by Bella Drake
When I got to Lucy’s, the front door was wide open and Lynyrd Skynyrd’s, “Sweet Home Alabama” blared out the door. “Hello?!” I shouted, making my presence known. No Lucy in sight. I walked through the house and out the back door. There she was swimming in the lake and as far as I could tell, she was naked. “Damn, this chick is hot.” I cracked a beer and took a seat, watching her swim. She flipped her body and floated on her back. Her perfectly hard nipples bobbed in and out of the rippling water. My cock jerked in response. After a few minutes, she saw me sitting there. She waved from the water and began swimming over. She climbed the ladder to the dock revealing her naked, dripping wet body. She walked up the dock and her eyes never left me. She pushed her wet hair back and smiled as she sauntered toward me. God, what did I do to deserve this? I thought, grinning back at her. My cock was growing by the second.
“Hey mister,” she said as she approached.
“Hey yourself.”
She reached down and grabbed the beer from my hand and chugged the last half of it. “Sorry, I’m thirsty.”
“That’s quite alright,” I said, ogling her
She grabbed her hair and twisted it, ringing it like a towel. “How was lunch?”
“Oh, it was frustrating.”
“Good,” she said laughing. “I thought you might like a little bikini delivery girl.”
“Yeah, I did very much but I think I prefer you like this,” I said while staring at her neatly trimmed pussy right in front of me. “You want me to get you a towel?”
“Why, when I have you?” she said as she turned and plopped down in my lap, before twisting from side to side, using me to dry her body. My cock was instantly hard and I grabbed her breasts. Her head fell back beside mine as I kissed her neck. She seemed to like that very much. I twisted her nipples gently for only a second and then I twisted them more forcefully, but not too hard. She would wince in pain than pleasure.
“I love how you touch me,” she said.
“I love touching you.”
She slinked off me after I said that and crouched in front of me. She went for my pants, ripping the buttons open and with force, pulled my pants off. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it to the ground.
My cock was standing at attention. She sat on her knees and slid her hand up and down my thighs and then up my chest, dragging her nails on the way back down. She started tickling my body, making circles with her nails and slowly getting a little closer to my eager cock that twitched in anticipation.
I looked down at her and she was so beautiful. Her skin was wet and glistened in the late afternoon sun. She had little freckles on her shoulders and I noticed for the first time, a beauty mark on her cheek that her hair usually covered. I was seeing her, all of her. I was noticing the little things as if I was charged with studying every inch of her inside and out.
She stared at my cock as she tickled my legs and body, looking up at me with a gentle, almost hypnotizing, gaze. I smiled at her with gratitude and she knew I appreciated her, I could tell. Ever so slightly, she started to tickle my balls with her nails. It felt amazing and I let my head fall back. She ran her nails gently up and down my cock, brushing the sensitive spot just underneath the head, making it jump and twitch. I felt a tiny lick on my balls and with a wet slurp, she sucked one of my balls into her warm mouth like a vacuum and rolled her tongue around and around it before letting it pop out. Then the other one. “Oh my god, what are you doing to me?”
“Oh, do you want me to stop?” she looked up at me with doe eyes.
“God no. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
“Just checking.”
She continued to lick and suck my balls for what seemed like an eternity before slowly licking up the shaft of my cock. She took its entirety, filling her mouth. She started doing her Texas Twist move and I moaned. “Yes. The twist.”
She laughed a little, stopping. “Oh, does someone like the Texas Twist?”
“Uh yes, someone does, please continue. You’re killing me”
She purred a little before turning her head and taking my cock deep in her throat. When she reached the bottom, she jerked her mouth around to the other side and sucked hard as she twisted back up and switched back around. She repeated the same motion over and over again.
“I got to know how you fucking learned that.”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“Oh, by all means. Sorry for interrupting. Please proceed,” I laid my head back and closed my eyes.
“Do you want to come in my mouth or my pussy?” she asked suddenly.
I jerked my head back up, eyes open. At that moment either would be amazing, but I wanted to give her pleasure even though she seemed content with sucking away all day. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She straddled her legs on either side of me until her pussy was just above my cock. She slowly lowered down, just enough to where the tip touched her lips. Then she would back off.
“Oh God!” I said.
“Yeah, I know.” She lowered again until the tip entered her wet pussy by a couple of inches. We both moaned. She stayed there and didn’t move. She was touching her clit and rolling her fingers in a circular motion. My cock twitched frantically until I couldn’t stand it anymore. She could tell, and so she plunged her entire weight down on my lap, making a slapping sound as she did so. I was deep inside her, all the way. Lucy looked and me and I at her. “I really, really like you inside me.”
“I really, really like being inside you.”
We just stayed there looking at each other.
“I can feel you twitching inside me.” Lucy grabbed my hand and we interlocked our fingers. She started doing little bounces up and down. I would feel my cock come alive inside her. Slowly she bounced a little higher until my cock slid in and out, slow on the up, then she would let her weight fall, thrusting my cock deep inside her. Our hands gripped tightly as the rhythm quickened until she was almost jumping up and down on my cock. She let go of my hands and touched herself, doing circles on her clit and one of her nipples. Her body tensed and I could tell she was going to come, and so was I. I was barely hanging on while waiting for her. “I’m going to come.”
