Insurmountable

by T. E. White

  The sun had barely shown its face when I got out of bed and shrugged on clothes. I was sure I could make it back before she woke up.

  “Where are you going?” a sleepy voice asked.

  Shocked, I stumbled a bit after trying to put the other leg in my shorts. “Sorry I woke you. I have to train this morning. It’s early. Go back to sleep.”

  She sat up and the sheet fell away from her naked breasts. “Let me come with you.”

  I groaned and closed my eyes. “Come, and with me.” I grasped my dick tightly. “You’re going to make me get back in bed with you.”

  She flushed and bit her lip.

  “That’s not helping.” I shook my head as I spoke.

  She got off the bed, pulled my shirt from my hands and put it over her head. Then she bent to our suitcases that sat untouched on the floor in front of my bureau. Her lovely ass was in the air, covered only by panties I didn’t remember her putting back on.

  I beat feet to press my cock against her sweet spot. She squealed and stood up with shorts in her hand. “No, no, no.” She waggled her finger in front of my face. “You can only have it after you finish training. So what kind of training are we in for?”

  It was cute— no, rather, she was cute. “I’m going to row my boat around the lake a few times.”

  Stepping into her pants, she said, “And I’m coming with you.”

  With a quizzical brow, I asked, “You are?”

  “I am, and you can’t stop me.”

  She followed me down the quiet slope. Only the birds rang out. The houses that dotted around the still and glassy lake were all quiet. I couldn’t sit in the middle position for fear of risking us capsizing. So, she sat on one end and I on the other. I had to admit, it made it harder to row. Not that she weighed a lot, but it was good for a different type of workout.

  “I think I love it here.”

  I think I love you. The thought came before I had a chance to stop it. “Me too.”

  She dropped her hand in the water and I watched it create ripples. “Should you be timing yourself?”

  “No. The purpose of this is strength and repetitive motion. I’ve got to keep my muscles trained for this movement.”

  “You do this every day?”

  “Every day I can. There are things I can do on land but nothing beats being in the water.”

  I lost my rhythm when she took off her flip flops and let a foot hang over the side to sink under the water. It left her center open somewhat and I wanted to be buried deep in there.

  “You’re eyes are so pretty,” she said lazily. Her gaze smoldered with something like sin.

  I felt the cord of her gaze yank me up from my lustful thoughts. “My eyes?” I stuttered, then recovered. “What about them?”

  “Your eyes are blue or gray depending on the light.”

  “What color are they now?”

  “Gray, and that beard thing you have going is sexy as hell.”

  I hadn’t shaved, and now I wasn’t sure if I ever would again. “You like it.”

  “I do.” A mischievous glint caught her eye. She looked all around her. “I need to kiss you.”

  She started to move, lithe and cat-like.

  “Wait or we will both end up in the water if you move.” She stilled and I secured the oars inside the boat. “Together and slowly.”

  Our eyes were fastened to each other like two sides of a zipper. The closer we came together, the tighter our connection. Before she kissed me, she slid down her shorts, making my jaw drop. “What are you doing?”

  “You.”

  She gestured for me to sit, and she crab-sat on me with her legs on either side of me. Reaching between us, she tugged my cock out of my shorts.

  “You’re crazy. I don’t have a condom.”

  “I forgot to tell you. I got on the pill after that little scare. They said that I had to wait a cycle. I think it’s been long enough.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked, even though the thought of being in her again, skin to skin, excited me to the point of loss of higher reasoning.

  “Yes,” she sighed, as she slid down my length.

  “Fuck, Biscuit. I’m not going to last or we’re going to end up in the lake.”

  “I suggest you work on balance then, and make sure we don’t.”

  She slammed down hard and the boat rocked. I stilled her by taking her hips in my grip. “Wait.” Breathless, I needed her to remain motionless not only so the boat would steady but so I didn’t lose it on the next stroke.

  She kissed my mouth urgently, trying to coax me to move. I moved my hand to her thigh and strummed her clit with my thumb like it was a guitar string. She cried out a YES! that reverberated across the lake.

  “Shh,” I murmured before claiming her mouth. “You’re going to wake the neighbors.”

  I’d begun moving her up and down slowly so my breath hitched when I’d spoken.

  Lost, she sighed, “Oh my….” before I swallowed the last of her words.

  On autopilot, my shoulders and arms began working her like I would the oars, almost circular.

  “God, Tade, if I’d known you could make me feel like this, I would have fucked you that first night in the bar.”

  Dirty talk usually wasn’t my thing. I’d rather watch the silent words from a woman’s body to know if I was hitting the right spots. But hearing her say fuck was like an aphrodisiac.

  “Say that again.”

  “What?” she breathed, sounding like she was on the verge. I was close and couldn’t speak. “Oh, you mean how I want you to fuck me.”

  I exerted more pressure on her nub and flicked it until I felt her tightening around me because I was coming and there was no way to stop it. Roughly, she tugged my hair and it sent me over the edge. I groaned into her mouth, grinding her on me as her pussy milked me of every last drop.

