Always Summer

by Criss Copp

  He began thrusting up, moving his hips up to meet me. I was groaning... he was growling, and he began to become possessive. He used his hand to push him forward on the couch, so that although he was still inside me, I was unable to get a good purchase to thrust against him.

  “Don’t move... or I’ll drop you.” He demanded.

  “Don’t stop... or I’ll finish this myself!” I responded, goading. It had the desired effect, Blake went from slightly possessive to control freak! He grabbed me close to him, and then found the strength to stand, remaining intact inside me.

  He stomped over to the table, bent himself over so that I was lying on my back on it, with him still inside me; and then he adjusted us so that my butt was perched at the very edge of the table, my legs around his waist. Blake then continued plunging his cock deep inside me. Next, in order to force himself even deeper, and continue his control, he lifted both my legs away from his waist and promptly straightened them upwards, so that he held them up beside his head on his left side. His right arm was wrapped around my thighs, to maintain my position.

  “I want you to look at me as I fuck you!” Blake stipulated. “Look at me in the eyes!” he growled.

  Oh. My. God! He was so deep... so deep it almost actually hurt... and now he was thrusting into me roughly and rapid... Shit! This was faster and harder than he’d ever fucked me before. I instantly clamped down, making my pussy incredibly tight. He shouted out something unintelligible, but he didn’t stop... I wasn’t sure about this... and then my body was super aware of an impending and concentrated orgasm.

  I was trapped... I couldn’t move against him, and he was pounding into me so fucking fast and hard that I was at risk of becoming incoherent... Shit! I was unraveling... my body was rolling in waves of the most overwhelming and uncontrollable emotions and electric current. I was looking at him, his eyes bore into mine and his face appeared strained from the pace he maintained. I had begun to lose touch with reality, the only feelings were those intense surreal sensations he was enforcing.

  “Ugh, ugh... Ahhh!!!” I heard my high pitched and uncontrollable wails. My breathing had become erratic, my chest heaving and trembling at the same time.

  Blake had been mirroring my sounds, it occurred to me. As I looked into his eyes, I noted his pupils were now dilated, his body was sweating profusely... and time had seemingly stopped; I had no idea how long he’d been fucking me. He reached around with his left hand and began to massage my clit.

  We were both screaming out, when my orgasm ripped through me and tore me to pieces... a cataclysmic explosion that separated my soul from my physical self.

  I had still managed to scream his name, as he had mine; and I realised that we had come simultaneously. It was a first, since he’d always waited for me to come before allowing himself to in the past.

  Blake.

  Shattering... soul shattering... and extreme! I wanted to cry! But I was in shock at how intense our orgasm had been.

  Every time with Summer was amazing to me... this time my orgasm was enormous... in truth it was a joint orgasm, and except that it was healing in its destruction, it was by far the most amazing orgasm I’d ever had... I’d bet the same could be said for her. Forget a tingling aftermath; try fire ants crawling under my skin... it was delightful pain!

  I took this moment as a sign that what I was about to do was right.

  Summer.

  Blake couldn’t remain standing, so he withdrew with a loud groan... his penis was still rock hard. He lowered himself directly to the floor and sat down. To maintain contact, he nuzzled up against my foot... I couldn’t tell you which one; I had no understanding of any feeling below my waist.

  We stayed like that for a long time... shit... had we destroyed my ability to get to the airport tonight?

  “Blake?” I croaked.

  “Hmmm?” he mumbled.

  “I have a plane to catch tonight!” I reminded him.

  “It’s okay... it’s still only 11: 36... It’s like really early.” He said. He must’ve had a view of one of the clocks. I wouldn’t be able to see one if I tried; even if it was two feet from me. But wow! We were only doing that for a relatively moderate length of time... could’ve fooled me... it felt like ages!

  “Shit Blake... I think you killed me and resurrected me concurrently!” I said.

  “I know what you mean.” He replied.

  “Shower?” I asked.

