Authors: Criss Copp
Summer
winced, but smiled, before explaining.
She had confirmed the split multiple times throughout the last two
months; the latest rejection was through her doorway.
He had come over to see her and she asked him
to stay at the doorway, while she sat on her bed and told him things were
final.
He left, she slammed the door
after he had, and that was where things had stayed all day.
I went to
the lamps and turned on a couple of them, to give us some light.
I also stretched, and went into the ensuite
to use the toilet and wash my face.
I locked
the ensuite door on Sally’s room side, and returned to
Summer
with a washcloth.
Climbing up
to her on her bed, I lifted her face and applied the cool material to her eyes,
dabbing at them.
“So, he
proposed?” I asked softly... yes, I was going there... now!
“Yes,” she
croaked.
“Just the once?”
I asked her, my breathing picking up.
“Three
times this week.” She said, a slight smile passing over her lips, as I wiped
over her brow.
I smiled
and shook my head... I kept reminding myself that she’d refused him.
“No wonder he was distressed then.” I said,
but I wasn’t trying to stick up for him or suggest she should return to him; it
was just true.
He’d found and tasted
heaven, and now hell wanted its payback.
She
whimpered.
I stopped wiping her face and
began wiping her hair back from her brow with the cloth.
“I’m
sorry... I’m sure you did the right thing.” I said.
I leant
down and kissed her forehead.
She was
shaking.
I threw the washcloth over the
other side of the bed to the floor, and I held her to me, lying my body back
down alongside her.
The covers remained
between us.
I kissed
her forehead again.
She was crying
again.
“I’m
sorry... I’m really sorry... I’m such an asshole.” I said, kissing her temple.
“I told you
I’m an asshole.
Please Summer, stop
crying...
it’s
okay.” I said, kissing her eyes.
And then I
felt her shift... her hands came up to the front of my shirt and rested on my
chest.
She leant her face forward and
kissed me lightly on the neck, just behind my ear.
The butterflies that had until that moment
lay captive in the cage I so often put them, escaped... and dive bombed my
heart.
Who knew butterflies could be so
dangerous and savage.
She didn’t
stop; she leant her face up and began kissing along my jaw line.
Oh. My. God!
I was going to explode...
or die
first from lack of oxygen!
I had stopped
breathing.
Grabbing
control of myself, I reasoned for one second that I shouldn’t take advantage of
the situation, before I dismissed the thought completely.
I noticed
my hands, which had somehow miraculously wound their way into her hair, behind
her head; that they were shaking.
I
tilted her face toward me, and I leant down and kissed the corner of her
mouth.
She let me, breathing in short
and sharp before releasing a ragged breath.
I’d already
registered that my heart rate was through the roof... I’d also noted that I
hadn’t felt this way with any other girl – period; and I knew I’d never feel
like this with anyone else.
I wanted to
be all soft and sweet right then, but I didn’t feel all cute and cuddly, I felt
like I was on fire... I wanted to devour her... but I reined it in as much as
possible.
I slightly
levered across so that my lips were hovering over hers.
Our eyes met, but there wasn’t a smirk...
there was pain... and a connection through understanding.
Normally right about now, I’d have closed my
eyes, but I kept them on hers, taking her image in...
noting
that she was real, I wasn’t pretending with someone else.
Then I
began to kiss her lips, slightly sucking and releasing them, playing softly
with them between my tongue and top lip.
My hands had moved forward onto her face, cradling her jaw; my fingers
remained in her hair behind the delicate shells of her ears and my thumbs
traced lightly over her cheeks.
My left
shoulder was uncomfortable with the position, but it was just going to have to
suffer.
I was so
turned on; I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on to my hunger for her
by merely kissing her.
She closed
her eyes, she touched my tongue with her own, and my body erupted in
inextinguishable desire.
Summer.
He was
washing my face when he confirmed my worst fear... he’d heard my admission to
Julie regarding the proposal.
I felt
deflated... but I answered his questions, and tried to return some semblance of
familiar banter, but I was heartbroken... I cried, because I didn’t feel the
same as Jordan did!
He kissed
me on the forehead.
I stopped breathing,
but I still somehow managed to cry.
He kissed
me on my temple... my breathing returned... shallow.
He kissed
me on my eyes... oh, God, he was setting me on fire.
Jordan never set me on fire.
Why was
I thinking of him right now?
I leant in
and kissed him on his throat.
I couldn’t
help it.
His cologne was incredible, and
mixed with the smell of him... delicious!
So good...!
I kissed along his
jaw line.
I could detect a change in his
breathing, in fact I thought perhaps for a moment he had stopped.
I
continued...
He shifted,
so that his hands in my hair pulled my face to his, and he kissed the corner of
my mouth.
My quick intake of breath
raggedly left me moments later; by then he had progressed to overwhelm my mouth...
and I watched him, as he watched me, and my
chest was filled to bursting with a longing that would surely kill me.
I closed my
eyes, and on his next suckle of my bottom lip, I brazenly engaged him with my
tongue.
