Summer Girl (2 page)

“I don't really know yet,” said Brie averting
her eyes.

“You've graduated right?” said Mr. Merle.

“Of course,” Brie said, still avoiding his
eyes.

“But no college picks?” said Mr. Merle.

“I applied to Lancaster State,” said
Brie.

“What else?”

“That's it.”

“That's it?” he said.

“I know...” Brie said, still averting her
gaze.

“Usually people apply to more than one
college.”

“I haven't been as serious as I should,” said
Brie. “But Lancaster State would get me out of Trestle.”

“What were your SAT scores?” asked Mr.
Merle.

“They're okay. So, tell me about what you
do?” Brie said.

“You're trying to change the subject.”

“I'd rather talk about you and your wife's
exciting lives,” said Brie.

“We got our exciting lives by going to
college and then going to law school,” he said, sounding too much
like her parents.

“You're not very fun,” said Brie, sulking and
pondering whether to let some ice cream dribble down her chin. Brie
did not sign up for an afternoon of career counseling.

“No, I suppose I'm not being much fun,” said
Mr. Merle, smiling a smile that caused Brie to stutter. “And our
lives aren't that exciting.”

“That's a laugh,” said Brie, stuttering. “You
get to live here in the summer and get to ditch this place in the
winter. You probably have a big home in Overton. That sounds
exciting to me.”

“I do copyright law.”

“What?” said Brie.

“You wanted to talk about our exciting
lives."

“Copyright law?” said Brie.

“We make sure that software companies and
movie companies don't get their properties pirated.”

“Do you talk to movie studios?” said
Brie.

“All the time,” said Brad.

“No shit?”

“Not with any actors or directors. We talk to
their legal departments.”

“But that still sounds pretty cool, right?
And what about your wife?” said Brie.

“Does the same, but at a different firm. We
met in law school. She's the smart one. She's only twenty-eight but
has already made partner. I'm twenty-nine and still an
associate.”

“Is that bad?” said Brie.

“She makes more money than I do.”

“But you'll be a partner too one day,
right?”

“It's probably going to be another three
years. The thing that sucks is that we have to travel a lot. The
big market for copyright law is overseas right now, because there's
still so little of it. Mostly Asia.”

“That must be hard,” said Brie.

“It’s what we signed up for. It’s what allows
for our 'elastic lifestyle',” Mr. Merle said dryly.

“And you have a daughter too,” said Brie.

“Yes, that makes it very hard— God, I AM a
buzzkill...” said Mr. Merle, looking away and shaking his head, but
still managing to work in that smile.

“No!” Brie said. “You're not a buzzkill.
You're interesting. I like 'interesting'. I don't get much
'interesting' in Trestle.”

“Glad to hear it,” Mr. Merle said, taking a
bite of his ice cream.

“You're the only lake people who aren't full
of themselves,” said Brie.

“I used to come up here when I was a kid and
loved it,” said Brad. “I brought Tamera up here and she fell in
love with it too.”

“It’s easy to love a place when you don't
have to grow up there,” said Brie.

“It can't be that bad,” said Mr. Merle.
“Everyone is dissatisfied with their home town.”

“Yeah, but you don't have to be here during
the winters. You get to escape to Overton.”

“Yes, we get to cheat,” said Brad, “We don't
have to be here during the winter. But tell me all about you, other
than your bad SAT's.”

“Hey!” Brie said, protesting playfully.

“Hey!” he said. God, he was cute.

“Well, I was on the swim team starting as a
freshman and we went to state twice,” said Brie.

"Really? That's pretty good, isn't it?” said
Brad. “Have you thought about going after a swimming
scholarship?”

“You're bringing our talk back to college
again,” said Brie.

“You're right. Never mind.”

“And I still swim every morning at the
community pool,” said Brie.

“Good!” said Mr. Merle.

“I'm also a sometime drum majorette.”

“What???” said Mr. Merle, sputtering, Brie
noticing a change in his tone and body language. His eyes locked on
her as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. “Tell me
more.”

“There's, like, three of us and we trade off.
There's a lot parades in a small town,” said Brie.

“Do you have one of those cute outfits with
the boots and gloves?”

“Oh yes, and don't forget the hat!” said
Brie.