“Me too,” I said.
Our rhythm went into a frenzy as we both came together and she fell on top of me, kissing me madly. She was still gyrating on my cock that remained deep inside her and our bodies slid side to side with sweat. We were both panting and out of breath.
“Wow,” she said, “that was amazing.”
“You are amazing.”
“Thanks, you’re pretty great too.”
“Damn, if we’re not careful I just might get used to this.”
“Well that doesn’t sound terrible,” she said.
I held her and caressed her back, my cock still inside of her. “You want to take that swim now?”
“Sure, why not?” Lucy reached down and slowly slipped my cock from inside her and massaged it for a moment. Then she wiggled it hard, causing me to jump. “Hey! Careful!” I said, grabbing and protecting my cock.
Lucy jumped up and took my hand, pulling me up. “Ready?” she said, pulling me towards the dock.
I took her lead and hand in hand, we ran down the dock and jumped in, plunging together into the cool lake. It was a perfect afternoon. We swam and frolicked in the lake like kids. We splashed water and dunked each other and spit water like fountains. I was having the time of my life. I was down one bad dude and I was safe, at least for now.
Chapter 12
Lucy
I must be dreaming I thought as I swam and frolicked with Matt. I could still feel him inside me and in my mouth. God, it’s been ages since I did the ol’ Texas Twist. I am glad Matt appreciated it.
I remember Jeremy saying in a smug voice, “I’ve had better” and then laughing when I asked him if he liked it. What an asshole. Matt’s cock filled me up perfectly in every way. He was a tender lover, but rough and dominant at the same time. Matt swam over to me and held me.
I could tell he cared for me. He was that guy. The guy that would save the family in the burning house and deserved good things in life. I wanted to give him that.
Slow down Lucy, I thought to myself as we kissed, drifting in the lake. I reached down, grabbed Matt’s cock and rolled it between my fingers, playing with it. I always like playing with cocks. I remember my boyfriend in high school. I would put his flaccid, limp cock in my mouth liking the way it felt when it grew hard. Something about it really turned me on. It was like I had power over his cock. I didn’t want to control him, just his cock. I guess in some cases that’s the same thing, I thought to myself while laughing out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Matt asked.
“You are.”
“Oh yeah?” Matt dunked me and swam for the dock.
“I’ll get you for that!” I yelled. Matt laughed as he climbed the ladder. “Who-hoo!” I shouted at his nakedness. I watched him walk naked into the house. His body was muscular, but not too muscular. He had a fair amount of tattoos. Just enough, but not so many that he looked like some sideshow freak. Every time I saw his tattoo with his daughter’s name on it I would almost cry, now knowing the story. I laughed at his white ass and his construction worker/farmer’s tan.
“You want a beer?” he yelled.
“Yeah!”
I laid back and floated. The sun had gone down and now the stars were bright and seemed to go on forever, and probably did. I felt my life changing for the better every moment. I don’t know who I was talking to, I wasn’t religious in a traditional sense, but I looked into the universe and I said, “Thank you.”
“Hey, Lucy!”
“Yeah?!”
“You got any nacho fixins?!”
I chuckled, he must be hungry after our eventful afternoon. “Yeah, I think I do. I’ll be right there.” I climbed up to the dock and grabbed a towel on the way in.
“Hi,” Matt garbled, his mouth full of food.
He was standing in the kitchen holding a bag of tortilla chips, shoveling them one by one in his mouth while naked. “Oh my, now that’s a sight,” I said laughing.
“What, you’ve never seen a guy eat chips?” he asked as he popped another chip in his mouth, just chomping away.
“Well yes, but not naked.”
“Oh, should I put some pants on?”
“Oh no, no. By all means, you’re fine just the way you are.” I liked that he was comfortable around me. I barely saw Jeremy naked. Sure, the sex was good with Jeremy but it was the same every time. We would start with a blowjob, then missionary, until he would flip me over and pound me doggy style. I mean it felt good, it just had no passion. Matt has passion and looks really good naked, especially standing in my kitchen eating chips from a bag. “I think I have some cheese in here. Yep, here we go… and maybe some beans.”
“Okay, do you have salsa too?”
“Looks like we are making some nachos, that is unless you ate all the chips.”
“Oh right,” Matt said, putting the bag down. He came over to me and took my towel off and threw it across the room.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s naked nacho time,” Matt said, holding me as if we were about to dance.
“Naked nacho time?”
“Yeah, it’s a thing.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, you’ve never made naked nachos before?”
“No,” I said, chuckling.
“Oh, you’ve been missing out.”
“I can see that. I think I like naked nacho time.”
“It’s a good time for all,” Matt said while grabbing the bag of shredded cheese and opening it with a tear. We stood next to each other at the counter and piled chips, beans, cheese, olives, and salsa. We giggled like school kids.
