Indian Summer

by lanie love

  “Stop hogging him.” She comes up behind Island. He is still semi-hard inside of me. I look over his shoulder and see Beau is out of the game for right now. Kimberly really did a number on him. “It’s my turn.”

  “Not with him Kimberly.” I tell her. She frowns at me using her full name.

  “Seriously?” She squeaks out. I give her a look that means back off. “Fine. Whatever. Can I at least suck that monster dick of his?”

  I roll my eyes at her as she stands with her hands on her hips. Island pulls out of me and rolls over on the bed. He raises an amused eyebrow at this little negotiation, where either way, he will come out the winner.

  “He can finger fuck you.” I compromise with her because that is giving her a lot. I know what he can do with those fingers.

  “Damn.” She’s disappointed that her oral fixation can’t be satisfied with Island’s dick. I know he would be more than enough to do it for her. “At least let me eat you out.”

  “Fine.” I say, opening my legs.

  Island all-out laughs at me pretending to be put out by her request. He once again takes control, putting us in a 69 position, me on top of Kim. My mouth is between her legs, licking her clit with the underside of my tongue while Island’s finger is deep inside of her, making her wet. I lick up her juices like a hungry cat lapping up cream. Island starts to stroke himself. I watch as he slides his large hand down his thick long shaft. I peek up at him. He’s watching me lick Kimberly and it is obviously turning him on. I stop licking her and open my mouth to him. He moans as I suck him in. My head moves back and forth, sucking him in long strokes. I take turns sucking on him and licking on Kim while she is beneath me, quickly bringing me to orgasm. I grind myself into her mouth riding out my release. Her arms are wrapped around my ass spurring me on, making sure she gets every ounce out of me. I had no idea she liked pussy so much.

  She’s coming.” Island tells me. His finger is deep inside of Kim. I pop him out of my mouth and focus on her. I smack her clit, making her come harder. She nearly bucks off the bed it feels so good to her. Finally, she stills herself and Island eases his finger out of her. It is dripping wet with her cum. He inserts the finger into my mouth and I suck her off of him. “You like that, Beth?”

  “Mmhmm,” is the only response I can give with my lips sealed around his middle finger.

  He slides it out, bends down and replaces it with his tongue. We moan at the taste of Kimberly as our tongues dance together. Completely turned on, he quickly stands straight up, grabs hold of the top of my head to keep me still, then fucks my mouth hard. I open wide to take in all his huge dick. Poor Kim is still stuck beneath me, but she gets her kicks by slapping me on my ass. Island manages to reach the riding crop and he joins her hitting me on the sensitive flesh, making it sting.

  “She’s getting wet again.” I hear Kimberly say in awe.

  “That’s our girl.” Island tells her, popping me hard on the ass.

  “Hey.” I take him out of my mouth to protest, but he quickly shuts me up by stuffing himself back in.

  My eyes start to water and the massive size of him as I try to keep up with his thrust and swallow him down. The more aroused I get, the more forceful he thrusts, until he pulls out. He pumps himself twice before shooting his load right on my face moaning my name. I move over to let Kim up and she laughs at the sight of me.

  “Cream-pied.” She teases.

  I look over at Island as best I can with my vision blurred with his cum. He is smirking at me, proud of himself. I wipe it off as best I can until Island leads me to the bathroom

  “I’m all for cum, but this is a whole lot of it.” I laugh, looking at myself in the mirror before washing it off. I turn so that Island can dry my face.

  Island

  “Beth, I meant what I said.”

  “So did I. Please don’t. I love Beau.”

  “You let him fuck Kimberly.”

  “I owe him. I’m the one who dragged him into this thing.”

  “You owe him? Do you feel guilty?

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I just do.”

  “Because you know what I say is true? You feel how good we are together?”

  “Yes, I do. You are very skilled. You are a good fuck, but that’s it. Think about what you’re saying. Fucking for kicks like this is one thing, but do you really want to go down the road you’re trying to take us on? Beau admires you. And he loves me. You are his dearest friend. You can’t throw your friendship away in return for a few more good fucks.”

  I cup her face and she leans into my hand.

  “That is not what this is. Do you think I would destroy a lifelong friendship over a few good fucks?”

  She moves my hand from her face.

  “We can’t do this to him. It isn’t right. This has to be it between us.”

  “So, I guess now I can fuck Kimberly?” I’m trying to hurt her and I hate myself for it when I see it’s working.

  “I can’t stop you. I’m sorry I did. It wasn’t my place to.”

  “I won’t fuck your friend.” I tell her, not liking the pain I see in her face. She exhales, relieved.

  “Thank you. Thank you for everything.” She turns from me to go back to Beau.

  “Bethy, that was hot.” He says to her when we walk back into the playroom.

  “Round two?” Kimberly offers, still naked as a jaybird.

  “We are leaving.” Beau tells her.

  “Okay. I have a date with this guy Clint tonight anyway. I’ll save some of me for him.”

  “Clint?” Beau and I say together.

  “Yup. Met him earlier. He’s working on a pilot for a new sitcom on the WB, so he’s hella hot and about to be hella famous.”

