Always Summer

by Criss Copp

  Her moans climaxed toward a scream, and as she flung her head back and screamed my name, loud enough for other residents of the building to hear, her thighs came in for a crushing blow. Yet I was just able to keep them from tearing my head off; using all my strength to keep her thighs apart, as I continued through her orgasm to suckle her clit.

  “Blake! Stop! Please! Fuck! BLAKE!” she screamed, each word louder and higher pitched than the last.

  I finally stopped, and managed to get my head out from her thighs, with all my earrings intact.

  She lay there curled in on herself, quivering and moaning. I collected her up and carried her to our bed.

  Laying her down on the bed, I went and wiped my face on a towel in the ensuite quickly, before returning to her, lying beside her and beginning to kiss her. She stepped right up to the plate once more... despite her quivering frame.

  “I taste myself on you.” She said against my lips.

  I chuckled, “Could have something to do with the fact that I just suckled you to an orgasm.” I replied.

  “Hmmm... The taste of Summer.” She giggled seductively.

  Oh God! She was my undoing... she made me groan... loudly in desperate pain... what a sexy thing to say!

  She was still twitching, so I had to battle my way in between her legs. Finally, though she lay below me... as I hovered over her... on our bed... in our apartment... and she was mine!

  I angled the tip of my penis at her entrance.

  “Fuck me Blake... and don’t stop... please!” she asked me softly.

  I groaned... And then I slowly pushed inside her, as she put her legs up around my lower back. I placed my left hand under her butt, and pulled her up into me; so that I was even deeper than before... she moaned her appreciation. I just moaned in defeat... she was my murderer... this was death... it was bliss!

  I began moving in her.

  She was still twitching, so she instantly returned to her highly aroused and orgasmic climb. I worked my way in and out of her, as tempered as I could, but I couldn’t hold back.

  “Fuck!” I shouted... picking up speed and beginning to pound into her, and pulling out as fiercely. She didn’t miss a beat.

  “Fuck me Blake... harder!” Summer begged. Her pussy was pulsing on me, building up to another eruption.

  “Fuck!” I yelled... unsure, but trying my hardest not to come before she did.

  “Harder Blake... Fuck me!” Summer cried... she was almost climaxing now.

  “Oh Fuck!” I shouted out... still crashing into her, while holding her up. She was meeting my thrusts perfectly by angling her pelvis into my trajectory, allowing my cock maximum penetration.

  “Blake... Don’t. Stop! Don’t. Stop!... Aargh!... BLAKE!” she screamed as her orgasm milked me for all I was worth, igniting my own cataclysmic orgasm.

  “FUCK! SUMMER!” I yelled... before moaning a tremendously loud and guttural groan, as I exploded inside her... the pleasure shooting up my cock, to my pelvis and cluster bombing my entire body. My scalp was tingling in its aftermath. I probably wouldn’t be able to walk for ages.

  I didn’t want to disconnect with her either, so I repositioned my exhausted arms, so I could rest on my elbows over her, till she wanted me to move. Every muscle was twitching, like they did when I had first begun boot camp.

  “Amazing!” I said to her.

  “I’m just speechless! How could I have ever thought it could be less than that!” She said

  “It’s never been like that for me either.” I said.

  She looked at me through half closed eyes. I lowered my weak body to hers, and rolled us on our sides, unfortunately breaking free as a result.

  “Oh,” she sighed.

  “It’s because it’s us... as we are together. We’d never be this good with someone else.” I reasoned.

  “I know!” she said, reaching her face forward and kissing me lightly on the lips, before her head fell back to the bed in exhaustion.

  “I love you, Summer.” I said smiling.

  “I love you too, Blake!” she replied, snuggling into my chest.

  Summer.

  I remained in Blake’s arms for an hour or so, snoozing, before I nudged him so I could go to the toilet.

  Best part about condoms... the resultant... um... stuff... is not a girl’s problem. As much as the act was hot, and I had no plans to change what we had started; I thought next time, I would trot off to the toilet almost immediately after, and get rid of the evidence, before it decided to... you know, leak out!

  Blake groggily muttered something about what the time was.

  I looked up at the clock beside the bed on top of our beside drawers, under the lamp.

  “5:13.” I answered, before pushing back from him and carefully getting off the bed, and moving stealthily to the bathroom. The urgency had gone from a toilet stop to a shower... damn!

  I started the shower, and quickly scooped out a hair band from the top draw of the vanity. Stepping into the water, I quickly bunched my hair on top of my head to keep it from the jet of water. I peed in the shower to force any residual stuff out of my vagina.

  “Are you peeing in the shower?” Blake asked, looming just outside the glass.

  I hadn’t seen him, since my eyes were closed.

  “Blake!” I squeaked, jumping.

  He grinned huge! I didn’t have anything to say... I was guilty as charged... my face was blushing all shades of pink as my mortification registered.

  He opened the door and stepped into the stream of the shower. There we were... naked in the shower.

  “I’m assuming you don’t want to rewash your hair.” He said, grabbing my body wash, and squishing a decent amount onto his palm.

