Summer?s Love

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Disclaimer: This story contains explicit scenes depicting sexual acts and is intended for mature audiences. All characters are fictional and do not represent any persons living or dead, and are at least 18 years of age.
It was a week after my birthday, and I was more excited for today than I was for my birthday party. Today I was finally going to be able to spend some time with my girlfriend, Summer. She had been away for almost a month. Her mom traveled internationally for work, and it was not unusual for Summer to accompany her, sometimes for long periods. We had known each other for a long time. She lived just a few houses down from me and was a year older than me, but she didn't have many friends. She had been homeschooled by a private teacher. Summer and her mom had agreed to let her take a year off before starting college. To make up for some of the teenage life, she had missed out on being homeschooled and traveling so much. This fall, Summer would be attending a fantastic college in Sweden devoted to women who wish to seek careers in science. She had already shown an incredible aptitude in the field of microbiology. This has been a bitter thought in my mind for some time now. I knew soon she would be gone for several years working on her doctorate with little chance of visiting.
Besides being brilliant, she was drop-dead gorgeous, way out of my league. She could have easily had her pick of any guy she wanted, even though she could have been mistaken for a model. She never seemed to understand how stunning she was, despite my efforts to constantly remind her.
I, however, was very aware of how lucky I was and always told her this. It wasn't just her looks that kept me captivated. She was also sweet with a great sense of humor and intimidatingly intelligent. She could finish a novel in the time it would take me to read a comic book. When I would playfully remind her of how incredible she was and ask why she was slumming it with a guy like me, she would say.
"Like you say, I can be with anyone I want, and I am. But don't you ever forget it. I see you gawking at other girls." She would playfully punch my arm, and I would have to pretend like it didn't hurt.
She was 5'3" with amazing legs that seemed to be too long for how tall she was. She had long brown hair that, more often than not, hung perfectly in a ponytail with two strands left loose that would frame her perfect face. Her skin was a beautiful olive tan that she kept year-round from constantly being outside. She had the cutest little freckles under her eyes and on her nose. Her eyes were the most devastating shade of green, and I could get lost in them for hours. Any time Summer caught me getting lost in her beauty, she would call me out on it. I can still hear her say. "Ew! What are you staring at, freak?"
Then she would giggle and give me that deadly smile, that smile with her beautiful white teeth behind those kissable ruby lips. I would melt into an incoherent puddle of a person. She knew her power over me and would not hesitate to use it for evil to get her way. She loved to wear these little spaghetti-strap tank tops. Any time she would reach for anything, they would rise to expose her tight little mid-drift and pierced belly button. When she would bend over, the neckline would fall to give me a perfect view of her cleavage. Her tits were not huge, but just like everything else about her, they were perfect. Plenty big enough to give me a handful on the occasion she would allow me to cop a feel when we were making out. They were firm and wouldn't move an inch when she removed her bra. She probably would have never worn them if she could have gotten away with it. But her mother would never allow such a thing. Below her shirt, she would wear tiny little shorts that showed off her legs, and you could almost get a glimpse of her heart-shaped butt cheeks. Her ass was far from flat, and I loved nothing more than to sneak a slap to it whenever possible. She would always squeal and then giggle and slap my shoulder. I was madly in love with everything about her.
I woke up that morning and rushed around the house like a madman getting ready. Summer got home the night before, but I couldn't see her. She had promised that I could come over first thing in the morning. That her mom would be gone by 9 am, and we could have the house to ourselves. I finished my shower, sprayed on some of Summer's favorite cologne, and sprinted down the stairs toward the front door. Suddenly a voice called out.
"And where do you think you're going in such a rush." It was my mom who knew where I was going. I had been talking nonstop about it the night before.
"Mom," I huffed, "I am going to Summer's. We are going to spend the day together."
"Not before you eat breakfast,"
"Seriously, Mom, I need to go!"
"There is nothing so important you two will be doing that you can't spare 5 minutes to eat breakfast. I thought about putting up more of a fight. I wanted out of there; Summer was the gaziantep escort (http://gaziantepgazetesi.com/) only thing on my mind. Ultimately, I figured I should eat something and keep up my energy for what was sure to be an epic make-out session. Besides, I could tell by the look Mom gave me arguments would only delay me further.
