by S. L. Adams
“So, just so we are keeping track, I’ve made you come with my fingers, and now my mouth. All that’s left is my cock.”
She laughs nervously. “We should get going or Gretchen and Blake are going to come looking for us.”
I stand up, reaching out my hand and pulling her up. “Want some help fixing your bathing suit?” I ask as I plant a peck on her cheek.
“Yes, please.”
I stand behind her and slide my hands under her shirt before feeding the strings up through the neck. “There you go,” I whisper, retying the strings. “I don’t want anyone else to see your boobies. They're mine.” I kiss her softly on the lips.
She giggles and sticks her tongue out. “I’ve never tasted myself before.”
“Yeah. Can I borrow a face cloth and some mouthwash before we go?”
“Sure.”
“Wanna get something to eat first?” I suggest as we make our way across the water park.
“Yeah, I’m starving.”
“Hey! Shelby, Alex, over here!”
I grab my girlfriend’s hand and head over to our friends. Blake and Gretchen are sitting at a table near the snack bar. Apparently, their squabble about Scrabble is over.
“Where have you guys been?” Gretchen asks as we sit down.
“Shelby had a little bathing suit malfunction,” I explain, struggling to keep a straight face.
“What happened?” she asks before taking a sip of her soda.
“Nothing,” Shelby says as a giggle escapes her lips.
“Ok. Maybe I don’t want to know.” Gretchen smiles and shakes her head.
“I’ll get us some food,” I say. “You want a burger and fries, baby doll?”
“Yes please.”
I lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips. She gazes up at me, her beautiful brown eyes sparkling. “Be right back,” I say tousling her hair.
“K. I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, baby.”
“I’ll go up with you,” Blake says as he pushes his chair back. “I’m still hungry. Want some mozzarella sticks, honey?”
“Sure,” Gretchen replies.
“You’ve got it bad, man,” Blake says as we head up to the snack bar.
“Nah. It’s just a summer fling.”
“Really?”
“No,” I sigh as we take our place in line. “But the summer is all we have. She’s going to Columbia. That’s a long way from Michigan.”
“Gretchen and I did it last year. I was in Michigan and she was out here in Montana.”
“Yeah, but that’s a little different. You live here. So you could come home and see her. And you can afford to fly back and forth.”
“True. But we still went weeks at a time without seeing each other.”
“Was it hard?”
He studies me thoughtfully, pressing his lips together tightly. “Yeah. I’m not gonna lie to you, Alex. It fucking sucked ass.”
I nod. “I figured as much. You seemed kind of depressed last year.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. Just enjoy the time I have with her and see what happens.”
The evening is perfect. We have a great time going down the slides together. I purposely choose only the two person rides, so I can feel her up while we are in the rafts together. I like the feeling of her in my arms.
“It’s nice to be together in public,” I say as we float along the lazy river. Shelby is sitting on my lap with her legs hanging over the side. “You need to tell Penny about us, before someone else does.”
“I know. I’m going to do it tomorrow.”
“Good. I don’t want to hide our relationship anymore.” I cup the back of her head, pulling her in close, our mouths joining in a lengthy session of licking, sucking and tongue wrestling.
“Get a room,” Blake yells as he and Gretchen pass by, bumping us towards the wall of the river. We ignore him, not even coming up for air as I give him the finger.
Chapter 13
Shelby
Someone is knocking on the door. I grumble, grabbing my cell phone to see the time. Eight-thirty. I don’t usually sleep late, but I was up until three. The lifeguard party lasted late into the night, and when I finally got to bed I couldn’t sleep. I'm worried about Penny’s reaction to the news that I’m going out with Alex. She isn’t going to take it well.
“Just a minute,” I yell, pulling on a hoodie and track pants. I yanked the door open. Penny is standing there, arms folded, her face a mixture of anger and sadness.
Uh oh.
“Hey, Penny. What’s up?”
“We need to talk,” she says, pushing past me. “Where’s Gretchen?”