  I shook my head in the negative, and smiled shyly at him. I had no idea why I was so shy... he’d been intimately introduced to my nether regions... I was sure he was all good to wash me.

  “Turn around.” He requested... mashing his hands together and rubbing the body wash between his palms.

  He began to knead my back muscles with his hands, cleaning my skin from the sweat we had created. It felt so good... God! From now on, I was having showers with him, whenever possible! He massaged my glutes, before reaching around through my legs and washing me between them. He took the opportunity to lean into my ear.

  “I’m still annoyed with you.” He said softly.

  “I’m sorry.” I said somewhat breathlessly. His hand washing my pussy was distracting to say the least.

  I pulled back, and turned myself around.

  “Let’s leave it be... nothing can be done about it anyway.” He said, grabbing the body wash and squirting more on his palm. He lathered it again between his palms before reaching for my chest and cleaning me thoroughly, paying particular attention to my breasts, in addition to moving up under my arms.

  “However...” Blake suddenly uttered... “Don’t do anything stupid like that again... please!” he requested, stressing the please.

  “I won’t... I promise!” I replied. And it was true... I had no intention to do anything of the sort.

  Blake nodded, and let out a sigh.

  “What do you want to use on your face?” he asked.

  “A wash cloth.” I answered. He looked up at the small square of still wet, fluffy material that was slung over the top of the glass shower screen, and pulled it down, handing it to me.

  As I rinsed the washer, he grabbed his own body wash and squirted a decent amount on his palm.

  “Uh uh uh!” I scolded. “You don’t get to wash me if I don’t get to wash you!” I argued.

  “Okay.” He replied, grinning.

  I quickly finished scrubbing my face, since I’d already used face scrub today, and I didn’t like to use it too often, otherwise my skin dried out.

  Scooping the body wash out of his palm, I indicated for him to turn around, before I proceeded to give him the same treatment he’d delivered me.

  Once I got to in-between his legs, it was a l
ittle bit more difficult. So I cleaned everything behind his balls before getting him to turn around... he was already in hysterics laughing at me.

  “I’ll do this bit.” He finally managed to say with just a chuckle.

  “No you won’t!” I argued. He was pissing me off with his stupid laughter... it wasn’t like I’d ever washed a guys dick before... he needed to realize that and cut me some slack.

  I grabbed his body wash and went to squirt some onto my hand.

  “Whoa... you don’t need heaps, just a little bit.” He reasoned.

  So I squeezed a little bit onto my palm and lathered it up. I cupped his balls in my right hand and gently fondled them. I thought this may have made him a bit horny, but whatever I was doing was making him laugh.

  I refused to give up, and I was not going to laugh! Despite the sly smile that was creeping up on me now.

  I grabbed his shaft in my left hand and lathered him up like I was about to wank him.

  “You need to pull the foreskin back and wash the head.” He managed through his chuckles.

  I couldn’t help it... I grunted out a chortle... then I pulled his foreskin back and began to gently clean around the glands of his penis. I continued for a short period till I was personally satisfied with my ministrations.

  Blake was now chuckling heavily, sighing out his light laughter as I turned to get some more body wash.

  “What?” I pretend roused at him.

  “Nothing!” He said, juggling his package so that the suds were washed away. “Very thorough!” he smiled.

  I smirked, before I began to sud up his chest, and clean under his arms and them down them.

  After washing off all the suds, I turned the shower head to the side, so it was blasting water away from us to the wall. I wanted to revisit his dick.

  “What are you doing?” Blake asked.

  I gave him a coy look and leant my face in to kiss him gently on the lips. Taking his cock in my right hand, I began to stroke him to an erection.

  “Mmm...” Blake sounded through our kiss.

  When I managed to get him hard enough to work him better with my mouth, I suddenly released my mouth from his and dropped to my knees.

  “Summer?” he breathlessly asked.

  “Shhh!” I said, looking up at him as though I was an angel about to defy my maker.

  “Shit!” he breathed.

  I had his shaft in my hand; however, I really needed to use more than just my one hand. I darted my tongue toward the head of his cock and licked the small slit that had released some clear precum.

  Blake.

  Holy hell... she had dropped down to look directly at my cock after teasing it to attention. Darting her tongue out and licking the bead of precum that had emerged from her ministrations, my breath caught in my throat and my balls praised all things holy.

  “Oh shit Summer... you’re gonna kill me!” I lamented, just as she placed the head of my dick in her mouth and sucked back like I was a lollipop.

  “I want to make you come in my mouth, just like you did to me!” she explained seductively, before placing her mouth back onto my penis and putting more of it in her mouth, sucking with her glorious mouth and moving her hand along the shaft with just the right amount of pressure.

  I was light headed... I went to place my hands in her hair, but I remembered she hadn’t wanted her hair to get wet, which was probably why she also turned the showerhead away. So I reached up and grabbed the top of the glass screen.

  Looking down at her working my cock with her hand and mouth, her tongue darting out and licking up the underside of my cock, while she lifted it up so I could see; I began to shudder with pleasure.

  She opened her eyes and looked into mine. I was mesmerized... my Summer, the girl I had loved since second grade, the girl who I’d daydreamed about doing this with, the girl who filled every wet dream I’d ever experienced - was sucking my cock! It wasn’t a dream!

