Always Summer

by Criss Copp

  Blake burst out laughing... I gave him a serious, snarling gaze. It made him worse.

  “Shut up Blake!” Julie lamented.

  “I love you Jewels!” he voiced loudly.

  “You’re an idiot!” she replied with a huge grin.

  Blake.

  Summer got out of her bed and ran to her ensuite. I could hear her dry heaving. I quickly got up, and glanced at the clock on her bedside table; it read 8:10am.

  Rushing in to her, she had her face over the porcelain. So I pulled her hair back for her.

  “Summer?” I questioned.

  “Your bloody uncle!” she began... heave... “what was he thinking?” heave... “Poor Sara!” heave... “This is awful!”

  “Bloody hell, now we’ll all get it!” I said, soothing my hand over her back till she stopped heaving.

  I grabbed a washcloth and wet it with cold water, before walking her back to bed, and laying her down. I washed her face, and placed the cloth on her forehead.

  “Where will I find a bucket?” I asked her.

  “Laundry!” she replied.

  Returning with a bucket, I collect my phone up and rang my parents.

  “Hello!” Mom chimed.

  “Mom... Summer’s sick!” I said.

  “Sara?” she asked.

  “We think so. Can you suggest anything?” I asked.

  “Damn... um... dry crackers, lots of water for sipping and ginger tablets from the pharmacy.” She offered.

  “Okay, be on the lookout, everyone will get sick now.” I surmised.

  “Look, I’ll go get the stuff so you don’t share... when do Debbie and Max come home?” she asked.

  “Sunday, but we were leaving today.” I answered.

  “Blake, just wait till tomorrow, till she’s over the worst of it.” Mom reasoned.

  “By then I might be sick, and we’ll be stuck!” I responded.

  “True... okay. Maybe pack yourselves up now... I’ll go and get the stuff and you can slowly wend your way home over the course of the day!” she brokered.

  “Okay... sounds good!” I replied.

  *

  We were home in reasonably normal time... Summer slept... and she looked pale. Yet we had to stop twice to deal with her bouts of illness.

  When we got home, I put her to bed and rugged her up, with her foster parent’s bucket beside her.

  She was still nauseas by Monday, when she was due back at school. I was lucky, although I got sick too the day after we returned home, it had lasted only a day for me.

  Mom had also gotten sick, but it seemed that apart from that, Uncle Brian was the only other one that had gotten Sara’s illness.

  Mom and I felt that Sara had spent more time with Summer, so Summer got the brunt of it. In addition, Summer had been feeling stressed recently, so she was already weakened.

  Summer wasn’t completely out of the woods for nearly ten days, she had momentary bouts of nausea throughout every day, though not as bad as at the beginning, and she had lost more weight due to not being able to always keep her food down. I asked her to see the campus doctor, but because she was already starting to feel better, she had said no. I hated it during this time... she wasn’t herself, and we had regressed to just cuddling and simple touching most of the time.

  Chapter 16

  Blake.

  Summer was completely back to her normal self the week before our exams started. We returned after classes on Monday and she was cheery; and then she cornered me in the kitchen, while I was cooking dinner.

  “Hey babe.” She said, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist.

  “Well hello! You said you felt good this morning... how are you feeling now?” I asked, stirring the goulash. She smelled of strawberries and lime... her latest body wash.

  “Horny!” she answered, giggling.

  I dropped the wooden spoon I was using to stir the food. It clattered on the bench.

  We’d had sporadic and fairly standard sex over the last week and a half. Nowhere up to scratch for us. Her words gave me an almost instant hard on.

  I turned around to find her wearing only her underwear; a black lacy bra and thong set... I couldn’t remember having seen this set... but I was looking forward very much to removing it from her. Despite losing some weight, her breasts still filled her c-cup bra. I was glad she hadn’t lost them... they were definitely a favourite of mine.

  “But you have to cook!” she pouted sexily.

  God I had missed this... my girl was back! Damn... I was already on fire... Fuck the food!

