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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 sadness there, and they welled up as if she were doing her
best to hold back tears. A wash of emotion swept over me like a storm driven
wave, and I leaned forward lifted her chin and kissed her softly. Our lips
brushed, our tongues sought out one another, delicately probing. Something wet
touched my cheek making me break the kiss long before I wanted to. I pulled
back and a tear streamed down Summer's cheek. I reached for one of the towels
and daubed it. I took a deep breath and was about to ask why she was crying
when a curt little head shake waved off the question.
"Please don't ask, not yet anyway." She said, her
voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry." She said wiping the remaining
tear with the heel of her hand.
"You don't have anything to be sorry about." I
replied softly.
She inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. She turned to me
with a smile on her mouth but sadness in her eyes.
"I saw there's a free concert in the park tonight. Want
to go? A rock blues cover band is playing. Sounds like they might be
good."
I knew they were good, my friends brother was in the band,
and I'd heard them before. I smiled and nodded. "Sounds like fun, and they
are good, I've heard them before."
"I should ride down and get the Jeep. There's no way
you're walking that far." I said sternly.
"Yes dear." Summer rolled her eyes at me. She
giggled, and got up hobbling off to the bedroom and came back with a set of
keys handing them to me.
"It's black, and I'm guessing the only one with West
Virginia plates. It's at the walk-in clinic on Route 12."
I nodded. "I know exactly where you mean. I'll go get
it. You relax, take a nap if you want. I should be back in an hour or so."
I smiled. I kissed her again, the underlying want in our embrace was nearly too
much. She placed her hand on my chest, with the barest hint of pressure. She
was right, if I kept it up we weren't going anywhere. I reluctantly stepped
back, picked up the folded towels and put them away. I walked back out and she
had laid down on the couch with her foot up on a pillow. I smiled that she'd
taken my suggestion.
"Can I get you anything before I go?" I said
softly leaning over the arm of the couch. She just smiled and gave her head a
little shake. She reached up pulling me down closer for a quick upside-down kiss.
I headed for the kitchen door, pausing as I closed it quietly, looking back
into the house. I turned and started walking home.
I walked, lost in thought. This week had been a week of
firsts for me. I grinned at the thought of the first day when I lost my
virginity to an amazing woman. The aggravation of the following days of not
knowing exactly what was happening. If I had just opened my eyes I would have
noticed she was waiting for me. Then today when she all but pushed me into
making love to her again. I wondered why, well why me anyway. I knew so little
about her. What was going on here. We'd known each other about a week, what was
that question about believing in love. I could easily fall in love with her, I
had to admit. Was I doing just that? So many questions came to mind as I walked
up my driveway, I grabbed my bike out of the garage and hopped on. I made my
way down to the coast road and started pedaling in earnest up the first rise.
The traffic drifted past me as I sought answers to my questions. I pedaled
harder nearly coasting up the next rise. Why was I over analyzing this? I was
living out a fantasy any red-blooded male would die for. A beautiful, sexy
woman wanted to have sex with me, repeatedly. Isn't that enough for me? I
laughed out loud at that thought because I realized, it isn't.
I rolled down the long slope of the hill seeing the clinic
up ahead. I pulled into the parking lot and rode around looking for the Jeep
and found it near the side of the building. I checked the plate and got off my
bike, took out the keys and opened up the driver's side door. The heat billowed
out of it from being parked in the sun so long. The smell of a roasted sweet
smelling air freshener poured out and nearly gagged me. I walked to the back
and looked at how I was going to get my bike in there and noticed there was a
folding bike rack on the spare tire mount. I figured it out in a few minutes
and had my bike on it and strapped it into place. I got in and got myself
familiar with everything. Started it up and turned up the air conditioning.
Once I felt comfortable with everything I pulled on my seat belt and headed out
of the parking lot. I got back to town and figured I'd go drop off my bike
first. I pulled up in front of the house, and killed the engine. I hopped out
and took my bike off the back, then ran inside for some clothes to wear tonight
since I was kind of sweaty from the ride. I picked through some stuff and
grabbed a bag and tossed it in. I was glad mom wasn't home, I didn't want to
have to explain what I was doing, and who owned the Jeep out front. She knew I
was working for a tourist that needed help, and unless Paula at the store said
anything, Mom had no idea who it was. I made my way back to the house.
"Thank you for getting my Jeep."
"It's no problem. I haven't had much practice with a
stick."
"Ouch! Do I still have a clutch?" She teased.
I just rolled my eyes in imitation of her.
"The concert is in a few hours and I want to take a
bath, you could probably use one too." She scrunched up her nose at me
sniffing and making a face.
"It's your fault I got all sweaty earlier." I said
smiling and gave her a quick peck. I got up and went into the bathroom and
started the water running.
"Actually you smell pretty good, like good clean sweat.
Let's wash it off."
