by Penny Wylder
“I guess he didn’t want to ruin your summer. Since you don’t have your own cabin to yourself anymore, my parents didn’t think we’d have many more opportunities to come out here for the families be together like they used to.”
He lays back down with a sigh. “They’re probably right. With the way my ex is behaving, I’m sure we’ll be in court again over it soon.”
“I’m really going to miss this place. There are so many good memories here. And now my best memory …”
I look over and see him smile in the glow of the fireflies hovering above his head. He takes me by the hand and brushes his thumb against my skin. His eyes shine even in the darkness. Sitting up, he leans over and kisses me. His tongue tastes like chocolate and marshmallows, sweet and inviting.
When we part, words I hadn’t meant to say tumble off my lips. “I think I’m falling for you,” I tell him. And then I feel my stomach clinch with fear and nervousness. Was that too much too soon? Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
But then he takes my face in his hands and looks me deep in the eyes and says, “I’m falling for you too. But this situation is …”
I cut him off. “I know.”
I don’t want to think about that. I know what Ben and I have together right now will eventually have to end, but right now I just want to hold onto it for as long as I can.
He gathers me closer to him and kisses my forehead. I can tell he’s as sad about the thought of us coming to an end just as much as I am.
His lips find mine in the darkness, his teeth gripping onto my bottom lip, then my tongue, and we’re kissing passionately. His kisses continue to my neck and ear lobe.
“You’re so sexy in these little bikinis of yours,” he says. He undoes the side ties on both sides of the bikini bottoms. There’s no longer anything keeping them on my body. “And you’re even sexier without them.”
I giggle as he nibbles on my ear lobe, and fumble in the sticky darkness to find the drawstring of his shorts. Once I’ve loosened them, I pull them down, releasing his massive cock. The anticipation of having him inside me again is almost unbearable. I want him to fuck me until I can’t see straight, but I know if we dive right into it, neither of us will last long. I want this night with him to linger as long as possible before our families get back from the dance. Luckily we still have hours to go.
I touch the warm, rippling skin of his muscles. Pure masculinity under my palms.
I roll on top of him. Taking his cock in both hands. Even with my hands wrapped around him, fists stacked, the head still pokes out. My tongue licks at the drops of pre-cum on the head, then I slowly swallow him down, letting him sink into my throat. I don’t gag this time and I remember to breathe the way he told me. We stare into each other’s eyes as I suck his cock. The taste, the feeling of him inside my mouth is such a rush. And the look of ecstasy on his face drives me wild.
After maybe a minute, Ben pulls out of my mouth suddenly and I stare at him, surprised. He chuckles. “You’re getting far too good at that. I almost came in your mouth.”
I wrap my arms around him and grab his bare ass. “Would that be so bad?” I ask
“Not at all, but I want to do other things with you first.”
He moves the scrap of my bikini bottoms out of the way and spreads my legs to expose me. He puts his lips to my pulsing center and I moan when his tongue finds my clit. I grab the back of his head, my fingers tangled in his hair, and pull him closer to me. A flick of his tongue has me writhing and begging him not to stop. He opens me with his thumbs and his long, glorious tongue dives deep into me, snake-like, wriggling. It’s a sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Everything with Ben is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s so new and exciting and entirely addicting.
“You smell and taste so good. I could eat your pussy for hours,” he says and goes back in for more.
His fingers plunge into me, and with his tongue working my clit and the layers of my folds, I explode into orgasm.
There’s no waiting, no calm before the next storm. Instead he’s turning me over so that I’m on my hands and knees. Luckily we brought a blanket and so it saves me from getting splinters in my knees from the dock. At this point I don’t think I would care. A few splinters are worth everything we’re going to do together.
He licks me from behind and the sensation is just as amazing as when he did it in the bedroom. Only this time he does something I was definitely not expecting. He licks my ass. My first instinct is to jump away from him, but he holds me still so I can’t move. It’s such a weird feeling, but the more I ease into it and get comfortable, the more I realize that it’s fucking fantastic. And the fact that he seems to be enjoying it just as much as I am takes all the stigma and weirdness away.
After he’s had his fill, he places the head of his cock to my pussy. I gasp as he penetrates me, sinking deeper and deeper until there’s no room left to go.
Fucking under the stars by the lake makes everything seem more intense. That fear of getting caught brings an extra bit of excitement to it too.
Ben bends and folds me like a piece of clay so that we wind up in every position possible. I like them all, but there are some I like more than others. He’s so in tune with the sounds I make and the way my body reacts, and so when he puts me into a position I like, he seems to know it and spends more time that way. But my favorite part is when he’s on top of me and my arms and legs are wrapped around him. He stares deep into my eyes while slowly moving inside of me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than exactly where I am now.
6
Ben
Jenny and I have had sex nearly every day for two weeks and each time is better than the last. I feel like I’ve just learned almost everything about her body, what she likes, what drives her crazy. There’s only one week left at the cabin and it doesn’t feel like nearly enough. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about her.
This might be my last chance with her. Soon she’ll be away at college. She’ll probably meet some young jock who will sweep her off her feet and I’ll be a distant memory. The thought of her being with anyone else digs a knife into my stomach. I try to push the thought away and focus on the time we have together now.