"Fine," I said, defeated.
"Would you like me to make something for you?" I don't know why she bothered asking; she already knew the answer.
"No thanks, I will just have some cereal." I grabbed a bowl, poured some cereal, smothered it in milk, and wolfed it down. I stood up, put my bowl in the sink, and headed for the door.
"Ahem," I heard from behind me. "Is that where this belongs?" Mom was pointing to the bowl in the sink.
"You are killing me, mom!"
She glared at me. "I have all day mister."
"Fine!" I spun on my heels, grabbed the bowl, rinsed it, and put it in the dishwasher. "Can I go now?" My eyes were pleading.
"I guess I am supposed to clean up the milk you spilled on the counter?" She used that classic mom tone. I reached for a paper towel. Mom smiled and rolled her eyes. "Just go, I got it" her voice was soft, possibly remembering what it was like to be young and in love.
"Thanks, mom!" I turned for the door.
"One more thing." Her voice rang in my ears. I turned back towards her, exasperated.
"What now, mom?" Even I realized how whiny I sounded.
"I put your chapstick on the table by the door next to your keys. You left it in your pocket, and I almost washed it, but I figured you may need it for today," she gave me a wink.
I turned beet red, and she giggled at the fact she had made me so uncomfortable. I grabbed my keys and started out the door but darted back in and grabbed my chapstick. I heard my mother mutter. "I thought so," and chuckled to herself.
I arrived at Summer's house and knocked on the door. Even though I had been there a hundred times before and texted her to let her know I was on the way. I never felt comfortable just walking in.
Summer answered the door, and I immediately rushed her and pulled her to me. I almost knocked her over when I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply. She was initially tense but relaxed for a moment as our lips met. But then I felt her tighten back up and pull away from me. "What's wrong?" I held a puzzled expression on my face. Summer gave me a disappointed look.
"My Mom is still here," she sighed.
"What! You said she would be gone by now." Summer let out an ssshhhhh! And put her finger on my lips. She looked over her shoulder to see if her mom had heard my outburst. After pausing for a moment, she must have assumed the coast was clear and turned back to me.
"Her morning meeting was canceled, and she is sleeping in to make up for flying in so late. She is going to the office later."
I interrupted her; her finger muffled my voice. "Okay, well, we can just go for a walk or something until she leaves." Summer's eyes were big, and her lips pouty as she looked at me. Her expression was that of a puppy that made a mess on the floor and knew it was in trouble.
"But..., I have to go with her for a bit because we have to discuss some fall plans." My head sank at the mention of the word fall, thinking about how she would leave me soon. Summer took her finger from my lips and placed it under my chin, lifting it slightly.
"Chin up, tiger." I loved when she called me tiger, and she knew that. She was using her powers for evil again. "We can still spend some time together, and I can give you your birthday gift, but part of it will have to wait till later."
"But, but, but, I thought we were going to spend the whole day together."
Summer smiled and put her hand on my cheek. "Awe, you are so cute when you pout." My face dropped to a glare, and she gave me a big goofy grin.
I groaned. "You are such a smart ass. You will pay for that." I started tickling her, and of course, in the ensuing struggle, I seized the opportunity to grab ahold of one of her tits. She slapped my hand away, and I pulled back.
Summer stuck her finger in my face. "Hey, hands!" She snapped.
I gave her my own goofy grin. "Yes, I know they are big and manly, right? You know what they say about guys with big hands."
Summer glared at me. "I have seen it. Clearly, you are the exception, and stop unless you want my mom to hear and send you home for waking her up." She knew she had me.
"Fine, I will stop, but I will make you pay for it later," I stuck my tongue out at her.
She rolled her eyes, an expression I was pretty used to. "Promises, promises, now come here. I want to give you my gift." I closed my eyes and made a kissy face. Summer sighed and walked away. In a low tone, I heard her grumble. "Yeah, that's not your gift."