  “Ah... shit!” I said, as my arm accidentally brushed up against the electric skillet. I had a sweater on, but I had pushed the sleeves up to my elbows while I cooked. Summer had distracted me, so I turned back and turned the skillet down, so the food would simmer on a very low heat.

  Summer had stepped away from me when I turned back to the food, and now she was out of my reach. The oven was on, but I hadn’t placed the rolls in it yet, so I wasn’t worried about it. I lurched forward to grab Summer, but she jumped back laughing, and then she turned and ran... oh yeah... she was back! I ran after her... she was on the other side of the bed in our room, panting from her run and the excitement of the chase.

  I tore my sweater and the shirt underneath it over my head and off my body... I watched her appreciative stare as I walked toward her, but she was grinning, and about to jump up on the bed to climb over to an escape. I could play this game! I stopped, before she made a break for it, and unbuttoned my jeans, before pulling them down and off... throwing them in the corner with my sweater and shirt. She was giggling wildly, grinning at me as I prepared to rush in and grab her.

  I took a step forward... another step... I judged the distance between grabbing her directly, or reaching out to the side and grabbing her if she made a dash over the bed.

  She’d thought this out better than I had. I was mid step toward her... she leapt on the bed... scrambled across it... off the opposite side and dashed out the door into the hallway. I was immediately behind her. By the time she made it to the living and dining area, attempting to put the table between us, I’d caught up with her and pulled her into me.

  She was laughing so hard now... her face was shining brightly... she looked radiant and beautiful!

  “Oh you’re a naughty girl!” I growled, dropping my shoulder and placing her over it.

  She was squealing loudly now, like a five-year-old in the throes of excitement!

  I smacked her butt as I travelled back to our room. I closed the door behind us, to give me time to get to her, if she tried to escape again.

  She was still giggling when I threw her down on her back on the bed.

  I climbed over the top of her, effectively pinning her down. She put her hands against my chest and attempted to push me away, though not very convincingly, since her legs were already wrapping around my hips.

  I grabbed both her hands and placed them above her head, holding them in place with my dominant left hand.

  “What’s this?” I asked, lifting the edge of her lacy black bra with my finger.

  “A bra!” she said uncooperatively.

  “Well... why is it on?” I growled.

  “To hold my boobs up!” she laughed. “Do you like my thong?” she asked all innocently.

  I groaned... Yes! Damn it, yes! I do!

  “I think my cock would like it better if it weren’t there at all!” I reasoned huskily.

  “Oh... so you know how to use that piece down there do you?” she teased.

  I began a smooth rhythm, humping her through our clothes... rubbing the hard ridge of my cock against her clit. In addition, I lifted both her breasts out of the lacy cups of her bra and began to suck on them.

  Yes... I definitely know how to use my ‘piece’, I inwardly chuckled.

  Summer.

  It had been so long since I felt energized... and I was so horny my body needed to have multiple orgasms... stat!

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��d goaded Blake into pursuit... not that it was hard to do... he was always a willing participant.

  He finally had me pinned under him, so he began to move against me. Coupled with his sudden suckling of my breasts, I was being torn apart. My breasts were so desperate for release... so sensitive to touch; and my clit was so ready to explode, that my orgasm had already booked passage. I was a goner the moment he touched me.

  My orgasm was building in record time... the heightened intensity a tribute to my recent lack of potent sex.

  Talking for me ceased... I couldn’t hear or concentrate on anything Blake said... I was being devoured by bliss uncontrollable!

  Blake.

  Summer was moaning so much, and her responses were so turned on that I didn’t have time to change my game plan, except that I knew I wanted to ride this wave of pleasure with her. In less than a quarter of her normal time to orgasm, she was almost there. I was in awe.

  “I want to fuck you Summer... I want your panties off!” I said, breathlessly.

  I wasn’t going to touch any other part of her... she was super aroused already. A slight breeze could tip her over.

