
in the cart I had.
"Do you do anything special on Sundays? You know,
family dinner or anything like that?" I asked.
"No not really. Sometimes I'll make something big that
we can eat for a few days in left-overs. Why?"
I just shrugged and smiled. As we picked out the groceries I
picked out a few things, made an occasional inquiry as to what Emily and her
liked to eat. A few more things got added to the cart and she gave me a shrewd
look.
"What are you planning?" She asked with a sly
smile.
I shrugged and smiled again. "Something going along
with the theme. When do you think Emily will be home."
We finished the shopping, and after a little head butting I
slid my card and paid for the groceries.
"You're saving me a hotel and eating out, it's the
least I can do." I argued and gave her back her little scowl.
"Besides, you're so cute when you're angry." I prepared to duck but
all I got was a raised eyebrow. We got everything into the house and unpacked, Summer
turned and leaned on the counter, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her
face.
"I hope I can keep awake during our date. What are we
doing tonight?"
"Dinner for one, but that's a given, I need you to
build up your strength." I winked, the rest is a closely guarded secret.
"I got it, no jeans or sneakers." She looked up at
the clock. "Where are we going?" She sounded piqued. I just chuckled.
"Well we do have about an hour drive to get there, so
we should be ready before 6."
She just looked at me wide-eyed for a moment and swiveled
her head to look at the clock. "Crap, I'd better get a move on. It's not
as easy for us girls to get ready as you guys. It takes time for us to be
presentable."
I smiled. "The only thing you need to do is
change."
"No jeans." She parroted with me, making us both
laugh. She leaned in for a kiss. "I get the shower first." She got up
and sashayed into the other room.
"Damn, the only thing sexier than you in jeans, is you
out of jeans." I called out.
She came back in a long pink fuzzy robe a few moments later.
"The same could be said for you." She leaned down and kissed me
again. I took the liberty of slipping a hand up her leg, noting she was shower
ready.
"You sure you don't want to conserve water and shower
together?" I said smiling.
"If you join me, you may want to cancel the
reservations now." She winked.
"I guess I'll just have to restrain myself then."
I sighed, then frowned.
"Aww! You look like you lost your puppy." She said
with a laugh.
I gave her a light pat on the rump. "You'd better get
in there before I lose my mind and take you right here."
"Promises, promises." She said with a wink.
I had been relegated to using Emily’s room to get
ready, Summer didn't want me to see her getting ready, she wanted to make an
entrance. She made her way from bath to bedroom, singing a song under her
breath, pausing to smile at me as she passed, and continuing her song. "So
let’s get it over and just get naked, With sweat dripping' down your
little back." I recognized the song, she sang it when we were in
Maine at the beach house, the lyrics were definitely not something you'd hear
on the radio.
I got my chance at the shower, the floral and fruity smell
of soap and shampoo hung heavily in the humid air. I took a deep breath of it
and closed my eyes a fleeting thought of kissing her neck, the scent of her
intoxicating like a tropical flower. I finished and went across the hall and
began dressing, keeping an eye to each detail as I donned the dark gray suit.
The tailor at the shop that helped measure me told something I had no idea of,
"a well-tailored suit is to women what lingerie is to a man." I had
to trust her, she was a woman after all. I finished up getting the tie dimpled
properly and setting the pocket square how she'd shown me. I remember something
she said when she was kitting me out. "She must be a very special
lady." I responded that, "she is a very special lady," with a
smirk. I made my way out to the kitchen laying my overcoat across the back of
one of the chairs and checked to make sure I had everything I needed. Spinning
my wrist to check my watch, we had a few minutes before we needed to leave.
"Do you need a hand in there? I could call in the Army
or something." I hollered.
"Oh hush! I'll be right out!" She answered through
the door. A few more minutes passed before I heard the door open, only darkness
beyond. "Prepare yourself, I hope you're not disappointed."
"Oh stop..." I began as she walked into the
kitchen light. She stopped tilting a hip, bringing one knee in front of the
other like a runway model. She glowed in the dim light, her hair long, tucked
back on one side with a silver barrette. Her eyes boring into me watching my
every movement as I took her in. She wore a short sweater dress in wide gray
and black stripes with knee high gray suede boots. Naturally tall, she was tall
or taller than I was as my eyes slowly climbed back up to her face. The hint of
a smile appeared as I took her all in.
"Speechless, huh, that bad?"
I cleared my throat quickly. "No, no! You look
stunning." I said with complete honesty.
"You look pretty handsome yourself." She
responded, her voice husky as she looked me up and down.
"The tailor was right." I thought with a smirk.
The twinkle in Summer's eye was causing my heart to melt a bit.
"Do you have a coat?" I asked, and she took one
from the hall closet. I held my hand out for it and she smiled as I opened it
for her to slip on.
"Such a gentleman."
"I'll do my best." I replied grinning as I took my
coat and we left.
We made our way north to the city. I ignored her gentle
prods to find out where we were going. She reached over and took my free hand
while I drove. She didn't grip it tightly, but ran her fingertips along the seams
of my palm, her thumb rubbing lazy circles across the back. She was quiet, but
I could feel the hum of anticipation. I only hoped things didn't fall short of
her expectations.
I pulled up in front of the restaurant and a valet came
around opened Summer's door as mine opened at the hand of another. He walked
her around the front of the Jeep and handed her over to me with a big smile. We
walked towards the door slowly.
"Are you nuts?" She said under her voice.
"This is going to cost a fortune."
"Don't worry," I replied, "haven't you ever
heard of dine and ditch?" I said chuckling. "I'm not saying we're
going to do this every Saturday, but you only live once. So let's relax and
enjoy tonight." We stepped inside the lavish foyer where the host welcomed
us. I gave him my name and he smiled checking off a list and asked if we'd like
to check our coats before we were seated. I took Summer's before removing mine
and handed them over to the coat room attendant. I turned to find Summer
looking around with wide eyes, her lower lip held tightly in her teeth as she
fondled her little heart pendant nervously.
"This way please." He said turning towards the
dining room. Without thought Summer's hand slipped around my arm. I smiled and
led her to the table. She got more than one look of admiration as we passed
other tables. The host held her chair for her as she sat with a little smile
thanking him. I sat down as he told us who our server would be and left.
Summer watched as he stepped away and ducked her head
slightly whispering. "I feel like such a grown up." I had to stifle
my laugh.
We ordered cocktails and then dinner. Summer indulging her
love of seafood, I sat watching her eyes roll back with every bite of her
scampi. The food was delicious, the wine as well. We finished with dessert and
cappuccinos. She noticed I peeked at my watch.
"Already tired of me?" She said with a pout.
"Just making sure we're on time for our next
stop." I smiled.
Her eyes opened wider. "There's more?"
I nodded with a smirk. "Not to worry, we're doing good
on time." I said sipping my coffee.
She gave me a shrewd look, then shook her head with a smile.
"I honestly don't know what I've done to deserve this kind of treatment,
but I like it." I chuckled at that. I paid the check, we collected our
coats and got the car headed towards our next stop. The club was in a converted
warehouse, the brickwork old and worn as we entered and I picked up the tickets
I'd ordered earlier in the week. Taking care of that, we were led to a small
table a few rows back from the stage. I held Summer's chair for her as she sat.
I sat beside her, the table set so we were practically side by side. She
reached under the table squeezing my thigh as she smiled. She had seen the
posters as we entered for the show and beamed at me knowing her love of music.
We ordered drinks and the show started. We listened, she sang along under her
breath to a few of the songs. At some point our chairs got much closer and my
arm was wrapped around her shoulder and she leaned into me putting her head on
my shoulder during one song. When it finished she looked up at me, our faces
close. She just tilted her head slightly her lips parting as mine met hers in a
deep kiss. The applause for the song was our backdrop for a moment. She pulled
back slightly, a smile spread across her face, her skin aglow in the dim light.
She excused herself and went off to the ladies room.
She returned a few minutes later set her clutch on the table
as she sat, slipped her hand out of it and slipped it into my jacket pocket and
withdrew it as she leaned in for another kiss. I smiled at her but the curiosity
got the better of me and slipped my hand into my pocket. I felt a warm damp
lacy bit of cloth. When the realization hit me I looked sidelong at Summer wide
eyed. She just looked up at the stage biting her lip again and slipping her
gaze sideways to me with a knowing smirk. She was lucky the club was crowded or
I would have double checked. I removed my hand from my pocket and rubbed my
nose smelling the musky scent of her. It inflamed the feeling that had been
smoldering in me since I'd seen her emerge from her bedroom earlier. I politely
declined another round from the waitress, and wondered how we could make a
hasty exit without it being obvious. As the set ended Summer leaned over and
whispered in my ear.
"There's a nice little park with a walk along the river
not far from here."
"That sounds nice." I said softly. I wasn't in the
mood for an encore. I stood carefully buttoning my coat hoping my arousal
didn't show. Summer stood gathering her things and we made our way out to the
entrance to collect our coats.
Once in the car she directed me through the streets down to
the riverfront where found a place to park. We started down the walk to the
waterfront, at one end of the park was a large brightly lit fountain, there
were paths leading away down both river banks. She turned us toward the right
which led us northward, lamp posts lighting the way, benches lay covered in
autumn leaves, they lifted gently in the breeze off the water.
"Tonight has been amazing." She said wrapping her
arm around my waist pulling herself tightly under my arm. I smiled.
"I couldn't agree more." I said.
She stopped looking over her shoulder to make sure we
weren't being followed. The city had the feeling of people huddling inside in
this cold late hour. We were the only people around. She took my hand and led
me away from the walk way up the lawn under the trees, leaves rustling under
our feet. She stopped a few yards away and turned leaning against the trunk of
a large maple tree. She laid her hands behind her against the trunk as she
inhaled the scent of the dead leaves and smiled up at me in the dim light. I
took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. Her tongue slipped along mine
as her hand gripped my neck pulling me down into her. I felt dizzy like the
world had begun spinning around us and she was the only solid point which I
could hold onto. I broke away gasping for breath.
"How's a girl to keep from falling for you?" She
asked breathing heavily.
"I don't know, but don't let me stop you." I
smiled and kissed her again. Her hand slid up the front of slacks stroking me
firmly.
"I want you, right now." She said as she reached
for the zipper.
"Here?" I asked chuckling as I looked around
noting we were in darkness afforded by the leaves still clinging to the trees
above us. My zipper was down and her chilly hand found what it was looking for
and pulled me none to gently free of my clothing.
"Here, and now." She said stroking me firmly.
I slipped my hands under her coat pulling her dress up over
her hips. She spread her legs for me as she slid me into her damp heat. I
groaned deeply as she wrapped her long leather clad leg around my hip urging me
deeper. I reached around her grasping her exposed ass in my hands lifting her
slightly as I leaned into her and pulled her down as I thrust forward. We both
grunted as our mouths locked together. Her back arched away from the tree as I
plunged into her in short hard strokes. I had her other leg around me as I
drove forward with an urgency that scared me. She leaned her head back and
gasped letting out high pitched whispers urging me on. "Yes, yes!"
Being on edge all night it didn't take me long before I pitched forward pinning
her against the tree as I climaxed, all of the tension built up finally
releasing.
I gasped for breath, and opened my eyes realizing I was
staring at her little silver heart pendant. I was still holding her hard
against the tree, my fingers buried hard into her flesh. I relaxed slightly,
her legs jerked as she tightened her grip around my hips. "Don't worry I
won't let you fall."
"Too late." She said. I felt her tug the hair on
my head as she lifted my face up to hers and kissed me deeply. "I'm
already too far gone." She said smiling. "You're stuck with me."
"I wouldn't say stuck." I chuckled, my heart
settling back down to a normal rhythm. My arms were burning from holding her
up, but I had no intention of letting her go. It was a moment before she set
first one foot down, then the other, the feeling she could still fall over kept
her arms locked firmly around my neck. As our bodies separated a cool breeze
shot between us causing a shiver to run through Summer. She snatched the cloth
out of my breast pocket and tidied up as quickly as she could before yanking
her dress down to keep out the cold. She tidied me up as well before tucking me
back in. She grinned tucking it into the same pocket as her panties.
"I'll pay for the dry cleaning." She grinned.
"No need, I'm never cleaning this suit ever." I
laughed.
She leaned forward laying her head on my chest nuzzling up
under my chin. "I don't know what cologne you're wearing but it's a real
panty dropper."
I couldn't help myself and busted out laughing at that.
Laughter fizzed up from Summer as well.
"Well that was the selling point, I'm glad it lived
40 min
May 10 Summer In Maine: Part 5
Summer In Maine: Part 5
Hot Date
A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast
at Explicit Stories.

The tires hissed along the gravel drive as I pulled
alongside her Jeep. I walked to the door, bouquet in hand and rang the bell. I
took a deep breath, just as the door opened. A pretty girl stood there, dark
hair and piercing eyes stared intently at me for a moment. In a flash of an eye
a familiar crooked little smile crossed her face.
"Mom, your hot date is here!" She yelled over her
shoulder.
"Well don't make him stand on the step, let him
in!" Summer hollered back. I just started chuckling as Emily opened the
door. Emily cracked open the outside door and opened the inside door further.
"Come on in." She said.
"Hi Emily, I'm Pete." I said holding out my hand.
Already over five feet I could tell she was going to be tall like her mother.
"Are those for my mom?" She asked nodding at the
flowers. I just shook my head.
"No, they're for you." I said presenting them to
her. Her eyes grew wide and her expression got serious for a moment before she
took them with a smile.
"I'll be right out." Came the call from another
room. She laughed a bit after saying it. I began to think this was a calculated
move.
Emily set the flowers down and disappeared head first into a
low cupboard coming up with a vase. She filled it with water and put the
flowers into it, preening them to get them the way she wanted.
Summer came out of a short hallway dressed in jeans and a
blue and gray striped sweater. Her hair freshly brushed and a big smile on her
face.
"Hi." She said giving me a quick hug, and more
notably a slight push-off after. She noticed the flowers on the counter.
"They're beautiful. Thank you."
Emily turned and interjected with a grin. "He brought
them for me."
"Oh he did, did he?" She looked at me, the
eyebrows lifting.
I gave Summer a slight shrug and a wink. She just gave me a
quick eye-roll in return. "Score one for the visiting team." She
said, in a low voice.
"You're the fireman that saved my mom from drowning in
the ocean, huh?" Emily asked.
"Actually we responded to a fall victim that was out on
the rocks. If I hadn't braved the wild winds and pounding surf, she might not
have made it." I said. "She could have been lobster chow."
"Oh lord, the story gets more dramatic with the
telling." Summer joined in. "I fell on the rocks, luckily I had a
cell signal, and called for help. Pete here was one of the first responders and
promptly hauled me back to the sand and brought me to the walk-in clinic to get
X-rays. See? Not nearly as dramatic as you two make it sound."
"She was laid up for a week after, and I kept an eye on
her. I didn't want her to starve because she couldn't feed herself." I
added, a wicked glint in my eye.
"Yes, you can cook, and I certainly didn't want for
anything." She gave me a warning look that I should stop before more
questions began. "Is your stuff in the car Em?" Emily nodded at her
mother. "Grab your jacket, let's go I'm hungry." She said grinning.
Emily trotted up the hallway, and Summer stepped closer and we kissed deeply.
"Nice job with the flowers you clown." She ran her thumb across my
lip wiping away any telltale lip gloss.
"I do what I can." I grinned, and stepped back a
half step before Emily walked back into the kitchen.
We left, Emily yelled 'Shotgun!' and her mother quickly
squashed that plan, though I graciously got in the back seat and let her have
the front. Summer giving me a sidelong look, knowing I was indulging Emily for
my own sake.
"Is this your guitar in the back Emily?" I asked.
She turned as far as she could in her seat to reply.
"Yup, my teacher is going to be there tonight and we're
going to play."
"That's awesome! What are you going to be
playing?"
"You'll just have to wait and hear." She smiled, a
mirror of her mother’s impish grin.
Summer pulled up beside the fire house and parked between a
couple pickup trucks. We walked inside to the din of what sounded like a school
cafeteria. The engine sitting outside had made room for folding tables and
chairs to be set up in the bay. People were already seated and others milled
about talking and laughing.
"I'm going to find Jen." Emily said, wrestling her
guitar case through the crowd.
Summer was saying hi to people as we passed through the
crowd, but she kept moving like she was on a mission.
"Dale!" She called out. A large guy turned around,
he must have been six and a half feet tall. She wrapped an arm part way around
his waist and hugged him. "Come here I've got someone I want you to meet.
This is my rescuer, remember when I took that spill a couple summers back.
Pete, this is my uncle Dale."
"Hi there. Thanks for making sure she didn't end up as
fish bait." He said smiling, shaking my hand.
"Pete is applying to the fire department here, looking
to get hired for the new year." She added.
Dale's eye turned on me appraising openly. "Looking to
move to our neck of the woods are you?"
I nodded. "Yes sir." I didn't add anything so that
rumors wouldn't begin. The look in his eye got shrewd, and he knew exactly why
I was willing to pick up and move a thousand miles away from home. The reason
was standing right next to him.
"Hell don't call me sir, save that for her dad."
He said tilting his head towards Summer. "Call me Dale, good luck to you
Pete. Now go on and get some food before the kids clean us out." He said
smiling. We made our way through the crowd, Summer greeting people as she
passed, stopping a few times to introduce me around. We eventually found
ourselves in the chow line. Summer insisted on paying for us at the little card
table. She mentioned that hurricane Emily might blow through any minute. The
lady let her know that Emily had already come through the line.
We found a place to sit and eat at one of the tables. People
stopped to chat and moved on, the night had a familiar small town feel to it.
Before long we could hear the sound of guitars, chords being strummed here and
there. People started to grab seats, and there was Emily sitting on the left of
another girl and a woman. They were sitting around a music stand and Emily and
the other girl were watching the woman point things out on the sheet music. I
felt a hand grip my thigh and looked at Summer who was beaming at Emily with a
big grin on her face. A few moments later the woman began and the girls joined
in playing Van Morrison's Moondance instrumental. My foot began tapping and Summer's
grip tightened on my leg as I ran my arm over the back of her chair rubbing her
back. She turned to me with the silliest grin. I only hoped she was reminiscing
about when I played it for her at the summer festival. They gave way to the
Beatles Eleanor Rigby, then played John Denver's Take Me Home, which they sang.
Summer leaned in close to my ear and whispered. "Thank
you." Before giving me a peck on the cheek. I just wrapped my arm around
her and gave her a squeeze and smiled.
As the group finished the crowd erupted with applause, the
girls grinning ear to ear. The woman spoke up after the noise died down stating
that she had room for one more student this year if anybody knew someone
looking for lessons.
Emily packed her guitar away, and put her chair back with
the tables. She made her way back to where we were sitting and got caught up in
a bear hug from Summer.
"Alright, say goodbye to your friends, we need to get
going."
As we left I hollered shotgun and got front seat privileges
on the way back to the house. We chatted on the way back about other songs
Emily had learned, and how long she'd been playing. Coincidentally it had been
just over a year. Summer pointed out that she was a natural, learning very
quickly.
"We learned Moondance this summer. I figure if mom
liked it so much I wanted to learn it."
"Your mom likes Van Morrison?" I prodded.
"She's played his greatest hits until she practically
wore out the CD." Emily replied. I just grinned wider. Out of the corner
of my eye I saw Summer's expression and nearly bust out laughing as she tried
to look aloof, the twinkle in her eye giving her away.