  I’d shake my head at her, but all I can do is laugh. My brother has no idea what he is about to get himself into with her.

  “Thanks for bending the rule about only subs in the playroom.” Beau tells me. “It put the spice in this whole thing and I think my girl and I have finally gotten it all out of our systems.” He turns to Beth for confirmation and she nods.

  I’m torn inside, watching her get dressed, knowing I will never have her again. I want to stop her, to tell Beau to fuck off, friendship be damned, she’s mine, but I know I can’t do that. Truth be told, all we have is two fucks between us. They were the two best fucks of my life, but I can’t guarantee anything more will come of it. I’m a selfish bastard, but even I have my limits. I can’t ask her to risk it all and leave the man who loves her for one who just gets her off in bed. Trying my damnedest to give up this fight I have been waging in my head for her, I walk like a sullen child with them to the elevator.

  “Beth.” I say goodbye to her.

  “Goodbye, Island.” She says in return, finalizing us.

  But something in the way she looks at me with those baby blues tells me otherwise. So I will bide my time until she is ready to admit what I already know: she is mine.

  Whatever this is between us, it is only just beginning.

  Chapter Four

  One Month Later

  Beth

  My hands creep under the covers to the apex of my open legs. I’ve just had the mother of all wet dreams and my body is begging for me to make it come. My fingers plunge in and out of my core. I know just where to touch myself to make me come fast. If I was being honest and believe me, I’m not, I would admit it was Island’s hands that know exactly where to touch me. I moan his name when I come.

  And no, I don’t feel a bit of guilt for it right now. It’s not like Beau is fucking me to where I call his name these days. Things haven’t been the same between us since that stupid foursome. It was instantaneous. As soon as we were alone together again and had a moment to think about what we’d done, a mile-wide wall went up between us.

  Once the thrill was gone, we were left with the reality of it: we’d invited other people in our relationship. I suppose letting me fuck his best friend was too high a price t
o pay to see me with Kim. It’s not like Island isn’t a part of his everyday life. It’s not like he isn’t a part of our everyday life. We’re reminded of it every time we go into the office. Beau just ignores it and pours himself into his work. I keep my mouth shut and I don’t complain. I wouldn’t know what to say at this point anyway.

  He and I haven’t made love since that day. A whole damn month and we haven’t made love. We accept the excuses from one another about it being work, and it’s true, we’re both tired all the time. We are also in denial and what’s worse is that we both know it. We’ve gone from fucking every day to nothing, so yeah, we’re in serious trouble.

  He thinks it’s because my grandparents are visiting and putting a cramp in our style. They’ve taken up residence in the guest house on the other end of the property, so it’s not like they’re underfoot. Secretly, I’m happy for the reprieve. I don’t want to have to explain to Beau why I’m suddenly not jumping on him for sex and my grandparents being around is as good an excuse as any.

  I should use them being here as an excuse to take a hard, long look at my life, but I’m pretty much doing the opposite. Thoroughly done with myself, I throw the covers off and hop in the shower.

  I spend the morning padding around the house in Laguna Hills. Beau’s unopened boxes are still stacked up high from where he hasn’t bothered to unpack them, even though we moved in here a week ago.

  Dad retired early and moved to Palm Springs. He left the Laguna house to me. He’s still not speaking to me, though. He’s hurt that I refused to take over the family business. I happen to be the heir to one of the most successful hotel chains in the country, The Estabrook, but I want nothing to do with taking over the board like he wants me to. I have my own career to pursue.

  From the time I had my very first dental visit at the age of 4, I knew that’s what I wanted to be. I don’t think Dad will ever truly forgive me for turning my back on the family business. The fact that I’m now head Dentist at my office helps take some of the sting away for him. He will settle for nothing but the top position for his baby girl. I really should stop being ridiculous and call him. I know he has trouble letting go of things. He sure didn’t get that from Grandma Jane. She bends like the wind. Speaking of the devil and right on cue, she comes blowing in.

  “Your Grandpa wants coffee.” She says. Her long silver hair is in the old school pink curlers she refuses to part with and her pink cotton robe is all the way down to her feet. “Why he can’t make it his damn self is a mystery to me.”

  She disappears into the kitchen. Grandpa Mason is right behind her looking completely chastised for having woken her up. He says it’s more like hot air when she comes blowing in, since she hates getting up in the morning. But the one thing he gets her out of bed for is his need for her coffee.

  Flashes of this exact same scene playing out when I was little and would come to visit for the summer enters my head. This was once their house “before life and the kids took it over” grandpa always says.

  With nostalgia now on my brain, I wander into the four-car garage and take the car cover off the old mint-green Edsel with the faded yellow and orange peach pie bumper stickers all over it. Grandma Jane gave it to me when she and Grandpa moved to San Francisco a few years ago. Oh, the memories I have of flying down the road with her in this thing as a kid. It’s the very car she taught me how to drive in when I was 16. Grandpa would throw a fit every time she’d drive me in it. He said it wasn’t safe. Even after he had it fixed a thousand times, the gas pedal would still stick.

  “Do you know she ran right into me with this death trap?” He’d say to me about the Edsel, always loud enough so she would hear him.

