The Sweetest Summer
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“Goodnight, Abby,” I said, turning to leave.
“Wait!” she said, her voice urgent.
“What?” I asked, turning back to her.
“I can’t sleep fully dressed, silly.” She smiled as she stretched her arms upward, indicating that she wanted me to take off her shirt. “And I’ve had too much wine to undress myself. Be a good friend and help me.”
“I don’t think that’s right,” I said, wanting nothing more than to do exactly as she asked. What I wouldn’t do to touch those soft, round breasts, to lick those straining nipples...
“It’s okay,” Abby insisted, holding her hands toward me. “I trust that you won’t do anything I don’t want. But I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Nora – I want it all as far as you’re concerned.”
Fuck. That wasn’t a death sentence or anything.
I leaned down, grabbing her shirt by the bottom and lifting it upward. It slipped up her body, showing her creamy curves, exposing her belly and bra, and then getting caught on her head as she wiggled. It came off of her and she fell back.
“Now, my shorts,” she said, lifting her legs.
I sat down on the bed beside her. My hands went to her waistband, unsnapping her shorts. I unzipped them, her panties showing as I did. I pulled them down her legs, watching the thin material of her delicates framing the triangle of her pussy. A wet spot showed in the center and I wanted to pull it to the side and taste her so badly. To just lean forward and thrust my tongue into her sweet honey.
Her legs fell open as I pulled the shorts free and dropped them on the floor.
“Okay,” I said, turning away and standing with reluctance. She wasn’t making this easy, but I wouldn’t go any further without her being completely sober. When I made her mine, she’d be perfectly cognizant of that fact. For now, I said, “Sleep well,” and moved to leave one more time.
“I don’t wear anything to bed,” she said, a pout making her lower lip jut out pertly. “I still need more help.”
Her hands pulled at her bra and then ran down her belly to tug her panties down an inch. I saw the soft curls of her pubic hair appear and a growl escaped my throat.
“Help me take these off, Nora,” she said, her eyes closed and cheeks flushed. Yes, definitely tipsy, if not drunk. “It’s the least you can do after giving me so much wine.”
Sitting back on the bed, I slid my hands behind her to find the release for her bra. She sat up and her head fell against my neck again. She kissed my throat as I released the clasp. Her breasts pulled the straps from my hands. Moving my hand between her breasts, it brushed against her bare, pink nipple, which hardened at my touch. I could see the areola pucker as I pulled the material away.
“Now, my panties, Nora,” Abby murmured into my neck. “Take it all off. It’s okay, I want this.”
My mind raced. I knew she meant she wanted to sleep so she was comfortable, but I wanted her to mean so much more. I couldn’t help but look at her delicious body as she fell back again and raised her hips so I could remove the last piece of clothing. My hands shook as I reached for her waistband.
Hooking my thumbs into the sides of her panties, I slowly pulled them down. She dropped her ass to the bed as the material slid down her body and she lifted her legs.
“Bottoms up!” Abby giggled, as I watched the material caught in her sweet crevice come loose.
As I peeled them down her legs, I felt my pussy throbbing in response. I wanted to tear my own clothes off and straddle her face right there. But I couldn’t. This was my best friend’s sister, and she’d had too much to drink and didn’t know what she was doing to me.
Her legs fell open and her hands slid across her breasts, squeezing them as they did. I looked at her body, fully exposed to me. Closing my eyes, I muttered something about having to get up early in the morning. Then I grabbed the covers and pulled them over her. Even with lust consuming my every thought, I could still do the right thing.
I pushed away from the bed and headed for the door. I needed to get out of there before I lost control.
“Nora?” I heard her say sleepily as I flipped off the light switch. “Could I have a goodnight kiss? Just one kiss to help me sleep?”
“Okay, Abby,” I said, my feet moving without me willing them to. Back to the bed to lean over her. “Just a goodnight kiss and then I have to go.”
I could see her silhouette in the light from the window as she sat up, the sheets falling from her breasts. I leaned down, intending to give her a quick peck on the forehead and then head for my own room.
Her arm snaked around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers, and our lips met. My head exploded as everything I’d wanted for so many years overwhelmed me. My tongue pushed against her lips, which opened so easily and willingly that it surprised me. I thrust into her mouth and met her tongue, felt the way it swirled around my own. My breath caught as the merlot-flavored taste of her overwhelmed me. We kissed deeply, intimately for more time than I ever meant to pass.
I tried to pull away from her.
“Goodnight, Abby,” I breathed into her mouth and reached up to take her arm off my neck. “I can’t wait to see you in the morning.”
Not waiting for her to respond, I pulled away and broke our embrace. I moved out of the room, closing the door behind me. Catching my breath as I leaned against the door, I waited until my head stopped swimming.
In another moment, I’d pushed away from her room, rushed to my own room, and my empty bed. Slamming the door behind me, I stripped quickly and lay down on the king-sized mattress. My aching pussy demanded attention, and as I slid my fingers through my folds, thoughts of Abby were in my head while I stroked myself to an orgasm that wasn’t nearly satisfying enough.