  22

  Tumbled on the floor of the rowboat was how we ended up. She was sprawled out on top of me and I smoothed the shirt she wore to cover her bare ass as we drifted in the early morning light. It was serene and another first for me. I tried to shape the words in my mouth to declare my feelings. It felt right, but a motor coming to life on the lake had us scrambling for her shorts instead.

  We spent the rest of the day exploring the property, from the woods to the endless fields behind the property. I held her hand and didn’t want to let go.

  By evening, Red decided she wanted to make dinner for me. I had the place stocked by the crew that came in to clean and open and close the house when it was in and out of use. But she claimed there were other things she needed. I handed her my keys and gave her directions to the only grocery in town because she wanted to surprise me. She’d driven off and I was again faced with my feelings for her.

  Never once had I willingly handed my keys over to anyone, outside of being too drunk to drive. And this was the first time I’d given my keys to a woman. Clearly it was that damn red lipstick she wore that blinded me to her charms every time.

  I was checking my e-mails and text on my phone when I noticed a text from Camille. I hadn’t heard from her since she left for France after her stay. Her message was curiously short. Hey, Ça va?

  I was in the middle of doing a Google translate when another phone rang. The phone didn’t ring throughout the house, so Red must have left her cell. I found it under the chair where her purse had been. I picked it up to see the name Charles before it disappeared and the phone stopped ringing. I set it on the bureau, not sure what to do.

  She was going to realize her phone was missing and find it on the dresser. Should I put it back under the chair where I found it? I quickly dismissed that thought. I hadn’t intentionally checked her phone, but how could I not wonder why her ex was calling.

  I finished my translation and sent a quick text of, Good, et tu? to Camille before heading downstairs to the weight room. When I came upstairs wearing nothing but a towel slung over my hips, I smelled something heavenly coming from the kitchen.
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  “Mmm, what are you making?”

  I propped my head up in my hand, elbows resting on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living area.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know? Now shoo, give me… fifteen more minutes and dinner will be served.”

  “Okay. I never thought I would find cooking sexy, but you….”

  She cut me off with a kiss before waving me out of her space. I winked at her and strode off towards the stairs.

  Her voice caught my back and nearly had me reversing course. “God, no fair. You are not just wearing a towel.”

  I tugged it so that I stood naked before ascended the stairs.

  “I’ll get you back,” she called out.

  Red proved her culinary skills with a most excellent dinner of coq au vin, and veggies that for once I ate and didn’t balk at. How could I not fall for a woman not only beautiful and sexy but who could cook too? But that wasn’t the banquet I was interested in. Later on I found myself once again feasting on her pussy. She shocked me by curling around me and taking my dick to the back of her throat while we sixty-nine’d each other.

  Sated, we ended the night watching Gravity and debating the merits of whether or not the events were possible. Our debate came down to whether or not Russia would waste a missile on a satellite.

  I ended it by kissing her, only for her phone to shriek to life again.

  She looked confused to find her phone buzzing on the bureau. “Oh yeah, you left your phone when you went to the market. You got a call and I found it under the chair. I put it up there and forgot to tell you.”

  Already she was out of the bed and had the phone to her ear. She gave me a cursory glance before answering while walking out of the room. I trusted her. She’d been so afraid of my possible cheating, I didn’t take her to be the type to do it herself. Yet, it troubled me that she felt the need to leave to talk to whoever it was on the other line.

  The TV was on mute because we’d been talking. I should have turned it on but her voice rang out despite her seeking privacy.

  “Why are you calling so late?”

  I wondered the same thing. He, mostly likely with the name Charles attached to him, felt comfortable enough to do so.

  “I told you that I wasn’t coming home for break.” A pause. “Why does it matter who I’m with?” Another pause. “Yes, I’m with him, and if you want to know we just finished having sex.” We hadn’t, but the lie didn’t bother me. Better him to know that there was something serious between us if she’d given it to me and not to him. “Well, he’s not a cheater and a liar. I have to go. I’m about to have sex again.”

  She stormed in the room and came up short when our eyes met. “I’m sorry about that.”

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I wouldn’t press her. At least this time she was angry after speaking to him and not weepy. It gave me hope that her connection to him was weaker than it had been.

  “Not really. I just wish he’d let it go. He just wants me because he thinks he can’t have me.”

  She crawled onto the bed towards me. I circled my arms around her as she lay on top of me. “You’re really warm,” she declared.

  “You’re really soft.”

  “I’m in like with you, Tade.”

  “I’m in like with you too, Biscuit.”

  “I want this to work.”

  Me too, I thought. “Me too.”

  The next day we spent swimming. It wasn’t until I tried other things did she squeal and run from me. Hadn’t someone ever taught her to never run from a predator? I gave her a head start but chased her in the house up to my room. She’d peeled off her wet clothes by the time I caught her trying to crawl away from me on the bed. Wrong move. My wet shorts hit the floor with a light thump. I ground myself into her backside as she giggled. That damn giggle did it every time.

  “I’m sorry but I have to be inside you, like, now.”

  Without foreplay, I lined myself up with her entrance with her on her hands and knees, waiting. I slid home as her wetness glided the way. I gritted my teeth trying to hold myself back from slamming into her. She pushed her ass back onto me to spur me on. I pulled back and eased back in.