  I let go of her hands... then I quickly stood on the bed over the top of her, taking my boxers off, before sitting back down on my feet in a prayer position. I pulled off her panties... she still looked highly aroused; the mere moments it took me thus far to remove unwanted clothing had done nothing to diminish her arousal.

  I couldn’t help it... I was an asshole that wanted her to tell me she wanted me, even though it was clearly evident she did.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked.

  “God damn it Blake!” she shouted, “Fuck me, NOW!”

  I grinned from ear to ear... as I pulled her legs out and over my thighs; positioning my cock at her entrance, I quickly felt her there, before ramming myself in as hard as I could.

  FUCK! She was so wet... so bloody aroused. Her slim fit was still tight, but the lubrication made the tightness smoother to plunge into.

  I didn’t even still myself... I just started fucking her for all I was worth, making up for the last ten days... claiming her pussy for myself all over again. She suddenly surged forward in her climax... she’d never done that before... she normally had a predictable climb.

  “Aaaahhh!” she screamed, quickly followed by an ear-splitting version of my name.

  I continued, my climax building swifter than normal, since she came so quickly, but on the tail of my own, I could feel her quaking and shivering... hear her moans and whimpers... and recognised her building up again into another orgasm...

  Jeezus! These were fast... almost on top of each other. I couldn’t remain silent.

  “You feel so fucking good Summer... ahhh... Shit! Come for me again! Come Summer... let yourself go!” I coaxed.

  “Ugh,” she groaned, over and over. Her hands grabbing at the bed cover.

  “Damn... your pussy’s grabbing my dick Summer!” I said... our eyes had remained locked... hers rolled up a little, but immediately returned. I was pounding into her... we were almost there. Her sounds were rattling over each other. I was calling out single syllable swear words.

  Then it was just her name... I was calling her name, over and over!

  My cock was jerking, I was screaming, my cum was being buried deep within her, and her screams as she too orgasmed for a second time were music to my ears... my name!

  *

  Summer’s return to normal was immensely satisfying. Our sex was exquisite... she was horny all the time! I was finding it difficult to keep up with her after a week... simply because I was so God Damned tired!

  Her appetite had returned too. She was scared to put weight on too fast, so she tempered it so she wouldn’t overshoot her normal weight, especially given her current profession. But it was hard for her... she said she hadn’t felt this starved since she was a little girl. It broke my heart to hear her say that, but I was glad the circumstances were nothing alike.

  She continued her modeling work on the weekends, and I travelled with her more often than not. We traversed the exam period relatively unscathed.

  December 16th finally arrived; on the calendar that also listed her off week as next week. She was convinced that now things were getting back to normal, everything would fall into place, and she didn’t really need the appointment; but even though I felt she was probably right, I still wanted her to go and just be sure about everything, before we settled in for our Winter break and the Christmas and New Year season.

  Of course this meant I was attending, since I said I would. I had to admit... I was nervous at seeing her ‘female issues’ doctor.

  Chapter 17

  Summer.

  We headed out the door of our apartment, en route to my appointment with Dr Drake, by 9am. I was feeling great... I really was! However, I completely understood Blake’s concerns... I’d be the same with him.

  Blake drove... as per usual; making great time along the I-80 and I-280, despite a fairly decent amount of traffic. The remaining journey after exiting onto the Newark Turnpike was tedious... This was why we had left with plenty of time. I occupied myself by singing along to my latest CD purchase... Playing in the Shadows by British singer and rapper, ‘Example.’

  Blake ignored my terrible singing... hey; people couldn’t be great at everything. He kept his eyes forward, monitoring the traffic around him.

  He was looking decidedly cool today, with a pair of charcoal denim loose-fit jeans, a crisp white long sleeved shirt, with the arms turned up to his elbows over the top of his bottle green v-neck sweater, his shirt collar neatly folding out the top. He had a double breasted, black woolen, thigh length jacket in the back to keep him warm outside. On his feet he was wearing a pair of black ‘Emerica’ skate shoes, which added funk to his model worthy outfit. He also currently wore a dark pair of Aviator Ray-Ban sunglasses, and his hair had the messy, just fucked look... YUM!

