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Summer In Maine: Part 7

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"You're quiet."

I smiled. "Sorry, just thinking." I'd gotten home

a few days before and promptly went back to work. This was my first night off,
and sitting across the table from Mom, I thought that it was time to tell her,
but unsure about how to go about it.

"Your trip went well then." She asked, the

questioning tone left hanging in the air between us.

"It went very well." I said and looked her in the

eyes. She knew, like mothers do, that there was a lot more to the story. She
sat there with an expression that said, "when you're ready, tell me what
you need to get off your chest."

"Dinner smells terrific." I said.

"Yea it does. Sorry it's going to be a bit late, I got

it into the slow cooker later than I'd planned." She said, before getting
up and setting the table.

I'm not sure if it was the homely sounds of the kitchen but

I relaxed. "Do you remember two years ago when I went down to see Davy
about a job for the summer?"

"Yes, when he'd given it to that Dylan boy." She

said, knowing that the story was about to unfold.

"Yea, the reason he gave it to Dylan was because I

didn't make it there in time. I stopped down at Paula's and she asked me to
make a delivery for her since I was going right near the place on my way to see
Davy." I began. I let the story unfold, not going into the steamy details.
After all it was my mother I was talking to, and she didn't need to hear about
that, any more than I wanted to tell her. I told her about taking care of Summer
for weeks. She mentioned that Paula told her about me taking her to the concert
in the park. I said that I had, and a good many people had let her know that I
had been on stage and played for some girl named Summer. I had totally
forgotten about how public that was, and yet she never mentioned it to me even
though she'd heard about it. Mothers can be the sneaky when they want to be.

"So you already knew?" I said surprised.

"Well not so much as you think, but when your son

serenades a pretty girl at a crowded summer concert, people will ask you about
it." She said with a smile. "I thought that you'd tell me when you
were ready." She paused. "I knew something had happened though, and I
didn't want to pry. You're an adult, and I respect the fact that you're not
going to tell me everything that's going on in your life. Listen to me, that
sounded like a huge guilt trip, it's not. I just want you to know that I
respect your privacy. Paula tried to dig for dirt with me and I told her that
you hadn't discussed your job with me."

I told her about how abruptly Summer had left. The look on

my face must have conveyed exactly how it felt. She walked over and rested a
hand on my shoulder before running her hand down the back of my head and giving
my neck a little squeeze. She knew somebody had broken my heart, now she knew
who it was.

"So you went to see her?" She asked.

"It's nice there, kind of like west of here over

towards the mountains. She lives in a decent sized city, like Augusta maybe.
She's a nurse at the hospital there. She's got a terrific daughter named
Emily." At that I spied mom's eyebrows lift a fraction.

"So how did the first meeting go?" You hadn't seen

her in over a year, the way she left I can't imagine you'd heard from her
before that."

"It was nerve wracking." I said with a laugh. I

told her about leaving the note and finally meeting again. I mentioned meeting
Emily and how they asked me to stay with them. I watched for a look of shock or
surprise and didn't see one cross mom's face. Her head just bobbed as she took
it all in.

"So, when?" She asked, picking up the thread of a

conversation we'd had weeks before.

I just smiled. "First of the year. I'll be done with my

one year duty here. I've already picked up the necessary forms to apply there.
If I don't get in there, I'll look to nearby towns, or just go back to school
and get a job doing something else. I'm going to get my EMT training one way or
another." She smiled at that.

"I hope I get to meet her someday." There's the

guilt trip I thought.

"Well, funny you should mention that, because I was

thinking of the same thing." I replied, and let her know how I hoped we
could make it happen. She was all smiles after that.

"Oh my God, to have been a fly on the wall during that

conversation." Summer said. Her voice sounded so sweet. It made my heart
beat faster just to hear it.

"I left out most of the lurid bits of the story. I

didn't want her to keel over on me."

"I'm sure any parts you left out, she figured out

already. From the sounds of her, she doesn't seem like the type to fool
easily." She replied.

"That she isn't. Luckily I was a good kid so I didn't

have to bullshit my way through many situations."

We talked about little things, Emily was doing a little

better in school, but still wasn't pushing for the all A's that Summer was
looking for. I said to give her time, the music is helping I was sure of it.
Emily insisted on talking to me, I could hear her bouncing like a jumping bean
in the background. She was all excited to tell me about how her music teacher
thought it was terrific she was so interested in everything I was showing her
and her friends and how she was going to be in a holiday concert at school. I
brought up school, asking how she was doing. She let out a little sigh.