He groaned, and he forced my
tongue aside, lifting it up and around in an erotic dance as he mashed his
mouth to mine and forcefully kissed me senseless.
I was aware
my hands had circled to his back and I had again shifted or he had shifted me,
so that he lay on top of me, supporting his weight on his elbows; and despite
the covers remaining between us, I had moved my legs to either side of his
body, so he could fit snugly between them.
Blake.
She was
consuming me... I was being devoured.
I
was drowning in her... I wanted to gain control.
I needed to
move us, so I shifted across her, and assisted her in opening her legs under
those covers with my knee, before claiming the space created and hovering over
the top of her.
She moaned, she reached
around my back, and she crept her hands up and under the back of my shirt,
touching the muscles I had worked so hard to get... for her.
She stopped at my shoulder blades and pulled
me into her.
I relaxed
my pelvis against hers, my penis was so tight against my pants,
I
felt like it was being strangled.
I could feel her mound, rubbing up against my
cock... and God; I wanted what was below me so bad.
Her moans
sounded desperate.
I was moaning right
alongside her... my mouth was bruised from kissing her so hard... my tongue
wanted to be elsewhere... on her breasts... on her stomach... on her clit.
I wanted to make her come... I wanted to hear
her scream in passion... I wanted to make her unravel, like she was unraveling
me.
I began
kissing her down her neck, occasionally licking her all the way back up to her
ear and sucking on her lobe.
I moved
down to the prominence of her left clavicle, licking and kissing across it.
Summer’s
breath was short and labored... she moaned constantly, it was soft and quiet,
and it turned me on ever impossibly more.
She was wearing a spaghetti strapped camisole; she had most likely not
left bed today at all.
I pushed my
finger under the strap and slid it down over her left shoulder and followed it
with kisses... returning to do the same with the other side; when a loud knock
on her door startled us.
“Guys,”
Julie hissed.
“Jordan’s on his way up
here.
Let me in!
Quick!” she stressed.
I looked at
Summer
... saw her wild eyes and I groaned loudly,
before jumping off the bed and racing to let Julie in.
Julie took one look at me, and noticed the
obvious; so she squinted her eyes shut and motioned for me to attend to myself
in the ensuite.
She closed the door
behind her swiftly and ran over to the bed, jumping on it and getting in.
She made herself comfortable, and just as I was
closing the door she stated,
“He’s been
calling all day, and I’ve ignored it... and Blake left his phone at home, so he
obviously didn’t answer Jordan’s calls either; and then he texted me 15 minutes
ago saying it’s not over between you two, and that he planned on getting you
back... so I raced over here to protect you both.
I got inside the door just as he was pulling
up.” She said.
This hard
on wasn’t going down in a hurry, but under the circumstances, I wasn’t going to
be able to beat it out either... My sister, a lesbian... was in bed with the
girl I wanted to be with more than breathe (and one she’d had an extensive
crush on in years past), and that same girl’s ex-boyfriend was about to burst
in...
and
, he was a friend of mine... this was so
fucked up!
I heard
Julie’s lament, not long before I heard Jordan’s footsteps race up the stairs.
“I’m afraid
Jordan’s not a person who likes to lose sweetie.” She said.
Shit...
Julie was right.
This could go on for
weeks, till we moved away for college.
Summer.
Blake was
in the ensuite... Julie was in the bed with me, and a red faced and emotional
Jordan, all muscle and athlete, was standing in my room, breathing as though
he’d only just finished a game.
My body
felt truly sick...
My foreplay with Blake
had turned my hormones into enemies of my body, which now shivered and felt
bereft of his touch.
My brain couldn’t
seem to comprehend what on earth Jordan was doing here, and Julie was behaving
all protective of me... which in light of my recent knowledge made me feel
awkward... I should be protecting her!
I
groaned... I held my stomach... I was going to throw up.
Ignoring both Julie and Jordan, I ran to the
ensuite and banged on the door for Blake to let me in.
“Blake...”
I cried... “Blake, let me in... I can’t hold on anymore!” I pleaded.
Blake
wrenched the door from my hands, at the same time that Jordan reached me, and
tried to grab me.
“Please
Jordan... let me go... I’m going to be sick!” I appealed.
“I can’t...
I want to help you!” Jordan said, attempting to hold me up just as Blake
reached a hand out to my left arm and went to pull me through the door.
“Jordan...”
Blake said, “I’ve got this.”
Jordan
wouldn’t leave it, “but she’s my girl!” he growled.
Grabbing the same arm Blake had a hold of.
I doubled
over and started to make gagging noises.
“Jordan...
please
!
Blake can
handle this.” Julie pleaded from the bed.
Blake
pulled me through as Jordan was about to protest.
He slammed the door, and locked it.
Jordan began to bang on the other side,
growling to let him in.
“Jordan!”
Blake shouted.
“She’s sick man... for
the love of Christ... stop making it worse and
calm
the fuck down before we come back out.” He seethed.
I was
already over the toilet, spewing up the water I’d consumed earlier.
Blake held my hair back from my face, and I
noticed he was breathing hard... really hard.