by Lexi Archer
Long Distance Lust
Lexi Archer
Contents
Long Distance Lust
1. Taylor
2. Carrie
3. Taylor
4. Carrie
5. Taylor
6. Carrie
7. Taylor
8. Taylor
9. Carrie
10. Taylor
11. Carrie
12. Carrie
13. Taylor
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12. Big Question
Obsession Revealed
13. New Year
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16. Back Home
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21. Game Night
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Long Distance Lust
1
Taylor
I paused for a moment and examined the driver side of my car. The whole thing was leaning towards the back, and I’d been worried this trip would be too much for it to take.
Worry over my old beater of a car wasn't what stopped me in my tracks though. No, that was all for her. All for Carrie. The most gorgeous woman I'd ever known. The love of my life. The girl who wore a diamond engagement ring I bought her earlier in the Spring semester.
And now she was going away for an entire summer. I wanted to sigh, but she told me she didn't want any sadness. No long wistful looks. Just happiness that she had this opportunity for a paid internship even if it was five hours away from home where I was stuck going to summer classes.
And right about now I was getting a good look at the reason why I was so sad I wasn't going to get to see her for the rest of the summer. She wore a pair of impossibly tight white shorts, and I could see her ass cheeks underneath. I knew she was wearing a black thong because I'd been looking closely at her ass while we were loading things into the car.
Basically I wanted to take advantage of every last moment I had with my future wife. I wanted to make sure the image of her impossibly tight ass in a pair of impossibly tight white shorts was burned into my memory, because there wasn't a chance I was going to be able to get out here all that often with my class schedule.
Damn.
Carrie turned around and smiled. Her smile was radiant. It also gave me a good look at her striped tank top which was almost too small to contain her tits. Her smile was brighter than the sun above. I saw a sheen of sweat developing on my wife-to-be’s a breasts, and I wanted nothing more than to swing her into my arms and lick that sweat away.
Of course I didn't do anything of the sort. That would probably get me some dirty looks from the other people moving in all around us. No, the last thing I wanted to do was created a scene. Carrie wouldn't appreciate that.
Down the way a little bit I could see a guy pull up, but he was all on his own it. He stepped out and looked decently muscular, but I didn't think anything of it. There were a lot of people who seemed to be moving in all around us.
Carrie was doing her internship in a middle of nowhere small Midwestern town that only had a college and the company she was working for. Though course it was big by the standards of the Midwest. It was a college town, after all, and it did have the one major employer which meant it was a decent size as far as things were reckoned here.
New York or Chicago it wasn't, though.
The point is there were a lot of people who were moving here just for the summer for paid internships.
"So you're sure you want to do this?" I asked.
Carrie fixed me with a long-suffering look that was half annoyed and half serious. I knew she was tired of having this conversation, even if I was only half joking at this point.
"You know I have to do this," she said. "At least I have to do this if I want to have a job waiting for me when I graduate."
I held my hands up and shook my head. "Fair enough. I just wish you didn't have to do it.
She walked around the front of the car. Trailed a hand along the hood that was dotted with rust spots here and there. I couldn't wait until I got out of school and got a job of my own. Then I could finally upgrade my vehicle and stop driving around in a beater I'd been driving ever since high school.
Things to look forward to in the future. Like the day Carrie was home for good. Like the day that we said our wedding vows next year.
Although that was well off in the future. For now all I could think about was that my beautiful future wife was going to be gone. That I wasn't going to get to go out to dinner with her every weekend. I wasn't going to have lunch with her on a daily basis. I wasn't going to get to feel her so close to me in the bedroom we’d shared ever since we moved in together.
That had ruffled some feathers with both our parents, but it was cheaper and we were already engaged and fucking so it's not like it was a huge deal. Not to us at least.
Carrie brushed right up against me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Beamed up at me.
“Is somebody still upset that I'm not going to be around this summer?"
I took in a deep breath. Let it out. Though it was hard for me to do much of anything with her pressed against me. Her tits were pure pleasure pressing up against my chest, and all I could think about was the night before. What I figured was going to be our last night together for a good long while.
I wanted to rip her tank top off right there. To take her right on the hood of my car.
Of course I didn't do anything of the sort. That’d be a good way to get the cops called on us, and I was also pretty sure it would really fuck over my car hood. With my luck she might go right through one of the rust spots on the top.