I turned to face her. She looked at me for a moment and
raised her arms in silent admonition to undress her. I took the hem of her tank
top and lifted it up baring her chest. She never broke my gaze as I knelt and
slid her panties over her taut thighs. I took her ankle and she rested her hand
on my shoulder for balance as I unwound the bandage and set it up on the
counter. She didn't wait for me to get undressed, she reached for my tee and
lifted it and I raised my arms in time for her to sweep it off. I kicked off my
shoes as she undid the button of my jeans pushing them down. She leaned her
head towards the bath and motioned me to get in first. She got in sitting
gently between my upraised knees and leaned back against me. She sighed and just
closed her eyes and relaxed for a minute. I kissed her on the temple softly and
a little smile spread across her lips.
"We don't need to go to the concert, you know." I
whispered in her ear giving it a little nibble.
"I know, but anticipation will make it better. Trust
me. Call it lesson two and a half." She chuckled. She turned and picked up
the little scrubby puff sitting in the corner and the bottle of body wash and
handed them to me and sat back. I lathered up and began soaping down her chest,
working my way down one arm, then the other. I worked down her stomach, making
sure not to tangle her little belly button ring in the puff. Her thighs
glistened as she raised first one to be washed, then the other. For a moment
she liberated the puff and did her calves and feet, being better able to reach
them. While there, she did mine as well, working her way back up my thighs. She
turned and knelt facing me, lathering up the puff once more. She began washing
my chest, and down my stomach eventually making her way down to my now hard
cock. She washed it well but didn't linger as she worked her way back up to my
arms. She washed my face gently. Her hand rested gently on the back of my neck
and drew me to her as she ran the soapy puff over my shoulders and down my back.
I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her to me. I kissed her navel
flicking her little heart dangle. She immediately jumped, and I smiled.
"Hey I warned you." She said. Before I could
respond the soaked puff smacked me on the head, soap suds ran down my face. Summer
laughed. "Don't open your eyes." She said, massaging it through my
short hair. I heard the water turn on again and she fiddled with the knobs and
turned on the hand held sprayer. After a moment I felt her holding it over my
head rinsing me off. I stood letting her finish the job, and took the sprayer
and began rinsing her off as well. I watched the suds give up their hold on her
curves, and I could imagine their sadness from letting her go as they pooled at
her feet. She reached down and rinsed the suds down the drain and turned off
the water. I stepped out and helped her so she needn't put undue weight on her
ankle. I dried Summer off before getting around to me. She headed into the
bedroom as I rummaged through the clothes I'd brought. I put on my good jeans
and pulled on a polo shirt. Summer passed me in jeans and a little black bra, a
shirt slung over her arm. She eyed me up and down as she sauntered past. I
followed her into the bath to see what she was up to. She shooed me out claiming
she needed to 'put on her face'. Despite my protests that her face was
beautiful as is. I got the boot anyway.
She came out a few minutes later wearing her long sleeve top
with the buttons undone, nearly showing her bra. A little silver pendant hung
down her chest of a little sea turtle. I looked at her face and it glowed. Her
hair brushed but slightly curly. Her eyes somehow seemed larger and deeper
color, and her lips pinker and more inviting. I didn't realize I had been
holding my breath until I exhaled sharply.
Her smile disappeared. "What?" She looked at me.
"Nothing!" I said quickly. "It's just that
you're so... you're beautiful."
She softened at the compliment, the glow returning to her
face. "Thank you. You're too sweet." She gave me a quick kiss.
"I have a cooler, let's pack something for dinner." We headed into
the kitchen and put together a little picnic in the cooler of cheese, veggies
and the rest of the baguette from lunch.
"Damn, I need to make some more tea. Oh well we can
swing by the market before they close and see what they have." She said.
We gathered up our little cooler and she grabbed a
sweatshirt for when it cooled off later, and we headed out. I helped her up
into the Jeep and went around and got in the driver’s seat.
"Does it feel odd being chauffeured around?" I
asked smiling.
"No it's kind of nice actually." She smiled back
and gave my thigh a squeeze. We stopped in at the store and she hobbled down
the aisles and picked up some grapes, and she found a bottle of sparkling cider.
"If you want they have wine and beer too. I'm driving
so you're safe." I smiled.
"I'm not much of a drinker, this will be fine, and we
can share it." She smiled slyly back at me. I took the grapes behind the
counter and gave them a good rinse and set them on some paper towels to drain.
"Do you always walk around like you own the
place?" Summer asked.
"Don't knock it. If it weren't for that, I would never
have been so lucky to deliver your groceries last Monday." I wiggled my
eyebrows at her making her giggle. "Hey Paula, do you have any cups I can
snag for our champagne?"
"What?" Paula said, shocked.
"It's just cider!" Summer added quickly holding up
the bottle.
"You know where that stuff is Pete, take what you
need." Paula waved me off.
"Ooh!" I heard behind me as I gathered up the
grapes and bagged them up. I looked over my shoulder to see Summer going over a
small display of locally made chocolates. She picked up a small back of
chocolates to add to the pile.