  She used her other hand to cup my balls and began to massage them, all the while maintaining my eye contact.

  “Oh... Jesus Summer... Fuck!” I breathlessly managed to moan. “I’m gonna come!” I said.

  She just continued to watch me... taking more of me into her mouth... taking me as far inside as she could, and then sucking the length back out.

  My biceps were definitely getting a workout today. Right now they kept my from falling in a heap as she sucked me off, unabashed and completely wanton. I just hoped the glass would continue to hold me up... I was counting on it!

  She was staring at me, which was causing my body to convulse... it was so erotic. Her hands were soft yet unforgiving, milking my shaft and balls for all they could offer... her tongue and mouth were spectacular!

  “Fuck!” I began thrusting my hips, and she kept time with me. I maintained eye contact with her for as long as I could.

  “Ugh! Ah, fuck! Fuck!” I could feel the build up about to erupt... the tingling tremors were shifting... my ejaculation was seconds away.

  She obviously felt the pulsing in my balls, since she increased the pressure in her hands, and began sucking with a vacuum of pressure that was sure to suck every drop of cum I had.

  I released myself from her intimate eye lock... and screamed her name to the ceiling. She sucked until I begged her to stop. My legs were weak, but I could stand... just!

  Summer raised herself and took a mouthful of water from the stream of water, swished and swallowed. Oh God! She didn’t even spit the residual... she swallowed every last drop! Not something I had expected... but sexy as all hell!

  *

  Entertaining! I was going to enjoy showering with Summer at every chance I got. I retreated from the shower first, and grabbed a towel, drying myself and wrapping the towel around my hips before she stepped out.

  Draping another towel around her, I proceeded to rub her body, despite her protests. I dried her thoroughly, and then wrapped it around her body, under her arms... tucking the end in so that the towel held.

  I returned to our living area and dining, grabbing up our clothes, before returning to the bedroom.

  Summer was standing next to her draws, pulling up a new set of panties along her long legs. She was only half turned to me, so she was in profile. She arched her butt back so the panties slid up the curves of her butt, and glided over her hips. Her breasts... a perfect handful... were teardrop shaped, with her nipples up turned. She was breathtaking. I watched her as she put her bra on, before speaking.

  “So... what do you want to do with these?” I asked, raising her clothes.

  “Oh...” she said, turning, so I could appreciate the new bra and panties set that now seductively covered her. They were a pale yellow.

  “I’ll put the bra and panties in the hamper... I don’t think I can wear the panties again before I wash them!” she smirked, walking across to me and grabbing her things out of my hand. “As for the dress, I think I’ll wear it.” She said, winking, before turning around and making her way to the ensuite.

  “You know I’ll be thinking about what we just did the whole time you wear that?” I questioned her.

  “Yep!” she replied, walking out of the ensuite and pulling the dress over her head.

  “You’re such a tease!” I said, dropping my towel and grabbing my boxers that I wore for all of fifteen minutes before, and pulling them up.

  Summer pulled the band from her hair, allowing it to fall free, before sauntering over to me, just as I successfully pulled up and secured my shorts.

  “Look who’s talking!” she said, giving me a cheeky grin, and trailing her fingertips down my chest, stomach and across the top of my shorts, tracing the band of my boxers.

  “You keep doing that, and you’ll need another shower.” I warned.

  She just chuckled and stepped back, turning to go.

  No way! I grabbed her, threw her on the bed and crawled over the top of her... growling!

  My lips connected with her lips, and we began to devour each other again,
her hands pulling my face to hers as before. But once I heard her whimper, and knew I was seconds away from no return myself, I pulled back.

  “Shopping!” I said huskily. Now that was a tease! My balls and cock hated me right now... but I promised them some more action later.

  She groaned.

  Chapter 12

  Summer.

  Towards the end of September, Blake and I still hadn’t found a suitable flat mate. It may have had something to do with all of the hot sex we were having; we weren’t that receptive to the idea of sharing our space with anyone else... at least, neither of us had talked about that as being a possible reason, but I knew at least that I didn’t want to share our bubble.

  Regardless... the modeling agency had been true to their word, and already I had been put to work, attending three photo shoots in New York (accompanied by Blake and staying with Sally), and sauntered down one catwalk, glad to have been to the workshops offered to me during my summer break with Sally. Now, my first payment had come through, and not a moment too soon. It was decent money (once it had filtered down to me); at least it was decent for me! So now I didn’t feel so bad about Blake and I not finding anyone to share our space. Besides... the extra room was working out rather well as an art studio for Blake... I couldn’t see him wanting to give it up in a hurry. My room, the one with a single bed in it, hadn’t been used as anything more than our study (and as a sex den... sex while seated on a computer chair was a little difficult, but so worth it!). Both Blake’s and my desks were set up in there. In addition, Blake had set up throughout the apartment a set of wireless speakers, so we could listen to our favourite radio station all the time.

  We had divided chores weekly; alternating cooking and cleaning with laundry and dishes. We shared the shopping, attending the grocery store on Thursday nights to do a weekly shop.