“Tell me about the outfit.”

Brie saw the effect this conversation was
having on Mr. Merle and she decided to take advantage of it.
“Well... it's kind of like a figure-skating costume. It has a
little pleated skirt that doesn't cover much of the backside. And
the part that stretches over the butt? The leotard doesn't really
cover much at all. So if there's even a little breeze...”

Mr. Merle swallowed. “Jesus.”

“The leotard is a little too high-cut, but
the skirt covers it—mostly. At least when there's not a breeze and
I don't spin around too much. Then you see everything. I like it
because it shows off my legs.”

“When can you come back?” Mr. Merle said
abruptly, his breathing labored.

“What...?” said Brie, caught off-guard.

“With all the rain we've been having, the
grass needs to be cut again soon,” said Mr. Merle.

“Next week, I guess,” said Brie.

“I can't wait till next week,” said Mr.
Merle.

“Okay, um... how's Friday?”

“Let's do Wednesday,” said Mr. Merle.

“Wednesday? That's tomorrow,” said Brie.

“I know,” he smiled.

“Okay,” said Brie not knowing how to
react.

“It's another two hundred in your pocket,” he
said.

Brie figured she should be happy and smiled
back.

They walked to the car. There was the chirp
as Mr. Merle unlocked the doors. Brie opened her passenger-side car
door and stared downwards in horror. “Oh God!”

“What?”

“My butt-print!”

Mr. Merle ducked inside and looked over at
the passenger seat. He could see two half-moons imprinted on the
leather. “Ha! Well, I can't say you didn't warn me.”

“My God, your wife will see that!” said
Brie.

“Oh, she won't mind,” he said, starting the
car. “Get in.”

“She'll know that it's a butt-print from a
girl,” said Brie.

“Yeah, probably, but she's open-minded.”

“She won't be that open-minded,” said Brie as
the Audi sped out of the parking lot and onto Town Road.

“I'll tell her that I met this lovely girl
mowing the Fugleson’s lawn, next door,” said Mr. Merle. “I'll tell
her that I asked if she could do ours and she said 'yes'. I'll tell
her that you liked to jump in the lake when you finished the lawn
and that I asked you to go for ice cream. Your wet suit left a
mark, and on our way home I asked you to take off your
clothes.”

What?

“Your top, your shorts, and your wet bathing
suit.”

Brie was breathing hard.
What the hell?
Where did this come from?

“And when I got home I wrapped you in a towel
and put your wet clothes out on the balcony.”

“What?” Brie said, finally.

“And then I spanked you for being a naughty
girl.”

“I wouldn't let you do that!”

“This is all contingent upon your consent, of
course.”

“But that never happened!”

“Not yet,” said Mr. Merle.

“Even if it was true—and it’s definitely not
true—you couldn't tell your wife that!” said Brie, “She'd leave you
in a second!”

“I told you,” said Mr. Merle, “We have an
elastic relationship.”

“No relationship is that elastic.”

“Oh really, Miss worldly-wise, small town
eighteen year-old girl?”

“Eighteen and a half. And you don't have to
be a douchebag.”

“Sorry. Take off your clothes.”

“No.”

“You know you want to,” said Brad.

Brie had been looking at Mr. Merle's profile
this whole time and realized that she would do anything he
asked.

For the fifth time today she stripped to her
swimsuit, this time quickly. Mr. Merle glanced at her, “I'm sure
that more than one spectator at your swim-meets was there for the
wrong reasons.”

“Be quiet, Mr. Merle.”

“Brad. Calling me 'Mr. Merle' makes me feel
like I should be driving a white van.”

“Brad.”

“Now take off that suit,” he said.

“This is a small town,” said Brie. “If you
get pulled over, I'm toast.”

“We're a mile from the house.”

That smile.
Jesus
. What options did a
girl have? She slid a strap off one shoulder, then over the other,
revealing the capacious breasts that the men of Trestle dreamed and
masturbated over, despite being mostly covered up.

“Nice,” said Brad.

Brie continued, sliding the suit over her
hips, then down her legs as the Audi pulled into the Merles’
driveway. She was naked in the passenger seat and staring straight
ahead.

“How many guys have seen this view?” said
Brad.