Chapter 7
The smell of coffee reached me as I rose from the depths of sleep. Eggs and bacon followed, delicious scents that made me think of home. I smiled and stretched, remembering last night.
Realization hit me as coherent thoughts filtered through the sleepy haze.
Oh my god, last night! What the hell had I done? Memories of what happened rushed back to me. Like a desperate slut, I’d thrown myself at Nora. And she was a lady and said no, without ever being cruel or mean. But I still made an ass of myself, even worse than that secretary of hers had the other day.
Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Lifting the sheets to see, I confirmed I was naked. Shit. I was definitely remembering everything a little too clearly. I’d insisted that Nora strip me. And I remembered the goodnight kiss I’d demanded after that.
Oh boy, did I remember it. My pussy clenched and moistened at the memory of that kiss. But I’d forced her to do it, whined and pouted for it. Nora never gave any indication that she wanted to share anything more than her passion for wine with me, and I went and forced my attention on her. Just like that Michelle bitch who worked in her office.
This was mortifying. How could I face Nora this morning? She must be thinking that some lovesick girl made a fool of herself after years of not even hearing from her. And now she wanted to do learn about business and get some insider knowledge, but instead got drunk and insisted she get her naked?
How could I face her?
Well, there was nothing to do but go downstairs and pretend to be confident when I felt anything but. Besides, maybe it was just the hired help down there, and Nora would already be in the office. No way to know without leaving the room. I certainly couldn’t stay here forever.
I slunk out of bed and took a shower, and then got dressed. I chose a floral summer dress since I could already feel the heat on the window panes. I didn’t normally put on makeup, but today I made an exception. It wasn’t much, just some lip gloss and mascara, but it was more than normal. I knew I couldn’t compete with the whore she had doing her office work – whatever that might be – but this was me. If Nora or anyone else didn’t like it, then they could go fuck themselves. I wasn’t here to be what they wanted. I was here to find my future.
When I entered the dining room, my heart sank. Nora looked up from her breakfast. Her smile broke the gray clouds around me and shone through, making my spirits lift without me wanting them to. She seemed genuinely pleased to see me. Maybe last night wasn’t as bad as I thought.
“Good morning, Abby,” Nora said, standing as I entered the room. What a true lady. No one ever stood when I came into a room.
The table had grapefruit, oranges, coffee, and juice. A woman was entering carrying a tray of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. It was more than I could ever eat, but was arranged for me to take my pick. It was like a personal breakfast buffet, just for me.
“Good morning,” I said cautiously, not sure how to take the whole scene.
The older woman set down the tray and smiled at me with a knowing look. I sat down and Nora took her seat after I did. Once again, she looked criminally gorgeous in a sleek, sleeveless top with a v-neck. It molded to her body like a second skin, while her white slacks looked cool and comfortable.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked.” She gestured at the assortment of food. “So I had extra prepared. If you want something that you don’t see, just ask and Anna can make it for you.”
“Thank you,” I said, unsure what else to say. This was... too much. I knew Nora was rich, but I didn’t deserve this, especially after behaving like an obnoxious idiot. Heat flared in my cheeks and I knew I’d probably gone red from my face to my chest. I lowered my gaze and focused on pouring a cup of coffee from the carafe on the table.
“After breakfast,” Nora said as I served myself, “I thought I’d give you a tour through the vineyard, and then show you the office and the whole setup. Since you’re the one fresh out of school with a business degree, maybe you can give me some feedback.”
“You want my opinion?” I was surprised. She seemed to have things well in hand, and I wasn’t sure what more I could offer. Besides, I’d come to learn from her, not the other way around.
Nora nodded, forking some bacon onto her plate. “I value your opinion.”
“But I don’t know anything about what you do here.”
“And that is why it’s important that I hear what you have to say,” Nora told me. “I know from experience when I showed up here that an outside opinion can show me things that I miss because I’m in the middle of it all. Your eyes are fresh and you’ll see things that I don’t even think of.”
“Okay,” I said, my voice quavering. I folded my hands in my lap in an attempt to keep from trembling. “But, about last night...”
“Last night was wonderful.” Nora’s voice was full of infectious excitement. “You tried a few of my favorite wines and your input was invaluable. I can’t wait to hear more of your thoughts.”
“But you have experienced people right here,” I said, spooning eggs next to the pancakes on my plate. “People who know what you do.”
“I know that, Abby, but don’t you see what I mean?” She leaned toward me and I lifted my gaze to hers. My breath hitched as Nora continued. “You have an outsider’s view. What you offer is an opinion that hasn’t been tainted by an insider’s experience. I want to know what you think. Because you are the voice of everyone else who has never seen the inside of a winery. Will you do that for me? Will you be honest and blunt, and ask any questions, even if you think they’re stupid ones?”
I finally let out a low laugh. “If there’s anything I can do, it’s offer a view of someone who knows nothing about your business.”
“Good.” Her smile made my knees go weak. “Then it’s settled. You’ll help me by just being you.”
