The End of Summer

by Alex M. Smith

  Her hand was close to my crotch, close to my full-grown hardness trapped in my pants. An electric shock traveled all over my skin. Her lips a few inches away from mine, I claimed the distance between us, and our lips interlocked with the hunger of a long-anticipated dessert. Our tongues danced around each other in a mating dance of lust. Chocolate, champagne, and strawberry mixed together with my desire. My hands were all over her bare back, in her hair, and her evocative neck. My mouth left hers and moved down to her neck. Her soft moans grew louder, enticing me to keep going. She uncrossed her legs, and her hands traced lines on my back. My hand migrated towards her exposed leg, caressing her thighs. She spread her legs apart, allowing my hand to slip between them.

  A deep moan escaped her as my hand reached the moist lips of her wet pussy, and her fingernails dug through my shirt into my skin. To my surprise and delight, there was nothing standing between me and her hot pussy. Her legs opened further, accommodating my finger that was running between her smoothly waxed lips. She threw her head back as soon as my finger found her throbbing clit, tracing circles around it with my thumb. Two of my fingers slipped into her well lubricated vagina. She moaned loudly and found my lower lip, biting it and breathing hard. I continued my moves between her legs as my other hand unzipped her dress, loosening her bodice that fell down revealing her delicious, round breasts adorned with two hard nipples.

  Maintaining my rhythm between her legs, I kissed my way down to her breasts, kissing them as her moans grew fiercer. Her ass rocked, matching my fingers, thrusting them into her burning pussy. As soon as I took her nipple between my lips, Becca’s moans grew louder, her pussy tightened against my fingers and she was totally engulfed by an earth-shattering orgasm. My lips released her nipple, and I moved up, my eyes watching her wrapped with pleasure, her legs closing and locking my fingers inside her as her juices gushed out and drenched them. She held me firmly, her breasts crushing in my chest and her arms wrapped around me.

  A few moments passed before her breathing normalized and her grip eased. I released my hand from between her legs, looking into her eyes I stood up and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. She felt so light and exhausted, with a sweet smile on her face. As soon as her heels touched the floor, her dress fell down. I stood there watching her stepping out of it, all naked except for her silver sandals and diamond earrings.

  She took a couple of steps back and sat on the edge of the bed leaning back on her hands. After giving me sultry looks, lingering on the now full-grown bulge in my pants, she ordered me to strip. I complied starting with my shoes. My shirt was next, as I unbuttoned it slowly as she ordered. She moistened her lips as I removed my shirt completely. I slowly lowered my trousers and let them fall to the floor. Becca’s eyes were burning through the fabric, as she was eager to know what was waiting for her underneath them.

  I stood there with my shorts as the final frontier, my hardness perfectly outlined beneath them. She seductively motioned for me to come closer. I took a few steps forward, and she sat up straight on the bed. Her face was a few inches from my crotch. She looked into my eyes as she put one hand on my side and the index finger of the other hand over my shaft. I was looking down on her beautifully shaped, pink tipped, naked breasts. Her eyes still fixed on mine; she started moving her finger up and down my shaft, scorching my throbbing cock through the fabric.

  She moved her finger and placed it between the elastic on my shorts and my skin. She moved it to the side and mirrored that motion with her other hand. The anticipation build up caused some drops of pre-cum to spill, lubricating the tip of my cock. While still looking into my eyes, she slid my shorts down to my knees with one fast move. My hard cock sprung out, liberated at last. She let out a sigh as she looked at my desire for her face to face.

  She lied back on her elbows and uncrossed her legs. She placed her heels on the edge of the bed and started opening and closing her legs slowly. Her seduction was killing me. Her perfectly shaped pussy was glistening with desire, ready for my hardness to fill it. I went closer and leaned forward over her, my lips touching her belly. She shuddered and opened her mouth a little. My lips kissed their way up towards her breasts, finding one hard nipple, and I licked its tip. She moaned and lifted her ass a few inches off the bed. My hard cock brushed against the wet lips of her pussy. She moaned more as I started moving between her legs, rubbing the shaft of my hard cock between them, her throbbing clit sending signals to all her limbs.

