Always Summer (34 page)

“Horny!”
she answered, giggling.
 

I dropped
the wooden spoon I was using to stir the food.
 
It clattered on the bench.

We’d had
sporadic and fairly standard sex over the last week and a half.
 
Nowhere up to scratch for us.
 
Her words gave me an almost instant hard on.

I turned
around to find her wearing only her underwear; a black lacy bra and thong
set... I couldn’t remember having seen this set... but I was looking forward
very much to removing it from her.
 
Despite losing some weight, her breasts still filled her c-cup bra.
 
I was glad she hadn’t lost them... they were
definitely a favourite of mine.

“But you
have to cook!” she pouted sexily.

God I had missed this... my girl was back!
Damn... I was already on fire... Fuck the food!

 
“Ah... shit!” I said, as my arm accidentally
brushed up against the electric skillet.
 
I had a sweater on, but I had pushed the sleeves up to my elbows while I
cooked.
 
Summer had distracted me, so I
turned back and turned the skillet down, so the food would simmer on a very low
heat.

Summer had
stepped away from me when I turned back to the food, and now she was out of my
reach.
 
The oven was on, but I hadn’t
placed the rolls in it yet, so I wasn’t worried about it.
 
I lurched forward to grab
Summer
,
but she jumped back laughing, and then she turned and ran...
oh yeah... she was back!
 
I ran after her... she was on the other side
of the bed in our room, panting from her run and the excitement of the chase.

I tore my
sweater and the shirt underneath it over my head and off my body... I watched
her appreciative stare as I walked toward her, but she was grinning, and about
to jump up on the bed to climb over to an escape.
 
I could play this game!
 
I stopped, before she made a break for it,
and unbuttoned my jeans, before pulling them down and off... throwing them in
the corner with my sweater and shirt.
 
She was giggling wildly, grinning at me as I prepared to rush in and
grab her.

I took a
step forward... another step... I judged the distance between grabbing her
directly, or reaching out to the side and grabbing her if she made a dash over
the bed.

She’d
thought this out better than I had.
 
I
was mid step toward her... she leapt on the bed... scrambled across it... off
the opposite side and dashed out the door into the hallway.
 
I was immediately behind her.
 
By the time she made it to the living and
dining area, attempting to put the table between us, I’d caught up with her and
pulled her into me.

She was
laughing so hard now... her face was shining brightly... she looked radiant and
beautiful!

“Oh you’re
a naughty girl!” I growled, dropping my shoulder and placing her over it.

She was
squealing loudly now, like a five-year-old in the throes of excitement!

I smacked
her butt as I travelled back to our room.
 
I closed the door behind us, to give me time to get to her, if she tried
to escape again.

She was
still giggling when I threw her down on her back on the bed.

I climbed
over the top of her, effectively pinning her down.
 
She put her hands against my chest and
attempted to push me away, though not very convincingly, since her legs were
already wrapping around my hips.

I grabbed
both her hands and placed them above her head, holding them in place with my
dominant left hand.

“What’s
this?” I asked, lifting the edge of her lacy black bra with my finger.

“A bra!”
she said uncooperatively.

“Well...
why is it on?” I growled.

“To hold my
boobs up!” she laughed.
 
“Do you like my
thong?” she asked all innocently.

I
groaned...
Yes! Damn it, yes!
 
I do!

“I think my
cock would like it better if it weren’t there at all!”
 
I reasoned huskily.

“Oh... so
you know how to use that piece down there do you?” she teased.

I began a
smooth rhythm, humping her through our clothes... rubbing the hard ridge of my
cock against her clit.
 
In addition, I
lifted both her breasts out of the lacy cups of her bra and began to suck on
them.

Yes... I definitely know how to use my ‘piece’,
I inwardly chuckled.

Summer.

It had been
so long since I felt energized... and I was so horny my body needed to have
multiple orgasms... stat!

I’d goaded
Blake into pursuit... not that it was hard to do... he was always a willing
participant.

He finally
had me pinned under him, so he began to move against me.
 
Coupled with his sudden suckling of my
breasts, I was being torn apart.
 
My
breasts were so desperate for release... so sensitive to touch; and my clit was
so ready to explode, that my orgasm had already booked passage.
 
I was a goner the moment he touched me.

My orgasm
was building in record time... the heightened intensity a tribute to my recent
lack of potent sex.

Talking for
me ceased... I couldn’t hear or concentrate on anything Blake said... I was
being devoured by bliss uncontrollable!

Blake.

Summer was
moaning so much, and her responses were so turned on that I didn’t have time to
change my game plan, except that I knew I wanted to ride this wave of pleasure
with her.
 
In less than a quarter of her
normal time to orgasm, she was almost there.
 
I was in awe.

“I want to
fuck you
Summer
... I want your panties off!”
 
I said, breathlessly.

I wasn’t
going to touch any other part of her... she was super aroused already.
 
A slight breeze could tip her over.

I let go of
her hands... then I quickly stood on the bed over the top of her, taking my
boxers off, before sitting back down on my feet in a prayer position.
 
I pulled off her panties... she still looked
highly aroused; the mere moments it took me thus far to remove unwanted
clothing had done nothing to diminish her arousal.

