Summer Heat

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-This is a very early work of mine and by no means my best, but it's special in it's own way. I've picked up writing it several years after starting, so later chapters are far more polished. Hope you enjoy.



CODY


Our lips are about to touch in the most passionate kiss I have ever known. I can feel her skin, firm and taut under my fingers. I can smell her musky scent. Brrrring! I feel a complete aversion to becoming conscious this morning. I want to finish my dream about her so badly I'm about to burst. Damn it! Too late! And the worst part is this throbbing boner. It's almost painful for Gods sake. Why does it always happen this way? Why can't I just blow my load once while dreaming of her? She's the one I want to give this throbbing monster to anyway.

Ahh. The warm water of the shower feels so good. I wish I was in her shower, watching her soap up those beautiful mounds....Aw crap! I'm stroking myself again. Better turn off the warm water. Yaaaah!!! That's cold. Ok, well at least I don't feel like jerking off anymore. Yet as I dress in shorts and a T-shirt appropriate for a day at the beach. I can't get her out of my mind. Her deep eyes, her beautiful smile. Thank goodness I'm spending today with her. She's supposed to be my best friend, but I can't help hoping she wears that teeny black bikini I love.

"Bye Mom!" I yell as I bound out of the house toward my car. Ok, It's my dads’ car, but who's counting. I can't wait for her to see what I bought. I hope she likes the book. Robert Jordan is supposed to be a great author, plus she loves all this "fantasy" stuff. I put my favorite tape in the radio and speed off toward her house.

I ring the doorbell, hoping that I'm not too early. I know I rushed, but I really want to see that angelic smile. Her mother answers the door, and happily greets me with a "Hello Dear" and a peck on the cheek.

"Hi Mrs. McBlyth, is Angie ready to go?"

"Not yet dear, She's in her room, go right up."

"Thanks! Have a nice day." I flash her an innocent smile.

I take the stairs two at a time and reach her room. I knock once, twice, no answer. I poke my head in cautiously. Nobody, but I see steam coming from under the door of her washroom.

She’s only in the shower now! Geez! How do women ever get anywhere on time? She’ll be another year at least so I may as well make myself comfortable. I sit on the bed and quickly become bored and anxious waiting for her to come out. It looks like she left her computer on, and it’s the postcard I sent her for her Birthday last month. She must have really liked it. Maybe she cares after all. She hung up that poster I had made for her too. It was a picture of us our first time together at our favorite theme park. This just keeps looking better and better for yours truly. I’ve never really had a chance to look around here before. She is always rushing me out and dragging me here or there with her. I wonder what she is hiding. Maybe nothing, but who knows? Women’s rooms have always been a mystery to me considering that my little sister still has Barbie’s all over hers, she’s only 8.

I look over as something frilly catches my eye. What’s this? She’s laid her clothes out for the day. What will she be wearing? Oh! Her favorite jean-skirt with the flower print around the hem and her little she-devil tank top that she bought on one of “our” shopping sprees. “Our” meaning that she buys a lot of clothes and I get to carry them all for her. Yet I never mind, she is always very appreciative and gives me that cute smile of hers and sometimes a peck on the cheek. That’s when I’m glad I have all those bags to cover my appreciation of her.

Oh my, what’s this? I pick up the frilly thing that diverted my attention in the first place, black frilly panties with a picture of Mickey Mouse mounting Minnie from behind on the butt. This must have been a gag gift from one of her friends or something. I can barely control my laughter; I don’t want her to know that I am snooping in her things. I put the panties back exactly the way I found them to avoid raising suspicion. Next to them I notice a relatively plain bra of the same color. Despite its plainness I can imagine it looking spectacular stretched over her young firm breasts. I feel a slight tightening in my trunks.

I think back to the dream I had a few nights ago. She was there like always and she was trying to convince me to put on her clothes so that I could masquerade as her. I looked a lot like her in my dream and it was surprisingly arousing, but that’s another story. I begin to wonder if her bra would fit me as well as it had in my dream. I place the cups approximately over my nipples, raise the straps over my shoulders and do up the clasp in the back. I walk up to the mirror and check myself out to see how well it fits. Let me tell you it looks nothing like in my dream. I look like a reject from Benny Hill and feel about as stupid as I look. My, AHEM, ego deflates.

I hear the shower stop and try to remove the telltale underwear in a panic. I barely get the clasp undone. Why do they make these things so damned complicated? I’m thinking when I hear the door open. Too late! I realize and feel a sinking in my stomach. She calls out my name in that angelic voice of hers. Come to think of it, she sounds pretty annoyed, but angelic all the same. I turn around with a weak, but ridiculous smile on my face. I’ve come up with an idiotic plan to cover my tracks. “Surprise!” I yell jumping up and down.