We got up to the counter and Paula was keying everything in.
"Did you want to settle your bill while you're here
Miss Lynne?" Paula asked.
"Sure it's Friday, no better time." She smiled.
"Let's put this on it too." She waved at the pile on the counter. She
handed over her card, signed the pad and got her receipt, stuffing it into her
wallet. "Oh we don't need a bag, we're going to toss it into the
cooler."
"Where are you kids off to?" Paula asked
innocently. I knew Paula and she was digging for dirt. Luckily I cut in before Summer
did.
"I'm taking Mrs. Lynne down to the concert in the park.
She still can't drive her standard with her foot." I said doing my best to
sound as innocent as I could. We made our way out and put the rest of the food
in the cooler.
"I'm guessing she's a bit of a gossip?" Summer
whispered. "Gotta love small towns. It's the same back home."
"Yea well she has an ear for dirt, and she's centrally
located to redistribute anything she thinks is juicy enough to share. Let's
just put it this way, if she thought I was doing anything besides your lawn you
wouldn't live it down with the locals."
We both had a good laugh at that as I pulled the Jeep around
and headed into town. The street down to the park was going slow, traffic was
moving though and people were walking down the sidewalks with blankets and
coolers. I pulled up right at the entrance and got a nasty look from a cop.
"I'm just dropping off the handicapped!" I yelled
out the window. Summer gave me an offended look and gave me a punch on the
shoulder. "Play it up a bit, maybe I'll get to park closer." I said
under my voice. "Go towards the center if you can, maybe about twenty or
thirty yards from the stage for the best sound. I'll bring the cooler."
"Okay, grab the blanket from behind the back seat while
you're at it." She added, and hopped down onto her good foot and hobbled
off dramatically. Sure enough, the officer called out and told me to park at
the end lot where the police and ambulance were. I made my way back with the
cooler and blanket.
As I made my way to where I hoped to find Summer I bumped
into a few people I knew, swapping quick hello's as I moved through the
gathering crowd. I noted at least two admiring stares and noticed they were
aimed right where I was headed. I wasn't sure if that made me happy or not. Yes
I was here with the lovely lady, and just the thought of that made me grin.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked seeing me. I
shrugged setting down the cooler and spreading out the blanket, and Summer
scooted onto it. Recorded Fifties music was playing softly over the sound
system from the stage.
I leaned in close and said in her ear. "I just noticed
that you're drawing attention and I'm wondering how many guys are wishing they
were me right now." Her cheeks went pink as she looked up and around looking
to see who looking at her.
"Don't get many women-folk in these parts, do
you?" She asked softly. I laughed.
"Beautiful women don't usually go out on their own.
This town is known for eligible bachelors swooping down on unsuspecting fair
maidens and making off with them." I said softly, playing along.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you." She giggled.
"Good, I'd hate to be made off with by some 'other'
handsome guy, oh the horror!" She said rolling her eyes at me. She leaned
in and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thank you." She smiled. I
blushed furiously realizing we were in public and that kiss was a blatant
admission that she was without a doubt, with me.
The lights facing the crowd began to flash slowly signaling
that the show would start in a moment. They went down and the lights on the
stage came up slowly in blue. The Fifties music got a little louder and there
were couples dancing on the stage.
All of a sudden a spot came on in the center of the stage
and two guys stood there. John, my buddy Jeff's older brother was one of them.
The other guy must have been one of his music school buddies.
"I can't play like this?" He said holding up a red
rag wrapped around his hand. "You did this, now you gotta play for
me."
John stared at him for a moment and reached for the guitar
on the stand and walked to the front of the stage. "This is an oldie, well
where I come from it is." He turned to the band. "Watch me for the
changes and try to keep up." He started playing Chuck Berry's, Johnny B.
Good. He really got into it, dancing around the stage, ending with a huge jump
and dropped to his knees with the final note.
John stood, to loud applause, and introduced himself and the
band, and said they'd be taking a walk down a musical memory lane with us
tonight, and he hoped we enjoyed the show. The show was choreographed like a
play, as actors appeared on stage to join in the songs and period costumes of
the Fifties and Sixties. Everything they played was some sort of blues rock,
everything from Ray Charles and Ben E. King, to Marvin Gaye. He stopped to tell
us that despite the invasion of British music, American music was still a very
powerful influence, and the Sixties weren't only about the Beatles and the
Stones.
"That brings us to the mid-Sixties. We're going to take
a quick break, and we'll be right back, don't go anywhere. We're watching
you." He pointed at people in the crowd, then laughed. The crowd joined
him. "This concert is sponsored by the local Chamber of Commerce, but I'd
also like to direct you down to our tent over here where we're selling CD's and
gear, because we artists need beer and pizza like the rest of the world."