"Well there are some other great musicians from that
era you might like. Maybe I can suggest a few for you to listen to." I
said.
"Do you play too?" She asked surprised.
"Not guitar. I play saxophone, clarinet, and dabble a
little in piano." I said.
"I can teach you." She said, excited.
She didn't begin to know how much I would love that.
"That would be awesome."
"Not tonight." Summer chimed in. "You need to
get ready for your sleep over, and that room of yours looks like a tornado
touched down in there." As we entered the house she told Emily that she
needed to get it cleaned up. Emily went down the hallway with a few sighs and
several eye rolls.
"Would you like something to drink?" Summer asked,
with an unusual look in her eye.
"Yes, please." I nodded, trying decipher it. She
opened the fridge and pulled a wine bottle out and began opening it. Music
started playing down the hall as Emily puttered around making more noise than
necessary. I turned from looking down the hall to look at Summer. She had
stopped opening the wine and I noticed her shoulders trembling slightly. I
stepped closer my hand circling her waist.
"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked softly.
"I don't know, it all seems to be happening so fast, I
feel like I'm waiting for the train to derail. You know? I get the feeling
something is going to go wrong and it's all going to blow up in my face."
She looked up, her eyes burning intently.
I chuckled. "How do you think I felt when I put that
note in the mail box and drove back down the mountain to wait and see if you'd
respond."
"Those were the scariest hours of my life." I
added softly, staring down at the wine bottle. "I mean I had no idea if
you'd call the cops, or call and tell me it was all a mistake and I should go
home, or worse, just throw it away, and me with it."
She spun around in my arms and wrapped her arms around my
neck kissing me fiercely. "If you think for a moment that it didn't hurt
to leave you like that, then you're crazy. I only did what I thought was
best."
"Ahem?" Came loudly from the hallway door. I tried
to release Summer from my grip but she just held tighter and gave me another
quick kiss.
"Better let her get used to it." She whispered,
before slowly letting go of me.
"Ready for inspection." Emily said saluting as she
stood at attention.
Summer let out a snort. "I bet. How much of it is
stuffed under the bed?" She asked as she spun Emily around and pointed her
down the hallway giving her a nudge.
As I watched them retreat down the hallway I felt a warm
glow deep inside me, the feeling enveloped me, eventually making the hair on
the back of my neck tingle. There was no other explanation for it, this just
felt right. I turned and poured the wine into the glasses, putting the bottle
back into the fridge as I listened to muffled conversation and shuffling as the
last of the cleaning was directed.
"Put the basket on the dryer, and I'll ask Pete if he
wants to join us for movie night." Summer said. She walked back toward me,
a grin on her face before she let out a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes.
"Still a disaster, but you can walk through it now." She smiled.
"So, on Friday nights we usually pick a movie to watch. It's sort of a
tradition, some mommy and me time. Care to join us?"
"So long as it's not an intrusion on the mommy and me
time." I said grinning back at her.
"Like I said, she's going to have to get used to you
being around. What better way to start."
"Well we better find something family friendly, you
know, no late night cable." I chuckled.
Summer laughed. "No and I'll make sure we don't bore
you with princesses and tiaras."
"You don't have to change what you'd normally watch on
my account." I replied.
"Well it is nearly Halloween, horror movies have been
popular the last few weeks, but they're getting old. What's your
favorite?"
I shrugged, giving her a non-committal look. "I'm
pretty easy going, though ax wielding, chainsaw revving, slasher flicks are a
little too much for me. I've decided a while back that I like being able to
sleep."
"I'm sure we'll find something." She smiled
wrapping her arms around my waist.
"So what's the verdict so far?" I asked softly
kissing her ear.
"Hmm?" She responded, running her lips up my cheek
leaving a trail of kisses.
"Emmy? Am I doing okay?" I prodded her.
She let go of my earlobe long enough to whisper. "Oh,
you're a shoe in. She asked me if you were my boyfriend, with a huge grin on
her face."
"Well?" I asked, wondering at her response.
She pulled back laying her forehead against mine. I could
see the little grin on her face, she bit her lip and said. "I think he
just might be if you like him. She nodded like a bobble head doll."
"Yes!" I whispered. "Easiest interview
ever."
"Am I going to walk into a room and find you two
sucking face every time?" Emily said, clearly not as exasperated as she
tried to sound.
"Only if I'm lucky." I replied.
"Go and get everything ready and I'll make the
popcorn." Summer said.
We sat down on the sofa, I ended up in the middle.
"What are we watching?" I asked.
"You choose." Emily said.
I took the controller and thought a moment and keyed in a
title to see if it was available, and it was.
"Ever heard of this one?" I asked as the film
poster popped up with a short synopsis.
Both shook their heads. "Nope, any good?"
"Well the book was fantastic, but I've never seen the
movie." I hit play, and the credits began. The movie was a hit, the
fantasy and magic captured Emily's imagination as she let out occasional
exclamations. I chuckled inwardly when I realized I had both of them tucked
under each arm. I don't remember when that happened but I certainly wasn't
going to complain about it.
"That was a good movie. I love when he went to find the
falling star and found the girl." Emily said.
"Sort of reminds me of how I found your mom on the
beach." I said.
"Oh please." Summer said, rolling her eyes and
giving me a poke in the ribs. Emily broke into a fit of giggles. "Alright
you, get ready for bed."
"But it's not even ten yet!" Emily shot back.
"It will be by the time you're done." Her mother
replied. "Now scoot, get a move on." Summer uncurled herself and
began to stand too. She reached into my lap to pick up the popcorn bowl and I
waved her hand away and picked it up standing up too. I set the bowl and
glasses on the counter as Emily trudged up the hallway with a sigh. An equal
sigh came from Summer as she wrapped her arms around me from behind. I felt her
soft warm lips meet the nape of my neck.
"Thank you." She said.
"For what?"
"For everything. You don't think she snuggled up to you
just because you had the popcorn, do you."
"Well, it was really good popcorn." I smiled. I
got another poke in the ribs for my comment.
"No. She likes you."
"She's pretty terrific, like a mini you." I said
turning in her arms holding her closer.
"Mom!"
I just began chuckling as Summer buried her head in my neck.
"God help us if we're out of toothpaste." She mumbled before giving
me a kiss and turning to go find the source of the distress.
"What babe." She said as she walked down the
hallway, and turned into the bath.
I washed the wine glasses by hand, returning to the cupboard
she'd taken them from earlier. They both came back into the kitchen a few
minutes later.
"Goodnight Pete." Emily said.
"Sweet dreams pumpkin." I said, not quite sure
where that came from. She launched herself at me hugging me like she was
holding on for dear life.
"Thank you for saving my mom." She sniffled. I
hugged her back just as tightly and gave her a peck on the top of the head.
"You're welcome, but I think it was your mom that saved
me. Hopefully we'll have time to figure that out."
"Take all the time you want." She smiled up at me
before she turned and trotted over to her mom, gave her a big hug and kiss and
disappeared down the hallway with a parting goodnight.
Summer stood across the room from me leaning back against
the door jamb, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked side long down the
hallway. A few minutes passed before she let out a sigh. "I have got to
stop overestimating how smart I think I am."
I chuckled at that.
"Seriously! You know why she called me into the
bathroom?" She asked.
"I'm guessing it wasn't because she was out of
toothpaste."
"No! She gave me the kind of interrogation I'd expect
from my mother! She asked stuff I hadn't even thought of yet." She
chuckled nervously. "Is he moving in? Are you two getting married? If he's
moving here, what does his family think of that. Does he know you can't have
more kids? That last one threw me, not because I had thought of it when you and
I spoke the other day, but that she thought of it!"
I walked over to Summer and leaned down and kissed her
softly. "Well, I've added another piece to the puzzle, she's just trying
to figure out how it's going to fit."
"She wanted to know if you were staying the
night." Summer said glancing down the hall. "Damn she grew up
fast."
I laughed at that. "Yea they have a way of doing that
while you're not watching them. What did you tell her?"
She sighed again. "I told her that you were going home
for a couple months to finish out your year at work and that you'd be comi
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My heart was pounding in my chest. She had sounded
conflicted, like she wanted to see me, but had reservations. I forced myself to
take slow deep breaths before I ducked into my room and got my jacket. I tried
to calm down, and keep from speeding there but I also knew I'd need to find the
place. I followed the directions and found it easily. I was about twenty
minutes early. I asked for a booth in a quiet area, and let the hostess know a
friend was meeting me.
The waitress asked what I was having, and since it was my
birthday I decided to have a drink. Hopefully I wasn't going to need it. She
carded me and wished me a happy birthday. She returned with my drink and set it
down with a smile.
"This one's on me."
I smiled back thanking her. I started twirling the cold
glass in my hands looking into the amber liquid. I was lost in thought until I
heard a familiar voice say thank you. I looked up to see Summer walking towards
me. I slid out of the booth and she kept walking, a smile spreading across her
face as she got closer. She didn't stop, hitting me in the chest full force as
she wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me into a fierce hug. My arms
resumed their position as if she'd always been there.
"I almost didn't believe it when I saw the note. It was
a bit of a shock after all this time." She said softly into my ear.
"I don't know why I didn't come right away."
She didn't let go of me, and I didn't let go of her either.
She just smiled as she looked at my face. I noticed her hair was darker than I
remembered, summer had long since passed. Her eyes were bright, even in the dim
light of the room. She flicked her eyes over my shoulder.
"Sorry." She blushed.
"Oh don't be." The waitress said with a sly grin.
"Let me know when you're ready and I'll grab your drink order."
"What are you having?" Summer asked me.
"In honor of our last day together I got a cider."
She smiled and told the waitress she'd have what I was
having. We finally separated and sat down.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, more curious
than concerned.
I gave her a smirk and shrug. "I've missed you."
"That's sweet, but why now? I honestly thought if you
were going to chase me down you would have done it right away."
The waitress set down her drink, and asked if we wanted to
order any food. Summer ordered us a couple appetizers.
"The truth is I've missed you ever since the day you
left. I knew it wouldn't do me any good to chase after you. The last thing you
needed was a puppy following you home. So I moved on, or so I convinced myself.
I went to see Davy, and he'd already given my summer job to somebody else. You
saved me from a summer of boredom pumping fuel, and hauling ice."
"What did you do?"
"I caught a break, and went to school on the city's
dime." I lifted my jacket from beside me showing the logo I'm sure she
would recognize. Rockland FD,
"You're a fireman?" She asked, her eyes widened.
"That explains that."
"Explains what?" I asked.
She just grinned. "Have you looked in a mirror
lately?"
I rubbed my chin. "I did shave before coming, so
yea."
Summer rolled her eyes. "You can't tell me that you
haven't noticed that you've filled out a little. You still look like a young
'un. You must have to beat the girls off with a stick."
"What girls?" I asked.
She looked at me for a moment, a look of shock crept across
her face. "Pete, don't tell me you haven't moved on. Tell me you've been
out with girls your own age since I left." She said the last part softly,
but insistently.
"I've been on dates since you left." I said chuckling.
"I missed you, and I sought solace in the arms of other women. I'm such a
cad."
She let out a sigh of relief. "So why here? Why now?
It's not that I'm not happy to see you, honestly it isn't, but I'm getting the
feeling there's something more going on here."
"I've been out with a few girls, but I've only ever
been in love with one." I looked her in the eyes. I didn't need to tell
her who I meant. It was plain on her face that she realized it as soon as I
said it.
She looked at me her head tilting slightly, and reached over
and took my hands in hers. She took a deep breath.
"What we shared was amazing, but you need to move on
and live your life. You can't be in love with me. You're not even old
enough..."
I looked at her for a moment, and purposely raised an
eyebrow and lifted my glass and took a long pull off my cider.
"Okay, you're old enough to drink, but you're still so
young. What do you want with an old lady like me?"
"Whoa, hang on a minute. You're old? I wish you'd told
me when we were rolling around in the sheets like a couple of horny
teenagers."
"You WERE a horny teenager!" She growled at me.
"That hasn't been the case now for two years, to the
day." I replied. "I'd like to think I've had time to work it out,
think on it, and grow up a little."
She looked at me for a moment. "To the day? Your
birthday is today?"
I nodded.
"What about you? Have you been dating, are you in a
relationship?" I asked. I felt my heart sink as I waited for the blow.
"Happy Birthday." She said and lifted herself up leaned
across the table and kissed me.
The shock lasted a split second, her lips lingered in front
of mine. I didn't hesitate and leaned in and I closed the gap, this time
unhurried. Her kiss was soft and warm as her tongue brushed my lip tentatively
asking for permission to enter.
There was a soft shuffling noise and the close clink of a
plate. I was loath to part from her. Summer's eyes popped open looking into
mine shocked as she pulled back and sat down, her cheeks bright pink. I just
grinned. She peeked up at the waitress, who had a huge grin on her face as she
set the plates down on the edge of the table, rather than between us.
"You two lovebirds want another round?"
"Not just yet." I replied looking at our half-filled
glasses. As soon as the waitress walked away Summer started giggling, and I
quickly joined her.
"Oh those smell so good." She reached for a plate
and scooped a couple little dumplings onto it. She broke one in half and steam
rose out of it, after dousing it with mustard she blew on half of it, then
rather than eat it, she leaned over the table and offered it to me.
"Careful it's hot." She said stabbing the other
and popping into her mouth, chewing carefully.
It was hot, I gasped some air trying to cool it off as I bit
down. "What is this?" I asked tasting onion and bacon.
"Deep fried pierogis. They're so bad for you, but they
taste so good." Her eyes rolled up as chewed.
I hadn't let the fact that she didn't respond to my question
slip past.
"They are good," and I paused a moment to see if
she'd respond.
She let out a small sigh. "After a while... one of my
friends kept prodding me to get out of my funk. Trust me when I say, I was in a
bad way when I got home. I cried my eyes out for a week. There was a new doctor
that worked on C South. She kept pushing me at him, I guess because he'd been
asking about me. He asked me out, and after a couple invitations I finally
accepted."
She shrugged and made a grimace.
"So..."
"So? So what you want to know is whether or not I'm
still seeing him, or if things got more serious. Is that right?" She said,
a little smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
I just raised my eyebrows, in imitation of her expression,
which made her chuckle.
"If I were, would I be here feeding you, and swapping'
spit?" She said with a sharp twang.
I nearly choked on the bite she'd just fed me.
"Well I know you as the type who would let someone down
easily. You don't like to hurt people, least of all those you care about."
I said.
She nodded slowly. "How long did it take you to figure
out Emily hadn't broken her arm?"
I just grinned at her attempt to change the subject.
"So what happened with doctor wonderful?" At this point it wasn't
just an assumption that the doctor was history, it was more a matter of how.
She poked at the last bit on her plate with a fork before answering.
"It didn't work out. Once we'd done the deed, he seemed
to lose interest. Come to find out, he's got a reputation of burning through
coworkers. The reason he was new here was because he was asked to leave his old
hospital because of a harassment lawsuit brought by several women that he
worked with."
"So you dumped him?"
"Like a hot potato." She grinned. "Besides
Emmy hated him from day one. I should have taken her appraisal to heart."
The grip in my chest relaxed. "Was he..."
She raised her eyebrows at me this time, causing us to both
laugh at the mirrored expression.
"What? Was he the only one? Yes. I haven't been playing
bedroom bingo since I got home Pete. There, are you happy?"
I just smiled at her.
"You smug little shit." She said laughing.
"You are happy aren't you?"
I just nodded.
"You think I'm just going to fall into your bed like
nothing has changed? Is that it?" She said, still smiling.
I stopped smiling and shook my head gently. "No, and
technically, it was never my bed we fell into."
She got a shrewd look. "What then?"
I wasn't prepared for her to ask outright what it was that I
expected, but I didn't hesitate with my response.
"I'm in love with you, and I have been for over a year,
and I want to know how you feel about me."
She sat there wide eyed for a moment, her mouth hanging
open.
"Are you trying to catch flies?" I asked with a
smirk.
"You're serious?" She said softly.
I just nodded. "I'd move here, find a place, get a job
and hopefully start my training to become a paramedic. I can get into the
university as a resident, cheaper tuition, but mostly I just want to be with
you."
"You're crazy." She said softly.
"I've heard love does that to people."
"Hon, there's so much more to consider than just that."
She said, reaching across the table laying her hand on mine.
"I know, that's why I'm here now." I waited,
looked away from her for a moment and took a deep breath. "If it was
just... a summer fling. I'm okay with that, really I am. That doesn't mean I don't
want us to be friends."
Her hand gripped mine. "It wasn't like that at all. You
have to understand what was going on in my life at the time. You showed up at a
time when my self-esteem was crushed. I needed to feel loved, even wanted
again. You did that in a single afternoon. Sure at first I was upset with you
for being a peeping tom, but then I kind of liked the idea of a young guy
getting excited seeing me in all my glory. I felt desired. When you brought my
sorry, broken ass inside and made me lunch, got me the lotion for my sunburn,
and ice for my ankle. You cared about me, and you didn't even know me. I didn't
prompt you, you did it out of compassion, and that's something I needed right
then."
"And now?" I interjected.
She tightened her jaw as she thought about her response.
"It's different now. I'm different now. I came home and began rebuilding.
I like being self-sufficient for the first time in my life, I like knowing that
I can stand on my own two feet. I can be a good mother, make sure that dinner
gets on the table and the bills get paid. It's empowering." She looked
into my eyes. "I have you to thank for that."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. You picked me up and dusted me off,
figuratively and literally." She said, a tear slipped down her face.
I reached up and brushed it away, and she grinned.
"See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You care about me, and it
scared the hell out of me when I realized I felt the same way about you. That
last night you nearly crushed my rib cage while we talked, but I didn't want to
say anything because I was more afraid you'd let go, and I didn't want you to
ever let go."
"I was scared. Here I am a grown woman and I fell for a
teenager because he was infatuated with me after I took his virginity."
She said softly. "You were 19 for crying out loud, I should never have let
it happen."
I forced myself not to smile at that last statement.
"Do you think that if I can carry you across a lawn and through a house,
that I couldn't have stopped you? We didn't do anything that I didn't want to
do. We were both consenting adults, you didn't take advantage of me."
Summer just blinked her eyes and gave her head a little
shake. "I just want to make sure I'm understanding all of this. You want
to know if there's a chance for you and I to have a relationship, and you're
willing to uproot and move here. You want to know if I'm okay with that, is
that what you're really asking?"
"In short, yes." I said.
It took her a while to respond. "What if I said
no?"
"I could hope we'd remain friends. Maybe with a little
communication once in a while. Who knows, you might even want to come back to
Maine and visit, bring Emmy. There's a big summer camp just north of Camden.
Just as friends." I said, waving off the shrewd look that she gave me, as
if I were saying that we'd hustle Emmy off and get back to old times.
"What would happen if I said yes, and after you get
settled in, you get tired of hanging out with an old lady? Where does that
leave us then?" She countered. "You're a thousand miles from friends
and family, resenting my very existence."
I just smiled. "If I were worried about that, I
wouldn't be here right now."
I had the feeling her resolve was weakening when the corner
of her mouth turned upward. "You know, the real test isn't me, it's Emmy.
She knew Phil, the doctor I told you about, was a loser almost immediately. If
you don't make the cut with her..." She just shook her head.
"So I must win over the princess to have the hand of
the queen. It's a little backwards, but I like it. When can I set up my
interview?" I said laughing.
