Always Summer

by Criss Copp

  Blake’s class schedule was better than mine... I wasn’t sure how he’d managed it, but he had every Friday off, in addition to Monday mornings. It was almost like he had a four day weekend! My schedule gave me Friday afternoons off and Monday mornings till 11am. My Friday mornings started at 8am though, so generally when I was leaving home, Blake was still in bed, trying to lure me back into our said ‘bed’ with him unsuccessfully.

  All this situation had really done was to enforce our isolation. Since the Jordan thing, not to mention moving a state away from home, we had been reduced to counting our friends as our pool of family members, with a sprinkle of some tentative association with classmates and online friends. Essentially we were our own island.

  I had a free weekend this weekend; it was the weekend before the emergence of our off week, which usually began the Sunday evening or Monday morning of my sugar pill. I didn’t like having sex during my period; not that Blake was complaining... I mean, just because I didn’t want any attention beyond some heavy petting, didn’t mean he had to miss out!

  I had definitely perfected my blow jobs and masturbating techniques! Our second week together saw my off week ushered in, and so I established a routine that had successfully seen Blake through that menstrual cycle, and hopefully those to come.

  We were leaving for Newark this afternoon, to attend a gig and after party with Julie and Helen; who were friends with two of the band members. I was looking forward to it immensely. Blake was excited too. It wasn’t very far away, and since we had been to see Julie nearly every time we’d gone in to New York, we had gotten to know a couple of her flat mates, and hung out with Helen as well.

  They had a sofa bed in their living room, which would be for our use. However, they were a little low on blankets and pillows, so we needed to bring those ourselves.

  We packed up Blake’s car after lunch... we were a little late at doing so, since Blake had found it necessary to accost me in the kitchen while I made us some sandwiches. Two orgasms later, we showered, ate and then packed our things into the Audi.

  *

  Julie and Helen came running out to us the moment we pulled up in front of their complex. They’d been waiting for us.

  Helen was a gorgeous woman, with milk chocolate brown skin, grey eyes, short hair akin to a Halle Berry pixie cut and a face the angels wanted back. Her body was another perfect example of the hourglass shape, and she was just a smidgeon shorter than Julie. Julie had recently admitted that Helen was in fact bisexual; however, she was committed wholeheartedly to Julie. They’d now been seeing each other for such a long time, I was certain she was right.

  “You made it!” Julie enthused, hugging first me and then Blake. Helen held back and then when the coast was clear, she too gave us hugs.

  “You three head in. I’ll follow in with our stuff.” Blake announced.

  I leant in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

  “Thanks babe!” I said.

  In the apartment, Julie and Helen alongside their two flat mates, Jason and Susie, who had both shared classes with Helen from the beginning; began pulling out shot glasses and alcohol for our celebratory beginnings of a great weekend out.

  “Tequila!” Susie squealed, while Jason cut up lemons and Helen pulled out a salt shaker from above their stove.

  “That’s everything!” Blake announced, as he dumped the last of our bags in the corner of the lounge room for later, and came over to the kitchen; coming up behind me and pulling me into his body by curling his arms around my waist.

  “Shots?” Blake questioned, “Already?”

  “Yep!” Julie answered him... “You need to be buzzed before we go out!” she argued.

  “It’s 3 o’clock! When does this thing start?” he asked, confusion evident.

  “8 o’clock!” Helen answered. “But we’ll be eating, there’ll be more people here soon and we’ll need to spend some time getting ready, so it will all be gone too soon!” she reasoned.

  “I’ll be paralytic before then if this is how we get started!” Blake laughed.

  “No, silly!” Julie scolded. “Two shots to start, then beer for the next few hours to keep the buzz going! Just pace yourself... please!” she laughed. “You won’t be able to buy anything when we get there you know!”

  “Um... durr!” Blake sarcastically responded.

  Julie stomped over and melodramatically slapped Blake, before turning and darting out of reach from his return swing. It made me smile to see them playing around like that.