The day is sweltering, the sun beating down. The perfect day to be out on the lake. I’m packing up some things to take on the boat I rented. Jenny and I plan to spend the day swimming in a private cove I found, away from prying eyes. We can finally be alone without fear of interruption. I’m getting tired of sneaking off and only being able to do quickies in a dark corner. That’s not exactly the experiences I want her to have with me. I want to blow her mind, not just blow my load. I want to treat her the way she deserves. But it’s hard to find that time alone with her without anyone becoming suspicious that we always seem to be gone at the same time.
While I’m packing drinks into an ice chest, my phone rings. I see my ex-wife’s name on the caller ID and roll my eyes. She is the mother of my children and I’m kind of stuck with her until all my children are eighteen, so I decide to answer it even though I would much rather ignore it. Nothing good ever comes from conversations with her.
I answer the phone and I can tell right away by her voice that I was right about not answering it.
“I got a text message from Annie, Ben. She says you’re staying in the cabin with the Jones’s. Did you even stop to think how our children would take being cooped up all summer without a place of their own to sleep? They have to share rooms for fuck sake, Ben. If you were responsible at all you would’ve gone online and seen that our cabin was rented out. We have a schedule. Can’t you do anything right? And, also, you still owe me for the maid. It was your turn to pay for the cleaning. Annie should’ve just come with me to Italy. She would’ve had a better time. You’re a shitty father. I guess it’s a good thing that I’ve stuck around because you can’t do anything right.”
She continues to go off on me, but I’ve stopped listening. It’s the sam
e old thing every time anyway. I could probably recite most of it by verbatim in my sleep. She was the same way while we were married. Any time she was unhappy or didn’t get her way, it was always the same thing. I’m the bad guy. It’s all my fault. I’m always the one who is in the wrong, and she just loves to punish me for it any chance she gets.
Jenny shows up on the dock where I’ve just loaded the last of the supplies onto the boat. Seeing her makes my stomach twist with longing. She looks amazing in a white bathing suit that gleams against her tan skin. She has her youthful glow and her perfect body and a smile that would knock any man over. I realize then that my ex-wife is right about one thing. That bitch is always going to be around. We have kids together and there’s no escaping that. She’s always trying to bring me down, hurt me, ruin me. That will never change. She’s right about another thing too. Annie has been miserable lately. She doesn’t smile nearly as much as she used to. I shouldn’t have dragged her to the lake on vacation when she wanted to go to Italy with her mom. I’ve made things worse.
If I continue on with Jenny, it’s just going to bring Jenny down too. And if my ex ever found out what I’m doing with her, all hell will break loose. She’ll ruin me, and possibly Jenny as well. She’ll end up as collateral damage. I can’t let that happen.
“Are you ready?” Jenny says, looking excited. It’s going to break my heart to push her away. And hers. I know she’s falling for me just as hard as I’m falling for her. There’s no denying that I’m falling in love. Which makes me want to protect her that much more.
“There’s not going to be a boat trip today,” I say resigned.
“But why?”
“Just … stay away from me, okay?” I say, putting as much venom in my voice as I can. It’s so hard because I never would want to do anything to intentionally hurt her. But I have to. It’s either I hurt her or my ex does. And if my ex does it, it won’t just hurt. It will ruin and devastate. At least if I hurt her, she can get over it. She’ll find someone age-appropriate and move on.
God, that pains me to think about. I hate even getting near the idea of her being with someone else.
Tears sparkle in her eyes and the sight of it just kills me.
She storms off and the ache in my gut from hurting her has me bent over and wanting to scream in frustration. I want to chase after her and tell her I’m sorry and that I would never want to hurt her, but I can’t do that. This is what’s best for her and all I want is for her to be happy. She’ll get over me and she’ll go off to college and be happy then. I tell myself this will pass. But it doesn’t feel like it.
7
Jenny
“What’s wrong with you?” Tulip asks me. “You’ve been moping around all day.”
I lay back on my bed, thinking about the way Ben talked to me down by the lake. I don’t understand what happened. We’d been so happy until that point. Was he just using me to have sex and then discarded me when he was tired of it? I never would’ve guessed that he would do something like that. I’ve known him all my life and he’s not that type. Or maybe what his ex did to him turned him into that type. Maybe she ruined the most perfect man I’ve ever known. I want to just strangle her. I’m madder at her in this moment than I am at him, I think. No, that’s not true. I’m mad at him as well. I’m just pissed about the whole thing.
I don’t even want to think about it. The thought hurts too much. I’m so hurt and mad right now I could scream. I try not to cry in front of Tulip and Annie. I don’t want them to know anything is wrong with me. There will be so many questions and I have no idea how to answer them. There would need to be excuses and lies and I’m far too exhausted to come up with anything believable.
“Nothing,” I say. “Just sad that this is our last week of summer. It went by too fast.”
“I feel like we’ve hardly seen you,” Annie says. “You’re always disappearing to be by yourself. We were supposed to meet cute guys over this vacation and get you laid finally.”