I thought about how I could not seem to catch a break today. But that thought was cut short as I watched her walk away. She was still wearing her pajamas, a pair of tiny pale pink shorts that barely covered her curvy ass cheeks, and a matching silk top. The top was about the same cut as the rest of the tank tops she wore regularly. The ensemble left little to the imagination, and my one-track brain was happy to fill in the gaps. I watched as she walked away, and her alluring backside hypnotized me.
She called out without looking back. "Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there staring at my ass?" She knew me too well.
I chuckled and muttered, "Oh, Id like to be cumming right now."
Summer grumbled, "What was that?" Damn, I forgot she has freakish hearing.
"I said I am coming."
Summer let out an "Uh-huh" from the other room. She was sitting on the couch when I entered the living room and patted the seat next to her. "Come sit with me." I plopped on the couch next to her.
"I thought you were going to give me my gift?" I tried to give her my best smolder face.
Summer flashed a mischievous smile. "You know you never were very good at being patient." She stood and started walking over to the corner of the room. When she bent over, my eyes went straight to that cute little ass of hers. I could tell she wore no panties because no line was visible. All I could think about was how the only thing covering her sweet pussy was a thin layer of silk. I was so fixated thinking about pulling off those shorts and sticking my face between her legs. I didn't notice Summer turn around and look at me, staring at her ass like it had just performed a magic trick.
"Ahem" I looked over to see Summer glaring at me. "Get a good look?"
I started to stammer. "I, I um, I mean, yes?" She raised an eyebrow, and I knew that was the wrong answer. "You did that on purpose; you knew I would look!" I quipped.
Summer giggled and rolled her eyes again. She picked up a small wrapped package, walked over to me, and sat on my lap. Her eyes met mine with what could best be described as pity. She didn't even need to say a word. I knew that she could feel my hard-on through my shorts. I cursed myself for opting to wear basketball shorts that day. She must have seen through the embarrassment on my face because she just smiled and wiggled her ass a bit. She leaned over and gave me a reassuring kiss. It never mattered how long or short every kiss with her was pure nirvana. My cock throbbed in my pants when her lips separated, and her tongue slipped into my mouth.
She pushed away with a hand on my chest, her eyes still closed. "Okay, slow down, tiger. If my mom comes in here and sees that thing poking up, she is liable to kill us both."
I gave her a crooked smile. "You are just afraid she will see it and try to steal me from you." As soon as the words left my lips, I knew I fucked up.
Summer punched my shoulder and gave me a look of resentment. "Ew, you are so gross; that is my mom. If you are so into her, why don't you just go crawl into bed with her".
I had made the mistake, one time, of saying that her mom was pretty, and it was clear that Summer got her looks from her. Summer never let me live it down and always mentioned how I wanted her mom so badly.
I looked deep into her eyes, silently pleading for her forgiveness before deciding to break the silence. "I am sorry I was just kidding."
She half smiled at me, warning me to think before I spoke. "Now would be a good time to shut up and open your gift."
I looked down at the little box as she handed it to me. Her fingernails were painted in a crimson red that complimented the natural shade of her lips and matched her toenails. I looked up at her. I remember thinking I don't need a gift from you. All I want is to taste your lips on mine and feel your breath as our tongues dance in each other's mouths.
Summer furrowed her brow looking directly into my eyes. "Go on, open it; I can't wait for you to see what it is." She bounced on my lap in excitement as she spoke, but her voice was soft and sweet. I took the package from her hand. The wrapping on it was beautiful. She was a perfectionist; she never rushed to do anything. Everything was always well thought out and executed to her exact standards. I don't know what she saw in me for the life of me. I was the exact opposite. Quick to action with a short fuse and prone to making mistakes. I only ever saw my error after it was too late. I looked up to see her staring at me intently. I knew she would explode if I didn't open it soon.
I tore open the paper like a child on Christmas morning. Little bits of the shiny paper fell to the floor as I shredded it. My jaw dropped, looking down at the box. It was a brand new phone, not a cheap one either. This thing was unlike anything I had ever seen before. The writing on the box was in Japanese, so I have no idea what it said. I looked up at her.
"Summer, this is way too much. You shouldn't have spent that much on me!"