“Should we bake them or microwave?” I asked.
“Oh, you can’t microwave nachos, that’s totally illegal,” Matt said reaching over and turning on the oven.
“Illegal?”
“Well, maybe not illegal, but just plain wrong.”
“Oh, I see.”
“You don’t get burnt cheese in the microwave and burnt cheesy edges is the best.”
“I love burnt cheese.”
“See?! Everyone likes burnt cheese but too many people are impatient and go the microwave route which results in a disaster of hard-boiled plastic cheese chips. See, you need to be patient and wait for the oven-baked, crispy goodness of burnt cheese.”
“Wow, you really are serious about nachos!”
Matt looked at me with a serious face. “It’s the perfect food. This is the best part,” Matt said as he motioned for me to join him while kneeling in front of the oven.
“What are we doing?”
“We are praying to the nacho gods, what else?”
“What?!”
“I’m just kidding. No, you need to watch for the perfect done-ness.”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to watch things cook.”
“That’s water.”
“Oh, so watching nachos bake makes so much sense?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Thanks.”
We watched the cheese slowly melt as we sat there on our knees naked in front of the oven. “You are just full of surprises,” I said, tilting my head on Matt’s shoulder.
“Uh, I think that’s your department with the bikini lunch delivery.”
“Oh, did you like that?”
“No, it sucked. Please never do anything like that again,” Matt said in a seriously joking voice.
“God, I was so nervous. I never do things like that.”
“You shouldn’t feel nervous with a bod like that.”
“Aww, thanks,” I said kissing his shoulder. “You know what I love about you?” I asked.
“Oh shit, here we go.”
“No, it’s good.”
“Okay, what?”
“I love how no matter what you are doing you make it a time.”
“What do you mean?” Matt asked.
“Well… like right now for instance. You declared this naked nacho time. Last night you said it was lasagna time, then there was, of course, beer time. It’s just you make everything fun, like a game but in a good way.” Matt looked down and seemed to be bothered by what I said. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s fine. I just got a memory.”
“Of what?”
“I hadn’t realized I was doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Well, Cassie made up that game and well… I just do it when I’m alone. I didn’t realize I was doing it so much. I just feel comfortable with you I guess.”
“I’m sorry Matt.”
“No it’s fine, it really is.”
Matt looked back at the melting cheese through the oven door. “When she was little I would say it’s dinner time or breakfast time, you know?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Cassie would use it in the wrong way and it became our little game. Let’s see… there was eat ice cream time, go see a movie time, go to beach time and my favorite, butterfly kisses time.”
I cried while listening to Matt talk about Cassie. It broke my heart and I couldn’t help it. I got up and hurried to the bathroom.
“Lucy!” Matt yelled as I hurried away. I splashed water on my face and composed myself. Matt was sitting at the kitchen table in front of the perfectly cooked nachos when I came back. “See?” he asked.
“What?”
“Perfection.”
“Yes, it is.” I thought it was all perfect. Too perfect. I was waiting for something to ruin our fairytale romance here at the lake. Something had to happen, it always does.
“You okay?” Matt asked as he shoved a nacho into his mouth, burning it. “Ouch! Fuck!”
“The question is, are you okay?” I asked, laughing.
“Mm-hmm,” he said while chewing. “I’m good because it’s nacho time!” M
att said, holding his arms up like he was twelve. He was such a kid at heart and I loved that. His life seemed simple and care-free. Finally, a guy that was just nice and sexy and real. With my luck though, he would turn out to be a serial killer. I looked over at Matt chewing. He smiled at me and nodded at the nachos, insisting I eat. I smiled and grabbed a nacho and then crunched it. “See?!” Matt said. “Perfection.”
I was doing my best not to fall for Matt. He seemed perfect and my heart was beating by two every moment I was with him. I felt alive when I was with him. I needed to hold back though. I just met him and the worst thing for a relationship was to take it too fast. No, I wouldn’t blow it. I would be patient and let nature do its thing. She has been good to me the past few days so I figured I’ll leave it in her hands and not mine.
Matt got up and walked to the fridge for a couple of beers. I laughed watching his white ass. “What’s so funny?” he asked before doing a little dance.
“Oh God, I wish I had that on video,” I said laughing.
“I think I can arrange that.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” I paused and then said, “I like this.”
“What, naked nacho time?”
“Yeah, but no. I just mean this… you and I. This… us.” Matt looked down when I said that. Oh fuck, didn’t I just have the thought that I would take it slow and now I’m talking about us? You dumb ass, I thought. “Sorry, I just…”
“No, it’s fine. It just took me by surprise is all. I just wasn’t expecting to meet anyone up here.”
“Yeah, forget I said anything.”
“No Lucy.”
“What?”
“I like this too,” Matt said as he reached across the table grabbing my hand and squeezing it hard. I could feel some tears brimming up but with all my power, I sucked them back into the well.
“Who are you?” I asked, looking over at him.