"Wow they're good!" Summer said cracking the
cooler open and digging out some snacks. "Here, open that would you
please?" The plastic cork popped sounding like a champagne bottle. Causing
a few people to turn and smile and one to clap. I poured the cider into the
cups and we nibbled on the snacks in the cooler. She popped a cherry tomato in
my mouth then took one herself.
"You build a heck of a picnic." I said, causing
her to laugh.
"I slaved over a hot stove all day."
The lights on the crowd began to flash again, announcing the
end of the intermission. A lone guitar started in on something bluesy.
The lights came back up and there were summer of love
trappings on stage. The backup singers were dressed in bell bottoms and
headbands and long flowing sleeves. John took center stage again and the spot
came up on him.
"Now you may have construed that my earlier remarks
about the Sixties not being about the British invasion as a criticism. It
wasn't in the least. A lot of bands came out of Britain then, and most of them
were excellent to say the least. A good many of these performers sited their
love of American jazz and blues as their influence. One such performer was a
gentleman named Van Morrison." Quite a few people gave in to a round of
applause. "I'd like your help in convincing one of our audience members to
give us a hand with the next couple songs. You see my little brother Jeff works
the sound board." He pointed down at the front to where Jeff waved.
"A good buddy of his from school is one of the best sax players I've ever
heard, which is saying a lot when you consider my fellow musicians."
"Pete! I know you're out there, Jeff spotted you with a
lovely young lady earlier. Maybe we can convince you to break away from her for
a few songs."
Summer turned to me her eyes wide. "Does he mean
you." I was still staring at the stage.
"Folks let's hear some support to get him up here and
get on with the show!" He yelled.
Applause erupted through the crowd. I looked at Summer who
was clapping furiously and reached over and gave me a push. I stood up and made
my way to the sound board through the crowd, people encouraged me as I walked
by.
I got up to Jeff and said, "Thanks buddy, I owe you
one." I'm sure the sarcastic edges wasn't lost on him.
"I figure if this doesn't impress her panties off,
nothing will." He replied.
If he only knew, I thought to myself. I stepped up to the
edge of the stage and climbed the steps. John was center stage clapping over
his guitar. I walked up and shook his hand. I whispered something into his ear,
then walked back to where the horns were and picked up a sax, and a mouthpiece.
I wet the reed down and mounted it up as the bass player started the riff for
Tupelo Honey. The audience started clapping.
"Pete made a request of me, which is only fair since I
dragged him away from his lovely lady friend, so we're dedicating this to her. Summer
this is for you." He pointed out to the crowd. The song began and I joined
in like I'd been playing every day since school got out. I walked up beside
John and played the sax solo like a pro. When we were done serenading Summer we
moved on to Days Like This, and segued right into Moondance, my favorite by
far. I found myself singing alongside John when I didn't have a solo. The flute
player a tall, pretty girl was really getting into it. John improvised the
lyric to 'Underneath the cover of June, Rockport skies'. The flutist and I
stepped forward next to John and took a bow as the song ended, as he yelled our
names into the mic. I was feeling pretty awesome at that point taking off the
sax and placing it back on the stand and shaking the hand of its owner thanking
him for the use. I made for the steps and waved once more as John started in on
the turn of the decade and started on Clapton's Bell Bottom Blues next.
I found Summer sitting next to Jeff at the sound board with
the biggest grin she could muster without hurting herself.
"Thanks for the seat." She said to Jeff and stood
up and wrapped her arms around my neck giving me a long hard kiss. As we broke
our lip lock I saw Jeff give me a thumbs up sign without even looking over at
me. I just smiled and turned Summer back to our blanket.
"Oh my God! That was awesome. Why didn't you tell me
you were a musician?" She said as people around us thanked me. I just
shrugged.
"I don't know, I've been playing for six or seven
years. I've always loved jazz and blues. It's like a hobby to me." I said.
"My grandfather and his brother were trombone players in the Maine state
band."
John went on to laud bands from the Seventies and picked out
Steely Dan as the set went a smoky blue color as they played on. Summer curled
into me leaning on my chest as we listened. I was about ready to explode with
happiness. They moved on and a girl stepped forward from the backup singers
with a microphone and John introduced her and mentioned the influences of the
west coast moving up to the Seventies bringing us groups like Heart and they
started playing Barracuda. They played a few others ending up with a Billy Joel
mash up as their last song. They did Rockport State of Mind to the music of New
York State of Mind. People were standing up applauding. I had to admit, John and
the band did a hell of a job. They got such a long ovation that they played a
two song encore, to another long round of applause.
"That was awesome!" Summer shouted over the
applause. "I wish they did things like this back home!"
"Welcome to Maine." I said smiling.
We packed up the cooler with the remains of our picnic and Summer
folded the blanket tossing it over her arm. As we made our way back to the
Jeep. I looked over to see her grinning ear to ear again.
"What?" I asked.
"I feel like a groupie who's going home with one of the
band." She said, causing both of us to laugh.