  I shifted my body and placed my hungry cock at the center of her sweet opening. With our eyes meeting, I pushed my cock completely inside her. She moaned and her head fell back. I kept it inside her for a moment, retreated completely, and again pushed inside her, with more force this time. She pushed up to meet me, and my cock reached deeper inside her. I started moving in and out with a steady increase of speed and she moved her hips in circles. Her fingernails dug into my back as her moans grew louder and her breathing shallower.

  I held her tightly in my arms as I penetrated her deeply and with increased speed. My lips found hers and devoured them as my climax approached. Our bodies were drenched in hot sweat as she climaxed and bucked, wrapping her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my butt cheeks. Her massive, rolling orgasm kept going on and on until I surrender with a thundering moan to my own orgasm. She arched her back, and her fingernails dug deep into my back causing a delicious pain, screaming out my name many times over. My body was shaking as my cock experienced multiple contractions from her pussy, echoed by its own contractions and spasms as I released my seed into her.

  I collapsed into her. I stayed inside her, dazed and short of breath. For five minutes, neither of us spoke. I turned over and rested on my back beside her, and then at the same time, both of us started laughing as if we just heard a funny joke. What was between us was more than lust and desire. It was more than two bodies hot for each other. It was like when you mate the perfect words with the perfect music. It sounded cheesy in my head when I thought of it, but it was so true.

  I turned on my side and looked upon the naked body next to mine. Could she be more perfect? She settled on her stomach and turned her head towards me, looking into my eye, and smiling a magical smile. She rose up and left the room. After a couple of minutes, she came back with the bottle of champagne and the two glasses. She filled them, gave me one, and sat next to me. I kissed her side, and she giggled and shrugged. I then kissed her butt cheek, and she giggled again and shifted a little and leaned back.

  “So how do you know Edith?” I asked.

  She threw her head back, laughed, and looked at me. Then I asked again, “Seriously, you seemed very well acquainted.”

  “You introduced us,” she said.

  “No I didn’t. You knew each other from before,” I retorted.

  “I’m not talking about tonight. You introduced us almost twenty years ago.” She said.

  Surprised, I asked her, “Where? How?”

  “Twenty years ago, I was a student at NYU. I was at the beginning of my junior year,” she said. “I was in a restaurant, and beside me was a little baby in a highchair.”

  I raised my eyebrow, and she continued. “The baby’s mom must have gone to the ladies room, and the baby started crying, so I carried him and held him close to me, and he stopped crying. Then a lady came towards me, smiled, and thanked me and told me that it seems that her son has got himself a date.”

  I laughed and waited to hear the rest of the story, “Then she introduced herself and she told me that she had an idea for a picture. I listened, liked the idea, and after a couple of days, went to a studio and had the picture taken. Two months after that, she called me and told me that the picture won an award.”

  “Wait wait wait,” I said, stopping her. I sat up in bed and asked her, “Was it that picture of a little baby held close to a naked woman’s chest?”

  “That’s the one,” she replied proudly.

  “Oh my God… that was you… holding me?” I covered my fac
e with both my hands as I was becoming red with embarrassment.

  Becca laughed and giggled as she watched me shake my head with disbelief. “I was your first date,” she then said.

  I removed my hands, looked into her eyes. I gave her a deep kiss and said, “I love you.”

  She kissed me back and said, “We have to get going.”

  “No, stay,” I begged.

  “Lyn will be back home soon. Come, put your clothes on,” she said with a couple of taps on my thighs and stood up.

  “You have an advantage over me. You already have your shoes on,” I said, while still sitting on the bed completely naked.