"Well now," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Somebody feels happy to see me."
"Happy to see you and sad that you're going to be gone all summer," I said.
"Well we can take care of that," she said. "But first we need to get in there and claim my room!"
I was already rock hard, but my cock twitched when she said she was going to take care of my little problem. Not that it was little. It was a big problem. You know what I mean.
I figured the night before would be the last time we got together until I was able to make it back out in a couple of weeks, but this was giving me hope that she intended to have one fina
l bit of fun before she was taken away from me for a few weeks.
God that was going to suck. I hadn't gone that long without getting laid since I was in middle school, and it was tough thinking about going back to my right hand.
But right now my fiancée, not to mention my fiancée’s gorgeous ass in those hypnotic white shorts, were walking towards her apartment. And so I followed.
Her apartment key was some fancy deal. They didn't use old-fashioned metal keys. Instead she had an employee ID she waved in front of the door and it turned green like we were in a hotel or something. She turned around and both of her eyebrows went up.
"Impressive, isn't it?" she asked.
"Something like that," I said, though I'd seen things like that in the dorms.
"Well let's go in!" she said.
I looked down at the thing skeptically. "Are you sure you can trust that thing? What if some hacker or something…"
"You worry too much Taylor," she said. "Now come on! I want to see if anyone else showed up before us! Those bitches better not be trying to get my spot!”
Thankfully no one else had shown. Carrie made sure to get us up very early so she could get what she called a "prime spot,” though I had no idea what that was supposed to mean.
This place was nice. We’re talking the kind of apartment a rich parent would get for their kids. Every room was a prime spot. Every room was spacious by the standards of someone used to living in the dorms. Hell, they were even spacious by the standards of the small apartment I shared with Carrie and that I would be living in all on my own for the duration of the summer.
The nice thing about this apartment was the whole thing was paid for by her company. It was enough to almost make me wish I'd gone into her major, but finance had never interested me all that much.
"Damn,” I said. "Do you have your own bathroom here?"
"I do!" Carrie said, squealing in that special way she did when she was getting really excited.
I took a look at the attached bathroom. It was almost as big as anything we had in our apartment back home. Damn.
"This is really fucking nice," I said.
"I told you I wanted to get here early enough to get one of the good ones!" she said.
I turned to her and arched an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? All the apartments here have their own attached bathrooms."
"Yeah, but the ones in the back have an attached bathroom they share. It's only this one and the room down on the first floor that have their own private bath, and I didn't want a room down on the first floor with the kitchen and living room and all that noise. You have to think about these things."
"Oh," I said. "I suppose that makes sense."
"It makes perfect sense baby," she said, walking over and stepping up onto her tiptoes to brush her lips against mine.
Brushing her lips against mine only reminded me of what I was going to be missing this summer. Sure it was only a couple of months, but it was going to be an eternity of torture as far as I was concerned. Especially as far as my cock was concerned.
And so my hand moved down. I gave her ass a nice squeeze. She responded by letting out a delicious little gasp and pressed against me. Pressed her pussy against my cock.
I pressed my lips against hers and that brief brushing of the lips turned into so much more. I wanted to taste her. Feel her. To be inside her. I wanted to experience everything she had to offer, knowing full well that it was going to be the last time I experienced it for at least a week, and maybe more.
She pushed her hand against my chest and then pushed me away. Looked up at me and she was breathing harder. Oh yeah. It was on.
"You're being very naughty," she said. “Don't we need to put a sock on my door or something?"
I laughed as I thought back to her time in the dorms. She had a nosy roommate who seemed intent on trying to walk in on us while we were fucking.
I’d never been able to decide whether or not that roommate was being nosy because she was interested in me or because she was interested in Carrie. There'd been some ambiguity there. Maybe she was interested in seeing both of us.
Either way, what had started as a joke quickly turned into something serious as we started leaving a sock on the door every time we were getting intimate, and sometimes when we weren't getting intimate just so we could get her roommate the fuck away from us for a little while.
She finally got the message, and it'd been an inside joke between us ever since.
"I don't think we need to hang a sock up on the door here," I said. "None of your roommates are around, after all."
Carrie responded by leaning up and pressing her lips against mine again. She moaned softly. It was a quiet confirmation of how turned on she was. God I was going to miss this so much.