  I was wearing blue denim skinny jeans, and a white skivvy under a Brown ‘Paul Smith’ jacket I had pilfered from a recent shoot; alongside tan suede lace up boots, and a multicolored ‘Target’ light woolen scarf with matching cable knit beanie over my loose hair. My choice in sunnies was another freebie from work, a pair of gold colored Balenciaga sunglasses. My hand bag was a thrift shop find... a denim jeans styled bag with red tartan lining.

  We’d packed a travel bag, since I had work on the Upper East Side the whole weekend, and we were going to stay with Sally for the weekend. We would be visiting with Julie on Sunday evening, on our way home.

  By the time we found a car park, made our way into the doctor’s offices and notified reception of our appearance... we were merely on time.

  “I’m so glad we didn’t leave any later... we wouldn’t have been on time at all!” I suggested.

  “Just as well I didn’t succumb to your wiles then.” Blake murmured in my ear.

  “Um... I believe it was the other way around!” I replied, looking at him through slitted eyes. I thought about that morning, how Blake had been spooning me when I woke. How he’d reached around and began playing gently with my breast, while he kissed me behind my ear... and how I could feel his cock... hard against my butt.

  “If that’s what you think!” Blake said shrugging.

  I gave him a playful shoulder barge. I’d nearly succumbed alright... I nearly couldn’t back out at all, until I saw the time. He’d make up for it later.

  “I’m the only guy here!” Blake announced softly.

  I looked around... it was true, but with only three gynecologists at this practice... there weren’t a lot of waiting patients anyway.

  “Look at those women, jealously stabbing me with their eyes! Their men are gonna get it when they get home!” I chuckled.

  He just smiled at me, before reaching over to grab a magazine from the rack.

  “Oh... Cosmopolitan! Let’s see what they have to say about life!” he joked.

  One of my photos was in there... he found it
and cursed it... it was one from Cozumel with Sean.

  *

  “Summer Rogerson?” a warm friendly voice called out.

  Looking up, I noticed Dr Penny Drake... she always called in her own patients... she was charming.

  I grabbed Blake’s hand and we stood and made our way to the door, introducing Blake as we entered.

  Settling in her rooms, I gave Blake’s hand a squeeze.

  “Now what brings you here today?” she asked.

  “My periods have been all messed up.” I answered.

  “What do you mean by messed up?” she quizzed.

  “Non-existent.” Blake answered for me.

  Dr Drake smiled. “Okay, when was your last ‘existent’ period?” she asked.

  “Um... the week following the 25th September.” I replied. She raised her eyebrows... so I added, “I had a very light period the one after that.”

  “Very light how... I mean, if you were to put it somewhere between spotting and a light flow like at the end of your period, where would you put it?” she asked kindly.

  “Spotting.” I answered.

  “How long did the spotting last?” she asked.

  “Two days.” I answered.

  “Okay,” she turned and typed something on her computer, before turning back around to face me.

  “Have you been good at taking your pill?” she asked.

  “Haven’t missed any... especially since I have my phone alarm set for the same time every morning!” I replied.

  “So tell me about what happened around this September period, either during, or immediately after.” She asked.

  “Um... nothing during, except the stress of college and work,” I said... looking at Blake; he shrugged and slightly shook his head. “I’m not sure what you mean otherwise.” I said.

  “Did you get sick... did anything happen out of the ordinary?” she enquired.

  “Oh, the weekend at the end of that week... I went on location for work in Cozumel. I stepped on a shard of glass and it got infected... so I was put on antibiotics. But I didn’t get sick.” I answered; the photo in Cosmo had conveniently reminded me... and then I thought of Thanksgiving. “Oh, I was sick for ten days after Thanksgiving, but since then I’ve felt really good.”