  “Fine, you can stay. I will take the Aston and return it tomorrow,” she threatened me as she was stepping into her dress. “Zip me up.”

  We parked in front of her house a few minutes after one. I opened her door, and we walked towards the main door. I kissed her lips one more time. I watched her climb the steps, and as soon as she opened the main door and before she got in, I ran up the stairs, held her in my arms and kissed her again. A car turned from around the curve, so we both went in. It stopped in front of my car, and Lyn came out of it. I hid under the stairs, and Becca went up. Lyn had come up the steps quickly, and as she opened the door, she saw Becca on the first flight.

  “Mom! You just came in?” She asked with a surprise.

  “No, I came an hour ago but was checking the fuse box,” she convincingly answered.

  “I have a fuse box?” Lyn asked.

  “Of course you do,” Becca answered, as Lyn approached, “How was your night?”

  “It was fun,” Lyn replied as they continued climbing up the stairs together. “But the stripper had a small penis,” she said jokingly and laughed.

  “Marilyn, you naughty girl,” Becca snapped.

  “How was your night? Will I find a hickey in the morning?” Lyn joked, laughing and running up the stairs.

  “Noooooooo!” Becca objected and followed Lyn up the stairs. “Yes, run away! I’m gonna kill you when I catch you!” she called playfully.

  A half hour later as I was finishing up the champagne and the strawberries and thinking about what just happened between me and Becca, I received a message on my phone, I love you too.

  Fly Away

  I woke up at around nine, the previous night still fresh in my mind and the sweet scent of Becca still covering my skin. I immediately gave her a call. When she didn’t answer, I sent her a message. I guessed that she was tied up in something with Lyn and she was not able to reply. It took me another half hour of daydreaming and reliving the magic before hitting the shower.

  I checked my phone again as soon as I came out of the shower, even before drying myself off. She still didn’t call or responded to my message. While still in the nude, dripping all over my bedroom floor, I called Lyn.

  “Hey girl, missed you, what’s up?” I asked when she picked up.

  “Lover boy, what did you do to my mom?” she asked.

  “I didn’t do anything to her. What happened?” She got me worried.

  “I’ve never seen her happier in my life,” she said.

  “Oh! Nice to hear. So where is she? I tried to call her an hour ago, and she didn’t answer,” I said, concerned.

  “She left for Connecticut,” she said abruptly.

  “Did she say why?” I was surprised.

  “Dunno, she didn’t say.” She said and then she added, “Her stuff is still here.”

  “Ok, I will stop by in an hour. Can I bring you anything?” I asked.

  “Nope, see ya!” She said and hung up.

  Well, since Becca left her stuff there, it only meant that she would be back soon. I guessed she had something scheduled to do that day. Also, Lyn said that she was happy, so there was nothing to worry about. What I feared most is for her to start having second thoughts.

  Brushing away my insecurities, I got dressed and went into Dad’s cellar and found a 1987 Bordeaux. It was a great year, as Nick would put it. Joe sent me a message earlier asking for a nice bottle of wine to celebrate. He didn’t say celebrating what exactly, but since when do we need an excuse to have a drink?

  At around noon, I arrived at Lyn’s apartment. Joe opened the door, and he was shirtless. Obviously, Becca was not home. “Hey man,” I said to Joe. “In style, as usual,” I added.

  “Hey,” he said, and then came closer and asked quietly, “How was your date?”

  “Here’s your wine. Where’s Lyn?” I asked, cutting him off and ignoring his question,

  “Inside changing her clothes,” he replied and took a seat.

  Lyn emerged from inside, wearing a white, Marilyn Monroe-style white dress and a blond wig and sang, “Congratulations to you, congratulations to you, congratulations Mr. President, congratulations to you.” She finished the song and sat on Joe’s lap facing him and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Her red lips left an impression.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, standing, clueless, looking at Lyn and Joe.

  “They appointed him president of the company,” Lyn said and gave Joe a kiss on his lips.

