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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,

I feel like a complete and

total asshole right now, because I know when you read this you'll be pretty
upset. When I woke up I checked my messages and my Mom had called yesterday.
Emmy was in an accident at camp and broke her arm. She's okay, but I didn't
feel right staying with you while my folks took care of her.

I heard what you said last

night and it scared me. I wanted so badly to say I love you too. I'm just not
sure if it's real or not. We come from different worlds, we're at different
places in our lives, it would be impossible for us both. You should move on,
and remember everything I taught you. I have no doubt you're going to make some
girl very happy. You did this one.

Love,

Summer

Hugs & kisses

Summer hated herself for the lie about Emmy breaking her

arm, but she'd hope it would ease the sting of her running off. She was sure
there was no other way to end it. The tear was drying leaving a cool streak
down her face.

The traffic was getting heavier as she neared Portland, so

she decided to get off the highway and start west along back roads. She still
had a couple weeks of her vacation, so she wasn't worried about getting home
right away.

Road Trip

It had been over a year now.

I was working support in Warren down along the Camden road.

There was a large blueberry farm there that was burning their fields. It's
common practice to keep the other plants from taking over, blueberries grew
like weeds out here, the fall burning helped increase the crop, and here in
down east Maine blueberries are big business.

I sat on the back of Fire Engine number 3, looking out over

the fields, we were just here to make sure that the fires didn't get away from
the farmers. Dark smoke rolled along on the breeze as the low flames crept
eastward. These were the worst times. Normally I was too busy to think about
it, too busy to dredge up the past and go over it like a raccoon pawing through
a trash bin. Unfortunately, I tended to hold on to things like that. I could
see Summer in my mind as if I'd seen her yesterday. The blue eyes, and that
crooked little smile, her straw colored hair blowing in the breezes off the
water. She hadn't tanned so much as she just glowed, as if reflecting the sun's
color and warmth on to you.

Fifteen months. That's how long it had been since she left.

I still had the note carefully folded in my wallet. A few times frustration
nearly got the better of me and I almost threw it away, but sentiment always
seemed to win out.

After she left I stewed for weeks, mom and friends kept

trying to shake me out of my funk and none of them succeeded. I talked to Davy
about a job but he'd already given my spot to someone else since I hadn't gone
down to see him early enough. He told me that the city was looking for recruits
for the fire department, and after my level headed rescue of a boater last year
I should apply for it. The boater in question thought it was a smart idea to
smoke his cigar while refueling, and the fumes caught. I got to him with a fire
extinguisher before the place went up. He got burned up his arm and some around
his neck but he survived. I didn't have any other prospects and it seemed like
a good idea.

The chief remembered the story about my fast thinking the

summer before and looked over my paperwork. Before I knew it I was getting a
ride up to Fairfield to the fire training academy. After six months I'd gotten
my certification in firefighting and my first aid training. I requested further
EMT training but the chief said it would have to wait until the new budget year
before he could send me back.

The summer had been busy with the tourists, the occasional

fire, plenty of rescues, but now that the season was over it had quieted down.
It was the quiet times, like now, that I'd fall into this pensive mood. Some of
the older guys would try to rouse me, ruffling my hair to snap me out of it. I
remembered Herb, the engineer for #3, sat next to me beside the fire house a
few days ago. He didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"She must have been something."

I just nodded. "She was everything."

He nodded. "You know, when the smokes thick, sometimes

you have to check the line between you and your partner. Make sure he's still
there. If he pulls, and you don't tug back he doesn't know if he's snagged, or
lost you."

I smirked. "Yeah."

He stood up and wandered back into the station. He was right,

she tugged, but I didn't tug back. I let her leave. I won't lie and say I
didn't cry out her name while I kicked the gravel in the driveway. I couldn't
understand how she could leave like that without even a goodbye.

Herb was right, and it's time to respond to the tug. We

finished out the day walking the line to make sure there weren't any hot spots
that would flare up before heading back to the station. Tonight was the end of
my shift, I'd be headed home when we got back to the station, and I was off for
the next couple days. I told the guys I'd see them on Friday and grabbed my
duffel and headed to my truck.

I walked into the house and it smelled wonderful. Mom said

hi to me and told me dinner would be ready in a little bit. I went to my room
and unpacked my bag. I remember when I told her that I was joining the fire
department, she was torn between being happy that I'd found a direction after
school, and sad that I'd be getting into a dangerous line of work. When I
mentioned moving out and finding my own place she had convinced me to stay, and
to put my money away. The house was plenty big, and she didn't like the idea of
living alone, even though half the week I spent at work.

I went into the kitchen and after a little silence she asked

me what was wrong. I just raised my eyebrows at her.

"What makes you think something is wrong?"

"First of all, that response, second, you're not

usually so quiet around dinner time." She chuckled. I didn't reply at
first.

"What if I told you that I was thinking about moving? I

don't mean getting my own place, like to another state?"

She stopped what she was doing and looked at me for a

moment. "Chasing your dream girl?" She asked. She had correctly
deduced that last year’s crashing depression was brought about by a girl,
but I never told her who it was. She figured it was some girl I'd known in
school that left for college.

"How will I ever know she's only a dream if I don't try

to catch her?"

She didn't say anything for a minute and went back to

setting the table.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt. I mean, what if

she's got a boyfriend or she didn't see things the way you did. It's not as if
you were dating her long, I never even got to meet her."

That idea shot through my mind, my mother meeting Summer

sent a chill up my spine. I nearly forgot that mom thought this was some high
school girlfriend. Then her statement rang a bell as if my head were in it.
What if Summer had moved on, and was seeing someone or worse, remarried. My
heart leapt into my throat and I swallowed.