  “Best damn day of your life, Buck-O.” She’d come back at him.

  He’d just grin at her. He knew it was true. He’d tell anyone who would listen that the best day of his life was when Mary Jane Winters nearly ended it by running into him. She tells me he likes to exaggerate about their little fender bender, but knowing how she drives, I tend to believe him.

  The keys are hanging from a rainbow-colored peace sign key chain on a wall hook just inside the garage door like they always have since I can remember. I grab them and slide in the front seat to start her up. She still purrs like a kitten. I run my hands along the interior. Normally, I love the feel of the leather seats, but right now they’re burning my ass. Thank God, for Grandpa putting in air conditioning. I turn it on and crank it up. This heat has me yelling at Fall to hurry the hell up. Who gave it permission to be late anyway. It’s October! Not only that, it’s only 8 in the morning and it’s already way too hot.

  A dusty old wooden box sits on the floorboard and I pick it up. I’m sure it wasn’t here the last time I checked. Grandma probably forgot it. She was up in the attic yesterday and must have brought it down. I lift the lid and pull apart the parchment paper that protects what looks like a bright red diary with a broken lock. I run my fingers over the wording on the front of it.

  This Diary belongs to Mary Jane Winters.

  I smile at her writing this when she was still a Winters. I love thinking about her being young and single. Since I know how old she was when she married grandpa, she must have been about my age when she wrote this. Dad says I’m a lot like her. I do have her blue eyes and the first part of her name, but I don’t think I have her courage. To hear grandpa tell it, Mary Jane Winters was a wild child before he tamed her. Of course, she always claimed she was the one who tamed him. I wonder if her diary will tell me which one is telling the truth. I almost feel like she’ll materialize to give me a strong talking to about snooping, but carefully, I open it up and read.

  Indian Summer of 1968

  Jane

  My Edsel and I are bookin’ down Ocean Avenue in Santa Monica. All of my windows are down, but that does nothing to stop my sweating. It’s only 9am, but it’s already close to sweltering, even here at the beach. Traffic’s Feelin Alright is cranked up on the car radio and my head swings in time to it as I try to get a handle on my nerves.

  I’ve waited two weeks to get a call back for this job interview. You’d think I’d make it on time, but just my luck, the car wouldn’t start this morning. Thank God, my brother taught me how to fix it before I left San Francisco and I managed to get it going again. I make it without a moment to spare. Now, I just need to find parking. I circle the block once and luck is with me, because a space is opening up right in front. It’s tight and I’m not good at parallel parking, but I think I can fit my car in.

  I wait impatiently for the man to pull out, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, checking the rearview mirror to make sure the bright red lipstick I put on earlier is still okay. I try to ignore the cars behind me having to merge left to go around. I don’t even look over at the person sitting in the car that I’ve just aligned mine with, but I can sure feel his eyes on me. I wonder why he’s checking me out so hard. Maybe he’s bored waiting for whoever it is he’s driving around. I wish I would have thought of that. Not that I can afford a driver, or cab fare all the way from Torrance, but trying to park is really bumming me out right now.

  “About time.” I say when the space is free. I pull forward and whip backwards into the space too fast. I try to stop, but my gas pedal sticks, ramming right into the parked car behind me.

  Oh man! Oh man! Oh man! I throw my car in park and get out to check the damage and it’s bad… it’s the worst. My whole back end is smashed in. Oh, man, what a bad scene. I can’t believe it. It was just a little tap.

  I look at the other car. And man, it’s an expensive car. A very brand new expensive looking car. I do my best not to pass out at what I know it must cost to fix it. But it’s just a little dent. Maybe it won’t cost that much. The driver who I was too shy to look at before gets out. Wow, he is so gorgeous. He could be the fifth member of the Beatles if not for the blond hair.

  “Are you alright?” He asks, with a mix of concern and anger. He’s rubbing at his face and the back of his nec
k trying hard not to freak out at the dent in his car.

  “I’m so sorry about your car. I’ll pay to fix it, of course.”

  “How?” He looks at me and then at my beat-up Edsel. “I hope you have insurance.” I hang my head in shame. “You have got to be pulling my leg.” He throws his hands up, totally ticked off and no longer trying to hide it.

  “But I can pay for the damage. I have a job interview in that building.” I Point to The Estabrook’s Corporate office building behind us. “But, I’m going to be late if I don’t hurry in.”

  “You have an interview with the hotel today, as what?”

  “As a marketing intern. I know it doesn’t pay much, but I’m sure we can work something out. If I don’t go in, though, I won’t make it on time and I really want to make a good impression. I’ll give you all of my information when I come back out. You have my word on it.”

  I’m starting to get nervous. Time is ticking and traffic is getting backed up from everyone having to go around the front of my bumper that’s still sticking out in the street. My jaw drops, looking at a man rushing out of the building like it’s on fire. The driver follows my stare.

  “Well, this is just great.” He says, seeing the man run towards us, checking the scene with a worried expression.

  “Is that your boss? Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him.” I say. Judging by the look on his face, he wants to tell me to take a hike, but his boss man interrupts us.