“I love you, Liz.”
I kiss her slowly as my hand slides lower to find her wet and swollen. With only touch to go by, my fingers create an image of what her pussy looks like as it strokes the hot softness. My mind takes a mental snapshot that I’ll be using the next time I jack off in the shower.
I stroke and glide and pinch until I find the bundle of nerves I know will send her into heaven, and begin to rub circles on her clit. Liz‘s eyes pop open, an endless sea of green, and just as the finale of the fireworks begins, her body tenses, bows, and she screams out my name in sublime ecstasy, her cries of pleasure drown out by the cacophony detonating above us. But I don’t stop. I kiss and caress her until the last of her shudders subside and the most gorgeous smile spreads across her face.
“You were right,” she sighs coming down from her very first orgasm, one that I gave to her.
Yep, I’m feeling smug with myself right now. That and a bit sticky, I realize, the cum from my own orgasm warm in my shorts. It was worth it.I roll us over on the towel so that we’re laying snuggled facing each other.
“Right about what, baby?”
“We did make our own fireworks.”
I chuckle and kiss the tip of her nose.
“What about you?” she asks.
“What about me?”
“I, um, you didn’t get to...” her voice trails off.
“Yeah, I did.”
“You did?”
“Yeah,” I adjust myself in my shorts, planning on taking a shower as soon as we get back to the beach house.
“Oh,” she sounds dejected.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s just that I... I want to make you do that.”
“Liz, it’s not like I could help it. It just happened. Seeing you, hearing you moan and scream my name - you were so goddamn beautiful – I couldn’t stop it from happening.” That seems to make her happy.
“Oh, ok.” She places her leg on top of mine, scooting closer, our joined hands between us. “Next time, though?”
The hopeful look in her eyes lights another fire in me, but I tamp it down knowing we need to go back soon. Everyone must be wondering where the hell we got off to. Our phones have already started pinging nonstop with text messages.
“We have years and years, princess. So many years of next times.”
Chapter 11
Elizabeth
I hate how fast the summer flew by, but I did get to experience my very own summer romance, thanks to Jayson. He took me on picnics, to see a production of Shakespeare in the Park, and gave me many more secret midnight dates in our tree. He would leave me small presents on my windowsill to find when I woke in the morning. Little trinkets like polished pebbles from the creek, wildflowers from his mom’s garden, paper butterflies, and stars with little love notes written in them. If I wasn’t already desperately in love with him, I would be after all the attention he has showered on me the past month.
And like he promised, we’ve had many more next times. I blush as memories of this summer play in a loop. We’ve experimented and fooled around, tried out different ways we can bring each other pleasure without going all the way. We decided we wanted to take it slow, not rush into sex and let things work themselves out organically. We’ll enjoy each other and exist in the moment. It makes each time we touch, every kiss, every spoken word of love, that much more special.
Since we returned from our beach trip, Jayson has been working hard to rebuild his relationship with Ryder. Every day, he goes to Randy’s garage to help Ryder work on his new car. Jayson says that they don’t talk much, just wordlessly work side by side. Ryder has also been coming around more often, mostly to hang with Julien, but he no longer leaves the room when Jayson walks in. Things are still a bit tense, but I feel they’re at least going in the right direction.
Tonight’s our last weekend of freedom before we start eleventh grade on Monday, so the parents agreed we could have a backyard campout. It’s going to be Hailey, Brea, Jamie, Elijah, me, Jayson, Julien, and Ryder. We just got back from eating dinner together at Ruby’s Diner in town. It’s one of my favorite places because everything’s decorated like it’s from the 1950’s and the waitresses wear poodle skirts. They also have the best pot roast and fried okra. We’re currently trying, unsuccessfully I might add, to pitch our tents for tonight’s campout. How can something made of poles and fabric be so flippin’ complicated?
“Ow!” Hailey yelps, sucking her thumb in her mouth. “I hate camping! Stupid tent!” A few snickers follow.
“Hales, cut it out before you break all the poles in half,” I call to her. “It’s not like it’s rocket science,” I reply trying to fit a bendy pole into a fabric loop. Actually, I think it really is like rocket science, or at least you need a degree in astrophysics to figure out how the heck to put this thing together. Oh my gosh, this is hard!
Jayson comes up behind me and places a kiss on my shoulder. “Oh, poor baby. Need a man’s hands to help you out?” he murmurs suggestively while squeezing my hips. My thighs clench making it difficult to step aside as I tell him, “Be my guest.”