A sly smile crept across her face. "How long are you
here for?"
"Forever, starting after Christmas. I have to work a
full year at RFD or I'll have to pay back the tuition for school. I can be back
just after the holidays." I said. "I'm on two weeks’ vacation
so I don't really need to head back until the end of next week."
"I think I have just the thing then. Emily and I often
go down to the firehouse on Fridays where they have a fish fry. You can meet my
uncle while you're there, he's a fireman too."
"That would be fine. What about us?"
"What about us?" She mimicked, not understanding
my question.
"Would you do me the honor of going out on a date with
me?" I asked formally.
Her face lit up. "I'd love that. I'll find someone to watch
Emmy on Saturday. If Saturday is okay with you."
"Saturday will be fine." I said. The grin on my
face mirrored hers. Just then I realized that this meeting couldn't have gone
any better if I'd planned it this way.
Summer looked at her phone to check the time and said she
had to go pick up Emily at her mom's and get her home to bed. She insisted on
picking up the tab because it was my birthday.
"We'll make Saturday your real birthday dinner."
She winked as she set down the pen.
"C'mon walk me to my car." She said.
"Still have the Jeep?"
"Yup, not many warm days now, so I can't run around
topless." She said.
I chuckled, and got a punch in the arm before she joined in.
She tossed her handbag across to the passenger seat, as I watched her jeans
hugging that beautiful backside. I wanted to take things slow, but the
overwhelming sensation of everything going so well came over me. When she
turned back to face me I took her in my arms and kissed her like I hadn't in
years. Our lips met, her arms slipped around my neck pulling me deeper into her
as our tongues danced a familiar dance. My hands crept up the back of her
pullover, pulling us tighter together.
"I've been wanting to do that since you walked in the
door." I gasped.
"Pete?" She asked softly.
"Yea?" I tilted my head, wondering at her
questioning tone.
"Is this..." She stuttered. "I don't..."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She slipped a hand off my shoulder
and reached down between us grabbing the front of my jeans in a soft grip.
"Is this why your here?" She asked, her eyes
bright in the dim light of the street lamp. The look on her face told me that
this was a very important question, and nothing short of the truth would be
accepted.
I reached down between us taking her hand in mine and
brought it up and laid it on my chest. "This is why I'm here. It's been
empty for over a year, and I want to fill it again."
Without moving her hand she leaned in and kissed me again.
"Right answer." She whispered.
"I'll call you tomorrow. Happy birthday." She leaned
out and we kissed again.
She gave me a little wave as she drove off. I returned it. I
just looked down the road for a minute before I drove back to my motel.
I woke the next morning squeezing the pillow against my
chest tightly. I immediately sat up knowing there was a reason I woke this
fast, and the ringer went off again. I dove for my phone to answer it.
"Good morning sleepy head." Came the soft sweet
voice.
"Good morning sweets." I replied.
"I'm sorry, I know it's early and you're on vacation,
but I wanted to know what you had planned today."
I yawned. "Well I was going to go to the city and pick
up an a
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We made our way to the Jeep and I put our stuff in the back
and walked around to give her a hand into her seat. The look in her eyes was
dreamy as I closed her door and walked around to the driver's side. We drove
back in silence, her hand on my thigh giving it an occasional squeeze. When I
pulled into the driveway she looked over at me, the expression in her eyes was
full of longing. I got out and walked around the Jeep and grabbed the cooler
from the back and walked around and opened her door.
"Do you need a hand?" I asked softly. She just
nodded looking into my eyes. She slid off the seat landing on her good foot and
wrapped her arm around me.
"Hang on." I said softly. I opened the door up,
turned on the light and set down the cooler. I went back out and picked her up
in my arms and brought her inside. I carried her into the living room and went
to set her on the couch and she tightened her arms around my neck and shook her
head gently. She lifted her chin towards the bedroom.
I looked into her eyes and saw her expression, it looked
like a mix need and desire. I carefully passed through the bedroom door and
stood beside the bed. I had a split second notion to dump her on the bed
laughing, but the look on her face told me that tenderness was needed. I set
her down on her feet instead looking into her eyes. That look wrenched my
heart, it said to me, "love me." I placed my hands on her hips and
drew us slowly together and I leaned forward, her hands came up and lay on my
chest, grasping lightly at the fabric of my shirt as she leaned into our kiss.
"Go turn off the lights." She whispered to me. I
looked into her eyes for a moment longer and noticed the corner of her mouth
rise slightly as she gave me the slightest push. I nearly ran out to the
kitchen, made sure the door was closed and smacked the light switch. I turned
the corner from the kitchen into the living room and saw her turning to stand
right where she was when I'd left the room.
A small lamp with a dim bulb cast a golden glow over the
room. She looked up at me standing in the doorway and the corner of her mouth
twitched and she bit her lower lip and looked away. I walked back into the room
and saw that she'd kicked off her shoes but nothing else had changed. I
followed suit and kicked mine off as I approached her. She looked up from under
a fall of hair at me still biting her lip. I reached up taking her gently by
the chin and releasing the lower lip from her bite, only to capture it with
mine. Her arms came up around my neck as I encircled her waist with mine as our
mouths explored. Her tongue danced like a flame in a fire, scalding hot one
moment and gone another. My hands slid up her waist bringing the shirt with
them and I ran my hand around behind her, running my fingers gently up her
spine, her skin was so soft and warm. I felt the tremor as she shivered at my
touch and it brought a small smile to my lips. She kissed me deeply, our
tongues twirling like skilled dancers, before she leaned back slightly raising
her arms in surrender.
The fabric slid up her curves giving up every beautiful inch
grudgingly. The shirt was laid aside as I drank in her beauty. My fingers
traced down the smooth curve of her waist, then back up her soft flat stomach
with its little silver and pink heart bangle. The thin lace did nothing to hide
her excitement, her nipples pressed easily through the flimsy fabric, the small
pink areola swelled slightly. The invitation was conveyed, yet I decided to
wait on responding. I looked up into her eyes, her expression, soft but willing
me onward, yet not giving direction. I was on a voyage of discovery, and Summer
was letting me find my own way.
I took her in my arms and kissed her again willing myself to
go slowly. I broke from her lips, trailing kisses up her jaw as she tilted her
head back giving complete freedom for my lips to roam. I made it to her ear,
teasing the lobe with the tip of my tongue. Summer inhaled sharply as traced
down her neck with the tip of my tongue. She reached up under my shirt running
her hands over my back, pulling us together, rubbing her chest to mine. The
scent of her perfume urged me on, and I surrendered greedily kissing my way
down her chest. I followed the top of her bra with the tip of my tongue before
sliding across the fabric and taking the nipple fully into my mouth and sucking
it greedily as my hand massaged its twin. I made my way across to the other,
offering the same attention to the right. Summer's breathing was ragged, her
head tilted slightly back offering herself to me.
"Take it off." Came the urgent whisper. I pulled
her towards me making my way up the other side of her neck while liberating her
from the confines of lace. I pulled the fabric slowly down, dragging the lace
across her hard nipples, with a whimper she bit her lower lip. Her hands slid
up my back, taking my shirt with them as she lifted it over my head and threw
it aside. Our skin touched, her nipples poking my chest, it felt like the heat
between us was enough to start a fire.
She leaned forward taking the upper hand, and in no
uncertain terms let me know that it was her turn as she kissed her way from my
mouth down my jaw , her hands drawing down my chest as her mouth blazed a trail
to my nipple. She toyed with it, flicking it with her tongue before taking it
into her mouth, causing me to gasp from the heat that enveloped me. She worked
her way from one nipple to the other achingly slow.
I reached between us and grasped the front of her jeans
fumbling to get them unbuttoned and the zipper pulled. She took my forearms in
her hands willing me to slow down.
"Easy, there's no hurry." She whispered. I calmed
myself with a deep breath and unbuttoned her jeans sliding the zipper down. I
parted the waist, just as she leaned down pulling them from my grasp. She
trailed kisses down my chest as she began shedding my own jeans. She didn't
appear to be moving quickly but had mine pushed down to my thighs quicker than
I realized. My cock was as hard as old hickory, and it raised a tent in my
boxers. She ran her hands down my stomach, and placed them on my hips as she
knelt in front of me looking up into my eyes. I know my eyes begged urgently
for satisfaction but Summer wouldn't have it. She saw my hands flexing as if
looking to grab hold of something and took them in her hands pinning them to my
hips before she leaned forward and began nuzzling my hard cock through the
fabric of my boxers. She nibbled her way up the underside of my cock, her tongue
occasionally lashing out for a lick. She looked up at me smiling as she pushed
my hands away and began peeling my boxers down freeing me from the confines.
She ran her cheek down my length, she kissed the base as she reached up beneath
and took my balls in her hand massaging them as she began kissing her way up
the shaft, her tongue leaving a wet trail.
She stopped at the tip and cleaned up the moisture that had
already begun leaking. I willed her to take me in her mouth, grab me with her
hand, but she didn't, she just slowly lapped at the tip and stroked my balls.
She was building me up to go off like a cannon and she knew it. Finally she
relented and took the tip in her mouth, slowly swirling her tongue around me. I
pushed forward hoping she would take more of me and she backed away in equal
measure. She looked up at me with a raised eyebrow as if to say, "Did you
really think that would work?" She took her time making sure she never
missed a spot with her tongue and lips, but never drawing me out. She just
kissed and caressed her way down my length. I didn't think I could take much
more when she stopped and looked up at me, her eyes smoldering in the dim
light. Without a word she tilted her head slightly and bent forward taking one
my balls into her mouth and began stroking it with her tongue, rolling it
around her mouth. I gasped at the sensation, and I thought I would lose it
right then as she let it drop from her lips.
It was only then that I realized that I was shaking in
anticipation. Summer stood slowly looking into my eyes, her lips parted
slightly and I instinctively leaned into her kiss. Her arms came up around my
neck and my hands went to the waist of her jeans, two could play this game. I
pushed them down to her hips, breaking our kiss with a smile. I pushed my jeans
all the way off before kneeling before her and sliding her jeans down to her
knees. I smiled a little wider at the pink panties with the tiger stripes and
noted a large damp spot, I pushed the jeans down and she stepped out of them, they
landed next to mine when I tossed them aside. She stood still, her hands at her
sides as I drank in the sight of her long sun kissed legs. I ran my hands up
her thighs, she was trembling under my hands. I leaned forward, placing a soft
kiss on the damp spot, a soft sigh escaped her lips, as I kissed downward
pushing my tongue against her through the fabric. I traced my tongue back up,
she grasped my wrists urging me to pull the flimsy fabric down her hips and be
done with it. I had sufficiently quelled my desire to throw her down on the bed
and take her fast and hard. I was learning to enjoy taking my time.
I nuzzled her tugging the panties up pulling them tighter
into her crease, pressing my tongue into her through the fabric, soft moans
escaped from deep in her chest. Her grip on my wrists tightened urging me to
take them off, but I held fast teasing her through the fabric until she let out
a pleading moan. I loosened my hold and let her hands push mine down, her
panties sliding down with them. The scent of her arousal caused a wave of
urgency to hit me, and I inhaled deeply reigning it in. I turned her slightly
setting her on the edge of the bed. I slipped between her spread legs and began
teasing her kissing my way down and stopping, working my way down the other
side of her. It wasn't long that I felt her leg wrap around my head, and her
fist grab my hair that she'd had enough teasing and she needed release.
She laid back pulling me down into her, as soon as I dipped
my tongue to her molten center her back arched and she let out a feral growl.
Her hips lifted grinding herself into my probing mouth, and I did my best to
stoke the fire, tongue dancing over slippery flesh, relishing every moment of
pleasure I could give her. Her hips began to buck as I locked my lips around
her clit attacking it with my tongue and she began to cry out as her back
arched. I did my best to keep her at that edge and let the pleasure wash over
her. She slowly settled back down her body relaxed while she gasped for air.
She took my head in her hands and drew me up over her
languid body. I took the time to kiss my way up as she drew my face to hers.
Her eyes were still closed but her lips didn't miss their mark as kissed my
forehead first and worked her way down my face, our tongues wrestling like
lovers.
"Well you've certainly become skilled at that."
She sighed.
"To become truly skilled at anything, you must love
what you're doing." I replied softly, conveying an adage one of my old
teachers used often.
"Do you love what you're doing?" She asked between
kisses.
I smiled and let out a low chuckle. Our bodies melted
together, her legs parted and wrapped around my hips, and I entered her
slippery warmth. Neither of us were in a hurry as we sampled each other’s
body. The heat kept building like a fanned fire and I began stroking longer,
and pushing deeper, her legs urging me on, her tongue tracing down my ear as
she whispered encouragement. I kissed and nibbled down her neck, as I reached
beneath her, taking her shoulders in my hands I held her in place as the pace
of my strokes became more insistent. She started to whimper, her lips parting
and she began moaning, spurring me on. She gasped, and cried out arching her
back offering herself even wider to me and began shaking. The end was near for
me as I too groaned and drove forward, pulling on her shoulders, pressing into
her as hard as I could. I erupted deep inside her, arching my back as we both
gasped for breath.
I slid off lying beside her still gulping air. Summer rolled
up onto her elbow and laced her leg between mine, rubbing her knee against my
thigh as she leaned down and kissed me. Her hand ran up and down my sweat
slicked chest as she stole every gasp for air I made.
"I'm not sure if I'm an excellent teacher or you're an
excellent student, but wow!" She said. She rolled off the side of the bed
saying she'd be right back. A cool breeze blew and I felt myself shiver.
"Oh shit!" I whispered looking down and my spent
cock laying on my stomach drying. So many things started racing through my
mind.
Summer padded back into the bedroom, a towel in her hand.
She crawled up onto the bed smiling at me, and leaned down for a kiss.
"I'm so sorry." I nearly cried. She just looked at
me, one eyebrow raised.
"See how easy it is to forget?" She replied
softly, knowing instinctively what I meant. "Why do you think I just went
and washed up. I didn't want to be sleeping on the wet spot." She grinned.
"What if..." I started and she leaned down
covering my mouth with hers.
"Don't worry," she whispered, "the lesson I
wanted you to take away from that first day was that it's your responsibility
to remember to cover your member." She giggled.
She let out a deep sigh. "I don't exactly go around
jumping into bed with just anybody, despite what you may think of me." Her
expression turned serious. "I'm disease free, I got checked out a few
months ago, and don't worry, I can't get pregnant." There seemed to be
something left unsaid, she just sighed again.
She proceeded to use the towel to clean me up, without
saying anything more. I reached up and gently lifted the hair away from her
face, but she didn't look up from what she was doing. She was looking at what
she was doing, but she was a million miles away. I slowly slipped the towel
from her hand and pulled her down to me wrapping my arms around her. She
nestled herself against me hugging me tightly as I turned off the lamp. I
ignored the wet feeling on my chest.
"Are you awake?" She whispered. I had been in one
my half-awake moments when she asked. I opened my eyes, and noticed it was
still dark outside.
"Yea." I replied softly as I kissed her shoulder.
I realized I was spooning her and tightened my hold just a bit.
"I'm sorry about earlier, how I reacted." She
sighed deeply.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for." I whispered
softly in her ear before giving it a nibble.
She started playing with my hand, tracing the fingers with
hers, slipping hers beneath mine and I closed my hand around hers gently.
"If you don't want to talk about it..." I started.
"No. I don't mind." She replied twisting her head
speaking over her shoulder. I ran my fingers down the length of hers resting
where the ring would be, and rubbed slow circles. I felt her little smile and
quick gust of breath rather than saw it. "Right to the point. Ten years,
damn that sounds like a long time. I just realized you probably don't have any
idea how old I am, do you?"
"Doesn't matter." I said kissing her shoulder and
up the side of her neck.
"Last summer I came home from my shift at the hospital
early, nearly caught him in the act with a friend of mine. It was pretty
obvious what was going on. I found out it had been going on for a while by
then."
"What a dirt bag." I said, my grip upon her
tightened a little in response. "A guy like that doesn't deserve someone
like you. Did you leave him that day?"
"Leave him? I threw him out, both of them
actually." She said. A few moments went by before she started again
softly. "One woman wasn't enough for him, or maybe I wasn't enough for
him."
"Hey now. Don't start talking like that. Where one man
sees a rock, another sees a diamond."
Summer busted out laughing. "Where in the hell did you
hear that?"
I started laughing along with her. "Probably on TV or
in a magazine." I took her hand in mine and ran it down her stomach and
began circling slowly with our fingers entwined.
She took a deep breath. "You're a subtle one, you are.
She's ten, her name is Emily, and she's the most wonderful little girl in the
world."
"Where is she now?" I asked, scared to hear bad
news.
"Summer camp in western Pennsylvania. My folks are
picking her up when the session ends."
I kept rubbing slow circles, and flicked her little silver
heart belly button ring gently. "No more?"
"No." She said softly. "After Emmy something
went wrong with the plumbing, I had to have surgery."
"It sounds like it's time to move on, start over."
"Yea, it's taken a year and a lot of prodding from
family and friends, but I think it's time. This trip was going to be a little
solo adventure. My total lack of grace and dexterity landed me on my ass for
two weeks." She chuckled.
"Well it looks like you're doing well. You've had a
passionate love affair with a hot, young stud. What else is there?"
She giggled. "I'm not sure I'm done with that part
yet." She ran her hand down behind her finding my hardness in the dark
gently rubbing it.
"Yay for me." I whispered. She wiggled away from
me and rolled over to face me, our lips met in a deep kiss.
"Me too." She said between kisses.
She pushed my shoulder back laying me flat on the rumpled
sheets, she climbed on me straddling my hips as we made out like teenagers. I
must have nudged her just right a few times.
"Somebody is looking for a little more action."
She grinned as she reached down between us lining me up and slipping down
slowly. A soft hum of approval vibrated from her throat, or was that me? I
couldn't tell. Our bodies rocked slowly like a boat on a gentle swell. Our pace
built slowly, savoring the feeling of just being together. She sat up and began
pushing herself down harder on me as I raised my hips to meet each with a firm
thrust. We were in no hurry, but passion quickly set the pace and we were both
moaning loudly, her body began to shake in my hands. I knew I wouldn't last
much longer, and was thankful as she leaned forward and tightened her grip on
me. She threw her head back and moaned deeply as she ground herself on my cock.
Her whole body shook as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her, I couldn't
hold out any longer and lifted my hips and erupted in her again.
She laid down on my chest panting.
"I love you." I whispered softly, kissing the top
of her head.
I woke to an obnoxiously loud seagull squawking outside. I
took a deep breath and stretched and felt rumpled sheets next to me. I blinked
away the fog from my eyes and noticed I was alone. I tugged my jeans on and
walked out to the kitchen. I felt right away that something was wrong. I jogged
out the kitchen, the screen door banged against the porch rail. The Jeep was
gone. I ran back inside to the bedroom, her clothes were gone, in the bath her
toiletries were gone. The coffee table in the living room had a magazine or two
on it. I looked in the kitchen and nothing was different except for the note on
the counter.
Dear Pete,
32 min
May 07 Summer In Maine: Part 2
Summer In Maine: Part 2
Lesson Two, and Two and a half.
A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast
at Explicit Stories.

This summer job wasn't turning out the way I'd thought. So
far I'd mowed the lawn, done the dishes, (thankfully there's a dishwasher)
hauled trash, done laundry, dusted and vacuumed. When Summer asked if I wanted
to help her out for a few weeks I sort of expected there would be fringe
benefits to go with, or instead of, getting paid. Instead it was actual work.