  “Bath... definitely bath. I need to recuperate.” He pleaded.

  “Okay!” I replied. I knew I was going to be wobbly, but I suspected he wouldn’t be able to move yet without the real fear of falling and breaking his neck.

  I began to sit up; looking down at him I could see his body still breathing heavily. He’d put far more effort into that than I had.

  I managed to wobble down the hallway; collapsing at the edge of the bath, I put the plug in and began the water flowing into it. I grabbed the bubble bath mixture, and squirted the strawberry scented gel into the line of water crashing into the tub.

  I turned toward the toilet and crawled over to it, pulling myself up and sitting on top of it to remove Blake’s deposit and have a pee.

  Blake’s timing was always impeccable. He chose that moment to crawl into the room. I was getting used to it... what was the point of getting precious about it now? He’d had my body in almost every possible way that I would allow... why worry about a bit of pee?

  He didn’t even look anymore... he just crawled to within two feet of me, and waited for me to finish.

  Grabbing some toilet paper and wiping myself before dropping it in the toilet bowl, I unsteadily stood, and moved out of his way.

  “Damn... I’m fucked!” Blake said flatly.

  I couldn’t help it... I began to giggle... “Yep... me too!” I laughed.

  Giving me a knowing grin, he pulled himself up on the toilet, chuckling along with me. Using the vanity to assist him up; he sat down to pee.

  I felt a little better, even though I was still wobbly. I quickly washed my hands in the bathwater, and walked out to the kitchen; I grabbed a couple of energy drinks from the fridge, returning with them to the bathroom.

  Blake was flushing the toilet while he was still seated on it.

  “Babe!” I scolded.

  He grunted... shrugging his shoulders and offering me another huge grin.

  He hopped off, and crawled over to me. I stopped the bath water, and he crawled into the bath...

  “I think you’re overdoing the crawling.” I said sarcastically.

  “No way! I feel as though I was shattered and re-glued together by a six-year-old with super glue!” he argued, sitting back and motioning for me to get in the water.

  Hopping over the edge of the bath, and settling between his legs, I asked him, “Does that mean I can drive?”

  “No... It means I’m gonna sit here and gather my strength till it’s time to go!” he replied. “Now, I thought I saw you bring in a drink?”

  I reached over the edge and grabbed the energy drinks, lifting one of them to his hand.

  *

  We soaked for half an hour, talking about my day, and what he was going to get up to this weekend.

  Blake informed me of a slight change in plans. Debbie and Max had rung and asked if we’d go to their place for an early dinner. I had hoped to go out in New York with Blake, but it would be good to catch up with family.

  Energy restored, we hopped out of the bath all wrinkled, but refreshed.

  “I laid out your clothes for you. And I packed your bag.” Blake said as he dried my back.

  I trusted his judgment... he always had had good taste in clothes.

  “Thanks babe!” I said, moving in for a kiss, and getting a quick pash from him.

  I shuffled out the door naked, after hanging my towel over the rack.

  On our bed on my side, was a dark grey pair of skinny jeans I had years ago stolen from Sally, my pre-loved green op shop t-shirt, with tulip sleeves and skul
ls... and on the floor was a dark grey pair of DC skate shoes that Blake had recently bought for me.

  Coming in behind me, Blake motioned toward the ensemble.

  “Went for comfort... flights can be uncomfortable at the best of times.” He said.

  “Are we still going to have time to do a spot of shopping?” I said, putting on the pale pink bra and panties he’d left on the bed beside the clothes.

  “Yeah, we are... but I thought we’d hit some of the old thrift stores in Northport. And since we’ll be there to see Debbie and Max, it will all work out well!” He reasoned.

  “Okay,” I shrugged. It sounded good to me. So I started dressing in the clothes he’d laid out.

  Blake began to dress as well. He pulled up a pair of his standard ‘Calvin Klein’ boxers, before pulling on a pair of ‘Diesel’ grey/blue denim jeans.