I couldn’t
help it... I was an asshole that wanted her to tell me she wanted me, even
though it was clearly evident she did.

“Do you
want me to fuck you?” I asked.

“God damn
it Blake!” she shouted, “Fuck me, NOW!”

I grinned
from ear to ear... as I pulled her legs out and over my thighs; positioning my
cock at her entrance, I quickly felt her there, before ramming myself in as
hard as I could.

FUCK!
 
She was
so wet... so bloody aroused.
 
Her slim
fit was still tight, but the lubrication made the tightness smoother to plunge
into.

I didn’t
even still myself... I just started fucking her for all I was worth, making up
for the last ten days... claiming her pussy for myself all over again.
 
She suddenly surged forward in her climax...
she’d never done that before... she normally had a predictable climb.

“
Aaaahhh
!” she screamed, quickly followed by an
ear-splitting version of my name.

I
continued, my climax building swifter than normal, since she came so quickly,
but on the tail of my own, I could feel her quaking and shivering... hear her
moans and whimpers... and recognised her building up again into another
orgasm...

Jeezus!
These were fast... almost on top of each
other.
 
I couldn’t remain silent.

“You feel
so fucking good
Summer
... ahhh... Shit!
 
Come for me again!
 
Come Summer... let yourself go!” I coaxed.

“Ugh,” she
groaned, over and over.
 
Her hands
grabbing at the bed cover.

“Damn...
your pussy’s grabbing my dick
Summer
!”
 
I said... our eyes had remained locked...
hers rolled up a little, but immediately returned.
 
I was pounding into her...
 
we were almost there.
 
Her sounds were rattling over each
other.
 
I was calling out single syllable
swear words.

Then it was
just her name... I was calling her name, over and over!

My cock was
jerking, I was screaming, my cum was being buried deep within her, and her
screams as she too orgasmed for a second time were music to my ears... my name!

*

Summer’s
return to normal was immensely satisfying.
 
Our sex was exquisite... she was horny all the time!
 
I was finding it difficult to keep up with her
after a week... simply because I was so God Damned tired!

Her
appetite had returned too.
 
She was
scared to put weight on too fast, so she tempered it so she wouldn’t overshoot
her normal weight, especially given her current profession.
 
But it was hard for her... she said she
hadn’t felt this starved since she was a little girl.
 
It broke my heart to hear her say that, but I
was glad the circumstances were nothing alike.

She
continued her modeling work on the weekends, and I travelled with her more often
than not.
 
We traversed the exam period
relatively unscathed.

December
16th finally arrived; on the calendar that also listed her off week as next
week.
 
She was convinced that now things
were getting back to normal, everything would fall into place, and she didn’t
really need the appointment; but even though I felt she was probably right, I
still wanted her to go and just be sure about everything, before we settled in
for our Winter break and the Christmas and New Year season.

Of course
this meant I was attending, since I said I would.
 
I had to admit... I was nervous at seeing her
‘female issues’ doctor.

Summer.

We headed
out the door of our apartment, en route to my appointment with Dr Drake, by
9am.
 
I was feeling great... I really
was!
 
However, I completely understood
Blake’s concerns... I’d be the same with him.

Blake
drove... as per usual; making great time along the I-80 and I-280, despite a
fairly decent amount of traffic.
 
The
remaining journey after exiting onto the Newark Turnpike was tedious... This
was why we had left with plenty of time.
 
I occupied myself by singing along to my latest CD purchase...
Playing in the Shadows
by British singer
and rapper,
‘Example.’

Blake
ignored my terrible singing... hey; people couldn’t be great at
everything.
 
He kept his eyes forward,
monitoring the traffic around him.

He was
looking decidedly cool today, with a pair of charcoal denim loose-fit jeans, a
crisp white long sleeved shirt, with the arms turned up to his elbows over the
top of his bottle green v-neck sweater, his shirt collar neatly folding out the
top.
 
He had a double breasted, black
woolen, thigh length jacket in the back to keep him warm outside.
 
On his feet he was wearing a pair of black ‘
Emerica
’ skate shoes, which added funk
to his model worthy outfit.
 
He also
currently wore a dark pair of Aviator
Ray-Ban
sunglasses, and his hair had the messy, just fucked look...
YUM!

I was
wearing blue denim skinny jeans, and a white skivvy under a Brown ‘
Paul Smith
’ jacket I had pilfered from a
recent shoot; alongside tan suede lace up boots, and a multicolored ‘
Target
’ light woolen scarf with matching
cable knit beanie over my loose hair.
 
My
choice in sunnies was another freebie from work, a pair of gold colored
Balenciaga
sunglasses.
 
My hand bag was a thrift shop find...
a denim jeans
styled bag with red tartan lining.

We’d packed
a travel bag, since I had work on the Upper East Side the whole weekend, and we
were going to stay with Sally for the weekend.
 
We would be visiting with Julie on Sunday
evening, on our way home.

By the time
we found a car park, made our way into the doctor’s offices and notified
reception of our appearance... we were merely on time.

“I’m so
glad we didn’t leave any later... we wouldn’t have been on time at all!” I
suggested.