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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 sadness there, and they welled up as if she were doing her
best to hold back tears. A wash of emotion swept over me like a storm driven
wave, and I leaned forward lifted her chin and kissed her softly. Our lips
brushed, our tongues sought out one another, delicately probing. Something wet
touched my cheek making me break the kiss long before I wanted to. I pulled
back and a tear streamed down Summer's cheek. I reached for one of the towels
and daubed it. I took a deep breath and was about to ask why she was crying
when a curt little head shake waved off the question.
"Please don't ask, not yet anyway." She said, her
voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry." She said wiping the remaining
tear with the heel of her hand.
"You don't have anything to be sorry about." I
replied softly.
She inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. She turned to me
with a smile on her mouth but sadness in her eyes.
"I saw there's a free concert in the park tonight. Want
to go? A rock blues cover band is playing. Sounds like they might be
good."
I knew they were good, my friends brother was in the band,
and I'd heard them before. I smiled and nodded. "Sounds like fun, and they
are good, I've heard them before."
"I should ride down and get the Jeep. There's no way
you're walking that far." I said sternly.
"Yes dear." Summer rolled her eyes at me. She
giggled, and got up hobbling off to the bedroom and came back with a set of
keys handing them to me.
"It's black, and I'm guessing the only one with West
Virginia plates. It's at the walk-in clinic on Route 12."
I nodded. "I know exactly where you mean. I'll go get
it. You relax, take a nap if you want. I should be back in an hour or so."
I smiled. I kissed her again, the underlying want in our embrace was nearly too
much. She placed her hand on my chest, with the barest hint of pressure. She
was right, if I kept it up we weren't going anywhere. I reluctantly stepped
back, picked up the folded towels and put them away. I walked back out and she
had laid down on the couch with her foot up on a pillow. I smiled that she'd
taken my suggestion.
"Can I get you anything before I go?" I said
softly leaning over the arm of the couch. She just smiled and gave her head a
little shake. She reached up pulling me down closer for a quick upside-down kiss.
I headed for the kitchen door, pausing as I closed it quietly, looking back
into the house. I turned and started walking home.
I walked, lost in thought. This week had been a week of
firsts for me. I grinned at the thought of the first day when I lost my
virginity to an amazing woman. The aggravation of the following days of not
knowing exactly what was happening. If I had just opened my eyes I would have
noticed she was waiting for me. Then today when she all but pushed me into
making love to her again. I wondered why, well why me anyway. I knew so little
about her. What was going on here. We'd known each other about a week, what was
that question about believing in love. I could easily fall in love with her, I
had to admit. Was I doing just that? So many questions came to mind as I walked
up my driveway, I grabbed my bike out of the garage and hopped on. I made my
way down to the coast road and started pedaling in earnest up the first rise.
The traffic drifted past me as I sought answers to my questions. I pedaled
harder nearly coasting up the next rise. Why was I over analyzing this? I was
living out a fantasy any red-blooded male would die for. A beautiful, sexy
woman wanted to have sex with me, repeatedly. Isn't that enough for me? I
laughed out loud at that thought because I realized, it isn't.
I rolled down the long slope of the hill seeing the clinic
up ahead. I pulled into the parking lot and rode around looking for the Jeep
and found it near the side of the building. I checked the plate and got off my
bike, took out the keys and opened up the driver's side door. The heat billowed
out of it from being parked in the sun so long. The smell of a roasted sweet
smelling air freshener poured out and nearly gagged me. I walked to the back
and looked at how I was going to get my bike in there and noticed there was a
folding bike rack on the spare tire mount. I figured it out in a few minutes
and had my bike on it and strapped it into place. I got in and got myself
familiar with everything. Started it up and turned up the air conditioning.
Once I felt comfortable with everything I pulled on my seat belt and headed out
of the parking lot. I got back to town and figured I'd go drop off my bike
first. I pulled up in front of the house, and killed the engine. I hopped out
and took my bike off the back, then ran inside for some clothes to wear tonight
since I was kind of sweaty from the ride. I picked through some stuff and
grabbed a bag and tossed it in. I was glad mom wasn't home, I didn't want to
have to explain what I was doing, and who owned the Jeep out front. She knew I
was working for a tourist that needed help, and unless Paula at the store said
anything, Mom had no idea who it was. I made my way back to the house.
"Thank you for getting my Jeep."
"It's no problem. I haven't had much practice with a
stick."
"Ouch! Do I still have a clutch?" She teased.
I just rolled my eyes in imitation of her.
"The concert is in a few hours and I want to take a
bath, you could probably use one too." She scrunched up her nose at me
sniffing and making a face.
"It's your fault I got all sweaty earlier." I said
smiling and gave her a quick peck. I got up and went into the bathroom and
started the water running.
"Actually you smell pretty good, like good clean sweat.
Let's wash it off."