  “Have I seen those before?” I asked, scrutinizing his jeans.

  “These?” he looked down... “No, I bought them on eBay two weeks ago; they came in the mail a couple of days ago. Though, I have had Diesel jeans like these before.” He answered, smiling at me.

  “Oh, okay... that’ll be it then.” I chuckled. He had good taste... his jeans were loose fitting, and hung low on his hips, I was happy to see him in these sexy, buttoned up jeans.

  He coupled the jeans with a white, buttoned shirt, that was slightly crumpled, but looked excellent like that.

  I went and sat down next to him on his side of the bed, and began to put on my DC’s. He leant down and pulled out an old pair of red Converse sneakers.

  “You still have those?” I asked him. He’d initially learned to skate in them.

  “Sure I do!” he said, smiling. “They were a little big for me back in the day, but they’re nicely worn and comfortable these days. Good for driving in anyway.” He reasoned.

  “Cool... we look as though we could step back in time into high school.” I said.

  Blake laughed out loud... “We were only in high school a few months ago!” he said.

  “You know what I mean.” I laughed.

  “Sure I do!” he replied jokingly.

  Blake.

  I couldn’t believe I’d gotten away with it thus far... she hadn’t recognised the outfits... no doubt she would definitely recognize them when the time came... my nerves were working overtime.

  We were out of Hackettstown at the right time - 1pm, because Summer had wanted to get some shopping in before she left for Mexico on the plane. We drove without incident to Northport. She failed to notice anything different, and seemed a little excited to be going home for a few hours. She was giving me quizzical looks for more than half an hour as we approached Northport though, since my nervousness was beginning to show. So I had to lie and tell her I felt a little ‘off’ and tired. Although I actually did feel a little 'off', but not for the reasons I alluded to.

  Chapter 13

  Blake.

  We pulled up at Fort Salonga Road Starbucks at 2:45 pm.

  I was absolutely packing it. I was shitting myself! Thank God for body spray and antiperspirant, otherwise I would’ve been sweating a swimming pool!

  “Blake!” Summer was a little worried. “What’s going on?”

  “I need a coffee... someone really tired me out this morning.” I smirked.

  That did it; it got a smile out of her.

  “Come on, we’ll sit in... We’ve got time. We don’t need to leave here till 6:30 tonight.”

  “Okay... I could use a shot of coffee too.” She agreed.

  We made our way into Starbucks. It was perfect... the self same booth was vacant... another sign! I made my way toward it... it had been our booth more often than not, throughout our high school years.

  Summer sat down on what used to be our side of the booth. I rapped my knuckles on the table...

  “What do you want?” I asked.

  “I think I’ll go a Cinnamon Latte today.” She replied.

  “Excellent choice madam!” I said in an English accent.

  She laughed.

  I went to the counter and ordered her Cinnamon Latte, alongside a Macchiato for myself, and paid for them.

  I subtly felt in my pocket for the little box that would change my life one way or another, as I awaited the coffees.

  The last time Summer went to New York for the weekend to do a shoot, Sally and I went shopping for engagement rings. I wanted something that was going to last forever. It needed to be good quality... but of course I wasn’t made of money, so I had to access my college fund... with my parents help, so that I could buy it. I’d have to find a job before I finished my three year college degree in order to replace that money, but she was worth it.

  It was a diamond solitaire engagement ring; white gold with six prongs holding a beautiful 1 carat diamond.

  Sally was my partner in crime, trying on the rings to make sure and get the right size.

  Sally had been engaged to Henry for over four years... I had no intention on waiting that long to marry Summer; I wasn’t sure how I’d manage a wedding while at college; however, since our friend pool was pretty small, I was certain we could manage a small wedding sooner rather than later.

  The coffees were ready... and my stomach was in my throat as I made my way to the booth.

  My parents knew what I was doing... plus, I’d asked Max permission to ask Summer to marry me; and of course Debbie was beside herself with excitement over the whole thing. They would all be at an early dinner tonight, all four of them, in order to either console me or congratulate us.