She squealed with delight. "You love it, don't you!" She bubbled, her eyes twinkling. Before I could say another word, she went on. "Don't you worry about the price. I got an amazing deal when I was in Japan with mom. I made friends with a girl who hacks these things. It is completely unlocked. You can do anything with it. These phones have not been released in the states yet and may never be. My friend set it up, so the operating system is in English but don't count on tech support for it anytime soon." I looked at her with sheer amazement.
"That is crazy, so I may be the only one around with one of these?" I gushed.
Summer's face lit up. "That's the best part. I have one too! And the cameras are insane, so we can video call, and you will be able to see everything crystal clear." She winked at me, and I knew exactly what she meant. The thought of her being naughty on it sent shivers down my spine, and my cock twitched under my shorts.
Summer's voice dropped to a sultry tone. "Turn it on; there is another surprise in there for you." I squinted and looked at her. There is no way it was what I thought it was. I quickly pressed the on button it loaded almost instantly. My head felt dizzy as I thought. Play it cool, boy; you don't want to make assumptions and get disappointed or make her think you are expecting something more than you deserve.
"Okay, Summer, what is this surprise?"
"Go to the photo gallery." Oh, my god, it can't be. She was still speaking in that same sultry voice. It made my heart pound so hard that I was sure she could feel it. I clicked on the photo gallery icon and almost dropped the phone. I bobbled it a few times before regaining my mental and physical grip.
It was! The phone was loaded with dirty pictures of her. Pictures of her soaking wet in the shower, her perfect tits in clear view! Some of her in a hotel room bed. Her fingers rested on her slit, with her index and ring finger separating the lips of her pussy. Her middle finger pressed down on her clit. She had a look of pure pleasure on her face. I could feel all the blood rush from my head to my throbbing member as I stared at her well-manicured bush.
Even though we had been dating for well over a year and had known each other our whole lives, I never saw this side of Summer before. Don't get me wrong. I had seen her tits and pussy before but only in various stages of undress during the rare heavy petting session. We hadn't actually had sex; I didn't want to pressure her. I had told her a few weeks before she had left how much I wanted my first time to be with her. I also told her I was not in a rush and could wait until she was ready. That was mostly true. I wanted her to be comfortable. But to say I didn't think about sliding my cock in that sweet little pussy all the time would have been an outright lie. Sometimes when she was away, she would send me a few teasing pictures, but she was always mostly covered up. It didn't stop me from beating my dick to them every time I was lucky enough to get one.
I gulped and swallowed a knot in my throat when I saw a thumbnail of a video at the very bottom of the pictures. My hand shook as I stuck out my index finger and clicked on the video file. Soft music started playing as I watched my girlfriend slowly undressing and tease me in a video made for my eyes only. She slowly peeled off her top; her shapely tits bounced slightly as they were freed. Then she bent over in front of the camera, slowly lowering her tiny shorts revealing her luscious ass and yummy pussy. She reached back and ran her fingertips up her legs across her ass cheeks, leaving red claw marks behind where her nails dug into her skin. How I wished those were my hands exploring her sexy curves. She stood up and turned back to the camera with a devilish wink that shot through me and rocked my core. She laid on the bed and ran her fingers all over her body, stopping at her perky tits to pinch her nipples. I couldn't help it; my mouth dropped open as I watched. Her left hand still pinched her nipple, pulling her tit and stretching the skin. Her right hand started slowly down her belly inching closer and closer to the paradise between her legs. Something I had only been lucky enough to do a few times before. I watched, eyes wide as her fingers slid deep into her pussy and across her clit. I could hear how wet she was as she started rubbing it in a clockwise motion. The sexiest moans I had ever heard escaped her pouty lips. My heart almost stopped as I heard her call out my name and moaned the words I will never forget.
"Yes, oh god! It feels so good; please fuck me."
My cock was the hardest it had ever been as I shut off the phone and sat it next to me on the couch. I grabbed Summer, and she let out a squeal of joy. I positioned her on top of me, her legs straddling mine. The feeling of lust overwhelmed us as we drifted into a wave of pleasure. I could feel her pussy grinding against my cock. Her hips swayed back in forth in a fucking motion. It was almost enough to make me blow my load right then and there. I was so lost in the moment that I didn't notice the sound of a door swinging open. Summer leapt from my lap and slammed into the couch next to me.