Always Summer (28 page)

“I’ll do
this bit.” He finally managed to say with just a chuckle.

“No you
won’t!” I argued.
 
He was pissing me off
with his stupid laughter... it wasn’t like I’d ever washed a guys dick
before... he needed to realize that and cut me some slack.

I grabbed
his body wash and went to squirt some onto my hand.

“Whoa...
you don’t need heaps, just a little bit.” He reasoned.

So I
squeezed a little bit onto my palm and lathered it up.
 
I cupped his balls in my right hand and
gently fondled them.
 
I thought this may
have made him a bit horny, but whatever I was doing was making him laugh.

I refused
to give up, and I was not going to laugh!
 
Despite the sly smile that was creeping up on me now.

I grabbed
his shaft in my left hand and lathered him up like I was about to wank him.

“You need
to pull the foreskin back and wash the head.” He managed through his chuckles.

I couldn’t
help it... I grunted out a chortle... then I pulled his foreskin back and began
to gently clean around the glands of his penis.
 
I continued for a short period till I was personally satisfied with my
ministrations.

Blake was
now chuckling heavily, sighing out his light laughter as I turned to get some
more body wash.

“What?” I
pretend roused at him.

“Nothing!”
He said, juggling his package so that the suds were washed away.
 
“Very thorough!” he smiled.

I smirked,
before I began to sud up his chest, and clean under his arms and them down
them.

After
washing off all the suds, I turned the shower head to the side, so it was
blasting water away from us to the wall.
 
I wanted to revisit his dick.

“What are
you doing?” Blake asked.

I gave him
a coy look and leant my face in to kiss him gently on the lips.
 
Taking his cock in my right hand, I began to
stroke him to an erection.

“Mmm...”
Blake sounded through our kiss.

When I
managed to get him hard enough to work him better with my mouth, I suddenly
released my mouth from his and dropped to my knees.

“
Summer
?” he breathlessly asked.

“Shhh!”
I
said, looking up at him as though I was an angel about to defy my maker.

“Shit!” he
breathed.

I had his
shaft in my hand; however, I really needed to use more than just my one
hand.
 
I darted my tongue toward the head
of his cock and licked the small slit that had released some clear precum.

Blake.

Holy
hell... she had dropped down to look directly at my cock after teasing it to
attention.
 
Darting her tongue out and
licking the bead of precum that had emerged from her ministrations, my breath
caught in my throat and my balls praised all things holy.

“Oh shit
Summer
... you’re gonna kill me!” I lamented, just as she
placed the head of my dick in her mouth and sucked back like I was a lollipop.

“I want to
make you come in my mouth, just like you did to me!” she explained seductively,
before placing her mouth back onto my penis and putting more of it in her
mouth, sucking with her glorious mouth and moving her hand along the shaft with
just the right amount of pressure.

I was light
headed... I went to place my hands in her hair, but I remembered she hadn’t
wanted her hair to get wet, which was probably why she also turned the showerhead
away.
 
So I reached up and grabbed the
top of the glass screen.

Looking
down at her working my cock with her hand and mouth, her tongue darting out and
licking up the underside of my cock, while she lifted it up so I could see; I
began to shudder with pleasure.

She opened
her eyes and looked into mine.
 
I was
mesmerized... my Summer, the girl I had loved since second grade, the girl who
I’d daydreamed about doing this with, the girl who filled every wet dream I’d
ever experienced - was sucking my cock!
 
It wasn’t a dream!

She used
her other hand to cup my balls and began to massage them, all the while
maintaining my eye contact.

“Oh...
Jesus Summer... Fuck!” I breathlessly managed to moan.
 
“I’m gonna come!” I said.

She just
continued to watch me... taking more of me into her mouth... taking me as far
inside as she could, and then sucking the length back out.

My biceps
were definitely getting a workout today.
 
Right now they kept
my from
falling in a heap
as she sucked me off, unabashed and completely wanton.
 
I just hoped the glass would continue to hold
me up... I was counting on it!

She was
staring at me, which was causing my body to convulse... it was so erotic.
 
Her hands were soft yet unforgiving, milking
my shaft and balls for all they could offer... her tongue and mouth were
spectacular!

“Fuck!” I
began thrusting my hips, and she kept time with me.
 
I maintained eye contact with her for as long
as I could.

“Ugh! Ah,
fuck! Fuck!” I could feel the build up about to erupt... the tingling tremors
were shifting... my ejaculation was seconds away.

She
obviously felt the pulsing in my balls, since she increased the pressure in her
hands, and began sucking with a vacuum of pressure that was sure to suck every
drop of cum I had.

I released
myself from her intimate eye lock... and screamed her name to the ceiling.
 
She sucked until I begged her to stop.
 
My legs were weak, but I could stand... just!

Summer
raised herself and took a mouthful of water from the stream of water, swished
and swallowed.
 
Oh God!
 
She didn’t even spit the residual... she
swallowed every last drop!
 
Not something
I had expected... but sexy as all hell!

*

Entertaining!
 
I was going to enjoy showering with
Summer
at every chance I got.
 
I retreated from the shower first, and
grabbed a towel, drying myself and wrapping the towel around my hips before she
stepped out.