“It’s not too late,” Tulip says. “There’s still plenty of time for that. In fact, I think we should go tonight. I heard about a fun little club in town that doesn’t ask for IDs. And there are always lots of hot boys there. We should go.”
I play along because I don’t want to have to tell them I already lost my virginity. There will be too many questions that I’m not willing to answer. If I even bring up the subject, they’ll pounce on it like two lionesses on a gazelle.
“It’ll be so much fun,” Tulip says. “A summer to remember, and the best part is we don’t have to ever see these strangers again. It’s perfect, right?”
I nod in agreement, but none of it sounds perfect to me. I had perfect. I had Ben. Being with some younger guys just sounds like a chore. But then when I think about Ben and his harsh words to me, I start to feel bitter and wonder if meeting another guy is for the best. It will help me get my mind off Ben. Maybe I’ll actually meet someone who I won’t have to keep secret forever.
I lift my chin up in defiance. “Count me in,” I say.
“I don’t know,” Annie says hesitantly. “I’m supposed to watch the boys while our parents are on their fishing trip. Those little heathens can get into a lot of trouble.”
The boys used to be real trouble makers, but they’re older now and all they seem to care about are video games. Other than sitting outside on occasion, they haven’t left the cabin for much of anything.
“They’ll be fine,” Tulips says. “They’re old enough to take care of themselves.”
“Tulip’s right,” I add. “They’re not little kids anymore. They’ll be fine.”
Annie sighs. “Fine. But if I get in trouble I’m taking the two of you down with me.”
“All for one,” I say, quoting the Three Musketeers. That’s what our parents used to call us since the three of us have been inseparable since the day we met.
“And one for all,” Tulip finishes the saying.
Annie rolls her eyes.
We take an Uber into town. I’m wearing a short summer dress that hugs all the right places and sandals that show off my fresh pedicure. We find the club Tulip was talking about and we manage to get in without being carded. I’m sure we’re going to get kicked out when Tulip orders us a couple Long Island iced teas, but again they don’t even check to see our ID. The music is even good and I’m thinking I might actually be able to have a good time despite missing Ben. I just have to keep reminding myself about the way he snapped at me and it pulls me right out of those thoughts of longing.
I look around at all the people on the dancefloor. So many happy couples smiling into each other’s eyes and holding onto one another. They look happy and they’re having fun.
Ugh. I hate them all.
I’m not having a very good time at first but then as the music starts to play and the alcohol kicks in, Tulip and Annie drag me onto the dancefloor and it’s not so bad. There are a lot of cute guys and I’m getting plenty of attention. It’s a nice distraction, I guess. There’s a boy who seems to be paying quite a bit of attention to me. He singles me out in the crowd and heads straight for me.
He’s tall with frat boy good looks, but a bad boy side with all the tattoos covering his arms. When he smiles, it doesn’t reach his eyes. Not the way that Ben’s smile changes his whole face.
Damnit Jenny, stop comparing everyone else to Ben! Why can’t I get him out of my mind? That’s what I’m here for.
“What’s your name?” he says over the music.
“Jenny.”
“That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.”
I want to roll my eyes. That’s so cheesy. Before Ben, I might’ve fallen for a line like that. Men don’t say shit like that. Boys do. And I’m so not interested in boys. This really sucks because he’s cute. If he could just say the right thing then maybe I could be interested in starting an actual conversation with him and get Ben off my mind, if only for a moment.
Tulip nudges me and Annie winks. They give me t
he thumbs up, like he’s the one. If nothing had happened with Ben, maybe he would have been the one. I shake the thought of Ben out of my head. Maybe this guy could still be the one. Not to take my virginity, obviously, but to be the distraction I need right now. I’ll give him one more chance to not be lame.
We start to dance together. He’s really good at it and he smells nice and has beautiful brown eyes. I’m really feeling the alcohol now and I’m having a good time until he starts to grind up against me. He grabs my ass and his hand moves lower, trying to grab other things too. I push him away, but he doesn’t take the hint and grabs me with both hands, holding me closer. He pinches my ass so hard it almost hurts.
This time I use all of my strength to push him away and glare at him so he knows I’m not trying to play hard to get.
“I’m done,” I say and run toward the back of the building before he can grab me again. I don’t know if Tulip and Annie saw what was happening, or if they’re following me. I don’t think they did because they had found their own guys to dance with last time I checked and they looked like they were having a blast. All I know is I have to get out of this place, and I don’t want to ruin their fun, so I don’t go looking for them.
I bust out of the back door into the empty alleyway and my tears start to fall. This is all so fucked up. This isn’t how the summer was supposed to be. No matter what I do, I can’t get Ben out of my head. He’s all I want despite how much he hurt me. I just wish he was here.
I look behind me when the back door to the club opens. I hope it’s Tulip and Annie so I can beg them to go home. But it isn’t them. Standing in front of me is the guy who’d groped me, and he doesn’t look happy. Judging by his pissed off expression, I have a feeling he doesn’t like taking no for an answer. Fear rolls through me, and my hands begin to shake when he steps toward me. I know if I run, I won’t get far before he catches up with me. These damn sandals I wore are made for looking cute, not escaping a potential predator.