“She’s on day shift.”
“Good. I don’t want her here. I will deal with her later.”
“What’s going on?” I swallow nervously as she paces back and forth in front of me.
“I overheard something disturbing this morning.” She glares at me as she sits down on the side of my bed. “I didn’t believe it at first. My best friend would never do something like that.”
I sit on Gretchen’s bed so I’m facing her. “Penny, I’m sorry. I was going to tell you. I just didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You knew how much I liked him! And you went after him anyway.”
“That’s not what happened. The first day I got here, the minute we met, there was an instant attraction. Before I even knew you liked him. He pursued me. I’m sorry, honey. He doesn’t like you that way, and it has nothing to do with me.”
“It’s because I’m fat, isn’t it? I’m disgusting. No guy will ever want me.”
I rise off Gretchen’s bed and sit next to her. When I try to wrap my arm around her, she pulls away. “Don’t touch me, Shelby. You betrayed me.”
“What can I do to make it up to you?”
“I don’t think there is anything you can do.” She pulls herself off the bed and heads out the door. “Bye, Shelby.”
“Cheer up, Shelby.” Gretchen says, wagging her finger. “Penny is acting ridiculous. If she was a true friend, she would be happy for you. A real friend doesn’t act jealous and spiteful.”
“I know you’re right. But she won’t even talk to me. It’s been two weeks. She’s never given me the silent treatment for more than a few days.” The truth is, I haven’t spent a lot of time thinking about Penny or making any effort to patch things up. I’ve spent every free minute with Alex. The only time we’re apart is when we reluctantly part ways to go to bed in our respective cabins.
We’ve encountered Penny twice. The first time, we were in the cafeteria eating breakfast. Alex was sitting next to me with his arm around my waist as we shared a bowl of cereal. I looked up to find her glaring at us from behind the counter. The second time, we were making out on the steps in front of my cabin. That was unfortunate as I suspect she was coming to talk to me and end the silence.
“She’ll get over it,” Gretchen says.
“I hope you’re right.”
“I am.” She puts her hands on my shoulders. “Now, tonight is your big night. That's all you should be thinking about.”
I study myself in the mirror. Every summer, Remington’s has a dance themed after a decade. It's the fifties this year. Staff are encouraged to participate in full costume. My dress is off the shoulder with a black checkered top and a pink flared skirt with a poodle on it. I have a matching scarf and hair bow.
“You look very cute. Now, do you have a sexy matching bra and panties on?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“And you’re shaved from stem to stern?”
“Yep.”
“Good girl.” She pinches my cheek. “Does Alex know tonight is the night?”
“No.” I chew on my lower lip, my stomach jumping with nervous tingles. “Do you think I’m making a mistake?”
“No!” She shakes her head vehemently. “Don’t you dare chicken out!”
“I’m worried about what’s g
oing to happen afterward.”
She tilts her head, wrinkling her brow. “Afterward? You’ll snuggle, maybe do it again, and then spend the night in his arms.”
“I meant after the summer ends. We haven’t talked about it.”
“Oh.” She sucks her lips between her teeth. “I’m not sure, Shelby. If I was you, I would just concentrate on tonight and worry about the rest later. If you want your first time to be great, you have to relax.”
“I know. I’m trying.” It’s hard though. The thought of being away from Alex is unbearable. I’ve fallen hard.
“Are you planning to bring him back here?”
“No. His roommate left early to head back to school. So, I would imagine we’ll go to his place.”
“You’ve got two condoms in case he doesn’t have one?”
“Yes, Gretchen. Holy. I didn’t realize this was going to require so much preparation.”
“Well, it does. And remember, the first time will suck. Just grin and bear it. The second time will be better.”
“Ok. Thanks for all your help.”
“I got your back, Jack. That’s what real friends do.” She draws me into her arms, squeezing me tight.
“You’re a great friend, Gretchen. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have this great job and I would have never met Alex.”