She wasn't shy, about her body or mine, she often would wrap her arm around my
waist to help with her balance. She occasionally stroked my ass through my
jeans. I didn't hesitate to return the favor but I always ended up with only a
smile in return.
I figured after that first day when I took the job I might get
some more personal time with her. The other night I helped her to run a bath,
and she shooed me out of the bathroom. One night we watched a late movie I
slept over, and ended up on the couch. Something didn't seem right about all of
this. Nearly a week had gone by, and it was as if that first day hadn't even
happened, and I was too shy to say anything. I hitched the grocery bag I was
carrying a little higher, tonight, I'd say something tonight.
I walked up to the kitchen stoop and pulled open the screen
door and I heard a gasping cry. I dropped the bags on the table and darted into
the living room, she wasn't there. Another cry, and I looked to the right and
saw the bedroom door was open. I walked quietly towards the door, and Summer
was laying back on the bed naked except for her bandaged ankle. She was sliding
a pink vibrator up and down between her thighs. She tilted it slightly and slid
it into her, her other hand pulling on her nipple. I was instantly hard
watching her pleasure herself. She let go of the nipple and slid her hand down
and began flicking her clit, rubbing it fast. She arched her back crying out
"Yes!" She pulled the vibrator out slipping her fingers in as she
came. She continued rubbing her clit slowly and stroked her fingers in and out
for a few before falling flat to the sheets like a deflated balloon. Her
breathing was fast and shallow.
"How long have you been watching?" She asked, not
looking up. She looked absolutely radiant, her skin flushed pink through her
tan. Her hair was a tangled mess of sun streaked gold, she looked fantastic.
"Just a couple minutes." I said quietly looking
down at the floor. I heard the old brass headboard creak and I peeked up. She
had raised her head and was looking at me.
"What's the matter?" She asked gently. I shrugged
and walked out to the kitchen, and started putting away the groceries.
"I picked up some local shrimp for lunch. I'll put them
on ice in the fridge." I said loudly from the kitchen. I turned and Summer
was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen watching me with her arms
crossed in front of her, buck naked. She gave me a shrewd glance.
"Please tell me what's bothering you."
I looked at her for a moment, then turned away and put a
couple other items in the fridge.
"Nothing." I said, unconvincingly.
"It's just..." I started. I looked over at her and
said.
"Never mind." I walked out to the yard looking
around to see if I should mow the lawn again already or not. I heard the screen
door bang shut behind me. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she stepped up
beside me.
"I love it here. The salty sea air, the big sky,
everything seems so much simpler." She said softly. I instinctively
wrapped my arm around her waist, her skin was warm and damp.
"Why?" I asked softly.
"Why what, Pete?" She asked with surprising
sincerity. "Why haven't we had sex since Monday? Is that what you want to
know? Are you asking me if you were a one afternoon-stand? What Pete? Ask
me." She urged.
Her words inflamed me and my frustration flared.
"Yes!" I turned to face her, her arm sliding down from my shoulder.
"Was I just a one shot deal? Screw me, then have me cook and clean for
you?" I immediately sensed I'd gone too far and full well expected a slap.
I'd deserve it if she did. I opened my eyes wide.
She stood there looking at me, her eyes smoldering. She
coolly pointed out. "Which one of us is the one standing here naked?"
I stood there a moment longer, every muscle in my body taut like a drawn bow. I
snapped and took hold of her and kissing her hard as our lips parted, tongues
lashing out at each other like sparring fencers. Her arms wrapped around my
waist pulling us together.
"Damn, I thought I you'd never come around." She
said between kisses. I leaned back and gave her a queer look.
"What?" I asked, completely confused. She grinned
ear to ear.
"Lesson number 2, confidence is sexy. Hell it took me
walking around naked to get your damned attention. What the hell is wrong with
you?" She bopped me on the forehead. I shrugged, feeling completely
confused. I had no idea what she was talking about.
"This exercise, which you nearly failed miserably I
might add, was to see if you would take the lead. I personally tend to be a bit
passive. Therefore, as the guy, you need to learn to take the lead, just like
dancing." She held my hand up and snugged her hand around my back and gave
a little sway.
"The other night when you fell asleep on the couch I
laid awake waiting for you for nearly an hour. I finally took matters into my
own hands, maybe I should have made more noise."
"I knew girls were crazy. I honestly was hoping to get
more insight from you, not more confused." I said smiling. "You were
waiting for me?"
"You haven't seen crazy yet, give me a week." She
winked.
I groaned, then kissed her again, holding her against me, my
hands stroking down her back to her ass massaging it as I pulled her to me.
Holding her was like holding a flame, seductive, hypnotizing and hot, and I
didn't care if I got burned.
"Tell me you've had the good sense to pick up some
protection." Summer mumbled between kisses. Without breaking our kiss I
reached back for my wallet and held it up.
"Please tell me you bought more than one." She
growled. I felt her hands come between us resting on the waist of my jeans
unbuttoning them and grabbing for the zipper. She pushed my jeans and boxers
down far enough for me to escape captivity. She let out an appreciative hum as
she ran her hand up and down my hardened length. She broke our kiss long enough
to grab the hem of my polo shirt and drag it up pulling it over my head. She
leaned down and took one of my nipples into her mouth. I gasped out loud at how
the sensation shot through me. It felt as if my cock was getting even harder
and I didn't think that was possible.
"Holy shit! Does it feel this way when I do this to
you?" I gasped.
She hummed an agreement as she switched to the other side,
then stepped back and looked at me smiling.
I stood dumb-founded for a moment. I quickly realized she
was waiting for me to do something. She placed her hands on her hips and gave
them a slight tilt. "I'm all yours, all you need do is tell me how you'd
like me, or better yet, show me." She winked. I kicked off my shoes and
pushed my pants the rest of the way off and looked at her for a moment. The sun
kissed her body so exquisitely, her pink nipples hard and pointing straight at
me. Her hair was blowing in the breeze surrounding angelic face like a golden
halo. I stepped forward, wrapped her up in my arms again and kissed her deeply.
I ran my hand up between us taking her breast in my hand cupping it twirling
the nipple in my fingers. I work my mouth down her jaw, kissing her neck and I
feel her shudder and gasp. I moved down the center of her chest trailing kisses
to the other nipple and teased it with my tongue before taking into my mouth
suckling it gently. A moan escaped her lips. Her hand was pulling me towards
her, fingers running through my hair. I wanted her so badly but I didn't want
this to end. I pulled away looking up at her face, her mouth hung open her eyes
half closed.
"Your ankle has to be killing you right now." I
said, noting she'd been standing for a while now. I walked over and brought one
of the Adirondack chairs over and set it behind her and she smiled. I laid my
clothes on it to keep her from burning her ass on the sun heated wood. She just
looked at me without sitting. "Sit down." I told her, and she tilted
her head in assent and sat. I knelt down in front of her and kissed her nipple
again and began trailing kisses down her stomach. She took the cue and leaned
back on the chair. I flicked her little belly button ring aside and licked her
belly button. She let out a whoop and jumped, chuckling.
"Ticklish?" I chuckled. She grasped a handful of
my hair and gave me a little push further down, but I was going at my own pace
and I made my way down nuzzling her little blond stripe. I kissed my way around
her pouting lips, my tongue darting out giving little licks. She tasted sweet,
the scent of her was driving me mad, I couldn't take it any longer and slipped
my tongue into her as I massaged her clit.
She arched her back and moaned. "Yes!" I lapped up
to her clit taking it in my lips and giving it due attention. Her cries got
louder and I stepped up the assault on her. Her leg came up over my shoulder
and she pulled me hard into her with her heel. I let up a bit, I didn't want this
to end too soon, it seemed that I wasn't the only one enjoying it. I slipped my
middle finger into her, and felt her grip it tightly. Her hips started rocking
forward. I was pretty sure I could finish her off quickly if I had a mind to,
but I didn't. I continued bathing her clit, varying the pressure on it. She let
out a few short gasps. "Please?!" She begged. I knew then I had to
finish her and slipped another finger in to join the first and intensified my
tongue lashing. Her hips lifted off the chair as she climaxed. She held on to
me, still moaning, finally collapsing back into the chair panting.
"You sir, are a natural." She gasped. I returned
her smile and licked my fingers.
"Am I mistaken, or is there a very hard cock in my
immediate future?" I grinned even wider and nodded. "How would you
like me?"
"Over hard." I said smiling. Her eyes lit up like
a fire had been kindled.
"Well then, dig that little party hat out and show me
how easy it is to put on."
I chuckled and dove for my wallet lying on the grass a few
feet away. I dug out the foil wrapper and crawled back. I tore open the packet
holding the ring carefully and reaching down, putting in place and unrolled it
carefully.
"Very good." She said her eyes flashing. She stood
up and knelt down on the grass facing the chair. "Over like this? I'm sure
you'll supply the 'hard' part." She added with a wink.
"Yes." I said, my breath shallow. I had to have
her and scooted up behind her and lined up pushing the head in. I took her hips
and pushed forward in a single motion burying myself in her.
We both gasped loudly. In moments she started moving her
hips back and forth and I pulled out and began taking slow strokes at first,
but I knew I wasn't going to last. She leaned back pushing hard against me and
I responded in kind driving forward, the sound of our bodies coming together
pushed me into a frenzy. Her gasps were coming in short cries of,
"Yes!" She began shaking in my hands, her moans coming from deep in
her throat as she arched back into me and climaxed again pushing me over the
edge. I drove her forward nearly knocking her and the chair over as I stiffened
arching my back. I froze in place for what seemed an eternity, and not long
enough both at the same time as I came deep in her.
She leaned back against my chest, the heat of her skin
against me was incredible, she reached behind us grasping my ass pulling our
hips tight together. "I love how you feel inside me." She whispered.
I leaned down and began kissing her shoulder, working my way up to her neck and
nibbled on her ear.
"I love how you feel too." I said, my voice a
little weak.
She breathed a deep contented sigh. "What now?" A
small smirk spread across her lips.
"I don't know about you but I worked up an
appetite." I said. "Those shrimp sound good about now."
"All this and you cook too. You're not going to be
single long." She chuckled and reached up behind her and stroked my cheek.
"I think we may need to move for that though." She said lightly,
reminding me that I still had her pinned against the chair. I leaned back,
pulling free of her. I stood stepping back, I gathered up my clothing. Summer
put her good foot down and stood, steadying herself on the arms of the chair.
"Let's go clean up and have lunch." She smiled slipping an arm around
my waist and we went into the house.
I started a pan for the shrimp, a little olive oil, some
garlic and some red pepper flakes tossed on top of fresh spinach. My killer homemade
vinaigrette to top and she would be mine. Well she already seemed to be. I
stopped and stared out the little window above the sink out over the water.
That thought caught me by surprise. What exactly was going on here? An hour ago
I was pissed off for being shunned, now I was making her lunch with a silly,
satisfied grin on my face.
Summer hobbled into the kitchen wearing a pale blue tank top
and panties with little pink hearts on them.
"Don't you own pants?" I asked smiling.
"Sure, would you rather I be fully dressed, or
comfortable?" She asked.
"Oh I don't mind your outfit, as long as you don't mind
your lunch burnt to a crisp." I laughed.
"What are you making?" She replied chuckling.
"I'm going to woo you with my culinary skills. My own
special shrimp and spinach salad with homemade vinaigrette." I said.
"Wow, sounds awesome. You're a man of many talents. I
think you're a little late in the wooing department though." She said
smiling.
My chest tightened at that. Nobody ever thought of me as a
man before. Everybody has always treated me as a kid until now. The shock of it
must have been evident in my expression.
"What?" She asked, her eyes widening. I didn't
answer her, I just leaned forward and kissed her softly, she responded in turn.
"Nothing." I said, my grin returning.
"Need a hand?" I handed her two lemons with
directions to squeeze the hell out of them then juice them for me into a bowl.
I diced up the shallot, and garlic tossing them into the big bowl, salt and
pepper followed. In went a huge dollop of spicy mustard, I looked at how much
juice Summer had squeezed out of the lemons and eyeballed it pouring it into
the bowl, straining out the seeds. I dug a whisk out of the drawer and started
whisking in olive oil.
"Most vinaigrette recipes ask for vinegar, obviously. I
like mine with lemon juice, especially with seafood." I said. I stopped
whisking dribbling a little onto my finger to try it. "That's the
ticket." I said offering a taste to Summer who agreed with a little sound.
I set the big bowl aside and had her start splitting the cherry tomatoes. The
shrimp were rinsed and patted dry on a towel, and I threw some garlic into the
pan starting it with some of the olive oil. I salted and peppered the shrimp
and in they went tossing them around to coat them all with the hot oil. They
were ready in a couple minutes and the kitchen smelled terrific. I stacked the
plates with spinach and started building the salads with the tomatoes, red
onions, shrimp and as a topper sliced almonds.
"If this tastes like it looks, you're staying on as
cook after this heals." She said lifting her foot behind her.
"Prepare to have your mind blown." I said handing
her a plate and a fork. I had brought a small baguette with me which I'd sliced
up and we ate.
"A girl could get used to this." She smiled
popping a shrimp into her mouth. Cooking for a girl is a sure way into her
panties."
I laughed. "Even if she wasn't wearing any?"
"Well she's wearing some now." Her eyes flashed.
"But for how long?" I said playing along.
"You have your driver’s license don't you?"
She asked, changing the subject.
"Yea, I just don't have a car of my own yet." I
said, wondering why she asked.
"Do you know of anybody that would loan you one, like
your folks?"
"Yea I'm sure I can get one. Why, do you want to do it
in the backseat?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
"Hell yea, but I'd also like to get a ride to go get my
Jeep. It's been down at the clinic for a week now. They told me it would be
safe but I'm getting a little stir crazy stuck here in the house." She
replied.
I looked out the window. "I can ride down and bring it
back, it's only about four or five miles." I said.
"Ride?" She asked.
"I have a bike, I can put it in the back and haul it
back if you don't mind."
"Not at all." She smiled.
I did the dishes and cleaned up after lunch, and Summer
kicked back on the sofa folding a load of laundry I'd done earlier. I took a
look at the grass, yea the lawn could wait a couple more days. "What else
needs to be done?" I asked from the kitchen. I got no answer. I walked
into the living room and she was bobbing her head as I walked around the edge
of the couch I noticed she'd put in earbuds and was listening to her mp3
player. She was lip syncing some unknown song. She looked up at me and grinned,
pulling one of the buds loose.
"I couldn't live without my music." She threw a
towel at me to fold.
"Listening to anything good?" She mentioned a band
I'd never heard of, and moved the folded stuff from beside her and patted the
seat beside her. I sat and she handed me the ear bud.
"Check it out, you might like it." I put it in my
ear and listened for a song or two, folding another towel. A hard rock song
started and she turned it up a bit and started singing along. She got to the
chorus and really joined in full blast. The lyrics were pretty explicit. I was
thinking you wouldn't hear music like that on the radio around here. There was
a pause, then a soft intro began. The ballad was soft and low, and Summer
stopped and closed her eyes, her lips barely moving with the lyrics. When I
noticed I stopped and listened intently to the lyrics, it was about intense,
heart-felt, you are my world, kind of love. The kind of love that lasts longer
than a lifetime. When it ended she reached down and stopped the playback. She
looked straight out the window for a moment and turned to me, a shy sweet smile
on her lips.
"Do you believe in love Pete?" She asked me. I
stared at her in wide-eyed amazement for a minute, and began slowly nodding.
"I do now." I said, my voice barely above a
whisper. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but something in her eyes made me
hesitate. There was sa
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May 07 Summer In Maine: Part 1
Summer In Maine: Part 1
Summer Arrives on the Atlantic Coast of Maine, in time for his first time.
A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast
at Explicit Stories.

I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got
out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I
figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left.
It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads
with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they
did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing
wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running
now. Luckily we had the tourists.
I walked down into the village near the docks, and popped
into the little corner store.
"Hey Peter." I heard as I walked in. Paula nodded
at me and smiled. She and her husband ran this little place, and did well by
the locals and tourists alike. I waved and smiled at her as I headed to the
back and grabbed a soda from the cooler.
"You headed over to see Davy about work?" She
asked.
"Yea, I figure I gotta do something before mom tosses
me out of the house." I chuckled.
"Would you do me a favor? Chip is out on a delivery and
we're short-handed. Is there any chance you could make a delivery for me, it's
on your way. The lady has an account so you don't need to collect any money.
It's just, I heard she twisted her ankle on the beach and I told her that if
she needed anything to call us and I'd get it over to her."
"Sure, where is it going?" I said.
She handed me two canvas sacks from the cooler, and gave me
the address. It was just a couple blocks over from where I was headed. Paula
refused to let me pay for my soda before leaving. I walked the few blocks
turning up onto the driveway that led to a house facing the water. I walked
around the house looking for the kitchen door. As I turned the corner I saw a
woman lying on a towel on the lawn. She lay there basking in the morning sun
completely naked. A small pile of fabric beside her looked like a swimsuit she
may have been wearing. I stopped and looked around, the spot was well sheltered
on the curve in the road. Her long blonde hair trailed out above her on her
towel, her arms down at her sides, her deep pink nipples pointing up to the
sun. Her stomach was flat and a little glint of something shiny hinted at a
belly button ring. From this distance I couldn't be sure. A small strip of hair
dipped down between her thighs. Her legs were long toned and pale, but getting
red. She had just started tanning by the color she'd turned already. She was
going to look like a freshly boiled lobster in a very short time.
I realized she hadn't heard or seen me, so I turned and
cleared my throat loudly. I looked over my shoulder, and she hadn't moved. I
decided I'd just put the groceries in the house for her. I set the bags on the
kitchen table and peeked to make sure nothing needed to be put in the icebox.
Thankfully I did or the cold stuff would have spoiled. I put them away and left
the rest. I walked towards the back door again and looked out the screen at
her. She was beautiful, like she'd just stepped out of a magazine centerfold.
She still hadn't moved, and it wouldn't be long before she burned badly. So I
took it upon myself to rescue her, that's just the kind of guy I am. I opened
the back door and pushed it open as far as possible and let it swing shut. The
loud rap of the wood on the frame did the trick. She jumped, then the
realization that somebody was near and she was naked came on her and she rolled
onto the grass pulling the towel over her covering up. I saw why she hadn't
heard me as an earbud fell out onto the grass.
She peeked over the top of her big sunglasses, and in an
accent I hadn't heard around here, she asked. "Can I help you?" The
scolding tone of her voice saying that she didn't appreciate being peeked at
while she was sunbathing.
I scrunched up my face. "Where are you from?" I
asked, curious about her accent.
"Right here buster, I'm renting this place. Where in
hell did you come from?" She replied.
"Oh! Paula down at the market asked me to deliver your
groceries. They were shorthanded and I was headed this way."
She just stared at me for a moment, and I returned the stare
taking in the scene with a dumb-founded look.
"Would you be a gentleman and please turn around?"
She said a little testily. I did as she asked. Unfortunately for her I'd turned
and was looking directly at her reflection in the kitchen window. She stood up
cursing quietly, putting her weight on one foot, and wrapped the towel around
her and tucked it in above her breasts. She was tall, and though her breasts
weren't large they were nicely shaped, and red. The little stripe of hair ended
neatly where I thought. The towel was just long enough to cover her modestly.