I turned to face her. She looked at me for a moment and
raised her arms in silent admonition to undress her. I took the hem of her tank
top and lifted it up baring her chest. She never broke my gaze as I knelt and
slid her panties over her taut thighs. I took her ankle and she rested her hand
on my shoulder for balance as I unwound the bandage and set it up on the
counter. She didn't wait for me to get undressed, she reached for my tee and
lifted it and I raised my arms in time for her to sweep it off. I kicked off my
shoes as she undid the button of my jeans pushing them down. She leaned her
head towards the bath and motioned me to get in first. She got in sitting
gently between my upraised knees and leaned back against me. She sighed and just
closed her eyes and relaxed for a minute. I kissed her on the temple softly and
a little smile spread across her lips.
"We don't need to go to the concert, you know." I
whispered in her ear giving it a little nibble.
"I know, but anticipation will make it better. Trust
me. Call it lesson two and a half." She chuckled. She turned and picked up
the little scrubby puff sitting in the corner and the bottle of body wash and
handed them to me and sat back. I lathered up and began soaping down her chest,
working my way down one arm, then the other. I worked down her stomach, making
sure not to tangle her little belly button ring in the puff. Her thighs
glistened as she raised first one to be washed, then the other. For a moment
she liberated the puff and did her calves and feet, being better able to reach
them. While there, she did mine as well, working her way back up my thighs. She
turned and knelt facing me, lathering up the puff once more. She began washing
my chest, and down my stomach eventually making her way down to my now hard
cock. She washed it well but didn't linger as she worked her way back up to my
arms. She washed my face gently. Her hand rested gently on the back of my neck
and drew me to her as she ran the soapy puff over my shoulders and down my back.
I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her to me. I kissed her navel
flicking her little heart dangle. She immediately jumped, and I smiled.
"Hey I warned you." She said. Before I could
respond the soaked puff smacked me on the head, soap suds ran down my face. Summer
laughed. "Don't open your eyes." She said, massaging it through my
short hair. I heard the water turn on again and she fiddled with the knobs and
turned on the hand held sprayer. After a moment I felt her holding it over my
head rinsing me off. I stood letting her finish the job, and took the sprayer
and began rinsing her off as well. I watched the suds give up their hold on her
curves, and I could imagine their sadness from letting her go as they pooled at
her feet. She reached down and rinsed the suds down the drain and turned off
the water. I stepped out and helped her so she needn't put undue weight on her
ankle. I dried Summer off before getting around to me. She headed into the
bedroom as I rummaged through the clothes I'd brought. I put on my good jeans
and pulled on a polo shirt. Summer passed me in jeans and a little black bra, a
shirt slung over her arm. She eyed me up and down as she sauntered past. I
followed her into the bath to see what she was up to. She shooed me out claiming
she needed to 'put on her face'. Despite my protests that her face was
beautiful as is. I got the boot anyway.
She came out a few minutes later wearing her long sleeve top
with the buttons undone, nearly showing her bra. A little silver pendant hung
down her chest of a little sea turtle. I looked at her face and it glowed. Her
hair brushed but slightly curly. Her eyes somehow seemed larger and deeper
color, and her lips pinker and more inviting. I didn't realize I had been
holding my breath until I exhaled sharply.
Her smile disappeared. "What?" She looked at me.
"Nothing!" I said quickly. "It's just that
you're so... you're beautiful."
She softened at the compliment, the glow returning to her
face. "Thank you. You're too sweet." She gave me a quick kiss.
"I have a cooler, let's pack something for dinner." We headed into
the kitchen and put together a little picnic in the cooler of cheese, veggies
and the rest of the baguette from lunch.
"Damn, I need to make some more tea. Oh well we can
swing by the market before they close and see what they have." She said.
We gathered up our little cooler and she grabbed a
sweatshirt for when it cooled off later, and we headed out. I helped her up
into the Jeep and went around and got in the driver’s seat.
"Does it feel odd being chauffeured around?" I
asked smiling.
"No it's kind of nice actually." She smiled back
and gave my thigh a squeeze. We stopped in at the store and she hobbled down
the aisles and picked up some grapes, and she found a bottle of sparkling cider.
"If you want they have wine and beer too. I'm driving
so you're safe." I smiled.
"I'm not much of a drinker, this will be fine, and we
can share it." She smiled slyly back at me. I took the grapes behind the
counter and gave them a good rinse and set them on some paper towels to drain.
"Do you always walk around like you own the
place?" Summer asked.
"Don't knock it. If it weren't for that, I would never
have been so lucky to deliver your groceries last Monday." I wiggled my
eyebrows at her making her giggle. "Hey Paula, do you have any cups I can
snag for our champagne?"
"What?" Paula said, shocked.
"It's just cider!" Summer added quickly holding up
the bottle.
"You know where that stuff is Pete, take what you
need." Paula waved me off.
"Ooh!" I heard behind me as I gathered up the
grapes and bagged them up. I looked over my shoulder to see Summer going over a
small display of locally made chocolates. She picked up a small back of
chocolates to add to the pile.