“Maybe two. I don't know.”

“Did they appreciate it?”

“I guess.”

“You're beautiful.”

“So how does your story end?” said Brie.

“I don't want to ruin it for you. On your
knees. Turn around.”

Brie did as told, turning to face the side
window. She could hear her breath and feel her pulse pounding in
her head.

She heard a crack, followed a split-second
later by a sharp sting. “That's for making a mark on my seat,” said
Brad.

“I'm sorry Brad!”

Crack!

“That's for not being serious about
school.”

Crack! Another sting.

“That's for strutting around the Fugleson's
yard trying to tease me.”
He WAS watching!

Crack! Brie was feeling the wetness between
her legs.

“Hmmm,” said Brad, pausing, “What else have
you done wrong?”

“I missed a spot on your lawn and was too
lazy to go back over it!” said Brie, excitingly.

Crack! God, it hurt! But it sure felt
good.

“What else did you do wrong?”

“I rushed my way through the hedge trimming.
I wasn't as careful as I should.”

Crack!

“Why were you in a rush?”

“I wanted to get to the pool.”

Crack!

“Why did you want to get to the pool?”

“So you could check me out in my suit because
I knew I looked hot.” She wanted to touch herself so badly.

Crack!

“I haven't been picking up my room.”

Crack!

“I've been pretending to not hear my mother
because she's such a twit.”

Crack! Brie slid her fingers between her
folds and let out a yelp. Her fingers felt like heaven. But before
she could savor her touch, Brad grabbed her from behind and pulled
her to him. “Are you okay?!”

“What? Yeah, sure...” said Brie, tossed
rudely out of the way of her oncoming pleasure train.

“You cried out,” said Brad. “I thought you
were hurt.”

“No, no, no...” Brie said, looking into
Brad's bright blue eyes, eyes that were sucking her in like a
tractor beam. “I was touching myself, if you must know.”

“Oh... I'm sorry.”

“You're silly but sweet,” said Brie pushing
her mouth to his, full on the lips. She had made-out with boys
before, but none of them were like Brad Merle.

“Come inside,” said Brad between kisses.

“I—okay....” said Brie, never wanting nothing
so much in her entire nineteen years. She gazed over Brad's
shoulder and read 7:05 on the dashboard. “Shit! I'm late!” she
said.

Brie threw on her shorts and tank top,
clutching her swimsuit in her hand, opening the car door and
running to the pick-up’s open cargo bay. Her lawnmower was still on
the driveway right below the gate. Brie bent down to heave the
mower into the pick-up when Brad intercepted her, tossing the
fifty-pound mower into the truck bed like an empty bottle of Drano.
Brie paused for a second, taking in what she just saw. Brie was
proud of the strength she had gained from four years of competitive
swimming, but
that, right there?
That was different. That
was strength. She thought about how Brad could easily overpower
her, about how he could do anything he wanted to do her and how
she'd have to comply. She felt moist and her breathing was hard.
She wanted to be taken right now, taken and subjugated— conquered!
To be made his slave! But mom and dad needed the truck.

“Tomorrow at ten, all right?” said Brad.

“Yes! Brie said jumping into the cab, kissing
him through the open window. She put the truck in gear and sped out
of the driveway.

Brie raced through the streets of Trestle,
driving with one hand while touching herself with the other. Her
shorts were unzipped and lack of underwear made her pussy easily
accessible. It was hard to concentrate while rubbing and driving.
Oh, there's Mrs. Anderson...
as a grey Ford passed her, Brie
waved to Mrs. Anderson with her free hand.

Suddenly an exquisite charge surged through
Brie . Her mouth opened and a loud moan filled the cab.
“Ughhhhhhhh!”
Christ, there's Bob Lawson!
A Honda Accord
pulled up right next to her at the light. Didn't matter, that
wasn't going to stop Brie from coming. She waved and the light
changed to green and, faster than a drag racer, she slammed her
foot to the pedal and pulled away, accelerating forward, her orgasm
charging through her.

Brie’s breathing was hard, yet relaxed and
fulfilled. She wanted Brad Merle, and God, the universe and her
body wanted Brie to have Brad Merle.

Brie turned the corner and could see her mom
and dad in the front of her house waiting for her.