  “Oh shit,” she called out. Red wasn’t one to cuss that often. It was becoming clear, curse words were her go-to for expression when we had sex.

  “You like this?” I asked, not sure why I bothered with the question. I moved in deeper, pushing gently at her shoulder blades to lower her to the bed.

  “Yes, like that. Oh my god.”

  I rolled my hips, continuing to hit the spot that had her moaning. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed home, not once, but I kept doing it as she gripped the sheets with her small hands.

  “I’m coming,” she cried out, which was another first. Although each time we’d had sex, I’d felt her release, this was the first time she warned me with words.

  In and out, I drove into her relentlessly once she’d gotten hers. When I was about to come, I slid a hand around to stroke her center, bringing her to another release as I strangled out my own.

  We collapsed in a heap, breathing hard, with me on top of her for a few seconds before I could roll myself off.

  “I don’t think I want this week to end.”

  Me neither. I wasn’t looking forward to reality, and the thought that we’d graduate soon. What would that mean for us?

  23

  The front door was closing when my phone rang. Red had been sleeping when I left the room that morning. I wanted her to rest so I didn’t get her up. Palming my phone, I saw it wasn’t her calling.

  “Mom.”

  “Darling. We made it safely to England, thanks for asking.”

  Shit. I hadn’t called to check on my parents and whether or not they’d made it there. “Sorry. I’ve been busy.”

  “Of course you have, dear. How was your race? And what young woman has kept you too busy to think about your parents?”

  “Mom, it’s not like that. And I won my individual race.” I didn’t add that we’d lost the others.

  “Well, let me tell you how many broken hearts you’ve left on this side of the pond. You’re aunt says they stop by time to time to see if you’re back in town.”

  “I didn’t leave broken hearts. They all knew the score.”

  At the edge of the water, I glared at my boat since I couldn’t glare at my mother.

  “Of course they did. I’ve talked to Camille. You know she’s attending Harvard in the fall.”

  “Good for her.” And I didn’t know why, but I wasn’t going to extend that line of conversation. “Don’t try and set me up with her again.”

  “Why not? She seems very fond of you.”

  “I… have a girlfriend,” I confessed.

  The news left Mom speechless, which was rare for her.

  “A girlfriend? For how long, and why am I only hearing about this now?”

  “I’m telling you now. So don’t set me up with anyone else, okay?”

  “What does she look like? Is she pretty? Of course she’s pretty if you decided to call her your girlfriend. What’s her name?”

  The barrage of questions started to bring on a headache, but I indulged her. “Her name is Reagan and she’s beautiful. She has red hair and the most amazing blue eyes.” I was pretty sure her hair wasn’t naturally that red but it didn’t matter.

  “When can we meet her? Should we come down for dinner?”

  “You’re in England. Besides if Dad were in town, he’d be too busy.”

  “Well, tell me more about your Reagan.”

  “She’s a fourth year student and a humanitarian.” I didn’t give her the title of Red’s major because I knew my mother would eat up what I told her more.

  She murmured her delight. “Sounds like she’d make a wonderful first lady.”

  I shook my head, only to remember she couldn’t see me. “That’s Dad’s dream, not mine.”

  “Speaking of which, I should tell you that your
father is putting feelers out on a possible bid for the next run for president.”

  I groaned, because I knew what that meant.

  “I know, I know,” she said to pacify me. “But he’s waiting to declare until after you graduate. You have almost two months to enjoy the anonymity. After that, the press will start digging and find out that picture of our family used some of the campaign materials is dated by several years.”

  There was nothing to say, so I let the silence say it for me.

  “Tade, honey. It’s not that bad. We’ve done our best to shield you from the public eye.”

  “Like I haven’t done my part. I’ve never embarrassed Dad or got myself in the headlines.”

  “We know. And your father appreciates it. He does. But this was bound to happen.” She paused again and I heard her sigh. “And I need you to think about this relationship and how this may affect it. The press will follow us on occasion and they will be interested not only in your father’s life but ours as well. Who you are dating will make the news. I’m surprised no one has asked why we continue to use that family picture from when you were like twelve.”

  The year before I’d left for England. I remembered the photo shoot. “It probably helps that Dad isn’t very controversial in his policy,” I begrudgingly admitted.

  “That’s all going to change. They will ask him the tough questions and he’ll have to declare a side on each issue. Just be prepared. And what’s this girl’s last name?”

  “No, you will not run a background check on her.” I knew what she was thinking.

  “Tade, dear. If she’s on your arm, she will be scrutinized by the public too. You both should be prepared.”

  I didn’t tell Mom that I hadn’t told Reagan what my father did for a living, at least not specifically. I didn’t want her to run for the hills before I had a chance to totally win her heart, especially if my Dad’s policies weren’t in line with her humanitarian ones.

  When I ended the call, I was left with a heaviness in my chest. I feared the worst. Public opinion had a way of breaking up even the best of relationships. Had I done enough so that women from my past wouldn’t come out into the limelight to talk about me and my commitment issues?