Summer Fling

by Tarrah Anders

  I remove my boxers and position myself between her legs with my cock breaching her entrance. Her heels press against my ass, urging me forward. I lean down and take her lips with mine, twirling my tongue and sliding against hers. As I do, my cock breaches and sinks slowly into her pussy. I can’t contain myself and begin to increase my speed.

  "Fuck," I groan against her mouth as my hips crash down on hers.

  My cock strokes in and out of her pussy, driving hard to milk the orgasm out of her and to release my own. Arousal spreads through my body as our moans echo through the room. Being without her for the past several days has been grueling; I've needed the closeness of her.

  She clings to my shoulders, her pussy squeezing and contracting, pulling on my cock as pleasure races up my spine. My balls tighten and I have to slow down or she won't come first. And she should always come first.

  "Babe," I growl out. "I need you to come."

  "Get on your back, then. Let me ride you," she instructs with confidence.

  She places herself on top of me and begins moving her hips back and forth, swiveling one way and then the other. Her hands grasp my chest as she uses me to get herself off. My fingertips are digging into her flesh while I hold off on my climax. She throws her head back and her mouth opens on a silent scream as I feel her pussy tighten when her orgasm hits her, prompting the release of mine. Once she's done, her head lolls back and a lazy smile lights up her face. Her hips are slowly rocking back and forth, as my cock twitches inside of her.

  With both of us sated, she climbs off me, our combined orgasms dripping down the inside of her thigh as she walks into the bathroom. When she returns a moment later, naked and still glowing, she climbs into bed and cuddles up to my side.

  "Happy end of summer," she whispers.

  "Best way to end the summer and start the fall," I reply, kissing her temple and pulling her close to me.

  20

  HER

  My mother e-mailed me a few articles about the scandal of Pete's extramarital affairs without asking. My name was mentioned as the first of several affairs he’d had over the years, so I was thankful that I wasn't under the microscope alone. The news said his wife was the one who uncovered everything and she recently filed for divorce, which will likely hurt his campaign since he had been promoting himself as a dedicated family man.

  The phone calls requesting a statement have slowed to about one a day and I've still not said a word. I'll be damned if I'll participate when I had no knowledge of his marriage in the first place. I want nothing to do with him or his campaign, and I'm happy to see his deception come back to bite him, but I’m also a little bit grateful to him. After all, I've done well over the past several years and have found love again, but if it weren’t for Pete breaking my heart, I wouldn't have closed myself off for all those years and then opened up for Royce.

  My relationship with Royce has become something bigger than I had anticipated would happen between us. I'm no longer scared of going all in, and that’s why I've been thinking carefully about his proposition from last week, and that’s why I'm going to go all in and move in with him.

  I haven't told him yet, and I'm not sure how I should, but I've already told Effie I'm moving out and I've already started packing some of my stuff.

  I'm loading a few boxes into my car when my cell phone rings. Royce's name pops up on the screen and I smile, take a deep breath, and then accept his call.

  "Hey," I answer.

  "Hi. Listen, I've got the afternoon off work and I know you do too. Care to BBQ tonight? Jackson is leaving tomorrow and I was thinking about having a get-together."

  "Um, yeah, sure. What do you have going on in the meantime?" I ask.

  "I was going to tidy up the house and go to the store."

  "Want some company?" I ask eagerly. Now I know how I’ll surprise him with the news of my decision.

  "Always. You know I will never turn down your company," he says in a soft tone.

  "I'll be over in a little bit. Just need to finish something and yeah, I'll see you soon. Okay?" I'm nervous. Why am I so nervous?

  "See you soon," he replies and we hang up.

  I smooth my hands over the bottom of my tank top. All of a sudden, I’m sweaty.

  Oh gosh, what if he doesn't want me to move in? What if he was joking when he asked like he said? What if...?

  I have to snap myself out of the self-doubt. I need to relax and put my brave face on.

  "You moving out today?" Effie asks, scaring the crap out of me from the doorway of my bedroom.

  I look at the box on my bed and smile.

  "I'm going to take it slowly, but I think so, yeah. If that's okay with you?" I look to my best friend.

  "Girl, I couldn't be happier for you. You have a fine man and I know this is a huge step. I am excited for you." She takes a step into my room and engulfs me in a hug. I hug her back and take a deep breath. "Besides, just because you're moving in with the man-meat doesn't mean we're not friends anymore. Plus, you'll always have a crash-pad here."

  "You're not going to rent it out?" I ask.

  "Nah. Not right away." She shakes her head.

  I nod and put a few more essentials from my bedside dresser into the box in front of me. I grab a duffel bag and begin filling it with some of my clothes from my drawers, and then add the rest of my clothes from my closet into a larger suitcase. I call for Effie’s help to carry the stuff to my car and then I take off to Royce's house with my heart beating a thousand times a minute. My palms are sweaty once again.

  I grab the duffel bag and one box from the car and go to the front door. I take several breaths before I knock.