“You stupid idiot that’s my favorite bra! Your gonna’ break it. Seriously couldn’t you think of a better joke to pull?” Yes! She fell for it!

I look over at her face to see just how much shit I’m in and notice that she is flushed with anger and embarrassment, her long raven hair wet and dripping. She looks so beautiful; her tall well shaped body wrapped in only a towel, with that wild look in her hazel eyes. I imagine that is what she would look like during a particularly pleasurable round of sex. Maybe riding on top of me so she would be breathless as well. I better stop thinking like that, my trunks are starting to feel like a thong under the exertion of my stimulated sex.

“Give it back you pervert!” She’s almost yelling now.

I sit down quickly on the bed so that she will not notice my condition. She misinterprets this as a ploy to keep her bra away from her and reacts accordingly. She hurriedly walks over to the bed forgetting to hold up her towel in her anger. It drops to the floor about half way toward me, though she doesn’t seem to care or notice. Now I have a very angry, very naked girl to contend with. My breath catches in my throat as she approaches. God she is beautiful!

When she reaches the bed she bends over me to reclaim the stolen underwear and one perfectly rounded breast thrusts into my face. Her pink nipple brushes my cheek and I see it begin to harden. I can’t help myself, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long I can’t just let an opportunity like this pass me by. I gather my courage, reach my tongue out and gently caress her nipple with it. I hear her breath come faster and think This is it! I close my eyes and brace myself for a hard smack across the face. It never comes.

I open my eyes to the sight of Angie gathering up her towel to cover herself and looking very confused. She’s shaking a little. A wave of shame overcomes me. I’ve scared her half to death and it’s all my fault.

“You ok Ange?” I ask sheepishly.

“Um… umm… ya… I’m fine,” she says in a weak voice.

“You sure? I didn’t mean to… I mean it was an accident.” I see a sad look come over her face.

“So you didn’t mean to do that?”

“No, believe me Ange, I would never do that! You’re very beautiful and I would love to, but I don’t want to ruin what we have. You’re too important to me.” I see her cheeks redden and a very faint smile glimmer across her face then vanish. “I think I’ll just let you get dressed, I gotta’ go to the washroom and then I’ll meet you in the hall.” I say a little too quickly as I stand up and turn around so she wont notice my throbbing monster.

Gingerly, I leave the room, pausing for a second to look back at my beautiful angel before closing the door. I enter the hall washroom and close the door behind me, making sure to lock it. I still feel guilty for what I did, but at the same time I am a little glad that I managed to get up the courage. My boner is still throbbing in my pants and shows no signs of subsiding any time soon. It will make me feel terribly guilty and dirty to do this, but if I don’t want to walk around with a monster in my pants all day it has to be done.

The image of her naked body coming toward me is still in my mind, making me feel both aroused and euphoric at the same time. In my mind events take a different twist. Instead of coming over just to take off the bra, she notices my condition, pushes me down on the bed and starts undressing me. As I imagine this, my own hands are undoing my drawstring allowing me to stroke myself through the cotton material of my trunks. In my own mind, she starts to kiss me, then trails down my body. I can almost feel the warmth of her breath on the head of my swollen member.

At this point, my very stiff cock has escaped the confines of my swimsuit and I am stroking it fast. I can feel her tongue circling the sensitive bulge at the tip of my organ as she starts to take it a little deeper. I can feel the slight pull of her teeth as her barely experienced mouth starts to go to work. I feel her tongue running up and down the length of my shaft. Teasingly she stops, squeezing the base of my manhood. I can feel myself getting more excited by the second and I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning aloud. She crawls up the length of my body, and straddles my hips. She kisses me lightly and gives me an evil smile. She places the head of my penis between her soft folds of flesh and impales herself on my erection. I feel her grind against my pelvis, squeezing with her tight muscles, almost massaging it with her nether regions. She lets out a soft moan; the only problem is that in reality I let out a much louder one. I realize I can’t keep this up any longer as the waves of ecstasy begin to pound through my body. My hand movements quicken and shortly after I erupt a river of white steaming lava into the toilet, while in my mind I cum inside my love as she climaxes on top of me.

“Oh Ange!” I moan a little too loudly.

“Ya? Did you call me Cody?” Shit, she heard me!

“Um… ya, I just wanted to see if you were ready to go” I try to cover my tracks.

“Oh alright, then hurry up! I’ll be in the car!”

“Be out in a moment.” Whew that was a close one!


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