  *

  The build up to the evening out was in full swing. The apartment was packed!

  I liked everyone here... all of Julie’s new friends, with the exception of Mandy, who was the typical blond bombshell... absolutely gorgeous and aware of it. She had taken one look at Blake and introduced herself, thrusting her boobs forward into his shocked and watching face.

  “Hello!” she drooled, (it was disgusting). “Mandy! And you are?”

  “Blake!” Julie answered for him. “My brother!” she clarified.

  “Oh... older or younger?” she asked, her eyes undressing him right there in front of everyone.

  I was talking to Jason at the time about the legitimacy of haiku poems, but my conversation was quickly stalling.

  “Um... older!” Blake responded, a confused look passing over his face.

  I walked to them and placed my hand on his arm.

  “And this is Summer, his girlfriend!” Julie said sharply.

  “Oh... Hi!” Mandy said, barely sparing me a look.

  “Um... Summer, it’s time we got ready!” Julie announced, looking at her watch, before looking up and giving Mandy a dirty look.

  “Okay.” I answered.

  I lifted up and kissed Blake on the cheek and whispered, “Won’t be long!”

  “Okay.” He said, looking at me with a smile and kissing my forehead.

  Leaving, I threw a filthy look at Mandy, who didn’t see, since she was staring at Blake’s butt, in view of the fact that he had turned around and accepted another beer from Jason; showing Mandy his back.

  *

  Julie, Helen and I were getting ready together in their bedroom. I was sporting the skinny jeans, heels and sequined top look. My hair was left out, and my makeup was sultry. Helen and Julie were doing the punk thing... knee high laced boots, short tartan skirts and tight black t-shirts... together they looked really good! It was a totally different look for Julie, and she actually owned it!

  After makeup was applied, we stepped out the room and back into the throng of surging college kids.

  “OKAY!” Helen shouted, encouraging everyone to quieten down, “It’s time to be heading out!” she announced.

  I looked for Blake, and found him seated on the couch, next to Mandy; her hand was on his chest, in addition to another on his left ear, and his face was turned in to hers. I noted his hand was wrapped around the wrist of the hand that was resting on his chest.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” I seethed.

  Blake.

  Who the fuck did she think she was? I’d sat down here to get away from her, after already dodging her when she purposefully ignored Summer when introducing herself.

  She’d sought me out and sat down next to me, asking me about my piercings. I endured it to begin with, but I was uncomfortable. This girl was hot... totally the type of girl I’d have been interested in tapping when I was without Summer. However, I was with Summer now... and those days were thankfully long forgotten. She was just another one night stand for someone else to deal with... my interest registered in the negative digits.

  Then she was touching my ear and attempting to coo in it. No amount of alcohol was going to get me interested in following this road.

  I informed her not to touch me, my girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate it, and so she gushed, placing her hand on my chest and leaning in tight, saying that she wasn’t trying to cut in, that she was just interested in my jewelry.

  Um… yeah! I w
as so buying that!

  I grabbed her wrist and was just pulling her hand off me, explaining to her that I had zero interest in her skanky ass, when Summer stood before us and angrily addressed the scene.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” she seethed.

  Now I was just fucking angry! Summer and I had come this weekend to reconnect with friends and have fun... not get into fights over stupid shit!

  I looked up at Summer so she could see my anger and hopefully interpret it correctly... she narrowed her eyes and turned to face Mandy, who had by now pulled back from me following my words about being skanky and having no interest in her.

  Summer wasn’t normally a confrontational person, she wasn’t exactly physically built to duke it out, although she’d whip the girl’s ass in a skateboarding contest, beauty contest and personality contest. So, Summer did things differently.