She moved one of her legs up and I reached down and caught it. Kneaded the hot and tanned flesh of her thigh. Enjoyed the feeling of her leg wrapping around me as she used her other leg to hop up and then she was grinding her pussy against my hard cock.
I moved her over to the bed and fell forward. Pressed my cock against her as she moaned and I reached down and started to pull up on my shirt.
“Fuck Carrie,” I said. "I'm going to miss this so much."
"None of that," she said. "It's just a summer internship. It's not like I'm moving to the other side of the world or something."
I groaned as I worked on her shirt. Moved my hands down and then up touching the hot flesh of her stomach which was rising and falling with every shuddering breath she took.
I was so turned on. I didn't know if it was because I knew this was going to be the last time for a while or if it was because of how fucking hot she was.
Either way I wanted her. I needed her. I was going to enjoy the fuck out of this last moment with my girlfriend.
No, with my fiancée. Even after a couple of months it was still different thinking of her like that. Getting engaged was something that was supposed to happen to other people. Older people. The idea that she had a ring on her finger and we were going to be married was still something I was getting used to.
I was just about to grasp the soft yet supple flesh of her tit when I heard a gasp from behind us.
"Oh my God!"
I hopped off of Carrie faster than I thought was possible. Faster than I'd hopped off of a girl since I heard a similar exclamation from my mom years ago when I was in high school getting a little hot and heavy with a girl who was only supposed to be a "study partner."
That’d been the last time I was allowed to have a girl up in my room alone under the guise of having a study partner. Even these days my mom had trouble with Carrie sleeping in the same room as me when we came home together for the holidays.
Though she changed her tune pretty fucking quick when I made it clear that if we weren't allowed to sleep in the same room for the holidays then we wouldn't be coming home for the holidays.
Carrie sat up and managed to comport herself with a little more dignity than I did. I stood there with my shirt still bunched up under my armpits and the girl standing at the door looked me up and down with obvious appreciation.
Any other time and I might have appreciated that appreciation, but not with my girlfriend, not with my fiancée, sitting there on the bed.
I quickly pulled my shirt down and blushed. The girl was hot. Not as hot as Carrie, but then again I'm willing to admit that I was ridiculously biased when it came to my girlfriend. Fiancée.
Whatever.
"You must be Carrie," the girl said.
"I am," she said. "And you’re Julia?"
"None other than!" the girl said with a bright smile.
She turned and gave me a once over once more and I shivered. I felt something pinch my back and I cried out. That would be Carrie right behind me making sure that I wasn't staring too much.
Not that she probably minded all that much. We knew we were the only ones for each other. I never got too jealous when I caught her checking out a guy and she returned th
e favor for me.
"Sorry for interrupting you," the girl, Julia, said. "But I heard a commotion up here and I worried that…"
Julia finally had the good grace to blush and look away.
"That's fine," Carrie said, not missing a beat. "Taylor here was about to help me move everything into my room anyway. Isn't that right Taylor?"
"Um, yeah, sure."
Damn. It looked like that last bit of fun I was hoping we might share might not be on the menu after all. Still, I had of the rest of the day and some of the night before I planned on heading back. The night was young and anything could happen.
2
Carrie
I grinned as Taylor made his way out of the room and down the stairs. Meanwhile Julia, my new roommate apparently, walked to the other side of the upstairs hall. Into one of the rooms that was attached to the combined bathroom.
If she was upset that I got there early enough to ruin her chances of getting a bathroom all to herself she didn't say anything. Although I did breathe a sigh of relief to myself. It was a good thing I insisted on Taylor getting me here early in the morning rather than coming later like he'd wanted.
Sure it sucked getting up that early, but Julia being here this early told me I wasn't the only one who had the idea of getting here early enough to stake a claim.
And I staked that claim by reaching up over the door frame and grabbing a key I'd been told to find there in the information packet. It was the only key that would work on this lock, and it was the old-fashioned variety.
Apparently the fancy new electronics the company used to control these apartments didn't extend to controlling the individual doors. I could only imagine that it was easier to leave a key over the door rather than letting people fight it out and figure out who gets electronic access to what room.
After I had my key I have followed Taylor out. I also paused for a moment to enjoy the way his ass looked in the tight jeans he wore today. I knew he wore those especially for me. It was too warm out for anything but shorts, and yet he'd gone with those skinny jeans that he knew I loved so much.
