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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