We got up to the counter and Paula was keying everything in.
"Did you want to settle your bill while you're here
Miss Lynne?" Paula asked.
"Sure it's Friday, no better time." She smiled.
"Let's put this on it too." She waved at the pile on the counter. She
handed over her card, signed the pad and got her receipt, stuffing it into her
wallet. "Oh we don't need a bag, we're going to toss it into the
cooler."
"Where are you kids off to?" Paula asked
innocently. I knew Paula and she was digging for dirt. Luckily I cut in before Summer
did.
"I'm taking Mrs. Lynne down to the concert in the park.
She still can't drive her standard with her foot." I said doing my best to
sound as innocent as I could. We made our way out and put the rest of the food
in the cooler.
"I'm guessing she's a bit of a gossip?" Summer
whispered. "Gotta love small towns. It's the same back home."
"Yea well she has an ear for dirt, and she's centrally
located to redistribute anything she thinks is juicy enough to share. Let's
just put it this way, if she thought I was doing anything besides your lawn you
wouldn't live it down with the locals."
We both had a good laugh at that as I pulled the Jeep around
and headed into town. The street down to the park was going slow, traffic was
moving though and people were walking down the sidewalks with blankets and
coolers. I pulled up right at the entrance and got a nasty look from a cop.
"I'm just dropping off the handicapped!" I yelled
out the window. Summer gave me an offended look and gave me a punch on the
shoulder. "Play it up a bit, maybe I'll get to park closer." I said
under my voice. "Go towards the center if you can, maybe about twenty or
thirty yards from the stage for the best sound. I'll bring the cooler."
"Okay, grab the blanket from behind the back seat while
you're at it." She added, and hopped down onto her good foot and hobbled
off dramatically. Sure enough, the officer called out and told me to park at
the end lot where the police and ambulance were. I made my way back with the
cooler and blanket.
As I made my way to where I hoped to find Summer I bumped
into a few people I knew, swapping quick hello's as I moved through the
gathering crowd. I noted at least two admiring stares and noticed they were
aimed right where I was headed. I wasn't sure if that made me happy or not. Yes
I was here with the lovely lady, and just the thought of that made me grin.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked seeing me. I
shrugged setting down the cooler and spreading out the blanket, and Summer
scooted onto it. Recorded Fifties music was playing softly over the sound
system from the stage.
I leaned in close and said in her ear. "I just noticed
that you're drawing attention and I'm wondering how many guys are wishing they
were me right now." Her cheeks went pink as she looked up and around looking
to see who looking at her.
"Don't get many women-folk in these parts, do
you?" She asked softly. I laughed.
"Beautiful women don't usually go out on their own.
This town is known for eligible bachelors swooping down on unsuspecting fair
maidens and making off with them." I said softly, playing along.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you." She giggled.
"Good, I'd hate to be made off with by some 'other'
handsome guy, oh the horror!" She said rolling her eyes at me. She leaned
in and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thank you." She smiled. I
blushed furiously realizing we were in public and that kiss was a blatant
admission that she was without a doubt, with me.
The lights facing the crowd began to flash slowly signaling
that the show would start in a moment. They went down and the lights on the
stage came up slowly in blue. The Fifties music got a little louder and there
were couples dancing on the stage.
All of a sudden a spot came on in the center of the stage
and two guys stood there. John, my buddy Jeff's older brother was one of them.
The other guy must have been one of his music school buddies.
"I can't play like this?" He said holding up a red
rag wrapped around his hand. "You did this, now you gotta play for
me."
John stared at him for a moment and reached for the guitar
on the stand and walked to the front of the stage. "This is an oldie, well
where I come from it is." He turned to the band. "Watch me for the
changes and try to keep up." He started playing Chuck Berry's, Johnny B.
Good. He really got into it, dancing around the stage, ending with a huge jump
and dropped to his knees with the final note.
John stood, to loud applause, and introduced himself and the
band, and said they'd be taking a walk down a musical memory lane with us
tonight, and he hoped we enjoyed the show. The show was choreographed like a
play, as actors appeared on stage to join in the songs and period costumes of
the Fifties and Sixties. Everything they played was some sort of blues rock,
everything from Ray Charles and Ben E. King, to Marvin Gaye. He stopped to tell
us that despite the invasion of British music, American music was still a very
powerful influence, and the Sixties weren't only about the Beatles and the
Stones.
"That brings us to the mid-Sixties. We're going to take
a quick break, and we'll be right back, don't go anywhere. We're watching
you." He pointed at people in the crowd, then laughed. The crowd joined
him. "This concert is sponsored by the local Chamber of Commerce, but I'd
also like to direct you down to our tent over here where we're selling CD's and
gear, because we artists need beer and pizza like the rest of the world."