  “You?” I asked in disbelief, pointing to Joe. “President? I can’t believe it!”

  “Dude, you should have brought Champagne instead of wine,” he proudly said.

  “You asked for wine. Besides, you didn’t even reach the legal drinking age, and they appointed you as president of a multi-billion dollar company?” I said expressing my objection.

  “I’m an expert on everything multi,” he said wickedly while kissing Lyn’s neck and grabbing her butt cheeks and pulling her towards him.

  “Yes you are, Mr. President, yes, yes, oh yes” Lyn screamed simulating an orgasm.

  “For fuck’s sake, I’m out of here,” I said, turning around and going for the door.

  “Richard, wait,” Lyn urged me.

  “Richard, don’t wait. Come back in an hour,” Joe said and went back to kissing Lyn’s neck. “Mom left you something on the counter,” Lyn said pointing to it.

  I picked up the small bag. I turned my back to Lyn and Joe and opened it. In it, there was a very small glass bottle. Printed on it was, “Romance”. It had the logo of that little store she told me about. I wanted to open it and smell it, but I could hear them getting wild behind me. Without looking back, I opened the door. As I was stepping out, my phone rang, and it was Becca. I stepped outside and kept the door slightly open in case she wanted something from Lyn. I took the call, and her shaky, tearful voice was not a sign of good news. After I hung up, I went back in. Joe was on his feet, carrying Lyn and kissing her.

  The moment I shut the door behind me, Joe turned towards me and shouted, “What the fuck, man? Get out.”

  “Put her down, and both of you sit down,” I ordered, and Joe complied, alarmed by the look on my face.

  “What’s wrong?” Lyn quickly asked, now standing on her feet.

  “That was your mom on the phone,” I said slowly.

  “Is she OK?” she asked with fear in her voice. All of the color had drained from her face.

  “She is fine, but something bad happened. Please sit down,” I said, while sitting down myself.

  “Your dad was on his way to the airport this morning, when he experienced chest pains. He checked into a hospital,” I said, as Lyn put both her hands on her face waiting to hear the inevitable. “He had a heart attack… and I’m afraid that he didn’t make it.”

  The news had a devastating impact on Lyn. After I told her, she went into her room and stayed there. She refused to talk to anyone or eat and drink or even open the door. Joe and I stayed at her house all afternoon and took turns trying to convince her to open the door or even talk about it from behind it. All she would say was “Go away.”

  Joe, on the other hand, remained detached and seemed unfazed by the news. He told me after Vanessa passed away, “After you lose your mom and dad at the age of seven, you lose half of your feelings with it.” I am sure that Joe didn’t lose the feel
ing of empathy, but he lost the reactions attributed to losing someone close, but if anyone would understand what Lyn was going through right now, it was Joe.

  I stood up watching him for more than four hours, sitting on the floor with his back to Lyn’s bedroom door. He was offering her support. I imagined her on the other side sitting in the same way, feeling the support of her boyfriend. I, on the other hand, didn’t know how to feel. I was completely lost. I didn’t know how I was supposed to support the woman I love. How was I supposed to console her for the loss of another man? My heart sank, and I sat down and started to cry. I sobbed like a little child left alone.

  As soon as I started crying, Lyn came out of her room. She came straight to me, hugged me and kissed my forehead, and started crying herself. I realized the reason why she didn’t cry earlier is that grief has to be shared to be expressed. No one wants to cry alone while the whole world was silently watching and feeling nothing.

  I received a call from Becca at around six in the evening. She was checking out on Lyn. She told me that despite Miles’ father and brother insisting on having the funeral on the same day, she refused to have it without Lyn present to say goodbye to her father.

  “How about you, how are you doing?” I asked her.

  “I really don’t know. I can’t think right now. It’s all too much for me,” she answered in sad and confused voice.

  “I’m sorry I can’t be there for you right now,” I sincerely said.