"One A, two B's and two C's" was her reply.

"I just don't get algebra!" The other C was from a history class
which had her bored to tears talking about 'boring dead people' as she put it.

I made her a deal, no C's by the mid-term report card and

I'd make it worth her while. It was after her mother chivied her off the phone
and to bed that I brought up my idea. I was surprised that not only did she
like the idea she was very excited.

Thanksgiving day past with several calls on homes with

scorched turkeys, and one unfortunate turkey frying experiment that cost a
family their garage. Soon the snow was upon us. This early the snow usually
didn't stick long, not this close to the ocean. It did make the driving
difficult for the people who hadn't seen it in seven months. Luckily there were
no major incidents. That is until I handed my notice into the chief.

He was less than impressed, until I told him my plans. He

said he'd push to get me EMT training the budgets would be out soon. I showed
him a picture of Summer and Emily that I'd snapped with my phone. "Unless
you can make that job happen where they are. It's not likely to change my
mind." I said with a smile.

"Would she be willing to move here?"

I laughed. "Not nearly as I'm ready to move there.

Don't worry I'm a first year greenhorn, I can't be that tough to replace."

"No but that means I have to find one willing to

relocate here or scrounge up another, get him up to Fairfield, and wait months
to put him to work." He shook his head, then asked to see the picture
again. "I'll say this, she looks worthy of a guy like you. Don't screw it
up."

"I like to think that I'm worthy of a girl like her.

Trust me, I'll do everything I can to not screw it up."

Christmas eve came quietly, the crackle of a log in the wood

stove, the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and in the living room
me rustling and muttering while attempting to wrap a gift.

"Do you want a cookie?" Mom called out from the

kitchen.

"Of course, but did you make enough for Santa?" I

said chuckling.

"Don't you worry, I'm practicing for when the girls get

here. What kind of grandma street cred would I have if I couldn't whip up
cookies on the spur of the moment?"

We had a quiet dinner earlier just the two of us. I started

to doubt my gift choice and my mother put her hand on my arm. "Relax,
she's going to love it, trust me."

"I know, I'm just getting a little anxious." I

said with a sigh. She chuckled at that.

"She'll be here day after tomorrow. Breathe."

Mom was going to pick her up at the airport since I'd

swapped shifts with Mike so I could have the later part of the week off. I'd be
working Christmas day and the day after and have the next three days off, then
two more days and I was done. I'd already started packing. Mom kept trying to
give me furniture, which was nice but wasn't going to travel well since I
didn't know where I'd be living just yet. I asked Summer if I could stay with
her for a few days while I looked at apartments to which she quickly said yes.
I felt a hand on my shoulder rubbing it firmly.

"Breathe." She said again.

"You're going to like her."

"I already do, because I trust you. You've always been

a good judge of character." We did justice to the cookies leaving a couple
out with a small glass of milk, just in case.

Work went by slowly, we had a huge dinner at the engine

house. We did have one call of a chimney fire from some overzealous wrapping
paper burning. The next day had me so jumpy Herb said I should drink decaf from
now on. When I told him why his face broke into a huge grin.

"You finally tugged back, huh? Tell me you're going to

bring her by so we can meet the woman you're dumping us for."

"I might, just to show her why I'm leaving." I

laughed ducking his backhanded slap. About mid-afternoon I got a text saying
that they had landed and mom had found them. They should be in town in a little
over an hour. I did an equipment check and spent some time polishing the chrome
on #3 to keep myself occupied.

"Hey Pete!" I heard from over by the kitchen. I

walked around the corner and Summer was standing there, her arm on Emily’s
shoulder. Allan, the lieutenant on duty laughed. "I haven't seen him smile
like that since the time we ordered pizzas from next door and didn't make him
cook." I walked up and Summer launched herself into my arms. Several
kisses later I noticed we were getting a round of applause.

"You may need to hose them off, they do this all the

time." Emily announced to everybody, to a hale of laughter. I gave Summer
another kiss before releasing my grip and reaching out to Em.

"Come here smart ass and give me a hug." She

gladly dove into my side and I kissed her on the forehead.

"What are you feeding her? I used to be able to kiss

the top of her head."

"Everything, I think she's having another growth

spurt." Summer replied. I showed them around, introducing them to the guys
on duty. Herb gave me a sly wink, I don't think he had any doubts now as to why
I was leaving.