She hobbled over to the little pile of cloth and swept up her bikini and
started hobbling towards the house like a wounded animal. She passed me and got
to the step and hobbled up the half step, and opened the door using it for
stability and hopped up the step into the kitchen.
She hobbled back to the screen door and said. "Well
come on in."
I walked over and stepped into the kitchen. She was sitting
down on one of the chairs one leg splayed out in front of her the other tucked
under the chair. The smooth skin was kissed with a flush of pink. I knew she
was going to regret falling asleep out there later, but I'm glad I happened to
wake her up so she didn't get severely burned. She was fumbling with her towel
to keep it up, and digging through a big pocket book.
"Paula said that you have an account." I held up
my hand. "I'm not going back to the store anyhow."
She peeked up at me from her purse through a tangle of long
blonde hair. "Thank you, but I was going to give you something for the
trouble. She mentioned that you wouldn't be here until afternoon because it was
busy today." A pink nipple peaked over the top of the polka dot beach
towel. She caught me staring. "Though it could be surmised that you
already got your tip." She said an eyebrow going up, and a small grin
turning the corners of her mouth up. She shook her head as she pulled the towel
back into place and tossed the purse onto the table. She held her arm out
straight with a folded bill in it. I just shook my head once and waved it off.
"Thanks, but you don't need to do that." I said.
"Don't make me get up, my ankle hurts like hell, and
I'm in no shape to use it to kick your ass for being a peeping tom." She
replied grinning. She waved the money again. I shrugged and took it slipped
into my jeans pocket. I was hoping she hadn't noticed they were tighter in
front than a moment before.
"Thanks." I nodded.
"No, thank you Chip, I would have come into town to get
them later but she insisted on having you deliver them."
I smiled. "I'm not Chip. He was doing another delivery.
I'm Pete."
"Nice to meet you." She said holding out a hand.
"I'm Summer."
I shook her hand. She had a firm grip and didn't let up
until I did. I just stood there for a moment looking at her. She had
mesmerizing blue eyes and a crooked little smile. I realized I was staring when
her brow went up. I felt myself blush.
"Are you thirsty? I could use something cold." Summer
asked. I nodded.
"If you don't mind, there's a pitcher of iced tea in
the fridge. I'm going to go put something on besides a towel."
"Not on my account I hope?" Why not, I figured,
she seemed to have a sense of humor about getting caught. I smiled over my
shoulder at her as I reached for the cupboard door. She laughed aloud at that.
She stood again, wobbling, and took her bikini in hand and
walked towards the living room and gasped grabbing for the door jamb. In the
process the towel let go and she stood there grasping the towel in one hand the
door in the other. Her long smooth back tapered to a narrow waist and flared
back out to beautifully curved hips. On her back was a pretty sunflower tattoo
with vines around it. There looked to be a figure in the center of it.
"Oh to hell with it. I don't think I've got anything
left to hide at this point." She muttered and hobbled out of the room. I
opened up the freezer and got a tray of ice out, and filled the glasses. I
heard her fumbling around a bit and she started to hobble back out. She'd
pulled a light blue flowered sundress on, and taken a minute to brush out her
hair. She hobbled over to an easy chair in the living room and sat down.
"Would you be a doll and bring that in here?"
I walked into the living room and she was gingerly setting
her foot on the coffee table. I handed her a glass and set the other down. I
took the towel she'd tossed on the sofa and folded it up into a little bundle
and went to take her leg. I stopped myself and looked up at her, from under
fallen bangs.
"May I?" I asked. She held her glass with both
hands, licking tea from her upper lip, and nodded. I lifted her calf, the skin
smooth and warm in my hand, and slipped the folded towel under her ankle to pad
it from the table. I set it down carefully and she let out a sigh. I sat down
on the sofa and took up my glass. I was looking into the glass at the ice cubes
floating around. I set it back down and went to the kitchen, found a plastic
bag and filled it with the rest of the ice. I looked down at her, she sat there
wide eyed as I reached to carefully set it on her ankle.
"Thank you," She said softly, with a smile
"again."
"You slammed the door on purpose didn't you?" She
asked.
"Well you were beginning to look like a lobster out
there, fresh from the pot. I wasn't sure if you were asleep and I didn't want
you to burn, or worse." I said.
She smiled. "Thank you." She said, and after a
moment she added, "West Virginia."
"Rockport here, welcome to Maine." I toasted her
with my tea, and we clinked glasses. Neither of us said anything we just sat
there enjoying our tea.
"You said this was on your way? Where were you
going?" Summer asked.
"I was headed down to Davy's marina down the
road." I said. Then pointed. "If you go down Sea Road and bear right.
He runs a couple of boats for fishing, sightseeing and whale watching. I was
going to see if he needed any help this summer."
She nodded, and looked down at her ankle. Water running down
her leg from the condensation on the bag.
"If he doesn't give you a job on a boat, you might want
to consider going to medical school." She chuckled. "You're a quick
thinker and have a gentle touch. I don't mean to keep you from where you were
headed but since this is really feeling like hell." She pointed at her
foot. "I was wondering if you could do me another favor before you
leave."
"Sure, what else do you need, lunch?" I asked.
She laughed. "Well that would be nice, but I was just
going to ask you to go into the bathroom and grab the ace bandage that's rolled
up on the counter and the bottle of pain killers for me. I want to get this
wrapped again, now that I'm not worried I'll look like a cat with one white
paw."
I set my glass down, and went to the bath and found the
items. I found a bottle of sunburn lotion on the counter and brought that too.
"I see you came prepared to burn." I looked at the
bottle.
"Well when you're as white as I am, it happens often,
especially this early in the season." Summer said as she reached up for
the items. She reached down and took the ice off, and dried her foot off on the
towel. She crossed her legs, her dress riding up high as she reached to start
unrolling the bandage.
I laughed. "That looks more awkward than a lobster
trying to climb a tree." I reached out for the bandage and took it from
her. "Let me show you how it's done." I sat on the edge of the coffee
table and laid her leg across mine. I wrapped her ankle neatly slipping the
clips on at the end with a flourish. I looked at her toes peeking up, the nails
a sparkly pink color. A small throat clear broke me out of my reverie, only to
notice that I'd been absently stroking her shin and calf. I snatched my hand
away, and felt my face turn bright red again. I looked down at the rug and
apologized.
"For what? Doing a better job than I would wrapping my
ankle? Or maybe the lame lobster jokes." She flipped a hand at me and took
the bottle and popped it open. She poured out her dose and knocked them back
with a swallow of her tea.
"I should take these with food." She took her foot
off my lap and set it gingerly on the floor, grabbing the arms of the chair
preparing to get up.
"Whoa! Where are you going?" I asked.
"I was going to go see what was in those bags to
eat." She said.
"Sit down. I'll get you something." I answered
quickly.
She rolled her eyes at me. "You've done far more than
you should have for a tired, broken down old lady." She rolled forward
again, and I put my hand on her shoulder to keep her balance back.
"I'll get it." I said firmly. "What would you
like?"
"You are too sweet." She said, relaxing back into
the chair. "What did you bring?"
I went into the kitchen to rummage through the bags. Given a
little creativity and a few minutes time I whipped up a sandwich and chips. I
peeked around the door jamb to ask if she wanted mustard or mayo on her turkey.
The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Summer had sat forward on
the chair, and slipped the straps off the sundress pushing it down to her
waist. She sat there slowly rubbing in the sunburn cream into her skin. She
finished her arms and began working on her chest rubbing slowly giving each
nipple a pinch and tug. My jeans felt about ready to explode at the sight of
her. I popped my head back around the door and called out asking my question.
She replied, mustard. I responded that it was ready then, to give her time to
cover up.
I walked into the room with the plate in front of me and the
bag of chips dangling beneath to try and hide my arousal. I sat quickly as I
handed her the plate, hoping I'd covered myself well enough.
"Ooh thanks!" She said setting the plate down and
reaching for half the sandwich. She just stopped and looked at me. "You
didn't make one for yourself?" I shook my head. "Here," she
handed me the other half, "I hate eating alone."
I shrugged and took the other half, and we ate quietly. I
asked her how she twisted her ankle. Exploring wet rocks on the outbound tide,
she'd slipped and thought she'd broken it. She had gotten an X-ray and it was
only a bad sprain.
"Ironic. I ended up having to postpone starting work at
the very hospital that I was going to be starting at next week." She said.
"Oh? You a doctor?" I asked.
"RN, and I was serious earlier, you have a gentle
touch, and you wrap a mean ankle." She followed with a smile.
"Sports." I said by way of explanation. She
nodded.
She opened her mouth laying a chip on her tongue and took it
in whole giving it a crunch. I didn't know why, but she fascinated me on an
entirely new level. I'd seen naked girls before, well in magazines and movies,
anyway. Here sat a woman who, unlike those from around here, wasn't scandalized
by having her body admired. This isn't the end of the world, but not far from
it.
"How old are you Pete." She asked. I told her the
truth, that I was nineteen, and I'd just graduated last month. She offered me
the chips, and I took a few.
"What are your plans from here?" She asked.
"I honestly don't know. I have no idea what I want to
be when I grow up." I said chuckling.
She set the chips aside and wiped her hands on the towel.
She took up the bottle of cream and popped the cap up. She nonchalantly pulled
up the hem on her dress to a nearly indecent level and leaned forward and began
rubbing the cream into her leg. She continued to ask me about the area, what there
was to do after school got out. She worked her hand further up her thigh, the
warm pink flesh supple under her fingers. She pulled back again, the hem of the
dress slid up, and a peek of pink lace appeared. She asked if I had a
girlfriend. Which made me pause. She started on the other leg working from the
ankle up to the knee. She stopped and looked at me when I didn't reply.
"No?" She asked, no doubt noticing that I'd been
watching every movement she made.
I just shook my head looking down at the floor. "No.
I've gone out a few times, but never really had a girlfriend."
She looked down her leg again, massaging her up her thigh
slowly. Watching her was not helping the situation in my jeans one bit.
"That's too bad. Seems an awful waste of resources if
you ask me." She smirked.
"Huh?" I said looking up at her with a quizzical
look.
She bit her lower lip and looked me in the eye for a moment,
then down at my lap, and nodded.
I must have turned deep red, she looked up at me and smiled,
then busted out laughing.
"Oh my God! You're as innocent as the day you were
born, aren't you?" She asked grinning ear to ear.
I stammered.
"Oh hell." She waved her hand. "Don't be
embarrassed hon. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you a hard time." She
reached over and gave my wrist a quick squeeze. The feel of her warm hand sent
a shock up my arm. She leaned back in the chair, not bothering to adjust her
dress. The little pink lace peeking out kept drawing my eye. I could feel her
eyes studying me as I tried not to look.
She started softly. "Am I the first woman you've ever
seen naked?" She followed with, "in person?"
I cleared my throat. "Well, that close, yea." I
said softly. "Last summer, my friend and I found a cove where some girls
go to tan in the summer, but we stay well back. They mostly only took their
tops off. Jeff had binoculars." I felt my ears turn red.
Summer smiled again biting her lip. "So, the peeping
tom thing isn't new." She giggled. She was enjoying teasing me. A moment
of silence passed while I looked anywhere but at her. "Stand up Pete, and
come here." I looked at her and did as she asked. She slowly reached up,
and tugged the straps of her dress to the side, and looped her arms up through,
pushing it down her torso. Her breasts popped free, the cherry red nipples
stiff in the cool breeze coming through the house. She looked up at me from
under a lock of hair, still biting her lip. Time seemed to stop, and I wasn't
sure what to do next, but instinct pushed me to reach out and cup her breast.
It was warm and soft in my hand, and I stroked it gently. I reached up with my
thumb and rubbed the nipple. A sigh as she inhaled deeply, her eyes were closed
wh
35 min
May 04 Team Spirit: Part 7
Team Spirit: Part 7
of 7
Mercedes, Eleanor, and Betsy too.
By FinalStand. Listen to the ►
Podcast at Explicit
Novels.

Don't fear the waves, fear the undertow.
Emily isn't an idiot so trust her enough to uphold her
end of the friendships she's forged.
(Two Weeks Later)
School has a pattern; first is the uncertainty of taking
something new and deciding if you are going to drop the course before the
deadline. Then the boredom sets in as you get the hang of what you think you
are doing. Finally comes the abject terror that you've committed yourself to a
course you hate/can't complete. We were all on the cusp of Stage Three.
You could say everyone in the house was a bit stressed about
school; when you added in the hormones of the young and things got down right
anxious. We dealt with this in a number of ways. We divided up kitchen duty,
times for our study groups, and who needed rides to work. For that one day,
that Thursday, I was pretty sure we had it all under control.
Barney, Betsy, and I are in one corner of the living room
doing our history thing while Jesse and his boyfriend Derrick have the other.
Mark and Jamie are playing with the X-box, Gina is at work, and Emily and Amber
are studying in the kitchen when the doorbell rings. Since none of us are
expecting company we look around the room to see who would stop what they are
doing to answer the call.
Barney losses the battle of wills, sighs and trots to the
door. He opens it and stammers something which translates over from Awkward
Man-speak as 'hot woman at door'.
"May I come in," a hauntingly familiar and
frightening voice asks. She doesn't wait for Barney to answer opting to push
past him and enter the entry hall.
I am staring at Mercedes and three thoughts rush through my
head; how does she know where we live, what's her plan, and can I reach Jamie
before she erupts?
"Hey Craig," she purrs at the same time that Emily
skips down the hallway with a big smile on her face.
"Mercedes!" she squeals as she runs up and hugs
the newcomer. I would admonish Emily if I wasn't racing to catch Jamie as she
comes off the floor.
"Bitch!" Jamie screams as she thrashes in my bear
hug. Since I am holding her arms pinned to her chest she kicks out instead.
"Please," Emily pleads to Jamie. "We've made
up and Mercedes is very sorry about what happened."
"That's right," Mercedes smiles mischievously.
"I was very bad and I'd like to apologize to both you and Craig."
"Oh, to hell you say!" Jamie thunders. "I'm
not forgiving shit because you haven't changed, you cunt."
"I accept your apology," I tell Mercedes, taking a
different tact.
"Craig, you can't believe this shit?" Jamie gawks
as she turns to see if I'd drunk the Kool-Aid.
"I'm cool with it if Emily is," I soothe Jamie as
I back out of the living room toward the bedrooms.
"You are a bitch," Jamie screams at Mercedes as we
exit the room. Once we are in our bedroom and the door is shut I put Jamie down
and she promptly slaps me.
"Don't you ever do that to me again," she snaps.
"Listen Jamie, it is better to have her and Emily where
we can keep an eye on them than have her telling Emily that we aren't really
her friends," I explain. I also fail to promise her that I wouldn't remove
her from an awkward situation when needed.
Jamie vibrates with poorly contained energy, her gaze toward
me alternating between impressed and furious. When smoke starts boiling out of
her ears I take action. I grab Jamie and kiss her violently, crushing her to
me. I give her a little room after a minute.
"Sex! Now!" Jamie demands.
"Later," I assuage her, "we have
company."
"Urr" Jamie responds accompanied with some heavy breathing.
My eyes gravitate to her braless breasts, a move that Jamie catches.
"You are hopeless," she says as she rolls her
eyes, but I can tell I've temporarily defused her wrath.
I take Jamie's hand and lead her back to the main room. The
conversation subsides when we return.
"So, are we okay?" Mercedes asks sweetly.
"Sure," I respond. Jamie glares at Mercedes but
keeps the peace and resumes her place with the X-box. Emily looks at me
nervously so I give her a wink and a smile only belatedly catching Mercedes
taking in the whole exchange.
I rejoin my study group and we get back to business. I catch
Betsy tossing me a questioning look but I indicate that it is a story that
takes more than one breath so she lets it lie. Emily and Mercedes go back to
their room to 'study' while Amber comes over to the sofa and sits down next to
me very platonic-like.
I end up being the one to take Betsy home, stopping on the
way to pick up Gina from work. Gina is her warm friendly self as she gets into
the back seat of my car, hugging me and almost hugging Betsy who barely recoils
in time. Once again Betsy gives me this curious look.
"I have a bunch more girls as friends than actual
girlfriends," I try to explain.
"Of course," she says with a straight face.
"It is none of my business anyway."
"Wow," Gina snickers, "she's so hot for
you."
"I am not," insists Betsy. "He's not my
type."
"No she's not (hot for me)," I add, then,
"I'm not?"
"No, you are not and if he's so hot why are you sharing
him with all those other roommates of his?" Betsy asks Gina. Gina
chuckles.
"I'm not sleeping with Craig. He's Mark's best friend
and I'm with Mark. So, what is your excuse?" Gina replies.
"I prefer a prospective boyfriend to have more
morals," Betsy informs us. Gina and I exchange looks by way of the
rearview mirror.
"What do you mean Betsy?" I inquire. "I've
always been nice to you."
"Craig, you sleep with every girl you meet," Betsy
explains. Okay...
"What makes you think that?" I have to ask causing
Betsy to sigh patiently.
"How many women have you slept with, if you haven't
lost count?" she says with a heavy dose of condescension.
"Three," I fire off immediately. I remind myself
that Betsy alienates almost everyone she knows in a matter of months.
"Do you seriously expect me to believe that?"
Betsy replies.
"Craig," Gina questions me playfully, "how
many girls have hit on you?" I have to think about that.
"A few," I prevaricate. Gina snorts.
"Mark says that you get all kinds of play at those
football parties," she grins.
"Having some sluts rub up against him hardly makes
Craig more appealing," Betsy counters.
"One; they are not sluts. Two; it was all harmless
fun," I grumble.
"If you say so," she sniffs a rebuff.
"Betsy, do I bother you?" I inquire. She gave me a
serious once over.
"No, you behave yourself around me and you are pretty
smart for a jock," she admits.
"I feel the same way about you Betsy. You may keep
looking at my crotch but you are discrete about it," I tease her. I expect
some sort of snappy denial so when she turns and looks out the window without
comment I am a bit floored.
"Betsy, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for," I
apologize after a moment.
"Okay," is her clipped reply.
"That's good," I tell her. "After all, if you
dumped me it would ruin my reputation as a man-whore."
"Well," groans Betsy, "we can't have
that." Shortly after that we drop Betsy off and Gina has joined me in the
front seat, Gina smiles at me and says,
"You like her."
"Sure I like her but I wish she'd notice that Barney
existed. He is so into her and I think he could put up with her crap if they
ever got into a relationship," I respond.
"That's very nice of you. I'm sure she'd sleep with you
if you went after her," Gina comments.
"I think we both know I don't want to sleep with every
woman I find attractive," I reply.
"Don't I know it," she sighs playfully. Getting
back is fun to say the least. I really need some quality time with Jamie.
Between Mercedes and Betsy I am getting too wound up.
Of course, coming through the door Barney 'manhandles' me
into the kitchen.
"Craig, I called Betsy and asked her out on a
date," he blubbers.
"Well, good for you," I smile and pat him on the
back.
"She said yes ... what am I going to do?" he
continues to stutter.
"I imagine you'll pick out a nice place to eat and a
movie you think she'll like to see," I suggest.
"Umm ... okay, right," Barney nods.
"Barney, relax; this is not the end of the world. Take
it one step at a time," but I have a feeling Barney isn't really listening
anymore.
The thankful thing is everyone else has crashed out so I
clean up and creep into my bedroom, hoping for a little comfort. I am about to
pad over to Jamie's bed when I see her in mine. As I slip under the covers she
moves over ... and I know I've made a mistake.