"Wow they're good!" Summer said cracking the
cooler open and digging out some snacks. "Here, open that would you
please?" The plastic cork popped sounding like a champagne bottle. Causing
a few people to turn and smile and one to clap. I poured the cider into the
cups and we nibbled on the snacks in the cooler. She popped a cherry tomato in
my mouth then took one herself.
"You build a heck of a picnic." I said, causing
her to laugh.
"I slaved over a hot stove all day."
The lights on the crowd began to flash again, announcing the
end of the intermission. A lone guitar started in on something bluesy.
The lights came back up and there were summer of love
trappings on stage. The backup singers were dressed in bell bottoms and
headbands and long flowing sleeves. John took center stage again and the spot
came up on him.
"Now you may have construed that my earlier remarks
about the Sixties not being about the British invasion as a criticism. It
wasn't in the least. A lot of bands came out of Britain then, and most of them
were excellent to say the least. A good many of these performers sited their
love of American jazz and blues as their influence. One such performer was a
gentleman named Van Morrison." Quite a few people gave in to a round of
applause. "I'd like your help in convincing one of our audience members to
give us a hand with the next couple songs. You see my little brother Jeff works
the sound board." He pointed down at the front to where Jeff waved.
"A good buddy of his from school is one of the best sax players I've ever
heard, which is saying a lot when you consider my fellow musicians."
"Pete! I know you're out there, Jeff spotted you with a
lovely young lady earlier. Maybe we can convince you to break away from her for
a few songs."
Summer turned to me her eyes wide. "Does he mean
you." I was still staring at the stage.
"Folks let's hear some support to get him up here and
get on with the show!" He yelled.
Applause erupted through the crowd. I looked at Summer who
was clapping furiously and reached over and gave me a push. I stood up and made
my way to the sound board through the crowd, people encouraged me as I walked
by.
I got up to Jeff and said, "Thanks buddy, I owe you
one." I'm sure the sarcastic edges wasn't lost on him.
"I figure if this doesn't impress her panties off,
nothing will." He replied.
If he only knew, I thought to myself. I stepped up to the
edge of the stage and climbed the steps. John was center stage clapping over
his guitar. I walked up and shook his hand. I whispered something into his ear,
then walked back to where the horns were and picked up a sax, and a mouthpiece.
I wet the reed down and mounted it up as the bass player started the riff for
Tupelo Honey. The audience started clapping.
"Pete made a request of me, which is only fair since I
dragged him away from his lovely lady friend, so we're dedicating this to her. Summer
this is for you." He pointed out to the crowd. The song began and I joined
in like I'd been playing every day since school got out. I walked up beside
John and played the sax solo like a pro. When we were done serenading Summer we
moved on to Days Like This, and segued right into Moondance, my favorite by
far. I found myself singing alongside John when I didn't have a solo. The flute
player a tall, pretty girl was really getting into it. John improvised the
lyric to 'Underneath the cover of June, Rockport skies'. The flutist and I
stepped forward next to John and took a bow as the song ended, as he yelled our
names into the mic. I was feeling pretty awesome at that point taking off the
sax and placing it back on the stand and shaking the hand of its owner thanking
him for the use. I made for the steps and waved once more as John started in on
the turn of the decade and started on Clapton's Bell Bottom Blues next.
I found Summer sitting next to Jeff at the sound board with
the biggest grin she could muster without hurting herself.
"Thanks for the seat." She said to Jeff and stood
up and wrapped her arms around my neck giving me a long hard kiss. As we broke
our lip lock I saw Jeff give me a thumbs up sign without even looking over at
me. I just smiled and turned Summer back to our blanket.
"Oh my God! That was awesome. Why didn't you tell me
you were a musician?" She said as people around us thanked me. I just
shrugged.
"I don't know, I've been playing for six or seven
years. I've always loved jazz and blues. It's like a hobby to me." I said.
"My grandfather and his brother were trombone players in the Maine state
band."
John went on to laud bands from the Seventies and picked out
Steely Dan as the set went a smoky blue color as they played on. Summer curled
into me leaning on my chest as we listened. I was about ready to explode with
happiness. They moved on and a girl stepped forward from the backup singers
with a microphone and John introduced her and mentioned the influences of the
west coast moving up to the Seventies bringing us groups like Heart and they
started playing Barracuda. They played a few others ending up with a Billy Joel
mash up as their last song. They did Rockport State of Mind to the music of New
York State of Mind. People were standing up applauding. I had to admit, John and
the band did a hell of a job. They got such a long ovation that they played a
two song encore, to another long round of applause.
"That was awesome!" Summer shouted over the
applause. "I wish they did things like this back home!"
"Welcome to Maine." I said smiling.
We packed up the cooler with the remains of our picnic and Summer
folded the blanket tossing it over her arm. As we made our way back to the
Jeep. I looked over to see her grinning ear to ear again.
"What?" I asked.
"I feel like a groupie who's going home with one of the
band." She said, causing both of us to laugh.
To be continued in part 3, by Member389 for Literotica