Draping
another towel around her, I proceeded to rub her body, despite her
protests.
 
I dried her thoroughly, and
then wrapped it around her body, under her arms... tucking the end in so that
the towel held.

I returned
to our living area and dining, grabbing
up
our
clothes, before returning to the bedroom.

Summer was
standing next to her draws, pulling up a new set of panties along her long
legs.
 
She was only half turned to me, so
she was in profile.
 
She arched her butt
back so the panties slid up the curves of her butt, and glided over her
hips.
 
Her breasts... a perfect
handful... were teardrop shaped, with her nipples up turned.
 
She was breathtaking.
 
I watched her as she put her bra on, before
speaking.

“So... what
do you want to do with these?” I asked, raising her clothes.

“Oh...” she
said, turning, so I could appreciate the new bra and panties set that now
seductively covered her.
 
They were a
pale yellow.

“I’ll put
the bra and panties in the hamper... I don’t think I can wear the panties again
before I wash them!” she smirked, walking across to me and grabbing her things
out of my hand.
 
“As for the dress, I
think I’ll wear it.” She said, winking, before turning around and making her
way to the ensuite.

“You know
I’ll be thinking about what we just did the whole time you wear that?” I
questioned her.

“Yep!” she
replied, walking out of the ensuite and pulling the dress over her head.

“You’re
such a tease!” I said, dropping my towel and grabbing my boxers that I wore for
all of fifteen minutes before, and pulling them up.

Summer
pulled the band from her hair, allowing it to fall free, before sauntering over
to me, just as I successfully pulled up and secured my shorts.

“Look who’s
talking!” she said, giving me a cheeky grin, and trailing her fingertips down
my chest, stomach and across the top of my shorts, tracing the band of my
boxers.

“You keep
doing that, and you’ll need another shower.” I warned.

She just
chuckled and stepped back, turning to go.

No
way!
 
I grabbed her, threw her on the bed
and crawled over the top of her... growling!

My lips
connected with her lips, and we began to devour each other again, her hands
pulling my face to hers as before.
 
But
once I heard her whimper, and knew I was seconds away from no return myself, I
pulled back.

“Shopping!”
I said huskily.
 
Now that was a
tease!
 
My balls and cock hated me right
now... but I promised them some more action later.

She
groaned.

Summer.

Towards the
end of September, Blake and I still hadn’t found a suitable flat mate.
 
It may have had something to do with all of
the hot sex we were having; we weren’t that receptive to the idea of sharing
our space with anyone else... at least, neither of us had talked about that as
being a possible reason, but I knew at least that I didn’t want to share our
bubble.
 

Regardless...
the modeling agency had been true to their word, and already I had been put to
work, attending three photo shoots in New York (accompanied by Blake and
staying with Sally), and sauntered down one catwalk, glad to have been to the
workshops offered to me during my summer break with Sally.
 
Now, my first payment had come through, and
not a moment too soon.
 
It was decent
money (once it had filtered down to me); at least it was decent for me!
 
So now I didn’t feel so bad about Blake and
I
not finding anyone to share our space.
 
Besides... the extra room was working out rather
well as an art studio for Blake... I couldn’t see him wanting to give it up in
a hurry.
 
My room, the one with a single
bed in it, hadn’t been used as anything more than our study (and as a sex
den... sex while seated on a computer chair was a little difficult, but so
worth it!).
 
Both Blake’s and my desks
were set up in there.
 
In addition, Blake
had set up throughout the apartment a set of wireless speakers, so we could
listen to our favourite radio station all the time.

We had
divided chores weekly; alternating cooking and cleaning with laundry and
dishes.
 
We shared the shopping,
attending the grocery store on Thursday nights to do a weekly shop.

Blake’s
class schedule was better than mine... I wasn’t sure how he’d managed it, but
he had every Friday off, in addition to Monday mornings.
 
It was almost like he had a four day
weekend!
 
My schedule gave me Friday
afternoons off and Monday mornings till 11am.
 
My Friday mornings started at 8am though, so generally when I was
leaving home, Blake was still in bed, trying to lure me back into our said
‘bed’ with him unsuccessfully.

All this
situation had really done was to enforce our isolation.
 
Since the Jordan thing, not to mention moving
a state away from home, we had been reduced to counting our friends as our pool
of family members, with a sprinkle of some tentative association with
classmates and online friends.
 
Essentially we were our own island.

I had a
free weekend this weekend; it was the weekend before the emergence of our off
week, which usually began the Sunday evening or Monday morning of my sugar
pill.
 
I didn’t like having sex during my
period; not that Blake was complaining... I mean, just because I didn’t want
any attention beyond some heavy petting, didn’t mean he had to miss out!
 

I had definitely
perfected my blow jobs and masturbating techniques!
 
Our second week together saw my off week
ushered in, and so I established a routine that had successfully seen Blake
through that menstrual cycle, and hopefully those to come.

We were
leaving for Newark this afternoon, to attend a gig and after party with Julie
and Helen; who were friends with two of the band members.
 
I was looking forward to it immensely.
 
Blake was excited too.
 
It wasn’t very far away, and since we had
been to see Julie nearly every time we’d gone in to New York, we had gotten to
know a couple of her flat mates, and hung out with Helen as well.