"Amber?"
"Yes," she whispers back. "Emily and the
whore are getting busy so Jamie said I could crash here." I remain silent.
"Yes," Amber snickers, "she is the dark psychic girl," and
by she I know she means Jamie.
"This doesn't change anything between us right?" I
say quietly.
"No," she answers, then, "Is that your thumb
between my legs or are you not hard yet?" I shift around to clarify the
matter to her. "Oh fuck, Craig," she hisses, "you are hard as a
rock. If you are going to fuck me at least me get my underwear out of the
way."
"Do you want to fuck?" I all but beg urgently.
"Wouldn't you rather we cuddle instead?" she tests
me. The short, truthful answer is 'no, but would you at least let me get the
K-Y under the bed and beat off first', but that's not how I respond. I snuggle
up, wrap an arm around her waist and pull her tight. Amber presses her head
against my neck and takes a deep breath.
"Good night," Amber breathes into me. I resolve to
somehow will my erection to obedience and I am making some headway, no pun
intended, when I hear a woman go off in a very passionate and vocal orgasmic
explosion. It has to be Mercedes, the bitch, and because love obviously abhors
a vacuum Mark and Gina begin getting busy on the other side of the wall. Now I
know what Jesse had gone through last semester.
(Friday)
I blame myself, really I do. I am so busy getting the story
from Emily on how she and Mercedes have hooked back up Mercedes had come
crying to her full of remorse (yeah right) that I forget the other emotional
train wreck in my life. Sometimes I think Emily is way too nice a person. An
apology led to a coffee, to a walk in the park, to heavy petting at Mercedes'
apartment to having sex here at our place.
Barney borrows my car for his date; so far so good. He chose
one of the nicest places to eat near campus; even better. Had he remembered his
wallet things would have worked out, but he didn't, so Betsy ends up paying for
their meals. Betsy asks that she drive back to our place to get his wallet, but
Barney insists that he drive and of course he is pulled over.
That is when Barney apparently losses the ability for
coherent speech so he ends up going to the police station with a D U I. Betsy
is smart enough to call me to come bail him out; I bring Jamie along to take my
car and would have brought her in but she decides Barney was humiliated enough.
Jesse is good enough to let me use his car for the pick-up.
At the station I meet a fuming Betsy and a friendly officer.
After a bit of 'shop talk' about the team's chances next season he agrees to
have Barney ROR'ed and he gets to show up to court on Monday to clear this up.
The ride back to Betsy's dorm is done in tomb-like silence. At least Barney has
enough dignity not to sob.
"Betsy, I'm sorry," Barney mumbles once we stop to
drop Betsy off.
"Okay," she says curtly then gets out. I can't
bare Barney's heartsick look.
"I'll be right back," I tell Barney. I jump out of
the car and race to catch up with Betsy. I find her in front of the elevator.
"Betsy I'm ... Listen, I know Barney can do better.
Please give him another shot," I plead.
"Are you serious?" she snaps. I nod and to her
credit she takes a moment to think it over. She steps into me, puts a hand to
the back of my head and draws me down into a kiss. Tentative at first then our
tongues began to dart back and forth.
"Okay," she relents once we break our kiss,
"but now we are even for the research paper."
"Huh? You came back and helped me with the English
paper. You don't owe me anything," I respond.
"Craig, I would have been lost without your help and
I'm smart enough to know it. You would have finished your English assignment
with or without me," Betsy relates.
"Why the kiss then?" I have to ask.
"I wanted to see what all the fuss was about," she
states.
"I ... well ... how was it?" I inquire.
"I'm going out with Barney again, am I not?" she
smiles. Now I can't decide if that's a good thing or not. Barney is my buddy
and I want him to go on a date because his lady wants to spend time with him,
not because she feels she owes me something. I guess I have to be satisfied
with the hope that this time the real Barney will shine through and impress
Betsy with the good guy I know him to be.
Barney and I get back without exchanging a word. I have a
grand total of a year and a half dating experience and I have never experienced
anything like this. Barney is even worse off in the girl-thing than me, so he
is of no help. When we get home no one acts out of the ordinary.
"Barney, Betsy called and she wants you to call her
when you got in," Jamie says nonchalantly.
Barney looks at me fearfully for an explanation like I'm
some guru.
"Call her," I advise. Like a man walking to the
gallows Barney walks over to the phone in the kitchen. The gang (Mark, Gina,
Jamie, and Amber) are watching the TV and aren't likely to cut down on the
noise. I figure Jesse and Derrick have already headed out for the night.
I head to the bathroom; see the door is somewhat ajar so I
stroll on in. I catch Derrick drying off and our eyes lock.
"I need to use the toilet," I inform him. Derrick
secures the towel around his waist before walking past me on the way back to
Jesse's room. He smacks my ass as he does so.
"Don't you be play'en now," I tease him which is
clearly the last thing he expects me to say. "I know you're someone's
bitch."
Derrick gives me another look then laughs out loud.
"I'm going to tell Jesse you said that," he
chuckles.
"What; that you are playing around, or that you're his
bitch," I grin.
"Maybe I'll tell him you hit on me," he suggests.
"He'll never believe it," I reply. He looks for
the punch line and I deliver. "He knows I'm far too afraid of Jamie to
ever piss her off by pissing Jesse off that much."
"Ha," he laughs again. "I believe it. Jesse's
told me about the scars she's left on your back. I'd be afraid of her
too."
"I'll tell her you said that. It will make her
night," I snicker. Derrick heads his way and I relieve myself. I pass
Barney on the way back to the living room; he looks somewhat beyond stunned.
"Everything okay?" I question.
"Betsy asked if we could try again tomorrow night. I
said yes," he mumbles.
"Good for you," I tell him as I put a hand on his
shoulder and turn him around. "Jesse and Derrick are getting
dressed."
That is code for gay guys doing stuff that us straight guys
might not want to wrap our minds around being confident heterosexuals and
all. For all I know they are really getting dressed for a night on the town,
but letting Barney stumble in on them probably isn't wise. We return to the
living room, Barney takes the recliner and I start to lay out on the sofa.
Before I can get comfortable, Jamie and Amber get off the floor and settle in
on either side of me just like old times.
(Monday)
I'm in second semester Advanced Biology when I get a text
from the Coach to contact him ASAP. I muddle through the rest of the class and
give him a call in the hallway, or I start to.
"Hey Craig! Congrats," an upperclassman I barely
know says as he comes up and slaps me on the back. I think his name is Tony or
Tom.
"Huh?" I wonder.
"Lawrence Morgan announced he's going into the NFL
draft," he grins. Oh hell, I was supposed to have this responsibility
until year after next.
"Thanks, but I think I should see what the Coach has to
say about that," I respond. I hope my smile doesn't come across as too
feeble.
I toy with the idea of blowing of Organic Chemistry but I
think the Coach will understand that I put a high premium on my course load.
Besides, I'm not going to blow off Eleanor and Barney. I call the man and give
him my decision. He understands and asks me to come around to his office before
lunch because there are things we need to discuss. I can't tell if that is good
news or not.
I arrive at the Coach's office without too much drama. He is
on the phone, but waves me to a seat. My Father has been out of the picture for
some time so I'm a bit thin on male role models, but in the short time I've
known him I think I could do worse than Coach. He does his best to tell you the
right thing to do and makes you feel small if you don't do it without saying a
word.
"Craig, I'm prepared to bring in a rising senior out of
Fresno State to take the top spot as quarterback," he begins without
preamble. "It is not a rebuke of you or your style, but I want you to get
a bit more experience before saddling you with team leadership. You may still
end up with the top slot. I'm keeping the team's options open; okay?"
"Absolutely," I nod. I'm neither elated for
dodging the burden nor deflated for missing the limelight for another year. I
was promised the lead position for my junior and senior years so I'm not really
missing anything. "I still want the quarterback slot if I can get
it," I add.
"I know you do Craig," Coach grins. "I also
want you to know something. You were right and I was wrong."
That catches me off-guard. What can he be referring to?
"Mark Quantrill; I know you encouraged him to come here
and try out for the team. You were so impressive at All-State I under-estimated
his talent. He's become a real asset and it proves I was right about you; you
read your players well. I'll tell you something else."
"Sir?"
"Morgan isn't going to last three years in the NFL. He
has a fantastic arm but he doesn't play well with others. There is also the fact
that this conference has some of the worst secondaries in the nation. Morgan is
going to learn what it is like when he goes up against the professionals. I
think he is going to have a rude awakening."
"He still has the best arm I've ever seen," I counter.
"One of the differences between the two of you is you
both have good arms his is better but you have a better head for the game.
You know what your people can and can't do which makes you a far deadlier
opponent. Besides, you should see our defensemen flinch every time you take a
hit. I've never seen a defense care so much for the guy on the other
side."
By that he means someone on the offense. There is always a
rivalry between offense and defense. Whenever one side succeeds in a scrimmage,
the other side gets yelled at. It is the way of things. Sometimes we forgot we
are on the same team so I make a point of hanging out with the other half of
the team when I am on the bench. It is
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(Week Fourteen)
Our final game of the season was on the road against
Montgomery, one of the top schools in the nation. We were underdogs but came
ready for a fight. They started out the game scoring a touchdown on us and we
couldn't seem to catch up. I started the third quarter. I got inside the twenty
twice, but couldn't deliver and that left me feeling like crap.
We lost by fourteen in the end after a valiant but futile
goal line stand in the final minute of the game. Morgan had the last series of
downs and tossed one hell of a pass for forty yards, proving he was one of the
best quarterbacks in the nation. Had the guy not been clobbered right after the
catch it might have meant something. As it was we simply ran out of time. It
was a long flight home.
(Monday)
Eleanor had missed class that day which was a bit odd. I had
meant to call her but the day had turned hectic with all sort of last minute
projects so I found myself knocking on the door more out of habit than anything
else. Denise answered the door and gave me a crooked smile.
"Hey sport, what's shaking?" she asked.
"Is Eleanor in?" I responded.
"She's been sick all weekend long," she informed
me. "She's probably not in the mood tonight."
"Can I see her?" I requested. Denise gave me
another look, stood aside and let me in. Eleanor was in one of the comfy chairs
drinking something that looked like coffee or tea. Her face lit up when I came
in.
"Craig, I'm ill," she sniffled. I moved over to
her. "Don't," she protested, "you'll get sick."
"I'll risk it," I insisted. "Now scoot over
and let me sit down."
"There isn't any room," she protested.
"Then get up and you can sit in my lap," I
ordered. Eleanor struggled to obey but when she sat down on me she leaned into
me and sighed.
"Thanks," Eleanor sniffled again. She was resting
her head on my shoulder. As I stroked her hair I noticed that Denise was
looking us over. She gave me a smile and a wink. "Did you miss me
today?" Eleanor asked.
"You weren't in class today?" I gasped. "I
hadn't noticed." Eleanor responded by giving me a weak elbow to the ribs.
"You are a beast," she groused. I kissed her on
the forehead and she wormed her way deeper into my arms.
"Can I get you some tea Craig?" Denise asked.
"Sure; with honey," I requested.
"Here you go," Denise said when she got back from
the kitchen. It was warm and good. After a few sips Eleanor looked up at me.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" she inquired.
"Do you want me to carry you?" I responded. The
look she gave me was priceless. We put our tea cups down and I hefted her light
body up and headed upstairs.
"I'll go get our teas," I said when I had her tucked
in. I was back quickly having refreshed Eleanor's cup. We sat back on the bed
sipping our drinks in silence.
"I could get used to this," she said between nose
drips. I handed her a tissue and she blew her nose. "God, I must look
horrible."
"You look fine to me," I promised her. She
remained quiet for a while.
"Why did you never ask to me to do ... things?"
she whispered.
"Things?" I asked. She rubbed my crotch and I
assumed she meant a blowjob.
"You never asked and I didn't want to rush anything. I
figured we could get to that next year," I told her. "That implies a
next year of course."
"You try and get away from me," she sniffled.
"I'll hurt you."
"How did you get so feisty?" I asked. She didn't
reply, just snuggled in and hugged me. I wrapped her up and slowly rocked her
to sleep, getting her cup from her drooping hand. I woke up in the morning with
a bit of a back ache from my sleeping position, but it was worth it.
(Thursday)
I was crawling through the library tombs late at night
getting the last bit of my bibliography for my final English term paper when I
ran across a strange individual working alone in one of the glassed off private
rooms. It was Betsy Atkins, the girl Barney had been interested in at the start
of the semester. She had a stack of books around her.
"Problems," I inquired. Her head popped up and I
could see her mind try to place me. She looked frazzled.
"Oh, it is you," she replied. "I'm only doing
some course work." I leaned against the door.
"Where is your study group?" I wondered. She
looked depressed by the question.
"It sort of fell apart," she admitted.
"You drove the girls out and the guys left when they
realized they weren't going to get any action," I guessed. She lowered her
head.
"What makes you say ..." she began then, "How
did you know?"
"You are an attractive, intelligent woman with a health
ego," I pointed out. "You probably have never had a female friend,
you don't suffer fools lightly, and you are naturally abrasive. You attract
men, but they don't stick around because you can be cruel and cutting. You have
even less patience with women. Am I wrong?"
"Shut the fuck up!" she snapped. She was now close
to tears. I could walk away and let her drowned.
"Betsy, is there anything I can do to help?" I
asked. She glared at me then shook her head.
"Only if you know your history of Western
Civilization?" she mumbled.
"I'm not ignorant," I grinned. "I can find it
on a map and I know that Roman Civilization came after the Peloponnesian
Wars." Again I could tell she didn't really think I could string three
words together. I blamed it all on my High School civics teacher.
"I need to know about Hammurabi's Code and what
influence it has on modern law," she told me. I looked over her books and
sat down.
"You start with that book, and I'll start here," I
offered. We divided up the source material and began making notes. It was past
midnight when she had something she could turn in.
"I ... why did you help me when you don't like
me?" she asked.
"Half of us won't make it to our senior years Betsy. A
few more of us will make it if we help each other."
"Seriously?" she doubted.
"Why is that so hard to believe? Betsy you chose to be
a bitch, but you don't have to be. You are smart and could make friends if you
decided to."
"What now?" she said. I was afraid that she
thought the worst of me. She was hot after all.
"I imagine you are going to go home and get some sleep
and I'm going to stay and finish my English project," I informed her. She
began putting her books away and then she was gone. About ten minutes later
there was a voice being cleared behind me. I turned and it was Betsy.
"Do you need some help?" she offered. It took us
to well past two getting it right. The next morning I learned we had the house.
Thank God, because I couldn't have dealt with Jamie without it.
(Week Fifteen)
It was our first weekend without football though we still
practiced. In college, serious programs never stop but are all year around
affairs. Considering how much money the football program brought we were
expected to put out. We also learned we weren't getting a Bowl bid. Such was
the vagaries of life.
It was strange to see how different I was from most of my
teammates. They wanted to go out and party but I still had work to do for
exams. Eleanor was kind enough to help me (and Barney) with our Biology final
and Jamie helped me with math. The rest I could do on my own, or rather I was
forced to do on my own. Monday the exams started.
(Friday)
After my Friday morning exam it was off to furniture
rentals. It was interesting to referee between Jamie and Amber. Emily was much
more conciliatory, but wasn't willing to run full tilt at her friends. My main
tool was reminding Jamie how much she would have to work at job to make her share
of the expenses.
When we finally settled on a design theme I felt like I'd
won conference game. Emily hugged me while Jamie and Amber looked at me with
the deep suspicion that I'd favored one over the other. That convinced me that
I had done it right. The whole heady sensation that we would have furniture
delivered in the next day was something I would not soon forget.
(Week Sixteen)
After practice Mark and I hurried to the new home. Jamie had
driven down and gotten Gina and the furniture company was in the process of
unloading everything. Gina hug-tackled Mark the moment he announced his
presence and when I turned to laugh at him Jamie tackled me. She was near tears
and that was when I really had saved her sanity. I held her tight and stroked
the back of her hair.
"How is the sleeping arrangements going to work
out?" said Jesse from the door.
"Barney isn't here yet, but it is Mark Quantrill here
with Gina Orwell here. You three don't know each other. Guys, this is Jesse
Costas; he's my current roommate. Amber is going to room with Emily here, and
Jamie is going to room with me."
"Barney is ..." Gina asked.
"Barney is Barney Ross, one of my study buddies and in
the same major as me," I informed her.
"Cool," she smiled. I imagined that nothing could
ruin this day for her.
"So, how come you two jocks get to have live in
mates?" Jesse questioned.
"Because I don't trust Jamie with Gina," I joked
back. Everyone thought it was funny ... except Jamie who took the occasion to
punch me. What's with girls hitting me all the time?
By the end of the day Jesse, Mark, Barney and I had all our
stuff moved in and we were sitting around in the semi-darkness eating Mac-D's.
The power and water wouldn't come on until Monday, which equated to minimum
computer time. Cable wouldn't be ready until Tuesday. Our whole group laughed
about living in the dark ages of the 1980's.
Barney, Jesse, Mark, and Emily made plans to head home in
the morning. Amber and I would head out in the next week because we both felt
the need to meet with the family before Christmas. That night though I was
about to go to bed when I heard some moaning from the room next to me; it was
Mark and Gina.
I was trying to get to sleep with visions of a semi-clad
Gina dancing in my mind when I felt Jamie's hand on my chest. I moved over and
she joined me under the covers. I wanted to make some sort of joke at Mark and
Gina's expense but Jamie's poetic nature beat me to the punch.
"Let's fuck like bunnies." That was Jamie for you;
the soul of romance.
I twisted Jamie on top of me so I could work off her shirt
and get to her nipples. I loved the way they stood out and they had an extra
quality to them in the cold air. I reached down for her ass and discovered she
had no shorts or panties on; I began to suspect premeditation on her part.
Jamie lifted one leg so I could quickly pull my underwear off then she leapt
back on me.
We kissed like hungry beasts, or desperate lovers. I held
her head in my hands so I could control our intensity and direct my kisses to
other places than her lips. Jamie being Jamie; she thrashed against me
playfully. It was by accident that I entered her but we fell still when it
happened. She looked down at me and I could swear she was smiling.
Jamie slowly slipped down my shaft inch by tight inch.
"God I love this," she whispered to me. I bent my
body up to kiss her in response. Jamie pushed my down and began rubbing up and
down against me, her nipples dragging up and down my chest and tickling my own
nipples.
To help her rhythm I grabbed her ass so I could pull up on
when she wanted to go up and rest easy as she pushed back down. We shared the
labor of our sex and soon our sweat added a new texture, heat and friction. In
the cold night air it was exhilarating.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she began grunting. I began
pumping my groin into her when I was already inside.
Jamie pushed herself down into my shoulder.
"Craig!" she screamed, partially muffled by my
flesh. She kept panting and clawing at my flesh for several long seconds.
Jamie's fluids flooded my crotch, ass, and sheets.
"Oh God!" came the cry from the other room.
Apparently Gina had chosen not to stifle her own orgasm. I felt sorry for Jesse
... less so for Barney.
I held Jamie tight as we regained our breath.
"Let's go sleep in your bed," I suggested.
"No you don't," Jamie whispered. She began pushing
up and down on me again and my hands once more gripped her ass. At the same
time she began tightening her vaginal muscles in a new way.