Allan walked over to us. "Damn, I'm sorry you're not

feeling well Pete. Hopefully you'll feel better by Thursday. Danny is coming
into the cover the overnight." I looked at him oddly. "Get outta here
you three." He smiled and thumped me on the back and walked off.

I wasn't sure what happened, but I wasn't about to argue the

point. We all piled into my truck and I drove back to the house. I felt Mom's
hand in this when I saw a big spread being worked on for dinner. I knew I was
right. I asked her if she needed any help.

"Maybe a little." She put her hand on Emily’s

shoulder. "Would you mind giving me a hand Emily?" Mom gave me a look
and raised an eyebrow in dismissal.

"Don't work her too hard. We'll need some help to clean

out under the tree later." I said chuckling.

As soon as we made it through the doorway Summer turned me

and fell into my arms. The kiss was sweet with an underlying urgency. Her body
felt like a taught bowstring against me, the energy waiting to be unleashed.

Em said a little louder than necessary. "If I know

them, they're in there with their faces stuck together." Causing us both
to laugh.

"I hope we have a lot of potatoes to peel. I'm really

hungry." I called back. Summer pulled me down onto the couch and kissed me
again.

"I have a special surprise for you." She said with

a big grin.

"Not here, my mother is right in the kitchen!" I

said laughing.

"Not that, maybe later if we can find a way to pull it

off." She said as she gave the front of my pants a squeeze. "I've
only had Bob to keep me company the last two months, and he's a lousy
cuddler."

My eyes went wide. "Who is Bob?" I asked.

She snorted and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Battery operated boyfriend." I busted out laughing.

"Is this the same Bob you traveled with a few years

ago?" I asked softly, not wanting the conversation to raise questions.

Summer rolled her eyes. "Maybe, maybe not? You left me

in a bad way two weeks ago when you called. It's not nice to ply a girl with
pretty words and promises and then leave her to take matters in her own
hands." I remembered the call, and I wanted so badly to ravish her until
we both passed out.

"Oh my God, look at you blush." She said with a

smile. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Don't you worry, I'll get
my due for that, and then some." She took my ear lobe in her mouth giving
it a tug. Her hand slipped between my legs, she massaged the inside of my thigh
and it was getting the reaction she expected.

"I'm going to run upstairs and change, I'll be right

back." I said, trying to steady my breathing.

She grinned even further with a glint in her eye. "Want

to show me your room?"

I chuckled at that. "Sure." I stood taking her

hand and led her upstairs. I led her into the room where she peeked out the
door behind us before closing it quietly and began unbuttoning my shirt for me.
In a flash I was shirtless and she was kissing her way down as she pushed my
t-shirt up and off.

"Are you nuts?" I chuckled.

"I can't leave you like this through dinner." She

said stroking my hard cock through my pants. She stepped back sitting on the
edge of the bed and pulled me towards her by the belt and undid it. She had my
pants and boxers around my knees and began licking my cock. She looked up
catching my eye as she began taking it into her mouth. It's a wonder my knees
didn't buckle at the sensation. She took me slowly at first, but sensed my
mounting frustration and sped up, bobbing swiftly drawing me out until I
exploded down her throat.

I gasped catching my breath. "You're a little bit evil,

you know that?"

She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a tissue she

grabbed from the box on the nightstand.

"I don't know about that. I think I'm more angelic, to

relieve you from your suffering like that." She replied.

"I can't wait to return the favor."

"Neither can I." She said smiling. "Is there

a bathroom up here?" I told her it was the last door on the right.
"Good, let me go freshen up and head downstairs before you come
down."

I came down the stairs and stopped at the sight before me. Summer

sat at the end of the couch, with a mug in her hands, eyes wide as she watched
Em. Colored lights twinkled making the scene magical. She had the most beatific
expression as she watched Emily scouting the presents under the tree. Emily
sounded amazed that she had so many. Mom had pulled out the stops when she
discovered she finally had a girl to shop for. Summer's gaze lit on me and her
smile got even bigger as she beckoned me over. Just as I sat down Mom called
out for a hand and I hopped back up and grabbed the tray she'd put together.

"This one for Em, no rum in it." She pointed at

one of the mugs of hot cider.

"Going to be that kind of night is it?" I

chuckled.

"Hey, it's the holidays. Why not enjoy ourselves?"