She pulls back, swiping at a stray tear sliding over her cheek. “You deserve some happiness in your life.”
“By the time they get here, we are going to be two bawling messes,” I laugh, sniffling as I hold back tears.
A light tap on the door breaks the emotional moment, saving our makeup from an onslaught of tears. Alex looks out of this world sexy with a white t-shirt, leather jacket and jeans. He has his hair greased back, with a pair of sunglasses on his head. Blake is standing behind him, dressed in a similar type of outfit.
The four of us head down the wood chip path toward the main building. Alex takes my hand, lacing our fingers together as we walk a few steps behind Gretchen and Blake. He slows our pace, letting them get ahead before he stops and pulls me close to him. His arms encircle my waist as he brings his mouth down to mine, delivering a sweet, gentle kiss. I part my lips and slide my tongue along his bottom lip, eager to send him a message about where this night is heading. He responds, deepening the kiss as he captures my tongue, sucking it hard. My courage and confidence skyrockets, propelling me to reach down and fondle his erection through his tight jeans.
“What are you trying to do to me, you little vixen?” he whispers, nibbling on my earlobe.
“Nothing,” I say in my best innocent voice.
“Uh huh.” He slides his hand under my skirt, slipping a finger under the elastic of my tiny, lace panties and teasing my clitoris. “Do you know how tempted I am to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to my cabin?”
“How tempted?” I whisper.
“Oh, very very tempted,” he says, sucking hard on my neck. He plunges two fingers inside my tight opening, thrusting hard. The sound of approaching footsteps reminds us where we are. He pulls back, straightening my skirt. “We will pick this up later, baby doll.”
The lodge ballroom has been transformed into a 1950’s diner. Red plastic booths sit along one wall. A massive neon sign hangs above a jukebox next to a makeshift sofa shop. Teenager In Love bellows from the overhead speakers as couples waltz on the black and white checkered dance floor.
“Wow!” Gretchen swirls her head in amazement. “Where did you guys get the booths and the soda shop?”
“My dad is friends with a Hollywood set designer,” Blake says.
“Would you like some punch?” Alex asks.
“Sure. Thanks.”
“No problem. I’ll be right back.”
I watch him walk away, my eyes fixated on his sexy ass. I’ve never seen Alex in jeans before. They look good on him. Really good.
Guests and staff mingle, dressed in a variety of period costumes. Gretchen and Blake wander off, leaving me on my own. When I notice Penny standing off to the side alone, I head toward her, determined to bury the hatchet.
“Where’s your costume, Penny?” I ask, forcing a smile.
“Very funny, Shelby.”
I stare at her, my forehead scrunched. What the heck is she talking about?
“Cause I’m fat? They don’t make costumes that big.”
Okay. This isn’t going well. Time for a different approach. “Penny, we’ve been best friends forever. Are we really going to let a guy come between us?”
“Did you come here with him?” she asks, her tone hostile.
“Yes, Penny. Alex is my boyfriend. It's unfortunate that it upsets you, but I’m not going to apologize. I finally found somebody, and I’m disappointed that you can’t be happy for me. You’re acting really selfish and childish.”
“Well, good for you.”
“Okay, Penny. I’ve had enough. I don’t know what else to say. We’ve kind of reached an impasse. When you grow up, you know where to find me.” I turn and walk away, my guilt obliterated by anger. How dare she? So what if she saw him first? It wasn’t like she had a chance with him anyway. I didn’t steal anything. He never belonged to her, except in her imagination.
“Hey, baby doll,” Alex whispers as he comes up behind me and nuzzles my neck before handing me a plastic cup filled with the mystery red liquid.
I take a sip, smiling at him over the edge of the cup. He’s so hot. And he’s mine. For a couple more days anyway. I glance at Penny. She’s watching us, her face contorted with jealousy. Was she always so selfish and spiteful? Pent up anger and annoyance from having to sneak around with Alex for weeks to spare her feelings, propels me to act a bit childish myself. I toss my cup in the garbage, shoot her a smug grin and grab Alex, planting a big, sloppy kiss on his lips.