"Damn that is good," I said softly between bated
breathe. Jamie picked up her pace and began raking my ribs with her
fingernails. It wasn't for lack of effort that she didn't skin me alive. The
pain combined with her exceptional sexual dynamic cause my sex to finally erupt
inside of her. My body was wracked with pleasure and Jamie gave gloating 'ahs'
on top of me.
"Now we can go sleep in my bed," she giggled.
"Now I want your ass," I whispered.
"Really; do you think you can get it up?" she said
with a wiggle.
"Do you want to find out?" I tested her.
"Actually my ass if freezing. This house is cold,"
Jamie sighed. "Let's go to my bed and see what 'comes up' in the
morning." I slapped her ass lightly and Jamie squeaked. I had the fun of
chasing her across the room and jump into the other bed with her. As far as I
could tell we fell into a blissful slumber about the same time.
Christmas Break
As I came up the walkway to our college group home Jamie
came running out to jump into my arms. I was barely able to put my gifts down
before she collided with me.
"God, I've missed you," she said between kisses.
"Jamie, I've been gone three days," I responded. I
saw Gina standing somewhat self-consciously at the door. I'd been back in our
home town spending time with my Mom.
"Hey, Gina," I called out. "Help me unload
the car." She shuffled toward me as I hung onto Jamie. Together the three
of us went to the car. The second Christmas present Gina pulled out made her
pause. I casually looked her way.
"Yes?" I asked her.
"This has my name on it," she mumbled.
"It's Christmas; you get gifts on Christmas," I
grinned. Gina attacked the pile of gifts, her smile growing larger. The three
of us finally got everything inside and I sighed when I noticed what Jamie had
gotten for a Christmas tree -- a fossilized bush completely devoid of leaves.
At least Jamie had the good sense to look contrite when I
cast my baleful gaze upon her.
"Well, let's get the presents open," I announced.
Jamie and Gina sat down and attacked their small pile of presents. Gina got one
from Mark, Amber, Emily, Jamie, and I and she went hog wild. She danced around
the place with her clothes, new cell phone, and pre-paid charge card.
Jamie laughed it up with Gina and they both raced back to
their bedrooms to change. Gina had the good sense to come out fully clothed but
Jamie tempted fate by coming out in her new hoodie and thong panties. Gina was
scandalized, but I noticed her gaze kept slipping Jamie's way. It reminded me
of the kiss Gina had shared with Emily a year ago.
"What did you get for Christmas?" Jamie asked.
"Two gorgeous girls to do with as I please," I
chortled. Gina gulped and Jamie poked me in the chest.
"Don't worry, Gina. When he talks about his two girls
he's referring to his right hand and left hand," Jamie grinned.
"Ouch," I cringed. "I came all this way to
see you, Baby."
"You came all this way to sleep alone tonight,"
she taunted me. Gina giggled. I looked pained which only made Jamie happier.
"Don't you want some hot throbbing sex?" I begged.
"I don't know," Jamie said loftily. "Gina,
what are you doing tonight?" Gina choked.
"I ah -- Craig, a little help here?" Gina
sputtered.
"I'll hold her down and you tickle her," I
conspired. Gina looked uncertain but Jamie knew what was coming and bolted for
the bedroom. I raced after her and got her right at the bedroom door. I wrapped
her up in my arms and lifted her back to the main room.
"Gina! Help!" Jamie squawked. I fell down on the
sofa and Jamie thrashed around trying to get free. Gina hovered over us for a
few seconds before a whole new kind of smile came to her face and she leapt on
Jamie. Jamie started really kicking and screaming in hysterics while Gina
tickled her without mercy.
The three of us fell to the floor and soon Gina was tickling
me and Jamie equally. I grabbed Gina in desperation and pulled her to us. Jamie
was fighting for breath but managed to get on top of Gina where the tickling
was returned with intent. In the end we were all struggling for breath on the
floor and lying on our backs.
Jamie rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her
elbows looking down on Gina.
"You are going to pay for your treachery, young
maiden," Jamie panted.
Gina reached up and stroked Jamie's hair.
"Okay," she responded softly.
"How about I go out and get some food?" I
suggested.
"I'll go with you," Gina insisted in a nervous
manner. We stood up and gathered our coats, and I noticed Jamie's confused
expression. Gina had some issues, that was for sure.
Gina sat in silence for most of the trip to the Chinese
take-out place. On the way back Gina turned to me, looking very serious.
"You and Jamie are very close, right?" Gina asked.
"Very close. But that doesn't mean the two of you can't
be close too," I suggested. That brought Gina up short once more.
"What you are feeling is totally natural, Gina. You don't have to worry
about Jamie or me judging you," I told her.
"Craig, I like you; I trust you. What am I going to
do?" Gina worried. She trusts me? What is wrong with my jock image that
makes girls want to trust me and makes me not want to abuse that trust? How
less complicated would my life be if I was as total asshole?
"Follow your heart, Gina. Have a little faith in
you," I responded.
"What about us, -- you and me?" Gina asked.
"As I've told you earlier, you are beautiful. Mark is
my friend and I don't feel there can be an 'us' while the two of you are
together. You, Jamie, and Emily are a different matter," I assured her.
"Don't worry about me getting jealous; Jamie has always gone her own way
and I think Emily likes you."
"She does?" Gina sounded a bit surprised.
"Oh, yeah, trust me on that one. Emily likes you a
lot," I told her.
"Amber?" Gina questioned.
"Amber less so, but that has more to do with what she
likes than anything personal," I assured her.
"We are not talking about friendship, are we?" Gina
asked for clarification.
"Nope," I answered. Gina looked at her hands a
long time.
"All of this was going on when we were in high school,
wasn't it?" she inquired.
"Yes, it was," I grinned.
"I always thought there was something 'friendly' about
Emily and Jamie; they were always so helpful and touchy-feely," she noted.
"Did you like that level of relationship?" I
asked. She thought that over for a minute.
"Yes," she replied quietly. "Yes, I did. Do
you think Mark will get upset?"
"Are you going to dump him?" I responded.
"No," Gina declared. "Mark is the best thing
to ever happen to me."
"Then I think we are okay. The weird thing will be if
Mark wants to watch," I inform
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If it matters, make it count.
(Monday)
"Do it again," Eleanor told me yet again as she
did absolutely every lab.
"I have I ever told you how lovely your eyes look when
fired by unmitigated hate?" I answered.
"No, that is a new one," she growled. I took my
failed results and went back to my lab partner Barney. He shook his head
wondering why I kept going back for the punishment.
When we finally turned in the proper answers that met her
exacting specifications Eleanor intensely met my eyes.
"Can you come by my place tonight at eight?" she
whispered. I nodded. I was afraid I knew what this was about.
At eight I showed up at her little apartment and knocked on
the door. I heard some rustling inside and when the door opened it was clear
that Eleanor had run over her roommate with the short black hair to there
first.
"Hey Craig, come on in!" she panted. Eleanor
virtually dragged me inside.
"Hey," I managed to get out to her roommates
before she led me upstairs and into her room.
"Ah, Eleanor?" I wondered.
"Quick, get out of your clothes," she said
hurriedly. She was already stripping out of her own. I started doing the same.
Before I was finished she was already under the covers staring at me.
"Eleanor did you invite me over here solely so we could
have sex?" I inquired. She thought about it for a moment.
"Yes."
"I'm your Booty Call?" I sounded confused. She
hesitated and had the heart to sound embarrassed.
"Yes."
"What do you do if I walk out that door?" I
threatened. She looked hurt and a bit shocked at what she'd done.
"I don't know," she said weakly. I regarded her
cautiously before my next statement.
"Good thing you are not going to have to find
out," I grinned. "Now scoot over."
She did that quickly and I went under the covers and into
her arms. I rolled on top of her began savagely kissing her. She began making
that little warbling noise she made when she was sexually excited. My hand slid
down her body making gentle feelers.
"Mmmm," she purred without me going for the
classical tits and ass erogenous zones.
This woman was a lot of fun for a man who liked to use touch
to excite. I moved my kisses down to her neck, shoulder and the earlobe, which
got her more turned on.
"Craig, I want to do it," she groaned. Eleanor was
a virgin and had been pretty adamant about staying that way.
"That will cost you dinner," I teased as I ran my
hand along the swell of her hips and belly.
"Bastard," she gasped. I punished her for that by
going back to her vulnerable earlobe. She was soon writhing in my gasps and
crying out. The second I ran two fingers along her vulnerable virgin slit she
came.
"Oh Craig!" she shouted. I now decided to show off
and began to seriously working her over. My thumb and finger worked over her
cunt while my other hand tweaked her breast and my lips ghosted over everything
from chest to eyelids. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes and her
breath was coming in ragged rasps.
"Please," she begged.
"No way," I gloated and she mewled like a kitten.
"I'm going to make you come and come," and I did. After the third
mighty spasm I had mercy. She had soaked the bed with her sweat the sheets were
totally messed up where her fists had clenched them in to balls.
"I can't walk," she groaned but I realized there
was a fatigued smile etched on her face.
"But are you happy?" I suggested.
"Desperately happy ... are we going to do this
again?" she hoped.
"Not tonight Doctor. You've had thee orgasms in one
hour and you need a rest, but maybe tomorrow," I instructed.
With much effort she pushed herself on top of me and soaked
up my energy.
"I have to go; PT at six a.m.," I explained.
"I'll miss you," she whispered somewhat fearfully.
"I'll miss you too," I assured her. "Not that
I've been with all that many woman -- okay three -- but you are super-energetic
and very exciting to be with."
"Even if I'm small?" she worried.
"If you were bigger could I do this," I teased as
I pulled her up and sucked her whole breast into my mouth. Eleanor gasped and
pulled on my hair.
"I suppose not," she moaned happily. She made a
disappointed little sigh when I released my mouth lock.
"I have to be working out in the morning," I
reminded her.
"Okay," she allowed as she rolled off to the side.
I hurriedly got dressed and 'forgot' to put on my shirt as I pulled on my
hoodie and made for the door.
"Tomorrow I can make it around ten thirty," I told
her
"I'll make the time," she smiled. I headed out the
door and found all three women working on their computers when I came down.
They all stole glances at me. I went over and fixed myself a glass of water,
drank it and headed for the door.
"Three?" the short-haired girl teased.
"I'm Craig; you are?" I extended my hand.
"Denise," she answered and shook it. She had a
good grasp.
"Yes three, but then she had mercy on me and released
me to go home. I swear you grad students are pent up sexual volcanoes," I
grinned.
The girls exchanged glances unsure how much I jested. I took
that moment to make my leave. My knee was still hurting and it was a long way
back to the dorm. Once there I found that Jesse had the 'warning' mark out,
indicating he had company in the room, so I made myself comfortable in the
common area and finished studying to well past midnight. Practice in the
morning sucked.
(Tuesday)
I dragged my way through classes and opted for a nap instead
of lunch to put a few more hours of sleeplessness behind me. I snacked on
energy bars between classes and met up with Jamie and Emily for a study session
around dinner time. Around nine I made my excuses to my friends, worked out at
the sports facility for an hour, showered and went to Eleanor's.
This time the red-head Tammie answered the door. She gave me
a friendly smile then called over her shoulder to the room in general.
"Eleanor, your Jackhammer is here!" Followed by
looking back to me and said "Come on in Craig."
"You know I'm a sensitive guy with feelings," I
joked with her as I entered. I put my book bag at by the door and took off my
jacket.
"What would you prefer?" she answered.
"Love Doctor ... no wait; Passion Piston," I
puffed out my chest. She patted me on the ass and chuckled.
Before the conversation could continue Eleanor came racing
to the top of the stairs, wearing my shirt I'd left for her and drying her
hair. The general idea I thought we all had was that she had nothing on
underneath the shirt either. I took the stair two at a time and Eleanor giggled
and raced for her room.
I kissed her in the middle of the room and ran my hands over
her back and ass.
"Thanks for the shirt; it smells of you," she
smiled appreciatively. I stuck me face into her hair and neck.
"Let me get the smell of you," I responded. She
sighed. I began working off my hoodie. When she started to take off her shirt I
stopped her. She looked at me curiously.
When I was naked I moved up to Eleanor and slowly pulled her
shirt up. I knelt down and kissed her stomach when it became revealed. I slowly
moved the shirt up kissing my way with it; each breasts getting each own tongue
twirl. When I got her shirt off she was vibrating with sexual tension.
"I want to do it," she gasped. I nodded because I
wasn't sure what to say when agreeing to be a woman's first. "I have
rubbers." So did I but I didn't feel that saying it was appropriate at
that moment. She opened the drawer and handed me a box.
"Extra Large," I noted. "Why does everyone
get Extra Large? Are we all supposed to have tree trunks between our
thighs?" I groaned.
"You can't use them," Eleanor sounded
disappointed.
"No, all guys get Extra Large so it is a pretty much
catch all. I'll do just fine, but I still like to bitch about it."
"Well quick, put it on!" she urged. Man she was hungry
for sex so I ripped the condom rapper and rolled it on.
I led her into bed and put her beneath me. She was clearly
terrified so I developed a plan. I gently caressed her body but that didn't
help, but this part of the plan wasn't supposed to. When I could see panic
about to overwhelm her I made my move. I tickled her under her arms. Eleanor
jumped.
"What are you ...' she then lost the ability to speak
except with giggles. "No," she gasped.
I wouldn't relent. Soon she was laughed and thrashing about
the bed unable to escape my greater strength and fast hands.
"Please," she begged between hiccups. I had
maneuvered her so that we were spooning. Only when I rocked my hips forward and
up a bit did she realize; I was about to enter her.
She tensed up slightly so I tickled her again.
"I'll be good," she giggled. I actually slipped
inside and she whimpered. Damn she had a tight vagina but then she was as small
woman. I had one hand underneath her and was groping her breast. My free hand
teased her ear, neck, ribs, and waist.
Eleanor pushed down slightly and tensed.
"Are you okay?" I whispered.
"I want to do this," she moaned, part ecstasy,
part pain. All I could think that when this woman set her mind to do something
she was determined.
We began to push in and withdraw incrementally until I felt
we had reached that critical point.
"Hang on," I warned her. She nodded and I then
pushed.
"Ow," she cried softly then sobbed with her back
pressed against me.
I held her tightly. She kept trembling until I pushed in a little
deeper. She gasped, but I pressed a little more before withdrawing. I pulled
back a little more then I felt her push down.
"It hurts," she whimpered.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"Yes, for a minute. Let me adjust. I hear that makes it
feel better," Eleanor answered. A little while later she pushed down again
and I began rocking my hips for her. I also began moving my hands over her body
and her painful trembles became ones of pleasure.
"Craig, yes yes," she panted. I few more pumps and
a stroke over her lower stomach and she screamed out "Fuck yeah!"
which was the first curse word I could recall her saying.
After she came down, I kept my free arm draped over her for
a bit.
"How about we lay here for a while," I suggested.
From my experiences with my first girl, Jamie, Eleanor would be sore and
uncomfortable with sex.
"That would be nice," she murmured and snuggled in
against me.
We remained spooned until she asked me a question about
cellular mitosis. I thought about it before answering. She turned over and
looked into my eyes. The next few questions were more difficult and I began
wondering what it was she was getting at. I began answering with 'I'm not
sure,' which didn't seem to bother her at all. I finally had to ask,
"What is this about?"
"Just checking that you loved Biology," she
sighed.
"You are a graduate student Eleanor. I can't hope to
compete," I complained.
"I'm checking to see if I'll see you next
semester," she responded quietly.
"Planning on dragging me back to your place every night
and having your way with me?" I teased.
"Pretty much yes," she countered playfully.
"We don't have to have classes together for this to
happen," I told her.
"I find the thought of you beneath to be
exciting," she grinned sheepishly; women.
"This is it for a week," I informed Eleanor.
"Fall Break," she sighed.
"I'll be back on Wednesday for training for the
game," I hinted.
"We need to talk about your finals," she smiled.
"Emily will be back with me and Jamie is coming back on
Friday," I told her.
"Monday week," she asked hopefully.
"Crap Eleanor, are you trying to kill me?" I
grinned.
"Consider it a biology experiment," she suggested.
"On that note I'm heading out," I made an
exaggerated sigh. I slipped out of bed, disposed of the rubber and began
getting dressed. Again Eleanor sat back and watched as if not sure what to make
of me or if I was even real. When I was about done she took hold of my arm.
"I'll see you home."
"I'll see you downstairs," I responded. She began
putting a shirt and pants on while I made my way to the common area.
"Hey Stud," Denise said. I laughed.
"I hate to bust my Macho Mystique, but I'm afraid this
is more a case that Eleanor is dynamite in bed."
That made Tammie, Denise, and the tall woman all exchange
looks yet again.
"We won't tell anyone," Denise joked.
"It is always the quiet ones," Tammie smiled.
"So you had nothing to do with it?" the tall one
added.
"I won't go that far," I suggested at which point
Eleanor came pounding down the stairs. She took me by the shoulder and headed
me toward the door. Two coats and a car later Eleanor turned and kissed me
passionately.
"Huh?"
"That's for the 'dynamite' bit," she chortled
happily; girls and eavesdropping.
(Friday)
Jamie and I were going over out midterm scores when Emily
and Amber came walking up. We were all riding home together which was going to
be a bit awkward. It actually turned out better than expected. Amber and I
exchanged maybe twenty words, but they were civil. Emily and Jamie kept the
conversation going.
We all agreed to meet up at the high school game after I
dropped everyone off. It was good to see Mom at home, but then it was good to
see Mom at all the way work jerked her around. I hadn't been at home more than
an hour before Jamie called me to come get her. I made my quick good-byes and
drove over.
"Shit Craig, I forgot how much I hated this
place," was how Jamie greeted me. Her dad was still at work and all the
people she knew and cared about had gone to school with her.
"Emily's family is going to want her to hang around
until game time so I guess it is you and me for now. Is there any place you
want to go?" I asked as we went down to the basement.
Jamie flopped down on the sofa.
"Craig, promise me we won't drift apart," she
asked.
"What's got you in this mood Jamie?" I responded.
"You and Amber; I want you and me to always remain
close Craig. I've felt that about you for some time but I wanted you to know
it." I sat down and wrapped an arm around her.
"It is a deal Jamie. No matter what happens we will
always be friends and not just friends, but best friends," I assured her.
"What about Emily?" she sighed as she leaned into
my shoulder.
"I can't say for sure. You were Emily's first and I
believe you are her favorite. You've been there for her twice and Emily isn't
someone who would throw that away," I said.
"She almost did when we first showed up," she
pointed out.
"She's allowed a freshman infatuation Jamie and that is
all that relationship was. Some hot girl came on to her publically and she lost
her head. Can you forgive her?" I asked.
"Yeah, yeah I can. It hurt though thinking that she was
gone from my life," Jamie confided.
"Were you ever afraid you lost me?" I inquired.
"You? No, I know I have you whipped," she grinned
up at me.
"Jamie, have I ever told you what a wonderful bump you
give to my self-esteem?" I smiled back at her.
"No," she answered.
"Well, with comments like that I'm not likely to,"
I joked.
"Honey, your happiness is nice, but all I really need
is for you to sex me up on demand," she cooed.
"I refer to my earlier comment on self-esteem," I
groused. I kissed her and she kissed me back. Our hand met and our fingers
intertwined. This was play, not sex and it was really good to be free of all
those kinds of pressures. Jamie parted our kiss and gave a coquettish grin,
"Does it make you feel better to know I want you?"
"Indeed Jamie, from the first day I met you," I
answered.
"Are you trying to get lucky?" she teased.