  Like the time when Natasha Sorrel had been teasing Julie about her quirky dress style, and had Julie in tears, back in seventh grade. Summer fearlessly walked towards Natasha, grabbed Owen Hammond’s tray out from under his face, with unfinished burger on board; and proceeded to walk directly up to Natasha, pick the burger up and smash the food into Natasha’s chest. She then took a step back and brandished the tray as a weapon, taunting Natasha about her choice in outfit. She’d received a detention, but then so did Natasha after the reason was discovered for Summer’s outburst.

  Summer grabbed a plastic cup from a passerby’s hand and without hesitation, threw the entire contents into Mandy’s face. Lucky for me I had seen it coming and moved away far enough not to get too much splash back.

  She then lifted her leg and grabbed one of her stiletto heels into her hand.

  “Get the fuck off of my man bitch!” she said.

  “What the fuck!” Mandy screamed.

  “Skanky whore doesn’t work for him... so get your diseased slutty self out of here!” she warned, brandishing her stiletto.

  Mandy shot up and went to grab Summer; at the same time that Julie barged through and told Mandy to get the fuck out of her house, and I had jumped up and pushed Mandy to the side so she didn’t have a good shot at Summer.

  The whole apartment full of people watched Mandy leave. Perhaps she had been overly punished for her stupid insistence of trying to get me to show some interest; but looking at Summer, I felt she deserved those ‘just desserts’.

  “I know it wasn’t your fault... but if you weren’t so God Damned sexy, this wouldn’t have happened!” Summer said aggressively.

  I just mouthed openly like a fish... what could you say to that?

  “I’ll be pissed now for hours! And the bitch stole my buzz!” she complained.

  Yep, the girl definitely got her ‘just desserts’... I was gonna have to tread carefully for the next couple of hours, and it wasn’t even my fault!

  It was time to make it well known that Summer and I were both completely off the market. I already had plans as to how we could achieve that heightened status, these plans needed to be instigated really soon.

  Summer.

  The previous weekend ended up being awesome, despite the slut! My period had held off till the Monday morning, and we had enjoyed blissful sex over the weekend, as Blake attempted to make up to me for doing absolutely nothing wrong!

  Now Friday, the off week was at another successful end. Waking up and dressing for class I ignored Blake’s moaning for me to get my ass back into bed, because he had something to show me; since he knew my period had eased off yesterday, and was non-existent today; but he should’ve known I wouldn’t have sex till later.

  His eagerness this morning confirmed my suspicions that he had something planned for me this afternoon.

  Blake preferred penetration... he wanted to be sharing the experience with me. And now to top off my ‘off week’, I also had to get to New York this evening, since I was flying down to Cozumel, Mexico tonight at 9pm, for a photo shoot on Saturday.

  I’d be returning home on Sunday night, with Blake collecting me from JFK airport and bringing me home so that I could return to classes on the Monday. This was the first time we’d been apart since we moved in together. I was already missing him, yet I was excited to be travelling for the first time out of the states as well. I mean it was the Caribbean side of Mexico after all!

  Blake was going to go home for the weekend, since JFK airport wasn’t far from Northport.

  *

  A strenuous morning with my lecturer Mr. Holmstrom, who was a strict and inflexible character, not to mention regimented disciplinarian... left me feeling a little wilted.

  I pushed through the door, dropping my bag off my shoulder, to land in my hand, and being careful not to scrape my skateboard along the paint of the door, I wandered into the entrance area.

  “Honey... I’m home!” I trilled.

  “In the living room!” Blake shouted back.

  He was alone, thank God!

  Amongst our new tentative college friendships, Blake and I had secured a couple of interesting characters. Blake’s friend Geoff was a regular Friday morning gamer with Blake... passionate about his game to the point of overkill. Blake found him hilarious. Sometimes, we even had a mixture of guests over; Chloe from my Creative Writing classes was perhaps the most interesting girl I had ever met... I could see us becoming good friends over the next three years. However, right now, the apartment was our space... and due to my impending departure; I just didn’t want to share Blake with anyone for the rest of the day.

  Blake was however, engrossed in attacking Nazi Zombies online, on our Xbox 360. So despite being alone, he was talking to someone online, as they coordinated their attacks to live another round.