She glares at me before storming out of the ballroom.
“Hey, wanna dance?”
“Absolutely,” he replies. He leads me out to the dance floor, pulling me in close as we glide across the floor to Love Me Tender. I wrap my arms around his neck, playing with the little curls at his nape.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” he asks as he caresses my back, moving his large fingers in slow circles.
“Yes, but I don’t mind hearing it again.” I take a deep breath, my stomach a tangled mess of knots. “Tonight,” I whisper.
He stares at me for a moment, surprise registering on his face. “Tonight? Are you saying what I think you are?”
“Yes. I’m ready, Alex. I want you to be my first.”
He swallows hard, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he licks his lips. “Okay. If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” I gaze into his eyes. He’s perfect. The guy I saved myself for.
He leans down, kissing me softly. “How long do we have to stay here?” he whispers in between nibbles on my lower lip.
“I don’t know. I guess we could leave whenever we want.”
“I want to leave now,” he says, taking my arm and leading me off the dance floor towards the exit at a hasty pace.
“I can’t walk that fast in these heels, Alex,” I laugh as we make our way down the path toward his cabin.
“Sorry, baby doll. I’m just excited.”
My heart pounds in my ears when he unlocks the door to his cabin. I’m really doing this. I’m going to lose my virginity. It will be ok. Alex is a good guy. He won’t hurt me.
“Are you nervous?” he asks as reaches down and turns on the lamp on his nightstand.
“A little.”
He rubs his hands up and down my arms. “Don’t worry. We’re going to take it nice and slow,” he whispers. “Undress for me, baby.”
“What?!”
“I don’t want a strip tease,” he says, chuckling as he sits on the edge of his bed. “I just want you naked.”
I stand in front of him, pulling my top over my head. He watches me intently, licking his lips when I step out of my skirt. I don’t know why I
feel shy. Alex has seen me naked. It just feels weird to be standing in front of him in my underwear.
“Keep going, Shelby,” he orders in a gravelly voice, his eyes radiating white-hot, sizzling heat.
I reach behind my back, undoing my bra clasp and sliding it off my shoulders. My nipples harden when the cool air hits them. I swallow hard as I step out of my black, lacy panties.
“Come here,” he orders, spreading his thighs and pulling me into him. He caresses my bum while his lips feather light kisses across my stomach. “You are so fucking hot, baby doll.”
I tremble when he rises up, taking possession of my lips with a deep, searing kiss. He turns me around, lowering me to the bed. I watch as he strips off his shirt, excitement pulsing through my body. He undoes his belt, sliding his pants to the floor as his erection springs forth, straining against his boxer briefs. Then they are on the floor with the rest of his clothes, leaving him naked.
Heat courses through my veins as he climbs on top of me, bringing his lips down to mine, his kisses demanding, his tongue exploring my mouth with focused determination. I whimper softly as he kisses his way down my neck to my breasts. My body responds with aching desire, moisture collecting between my legs while his hands and mouth devour me. He cups my breasts, drawing my right nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
“Alex, oh God,” I moan.
He raises his head from my chest, his eyes full of concern. “Are you ok, baby doll? Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Don’t stop. I don’t want you too. What you’re doing feels really good.”
He trails open mouth kisses down my stomach, bringing his tongue to my clit, licking and sucking me closer and closer to orgasm. I cry out when he slides two fingers deep inside me, sending me over the edge, my body shuddering as I climax.
A euphoric fog hangs over me, my thighs quivering as he retrieves a condom from the nightstand and covers himself. My stomach jumps with nervous tingles. Or excitement. Maybe a little of both. I’m about to lose my virginity.
He hovers over me, pushing my thighs apart as he lines up his massive cock with my tiny entrance. I gasp when he nudges forward, pushing past my opening. I won’t lie. It hurts like a son of a bitch.