****
We drove to the far end of the vineyard in a fancy little golf cart and walked back to the center. But as we drove, our thighs pressed together in that small space, I could feel my pussy moisten with the heat. When Nora talked, she would touch my forearm, just the lightest brush of her fingers to get my attention, and I leaned into her as we laughed. Everything about the tour was delightful.
The air felt heavier and warmer than last night, and my light dress was enough for me, though I wished I’d brought a light sweater. When Nora saw me shiver and rub my shoulders, she stopped the cart and produced a light wrap from a little storage compartment, laughing at me underestimating the weather in the valley. It was cooler than other places because of the natural shelter of the surrounding countryside, she explained.
When we began walking, the sun beat down on us and I didn’t need the wrap, but I kept it around my upper arms anyway. It smelled like Nora and I enjoyed breathing in her scent of fresh, crisp body wash and earth. There was nothing more wonderful than that moment, being surrounded by her and everything she’d worked so hard to build.
She showed me the grape vines, how they were tied, and how to tell they were ready to be picked. I learned a lot in just a few hours. The best part was how excited she was to share everything with me. I could tell everyone else thought of this as a job, but Nora loved it more than anyone she employed.
We ended the tour at the office, where she held the door open for me, and then linked arms with me as we walked through the warehouse where they fermented and bottled the wines. As we entered the air conditioned offices, I realized how much more there was to this than just selling the perfect merlot or cabernet sauvignon. It was a deeper connection to the land, the grapes, and the people who loved wine. Nora made it all look so easy, from talking to the field workers to joking with the office employees.
Michelle came around the corner, clipboard in hand, and her eyes narrowed as she saw me. She was like a stalking cat who saw a strange feline in her territory. I could almost imagine her hackles rising on her neck as she came toward me. Her hips swayed a bit more and her smile widened when she spoke to Nora.
“Nora,” Michelle said, ignoring me, “I am so glad you stopped in today. The office isn’t the same when you’re dealing with others who don’t belong in here.”
“Michelle.” Nora’s voice had lost that teasing edge she’d had with me all day, instead growing cold and distant. “What do you need this time?”
“I just need a few minutes with you,” she purred. “Perhaps you could send your little friend off to play on her own, so we can talk about some business?”
“Abby can join us.” Nora tightened her grip on my arm. “We’ve just finished touring the fields and warehouse, so I’d like her to see this side of the business too.”
“Of course, but everything we do in the office is so high level, she might not be able to keep up. Perhaps she would be less bored if she got some coffee in the break room. I think there’s some cookies and milk in there, too, which might be more age appropriate.” There was no mistaking the disdain in Michelle’s tone and I felt Nora tense up next to me. “She looks so worn out and probably has no interest in the details anyway.”
“Not at all,” I said, pulling my shoulders back and staring her in the eyes. Two could play this game, bitch. “I would love to learn more about the business side of things. After all, that’s what I just got my degree in.”
“Are you sure?” Nora looked down at me, her brow furrowing. “I’d love it, but you don’t have to tag along for everything. I’ve already dragged you all over the property.”
Yes, she had, and I wouldn’t mind if she dragged me around like a cavewoman who’d found a mate. But I bit back those words, squeezed her arm, and smiled at her. “How am I going to learn about everything you do if I just sit and sip coffee? I realize it might be tiring for Michelle at her age, but don’t forget I’m a new college graduate. I’ve got more than enough energy to do this all day and all night long.”
Zing.
The look on Michelle’s overly-made-up face was priceless as
fuck. Even now, I could see all that heavy eyeliner and mascara, and her severe hairdo did little to disguise her age. She fumed silently, lips compressed and glare pinned on me.
“Good,” Nora said, a smirk appearing and then quickly disappearing from her lips, “then it’s settled. Abby will be joining us.”
The three of us went to Nora’s office, and she pulled a chair around to her side of the desk for me, leaving Michelle standing on the other side. The room was immaculate, from the desk blotter and laptop on it, to the cozy, dark wood décor.
“Now Michelle,” Nora said as she sat down next to me, “what was so important that you had to interrupt me while I was escorting my guest around the property?”
That cold tone of hers gave me shivers and I was grateful for the wrap. It hid the goose bumps that prickled up along my arms, while still making me feel feminine and confident. I tossed my hair and smiled up at Michelle, waiting for her to answer Nora’s question.
“I think you need to consider the offer that the advertising agency made,” Michelle said through clenched teeth. Apparently, my little insult still smarted. “They can really help us reach new markets that have been out of reach before this.”
“I’ll consider it, but I want a second opinion.” Nora tipped her head toward me. “Give the offer to Abby. She’ll look it over and give me her thoughts. If she thinks this is a good idea, then we’ll move forward on it.”
“What? Her?” Michelle’s eyes went wide and she clutched her clipboard to her ample breasts. “I don’t know if she’s qualified to make these kind of decisions.”
“She might be right,” I said, and both of them looked at me with wide eyes, their surprise obvious. “I mean, I am just out of college with no experience in this sort of thing. I’m here to learn.”