  Royce answers it, a confused look taking over his face. He's not wearing a shirt and it takes everything in me to look him in the eye rather than stare at his chest.

  I give him a small smile and a “hey.”

  "What's this?" he asks, casually leaning against the door and crossing his arms over his chest. His perplexed expression is replaced with a smirk notating the items in my arms.

  "Well, remember that one night, when you asked me to move in, but then you said you were joking?" I wait for his response.

  "Yeah?" he says slowly, his smirk erupting into a smile that takes over his handsome face.

  "So, I was thinking about it, and I would like to. Move in, that is. If, um, you would like me to."

  He doesn't say anything. Instead, he leans in to take the box from me and grabs my bag. After setting them just inside the door, he reaches for me, picks me up, and swings me around. His head nuzzles into my neck as I laugh in his arms.

  "Are you kidding? I've wanted you to move in since the second that I got this place," he says. "Where's the truck with the rest of your stuff?" He looks outside.

  "I only brought my clothes and some other random stuff. I don't have to get everything out of my room over there right away. Besides, I wasn't completely sure that you were serious and would want me—”

  "Babe, I only said I was joking because I could tell you were slightly freaked out about me blurting out the suggestion of moving in with me. I want nothing more than to go to bed beside you every night and wake up to you every morning," he says, his gaze worshipping me as he takes me in.

  "Well, then I'm going to put this box upstairs in the bedroom. There's a suitcase in the car and another box. I'll get more stuff throughout the week, but if you want me here, I'll be here."

  "Why do you think I asked you to help me choose the paint colors? I got this place with us in mind." He smiles as he opens the door and goes out of sight.

  Royce and I make one more trip to my house to gather stuff and bring it over. I don’t have a lot and the large furniture I’m leaving at Effie’s, as it isn’t really needed at Royce's place, or rather, our place.

  While Royce is packing a box, he grabs a picture frame off the wall over my bed and smiles. He holds it out to me.

  "You framed my notes." He smiles as he sit down on the bed, looking down
at the frame he’s holding. I sit beside him.

  "I did."

  "Well, I know where this is going to go," he says. "This is going to go over our bed."

  I laugh. "Whatever you want."

  "You do have to admit, it was a creative way to get you to keep dating me."

  "Your notes weren't the reason I continued going out with you," I reply. "I fell for the man who gave them to me. The notes, sure, they were a fun bonus. And very romantic. But it was you who kept me coming back for more. ”

  "So, despite all the craziness that happened this summer..." His voice trails off.

  "I choose you. Every day." I lean in and kiss him.

  He places the frame on top of a box and carries it out to his car.

  Epilogue

  HIM

  I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat from a dream that leaves my mind as soon as my eyes open. Emma’s arm is around my waist and thankfully did not stir from my sudden jolt. We’ve been living together for two years now and I couldn't imagine living my life anywhere else or with anyone else. My life before the town of Sweeny seems so insignificant compared to now. I still return to Sacramento once a month, but now I don't go alone. The clinic is booming and Emma’s shop has expanded to include an online store that has grown a lot in popularity based on word of mouth from the tourists who visit during the summer. She's featured some big designers in her store and online, with the promise of more in the upcoming months.

  All the events that happened our first summer together wrapped up nicely. Sylvie got the mental health help she needed while she was in prison and, upon her release next year we will have a protective order put in place in case she seeks revenge. Pete wasn't elected governor and is now divorced and likely regretting his decisions. My buddy Jackson is due back stateside any day now after traveling around the world for the past couple years. He says he has a big secret, but he won't elaborate. And Cyrus and Willie are attached at the hip with a baby on the way.

  When Cyrus told me about Sweeny, California, a tiny town with a population of less than five thousand, I never thought it would be the place where I would be the happiest I've ever been.

  I slip out of bed quietly and head downstairs to grab some water. When I come back to bed, I do what I've done nearly every day since Emma moved in — I place my hand on the frame over our bed.

  I created a way to express my thoughts to Emma when we started dating, a way to get her to like me. I started out having no idea what the entire message would say, but it rings true every single day...

  YOU ARE MORE TO ME THAN JUST A SUMMER FLING.

  YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING.

  YOU MAKE WHEREVER I AM… HOME.

  THE END

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  I am originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, but living in beautiful San Diego with my own little family while working during the day as a social worker working with the homeless. I am hardcore San Francisco Giants fan and anything dealing with cupcakes and Zombies.

  I’ve been writing since I was in middle school and throughout college. While it was a passion, I kept it under wraps and never vocalized or followed through with my desire to be a writer, until I read a horrible book and thought: ‘I could do better than that!’ So I started writing. I love to escape into the unknown world of my characters and let them speak for me.

  My writing style is that I try to keep on earth. I try my best to not be too unrealistic with my characters, what they do and how they live. I want my books to be relatable and not to create too many eye rolls, when a character starts calling his love interest baby after knowing her for 5 minutes.

  I am currently working on a several pieces or laying around on the couch watching Netflix, but likely spending most of my time buying up book covers.