"No, I'm trying to be honest," I replied and she
reacted by hugging me and then kissing me on the neck. We played around until
Emily called us and said her entire family was heading over to the game.
Quantrill and Gina met Jamie and I in the stands and after
some urging, we two guys went down to the field to talk with the team. The
coach varied between ignoring me and sending hate my way. He wasn't my problem
anymore. Not only had Quantrill and I gone on to college, five of our teammates
had gone on as well. We swapped stories with each other and with the guys who
had taken our place.
It was easy to talk with the former-juniors, now seniors,
who had been on the team the year before. For the rest, it was a strange mix of
awe and envy. We veterans had won Regionals, while this year we were struggling
to win the conference. Mostly it was good. Their quarterback was Lynn Puller, a
hard working junior with a willingness to run the ball. We liked each other on
the spot. It was freaking weird to have anyone tell me he 'admired me'. I was nineteen!
The tough moment came when I caught Emily and Amber down
with the cheerleaders. The girls were doing pretty much what Mark and I were
doing; catching up with old friends. Amber gave me an odd look but didn't say
anything. When the game started we got off the field and back with our
families; Jamie and me were family. We watched the team beat Panther Hill, but
it was strange to be on the outside since I'd only come to town my senior year.
Jamie insisted I wasn't missing anything.
(Week Nine)
Jamie and I agreed that we would spend Saturday with our
individual parents. At noon Jamie gave me a call and told me that she was going
crazy and that I needed to save her. I told her to suck it up, they were our
parents and we should give them a chance. Fifteen minutes later Jamie told me
that if I came over she would have sex with me. What followed went like this:
"Mom, I'm going over to Jamie's."
"Craig, are you sure we can't spend some more time
together (watching TV)?" Mom said.
"Mom, if I get over there right now I can have
sex," I responded. Mom laughed.
"Okay dear, have fun," she joked, clearly
believing for some strange reason that I'm still a virgin.
I knocked on the door to Jamie's house once and came in.
"Hey Mr. Watts," I called out. I figured Jamie's
dad was in his man-cave so Jamie would be in her room. I pounded up the stairs
without hearing his reply. Her door was open so I swept in and shut the door
behind me.
"I shouldn't have come home," she let into me, clearly
frustrated. She was sitting on her stomach on her bed, legs kicked up in the
air and looking at her laptop. I wanted to sit beside her, but took off my
jacket and sat on the floor in front of her instead, cross legged.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Dad tried to have a conversation with me Craig, and I
wanted to cry. We have nothing in common. Since mom left, we've had nothing and
now it hurts, Okay!" she blurted out.
"I'll make arrangements for Winter Break," was the
only thing I could think of to say. Jamie didn't want platitudes; she wanted
some sort of action.
"What?" she looked down at me hopefully.
"Freshmen have to live in
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Friendships don't last forever, they are built
forever.
(Ten Months Later)
A quick recap: Jamie was having sex with Craig and Emily in
equal measure; Amber was having sex with mostly Craig but occasionally Emily;
Craig and Emily were not having sex but were good friends. Does that make
sense? If so, explain it to me; Craig.
High School football was great. We took our team to
All-Regional, losing out All-State to Dillon City but since they were twice our
size we didn't take all that bad. The real benefit was that a dozen of us got
scouted by some colleges. I was stunned by getting three offers. I immediately
went to the women to figure out what we would do.
Jamie got a scholarship to State in Computer Engineering
(did I mention that she was the brains of the outfit?), Emily got a partial
scholarship for Cheer Squad to State as well and Amber could swing the tuition.
I took State's offer though it promised the least play time the next two years.
Their quarterback was really, really good.
In high school we got endless ribbing for our choices. It
was all made better by my good buddy Quantrill's choice to go to State as well.
It would be good to have a guy friend because sometimes guys need to hang out
with guys. Quantrill and some of my other teammates claimed it was a desperate
need for sleep.
On the plus side I broke six feet before I started tryouts.
I also put on twenty pounds which made me more of a fireplug. Quantrill got
taller and faster -- fast enough to make the team as a walk on. It didn't hurt
that I could hit Quantrill from Mars we were so good together. Mind you, Lawrence
Morgan, the real QB, was quicker in the scramble, had a better arm, and was
taller which comes in handy when the defensive line is trying to block you.
Against him; he wouldn't run the ball and he was arrogant, both fueled by his
(and most people's) certainty that he would go pro.
In a turnabout from High School, I loved the coach, his
style, and his playbook. He liked my enthusiasm too. He promised me that if I
held out for two years I'd be his man, and I believed him. This guy had a way
with people. I did well in scrimmages and developed a great rapport with 'my'
guys on the offensive line.
School-wise Emily went for Journalism, Amber went for Sports
Medicine. They were happy with the possibilities so what could go wrong? I went
for Biology because I actually wanted to study something other jocks weren't in
plus I actually was good at it, and Jamie, as mentioned, went for Computer
Engineering. I took one look at her course work and had a strong desire to do a
practice without a helmet.
(First Week)
Our first day of classes was a massive shock. Sure we knew
things would be different, but we went from being somebodies to absolutely
nobodies. Even being part of the football team didn't mean anything. My own
senior teammates treated me like I barely existed. To teachers I was someone
who had to earn the grade all on my own not some pampered elite.
No one at school knew my name and it was weird to walk
across campus as a non-entity after such a phenomenal senior year in my little
high school in a town virtually no one could find on a map. I took a seat in my
first class and grabbed a place in the middle of the room. I caught the guy
across the way looking at me.
"You are that guy," he stated.
"Huh?"
"One of the freshman on the football team," he
said.
"Hi, that's me. I'm Craig," I offered my hand. The
guy shook it.
"I'm Barney," he told me. "So what are you
doing here?"
"I was dumb enough to place out of 101," I
laughed. Barney also chuckled.
"Me too."
"So, why are you in advanced Biology? You have
football," Barney asked.
"Dude, the odds of me going pro in the NFL is 20,000 to
1; the odds of me finding a job at a pharmaceutical corporation are 10 to 1.
Guess which odds I'm playing?" I grinned. Barney nodded.
"Do you want to study together?" Barney offered.
"Deal," I agreed. The teacher came in to bring the
class to order. I thought he was a bit young then I learned she was a graduate
student. Freshmen classes didn't deserve the attention of actual teachers.
Better yet, our 'teacher' informed us that a quarter of us wouldn't finish the
class. Her name was Eleanor Cosby and I loved her optimism.
After the class our teacher pulled me aside and waited for
most of the students to leave. She looked terribly ferocious for a small woman.
She started off by poking me in the chest.
"Listen up Mister. I don't care that you are part of
the football program. I'm going to ride you doubly hard. If you don't perform
to my expectation I'll flunk your ass." She stormed out without me getting
in a word and I was left wondering what I'd already done wrong.
When the gang gathered for dinner (along with half the
student body) we compared our day. Everyone was upbeat, especially Jamie who
found it cool to be with people that almost as smart as she was. We all thanked
her for that. Only I had a bad experience. No one knew what to make of it.
Emily was strangely distant.
This was how things went horrible wrong (or right). We were
in our pre-season game with Hudson State. Morgan had a flawless game. He did so
well that the coach put me in for the second half. I did surprisingly well. I
didn't get horribly mangled and ran in for a touchdown, proving that I was just
as dangerous inside the twenty. A few reporters asked me about my time so I
told them that was up to Morgan and the coach.
After the game a new truth came to light; we weren't in
rural Kansas anymore. Emily showed up with her date, an honest to God girl. She
was a junior, very attractive, and a bit condescending. She could legally buy
beer after all. Jamie took the news a bit hard so Amber gave the two of us the
night. It was a sensitive night like we hadn't had since the beginning.
Later at night I was rubbing Jamie's shoulder and gently
pushing deeper into her ass when my roommate, Jesse, showed up. I yanked some
covers up in time so we avoided total embarrassment. He made some excuses but
Jamie refused to stop her pleasure and pushed against me.
"Harder Craig," she groaned, "I want it
harder."
My roommate made a hasty exit and I pinched her ass. That
made her wiggle with pleasure so I stroked up to her nipples and began twisting
and pulling on one of her nipples. Jamie turned her head and bit my arm hard
enough to leave a mark. Something about her and pain was such a turn on. I
pounded her harder and she let up on her hold to concentrate on the sensation.
Seconds later I felt her ass clench and I was shooting off
into her.
"Thanks Craig," Jamie moaned into the pillow.
"That was great." I wrapped my arms around her even as I felt our combined
juices soaking into my crotch and the bed. The reality of sex is that you often
have to change your sheets and flip your mattress. For Jamie it was worth it.
(Second Week)
The first game of our season was against Carson. State has
two rivals, Central, who we hated with a passion and Carson who we despised. I
hadn't been in school three weeks and I hated Central through osmosis. I really
couldn't explain it any other way. Carson was our out of state rival and our
rivalry was relatively short term; say fifty years or so. They'd also won the
past five outings. They were in a rebuilding year though.
We went on the field and warmed up as the game got ready to
go. Carson got the ball first but only got to our thirty. I was sitting on the
bench talking to our punter when the coach called me over. I trotted over to
see what he wanted.
"Yeah coach?"
"Where is your helmet?" he asked. I looked back to
the bench where I'd left it then it dawned on me what he meant. My mouth gaped.
I grabbed my helmet and ran onto the field. I had the distinct displeasure of
telling Morgan to go see the coach about this whole unasked for change in
events. I had to make the first play. I reminded myself of every defense Carson
ran.
I swept to the right and got eight yards. As we marched up
to the line I looked over to the sidelines but the coach stood there like a
stone. Our fans realized what was happening and started booing me. I could
hardly blame them. I tossed for a first down, ran a running play for the next
two, and put three more before putting it in the end zone with a goalpost dive.
Now everyone was cheering.
The coach didn't explain anything when I sat down, but
Morgan glared an all too familiar brand of hate. Hadn't I left high school
behind to get away from this? Morgan and I alternated between series of downs
and Carson was never able to adjust. The coach played it all brilliantly and we
won the second most important game of the season. The point that I was now
'somebody' didn't suck.
Nothing strikes up the masculine allure like victory and now
that I was a victor. I suddenly had all kinds of upperclassmen woman (is that
how it is said?) wanting to know me. Those made me feel full of myself right up
until Jamie came up and put me into a headlock.
"Mine!" she shouted. A few people were stunned, a
few teammates laughed at me, and a few daggers were glared Jamie's way.
When we broke through the crowd I put my hand around her
waist and held her tight.
"Thanks," I told her.
"Hell Craig, do I have to put a brand on your
ass?" she smiled evilly. Somehow I thought she was only half kidding.
"I'll be good," I swore.
"Actually I want you to be bad," she teased me
while playfully drawing one of my fingers to her lips and biting it.
"I can do that to," I promised.
We caught up at a party with Amber and she rushed into my
arms and buried me in kisses. Her friends seemed suitably impressed that she
knew me. They were confused about Jamie until they exchanged their own kiss.
From that point on I was The Guy -- the Weird Sexually Twisted Guy, but still
The Guy.
It was our first night together on campus and the bed was
tiny for three but we made it work. Amber sat on my face and I grabbed her ass
cheeks and pulled and kneaded them hard. She was bucking against me and when my
tongue found her clit I wouldn't let up. I even snuck a finger in underneath
and began finger fucking her with it, which only drove her harder.
Jamie was riding my crotch and scratching my chest so much I
knew I was going to catch hell from the physical trainers come Monday. At the
time it was well worth the pain. Jamie, the little vixen was getting off on it
too because she was the first one to cum. I came right after that and I kept
playing with Amber until Jamie came up my body and took control of Amber's
breasts and nibbling on her earlobe. Amber came with a shudder and I drank her
up.
We had just finished flipping the mattress (again) and
putting on new sheet when Emily called sounding really upset. Twenty minutes
later she was up at my place and crying into Amber's shoulder. It seemed that
her new 'friend' had only been using Emily to make her previous paramour
jealous and now that they were together, Emily was dumped to the curb.
We found ourselves cuddled on my bed, Emily against the wall
and head resting on my shoulder, Jamie on top of me with her head on my chest,
and Amber on the outside, my arm around her and resting her head on my other
shoulder. Surrounded by three warm bodies I felt like I was being cooked alive.
That is when Jesse walked in. He looked us over with disbelieving eyes.
"Jesus-Fucking-Christ man! Three?" he groused
before turning and slamming the door.
"That guy has issues," Jamie observed.
"Is this going to be okay?" Emily asked.
"We'll deal with it," Amber said she put her head
back down. I was asleep before I gave it much thought.
(Monday)
"Do it again," my favorite female grad student who
was both my teacher and lab instructor growled at me. I looked to Barney who
shrugged.
"Can you tell me what I did wrong?" I pleaded.
This was our first real lab experiment and I wanted to get it right. It only
got harder from here.
"Figure it out on your own?" she gloated. I walked
back over to Barney.
"Sorry for dragging you down with me," I mumbled
to him. Barney shrugged.
"Eh, we'll get it right," he added and we did.
When I brought it up she went over it studiously. She finally gave up in
frustration.
"Completed."
"Thanks Eleanor," I sighed with relief. Right then
I figured I'd fucked up again.
"Ms. Cosby," she seethed. "You will call me
Ms. Cosby."
"I've heard the other students call you Eleanor,"
I griped.
"You are not most students, Mr. Dawkins. If you want to
know how special you are you can ask any number of those drooling coeds walking
around campus," she replied with anger.
"How about I try this again," I said hopefully,
"Hi, I'm Craig, Ms. Cosby. What have I done to piss you off?"
"You breathe, Mr. Dawkins," she spat back. I
responded logically; I held my breath. She didn't know what to make of that and
left me hanging for nearly a minute.
"Get out of my sight, Mr. Dawkins," she growled. I
started breathing again and left. As I did so I imagined I might have seen the
tiniest of smiles. Barney caught up to me and slapped me on the back.
"I thought she was going to let you choke out," he
grinned. I could only nod.
Over the next few days Emily was all over me; I was her
anchor in the strangest way considering her and Amber's relationship. I had a
few teammates ask me about her in all kinds of sexual ways and I found myself
beating them off with a stick. Why do so many guys assume that all a lesbian
needs is a big stiff dick? If pissed me off for guys to think of Emily as if
something was wrong with her.
Amber and I had the same circle of school acquaintances,
Jamie and I shared the same math course, but Emily and I had the actual sport.
I initiated the actual flirting on the field. The first time she seemed
confused and a bit stiff, but afterwards she got more attention from other
members of the cheer squad and the process fed on itself.
The only people not happy with my activities were the coach
(whoops!) and Emily's ex. Apparently Emily was supposed to take weeks to
rebound and certainly not with someone like me. Emily got so excited that she
came to me after one practice and pressed into me.
"You know, I almost want to have sex with you,"
she whispered.
"Would that be weird?" I responded. "You are
my best friend." She hugged me even tighter.
(Third Week)
Claremont was our second game of the season and a solid
victory. This game I got to play the last bit of the fourth quarter. It wasn't
good but then I didn't expect much. The coach didn't hold my hand, but then
that wasn't his job. Morgan gave me a bit of a verbal slap but I didn't care.
For my freshmen year my numbers were good enough for me.
I did get an odd meeting with someone I came to identify as
a 'booster'. He offered me a deal on a new car and praised me on my
performance. He mentioned an 'off campus' party a few of the fans were holding
for the team. I asked about bringing some friends and he asked me how many so I
told him it was my three girlfriends. He stared at me then suggested that we do
it next time.
It was okay; we cruised the local mall that had nearly had
more stores than our entire town. We did things like order Chinese food and get
sundaes before grabbing a movie. It was normal date stuff and we fell into our
older order of me with Amber and Jamie with Emily. It felt great to leave the
hectic world of college behind us for a few hours and be our old selves.
On Monday afternoon the college world came crashing back in
the form of Ms. Cosby. As she reviewed my work she couldn't help but comment,
"Not the star athlete, are you Mr. Dawkins?"
"We won, didn't we?" I countered.
"Not with much help from you," she taunted me. I
decided on a different tact since being reasonable wasn't getting me anywhere.
"Please call me Craig, Eleanor and I must say how
stormy your brown eyes look today," I grinned. I swore she was about to
take my head off.
"Do the work again, Mr. Dawkins," she growled. I beamed
kindness her way.
"Call me Craig please and I'd be glad to spend more
time with you." I heard her teeth grinding as I walked away. Barney looked
at me as if I'd lost my mind.
"Dude, you are pissing off a woman who can make killer
diseases," he whispered. I could only shrug. If I couldn't pass freshman
Biology labs then I was sunk anyway.
On Wednesday night I begged off the women and was catching
up with my studying when I got a strange call. It took me a moment to place it;
Gina Orwell.
"Gina, what's up?" I asked.
"Craig, Mark and I had a fight and I don't know who
else to call?" she answered. Of course, calling Jamie, Emily, or Amber
seemed like better choices to me but okay.
"What can I do for you?" I said.
"Can I stay at your place tonight?" she stammered.
"Gina I'm at State," I replied.
"So am I," she came back with. Now the essence of
her fight with Mark Quantrill became clearer.
"Sure, where do you want me to pick you up?" I
inquired.
"I'm at the Little Caesars," she informed me.
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," I replied. I
said goodbye and put on some sweats. Thirty minutes later I had Gina back at my
place, pretty upset and confused.
She had hitchhiked to college to firm up her relationship
with Mark and he'd gotten upset with her. She was left without a way home and
no place to go. I had been the first one to answer their phone so here she was.
After minutes after getting the story Emily called me, found out I already had
Gina and seemed okay with us spending the night together. WTF?
Gina and I used the bathroom surreptitiously then got back
to my room. She stripped down to her bra and panties -- sexy as hell because
they were meant to entice Mark -- and crawled into bed with me. When she moved
close to me and began softly crying I knew what hell was like. She was so hot,
so vulnerable, and so way out of bounds. I was still thinking about my bizarre
life when Jesse walked into the room and cut on the lights.
"Shit man! Another one," he snapped. I sat up with
my t-shirt still on. Gina sat up beside me and held the blanket to her chest.
"No!" I shouted. "This one's clothed and
everything; she's a friend from my hometown who needed a place to crash."
Jesse stared at us.
"It is true," Gina responded. "I came up to
see my boyfriend and things went poorly. I'm sorry." That mollified Jesse.
"Okay, as long as you two keep it down," he
muttered. When Jesse had crawled into his bed on the other side of the room
Gina put her hand on my covered chest.
"So, you want to screw around," she murmured. I
couldn't tell if she was kidding or not.
"Mark is my friend and I don't know which one of the
girls or Mark would kill me first," I whispered in return. That made her
giggle; she ran her hand to the waist band of my pants but stopped there. Gina
put her head on my chest.
"Thank you," she sighed before drifting off to
sleep. I guessed she was grateful for not being treated like a slab of meat.
In the morning Jamie, Gina and Mark got together to talk
things out. Gina was contrite; Mark was apologetic and we all pony-upped the
money to get Gina a bus ride home. She had our numbers if she needed things.
Emily, Amber and I will there to see her off. Only as she was hugging me
goodbye and thanking me for the place to stay did Amber discover where Gina had
been the night before. I had some explaining to do.
When I got back to my room Jamie was waiting. I considered
this to be a really good thing until I saw the look in her eye that told me
that she knew something that I didn't but should have.
"Jamie, who let you
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