  “Here you go babe!” I said, moving around the booth in order to sit in the exact same seat that we had been in when we kissed four years ago, and placed her coffee in front of her.

  She smiled at me and leant in to give me an appreciative kiss.

  I sat there for what felt like years... plucking up the last bit of courage I needed before I failed to go through with it. We talked about non-consequential bullshit.

  “Summer!” I requested her attention from whatever she was currently yammering on about. I couldn’t concentrate on her words at that moment anyway... not till I got this over with.

  “Blake!” she returned, smiling.

  “You know I love you... and I’m going to miss you like hell this weekend.” I started.

  “Aww...” she crooned, and moved into me.

  I breathed deep...

  “Summer... four years ago, we sat here in this very spot and I kissed you for the first time. It confirmed for me that I would never love anyone else... that it would always be you.” I swallowed... she went to say something... but I gave her a look that nonverbally asked her not to talk. She stopped before she really started.

  I got up out of the seat, and walked around to her other side. My legs felt like jelly, my throat felt like I’d eaten razor blades, and my chest felt like I was in the clutches of a Boa constrictor.

  I got down on one knee in front of everyone there, and pulled the pretty little box out of my pocket, holding it unopened in front of her. The entire cafe began to silence, as one after another, the patrons noticed me on one knee and looking up into Summer’s beautiful eyes... Summer had covered her mouth with both her hands after a sharp intake of breath. I’d taken her completely by surprise. I cleared my throat... I had practiced this for days; surely I could do it by rote by now.

  “I know we’re both young... and we’ve been together legitimately for only a short while... but for all intents and purposes, we’ve had an eleven year relationship. We’ve been madly in love with each other for four years, despite both of us being too stubborn to recognize it before the summer break. I love you immensely, and I’ll quite literally fail in life if you aren’t by my side. I can’t imagine how I’ll be able to breathe when you’re away from me this weekend, without knowing that you are legitimately mine and I am yours!” I took a breath; she was crying... a squeak escaped her, but her mouth remained covered, and I hadn’t finished my speech yet.

  The caf
e behind me was by now completely quiet... not a pin drop... even the music was turned off or down. I swallowed again. My eyes never left hers.

  “I promise to take care of you... to love you unconditionally... to share the bullshit in addition to the amazing. I promise to listen to you and put your needs first at all times. I love you so much, it consumes me. Summer Lilly Rogerson... will you do me the honor and be my wife?” I asked, opening the box to show her the ring I had chosen for her.

  Summer.

  I was frozen... no, not quite frozen, my breathing was making my chest rise and fall dramatically. He was kneeling on one knee... at my feet. He’d pulled a small navy blue and silver velvet box out of his pocket and held it up in front of me.

  I blanched... all the blood drained from my face, and then I began to cry... so I covered my mouth with my hands to prevent my crying from escalating.

  Blake poured his heart out to me... I heard every word and knew it was honest... that he truly meant every single word.

  I never had any doubt that this would happen one day... but this early on? Not on your life! I was totally taken by surprise.

  He asked me to marry him... no, he asked me to be his wife! Before showing me his chosen ring... a solitaire white gold, amazing diamond ring!

  I was shocked... the tears were there, but the sobs stilled so I could talk... barely!

  “The clothes... they’re what we were wearing four years ago.” I said.

  “Yes.” He answered; his eyes frightened... his tone of voice scared.

  “The cafe... everything... it’s the same!” I said, quietly.

  “Yes summer.” He said again... his voice cracking.

  “Your hair though, it’s not pink!” I pointed out.

  “Summer, please... I would’ve done it, but then you would’ve been suspicious.” He explained.

  I nodded.

  “Blake?” I asked.

  “Yes?” he was beginning to shake.

  “You really love me this much?” I asked.

  “Absolutely!” he answered... his eyes were moistening... he was going to cry.