"If that's the case then I may be back sooner than

later."

"Don't you get vacation time from work now that you've

been there a year?"

I nodded.

"Then why not take it and find out. Don't burn your

bridges Smokey."

She had a point. If I quit and headed into the wild unknown

I'd be risking a decent future. I chuckled.

"Thanks." I replied with a little more sarcasm

than necessary to get my point across.

"What?"

"I actually expected you to tell me to not go chasing

dreams. It never works out like you hope it will, blah, blah, blah."

"Is that what you want to hear?" She asked.

"Best thing you did was joining the fire department. If nothing else, it's
a job you can get pretty much anywhere you go. I'm not going to try and scare
you out of living your life. You're smart, you'll always land on your feet,
I've never really worried about you like that."

"I think I'll talk to the chief about taking a

vacation." I said smiling.

When I got back to the station on Friday I went to the

office and put in my request, I decided to take the week of my birthday off. I
got the okay the next day. I spent the next couple weeks making calls and doing
a little detective work. I found the rental agent in town that handled the
house rental and inquired about Summer's address. It took a little finagling to
get the woman to give me an address, but I got it.

The next couple of weeks went by slowly, thankfully nothing

major happened, and my vacation began. I'd packed up my duffel and headed south
then west. I burned up the highway arriving at the state line in only a couple
hours. I crossed New England by mid-afternoon, and drove on into New York
state, making it to the Pennsylvania state line just after dinner time. I was
beat, so I found a motel and ordered some take out.

I dreamt of her. The last night we spent together, she

opened up, telling me so many things. She had cried, I remembered. There was
pain there that was barely hidden.

The next morning I checked out and found the little diner on

the edge of town recommended by the clerk. I had breakfast and pored over a map
to plan the rest of my trip. Having pushed myself yesterday I'd made it more
than half way to my destination, at this rate I'd be there by dinner time.
After breakfast I hit the road again, skirting the cities and burning up the
miles I found myself looking up at a sign, 'Welcome to West Virginia; Wild and
Wonderful'. That caused a chuckle as I thought about Summer. It was a good
description of the natives if she was any indication.

I skirted the edge of town and found myself a motel room. I

laid back on the bed and I wondered what I was doing. I came all this way to
see her, and I hadn't spent a single moments thought on how I was going to go
about it. Show up at her home and say, 'Hey, how's it going? Remember me?'

I decided the best way was to let her know I was here and to

let her come to me if she wanted to see me. It sounded conceited at first, but
it also felt right. If she didn't want to see me, she'd only have to call me
and say so, and I'd go home. That thought sent a cold chill through me, and I
did my best to brush it away. I rummaged through the little desk and found some
stationery and wrote her a note.

Dear Summer,

I thought it best to let you know I had come here to see

you, and let you decide if you wanted to see me, rather than showing up at your
door unannounced. Please, give me a call and let me know if I should stay or
go.

Pete

I put my number on the bottom of the note, and decided the

best time to drop it off would be in the morning. Emmy would likely be in
school and Summer would probably be at work. I put the note into an envelope
and sealed it and wrote Summer's name on the front.

The next morning I decided I'd grab some breakfast in the

coffee shop of the motel, before I made the trip across town. Where she lived
seemed to be on the outskirts of the city on the other side of the river. I
took my time making my way carefully through commuter traffic. Then across the
river and up into the hills. I found the house and pulled up in front, a small
stone retaining wall held back the front lawn from the road, and a mailbox
stood sentinel at the head of the driveway. There were no cars in it, and I
looked at the little house with its small windows and front porch. A few last
die hard flowers held out against the October cold. I smiled, as I imagined her
sunbathing naked on the front lawn, causing accident after accident on what
seemed to be a busy road. I pulled up and left the note in the mailbox, and
hoped that if there were someone else, that it was vague enough not to cause
trouble.

As I drove away the anxiety began. I had no idea the kind of

reception I'd get. I drove around the outskirts of town killing time. The area
reminded me of home, more up towards the mountains not along the coast. I roamed
down tree lined roads passed a few farms, cows and horses sunning themselves in
fields. I turned back towards the city after noon and made my way back to my
motel. I figure if I'm lucky enough for her to want to see me, I should at
least be presentable.

After my shower I stood in front of the sink looking into

the mirror and noted that I'd firmed up since becoming a firefighter. My face
looked a little more angular, my shoulders and arms were a lot stronger. I
didn't look like a skinny kid any more.

I got dressed and laid back on the bed, channel surfing for

anything to watch while I waited for the phone to ring. Time passed slowly, the
tedium of lousy TV shows wasn't helping. It was after 4, and I was getting
anxious. I grabbed my phone and took a walk around the outside of the motel so
I wouldn't go stir crazy.

I was on my second lap, thinking about how this trip was a

big mistake when my phone rang, jolting me out of my reverie. I yanked my phone
out of my pocket and noted it was a local number calling.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Summer?"

"You're really here?" She asked softly.

"I am here. I'd really like to see you." I stopped

knowing that if I said any more I'd probably break down. She didn't respond at
first. "I'll understand if you don't want to. I'll just go home if you say
no."

"No, I mean yes! I mean don't go, I want to see you.

Meet me at RJ's, it's a little bar not far from you. I'll see you in an
hour." She gave me directions from the motel, and told me that she called
from her cell to just call her if I got lost.

To be continued in part 4, by Member389 for Literotica

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