She followed me out with a huge platter of food and set it on the coffee table.
We chatted while dinner cooked. Emily landed next to the platter and began
nibbling away. I had a dread feeling that this meeting was going to be awkward
for everybody involved. Trust Mom to treat Summer like a longtime girlfriend,
not like someone she'd met a few hours before. Somehow discussion turned to
what I was like when I was little and the embarrassing stories began. Before
long the buzzer on the stove went off and we mobilized and soon we were sitting
around the table, a feast laid out before us.

"I wondered where he got his culinary skills from, now

I know. Everything was delicious."

"Thank you. I assure you that I only showed him the

basics, he's more creative than I've ever been in the kitchen."

Em piped in describing our weekend of Italian food when I was

at their house a few months earlier.

"Your lieutenant wasn't happy with me because of it

either. I guess since you've been there they've eaten better than they had in
years. Some of the guys said you were a better cook than their wives." Summer
said laughing.

"It's probably for the best, Earl was getting a paunch

on him." I replied. "I have a gift. What can I say?"

"You could say, don't move Mom, I'll take care of the

dishes."

Hearing my groan caused Emily to add, "You know the

deal, the cook doesn't do the dishes, and you didn't cook."

"I didn't cook, either I'll help you hon." Summer

added as the laughter subsided. It wasn't long before we joined Mom and Emily
in the living room again.

"I now have a promise that you're going to practice

your music so you don't forget it." Mom said. "Emily is going to
teach you to play guitar too, so I hear."

"I hope so." I replied as we got comfortable on

the couch. I looked up and Emily's face was full of pent up excitement. Summer
stifled a yawn behind her hand. "Maybe we should wait, your mom seems
pretty tired."

"Mom, do you need some coffee?" She asked with a

longing in her voice. We all laughed as her mother declined.

"Pete, get in there and play Santa for us." Mom

said as she prodded me with a toe.

It was surprising how little time it took to tear through

the loot. Emily dancing around a pile hugging her new game. She pouted slightly
because her mother said she'd lose it if her grades didn't stay up. I agreed,
and reminded her we had a deal. We did our best to neaten up and make a
pathway. Mom said she was going to go to bed and made her way upstairs. We had
Emily's bed made up in Mom's office on a borrowed folding bed. Summer allowed
her to take the game with her so she could try it out. A quiet settled over the
house as we tucked in for the night.

Summer emerged from Emily's makeshift bedroom. I had cleared

the coffee table off and set the last gift in the middle of the table. A small
velvet box with a little red bow on it. She stopped half way across the room,
her eyes wide as she looked at the box then over at me. I knelt on one knee in
front of the wood stove a stick in hand poking up the coals. She looked at me
kneeling then at the box again. I was unsure of what was going on in her mind,
but a wash of expressions made their way across her face in a fleeting moment.
She finally broke eye contact with me and retrieved a similar box from her
purse setting it next to the one that was on the coffee table. She sat on the
couch and patted the spot next to her. My heart pounding because of the look
she gave me. I was both worried and hopeful.

She inhaled quickly as if to begin a speech. "Pete,

remember when you came out to see me?"

"Just open it first. Please." I interrupted her.

She looked up sharply at me. "Please?" I said with a grin. She gave
me a curious look and reached for the box like it might go off like a bomb if
she moved to quickly. She lifted the lid gently and looked for a moment at the
silver pendant. A grin crept across her face as she let out the breath she'd
been holding.

"It's beautiful!" She said turning to me and

giving me a kiss.

"It's one of a kind. The woman that made it said she

wouldn't make another for at least three months. It was our deal after she saw
the design I'd made for it." The pendant was a large silver heart with a
smaller heart inside, and another smaller heart inside of that one. Along the
edge where the three hearts joined, small stones were set. I chose our three
birthstones and they worked well together in pale blue, clear and pink.

I chuckled after a few more kisses. "I know what you

were thinking. I was thinking the same thing myself. I spent weeks looking at
rings." I said softly. "Then about a month ago, I don't know what
reminded me of it, but I remembered how proud you sounded when you told me that
you were back on your feet, and you were doing well. I didn't want to feel like
I was trying to tie you down again, and become the old ball and chain."

She drew a breath to say something and I turned looking deep

into her eyes and saw the answer to the question I hadn't asked.

"I want you to want it as much as I do. When I ask,

you'll know it's coming." I said as I took her face in my hands and kissed
her deeply. I pulled back to see her eyes welling up.