  I made my way towards the study room, dumping my back pack and skateboard in their place. One thing was certain, both Blake and I were tidy and clean, so our apartment was always clutter free.

  I then returned to the living room and made my way toward the couch. I slumped down next to Blake, and watched as the swarms of zombies died at the hands of Blake and his comrades. When the round was complete, Blake made his move.

  “Hey guys... I gotta go! My girls here.” He said.

  The typical replies came over the television audio.

  “Pussy!”

  “Pussy whipped!!!”

  “Fuck man! We’re winning!”

  “Hey guys... she can hear you!” Blake chuckled.

  No apologies, just laughter as he logged out and turned it all off.

  Turning to me, he grabbed my waist and hauled me over his lap so that I straddled him.

  Placing his left hand behind my head to cup the base of my skull, and pull me towards him, he settled in to kiss me, softly yet persistent. His tongue tentatively made its way into my mouth and encouraged me to invite him in to deepen the kiss.

  I encouraged right back.

  His right hand pulled the bottom of my t-shirt open, and slid up inside it to cup my breast, tease my nipple through my bra, and begin making promises to my body of impending pleasure.

  He pulled his face back.

  “This has got to go!” he said, tugging at the t-shirt.

  “This?” I asked coyly, pointing at my ‘Don’t feed the boys’ shirt.

  “Yes!” he said, pulling it up over my head and throwing it toward the television.

  “And this!” he said as he unclasped my bra at the back and whipped it off... throwing it in the approximate vicinity of where the t-shirt had landed.

  Normally about now he would begin to lavish my breasts with kisses, but he had obviously missed my body too much and was desperate; so he went straight to the waistband of my jeans and undid the button there.

  “Take these off... and don’t forget the panties too.” He demanded, lifting me up to a stand.

  “You’re in a hurry.” I chuckled, unzipping my jeans and beginning to slide them over my hips, along with my panties.

  “Less talk, more undressing!” he growled. But I detected a smile, as he whipped
his shorts and boxers off by lifting his hips off the couch, and sitting back down to reef them from off his legs. He then removed his t-shirt in his typical fashion by grabbing it at the neck behind his head and lifting it off of himself.

  I finished removing all of my clothes by the time he was sitting naked on the couch waiting for me to sit back down on top of him.

  He didn’t wait for me to make my own way to him; he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to him, so that I had to sit down in a straddle across him. He was already erect... he was always quickly erect!

  His erection pressed up against my pussy, awaiting redirection into my depths; however, Blake then began to lavish kisses across my breasts... suckling them each in turn until they were prominent and I was wanting more.

  He introduce his hand to my clit, moving back and forth from the entrance of my pussy in order to lubricate my nub, before settling on administrating all his focus on my clit and suckling my breasts.

  I was watching his tongue lick and then his mouth suck in my left nipple as the exquisite feelings of an orgasm began to build intensely. I could feel the promise of his cock still pressed hard against me... waiting for his turn.

  I moaned deep and long. Blake changed nipples and rhythm. The rhythm was far more vigorous and insistent; I groaned and gasped. The waves were building. I was going to lose control.

  “Do you want me to fuck you to orgasm?” Blake asked huskily, lightly teasing my nipple with his speaking lips.

  “Yes!” I whimpered, and since I already knew what he wanted me to say, I added, “Fuck me Blake... make me come!” A breathless plea.

  He growled, dropped his face, removed his hand from my clit, and guided his penis into my pussy. Holding my hips, he pulled me down onto him and groaned loudly.

  “You feel so good!” he hissed, as I began to move on top of him.

  “Fuck!” I snarled... his size was still surprising, the first time after five days of his absence.

  I wanted it to be rough; I wanted to drive myself down on him... Blake liked control, and since I also got off on him being possessive, I began to drive down on him; knowing it would make him take over and behave rougher to display his control of the situation.