"How is it that you understand me so well?" Her

voice barely above a whisper.

"I listen to what you say, and to what you don't

say." I smiled at her and the first tear broke free and rolled down her
face. I brushed them away with my thumbs and before I knew it she was straddling
me and our lips crashed together. The frustration of the past two months apart
trickled away gently. It took a loud pop from the wood stove to rouse us. Summer
jumped, startled by the sound, then realizing what it was began to chuckle. She
sat up slightly, still straddling my lap and whipped her hair to one side, with
a deft motion she undid the necklace she was wearing and set it on the table.
She reached into the box and lifted out the pendant and handed it to me. She
turned and sat on my lap and lifted her hair. I clasped the necklace and leaned
in kissing her softly on the neck, causing her to let out a sigh and tilted her
head inviting me to have my fill.

"You're distracting me." She mumbled.

"Really?" I said. "From what?" She

shivered in my arms as I continued my gentle assault on her neck.

"We need to talk."

I felt an icy bolt run down my spine. Those are words I

never wanted to hear. She noticed I'd stopped nibbling her neck and patted the
hand I had wrapped around her waist. She leaned forward and then slid off my
lap and sat next to me. The other little box in hand. She was still smiling but
looked at me with concern.

"Are you okay?"

"Yea," I said, "what do you mean we need to

talk?"

She laughed gently. "Relax. It's just that this needs a

little explanation." She handed me the box and tucked her leg under her.
She nodded at the box, urging me to open it. I looked up at her for a moment,
her eyebrows went up as she urged me to open it with an impish grin. "Well
go on." I pulled the ribbon off and tore the paper sliding out what looked
like a jewelry box. I opened up to find a pewter key chain with my initials on
it. I breathed a little better.

"Emily and I decided we don't want you to come stay

with us for a few weeks while you look for a new place."

I looked up sharply at that. She had a devious smile on her

lips. She motioned towards the box again. I picked up the heavy oval and keys
dangled out from underneath it.

"We decided we don't want you to look for a new home.

You already have one if you want it."

I turned it over, the inscription on the other side said,

"Always Remember To Come Home."

"That was Emily's idea. She knows being a firefighter

isn't exactly the safest profession. She's close to Uncle Dale. So much so that
sometimes I wonder which one is the kid." I turned and kissed her,
smothering her next words. She pulled back gasping for breath. "Is that a
yes?"

I just nodded, too choked up to reply.

Epilogue

I sat on an old stump, steam rising off my coffee in the

cool morning air. The clouds were heavy, a faint glimmer of the sun trying to
break through near the horizon. The breeze kicked up, dried leaves skittered
across the brown grass at my feet. I looked up, in the distance there was a V
of southbound geese. I lowered my eyes and took in the little house with a grin
and shook my head. So many things had happened in just a few short years. A
blue jay called out just as the door opened and Emily barreled out headed for
the school bus. She didn't even look up as she darted around the house to stand
with the her friends down a few houses. She'd grown and was looking more like
the beautiful woman she would soon become. I looked over at the kitchen window
and saw a shadow move. A few minutes later the door opened again, Summer stood
on the step scanning the yard, for me I assumed.

"Pete?" She hollered.

"I'm over here." I said, getting her attention.

She walked over and stopped in front of me, her hair blew in front of her face,
her arms crossed tight against the chill.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"What are you doing out here in the cold?" She

said bumping my foot aside slightly so she could perch on my knee, her arm
wrapped around my back as she nestled in to find some warmth.

"Counting my blessings. The second one just dashed up

the road to catch the bus, the first one is right here." I said running my
hand up her back. "After that I lost count."

"Today?" I asked. We'd gotten into a little

routine over the past year, where I had asked her to marry me, and she said
she'd tell me when she was ready. It had been over a year, nearly two, since
I'd moved here, and the life agreed with me somehow. The area was rough, but
the people strong and supportive. There were whisperings about us, but they all
disappeared when people realized just how in love we were... we are. Our game
was to the point where I wouldn't have to say anything more, and she knew what
I wanted. I asked daily.

"Happy birthday." She said, then leaned down and

kissed me. The blue jay taking offense to our conversation decided to voice his
opinion again. I raised my eyebrows at her. I never let her get away without
answering me. She looked up over my head, her eyes scanning the yard, she
looked up at the sky and slowly began nodding. She looked down at me with a
smile. "Today."

By Member389 for Literotica

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