Page 6 of One Last Summer

“I have another idea though.” I pull her a little closer. “Try to act like we’re just having a conversation. My hand dips underwater and my fingers slide her bikini bottom to the side.

She’s surrounded by water from her chest up, but my fingers coat her with the slickness between her thighs.

Her lips press together and she sucks in a long draw of air as I toy with her clit, massaging it slowly before sliding a finger further to her entrance. She gasps when I push a finger in and her head arches back.

“Careful babe. You gotta act like we’re just talking remember? Otherwise, I’ll have to stop.”

Her head snaps up and she stares me down. “Don’t you dare.”

“That’s better.” I push another finger into her and her eyes drift closed. “Eyes open.”

She opens them, her blue eyes killing me. A mischievous smile crosses her lips. “You think it’s so easy?”

Her hand grips the rigid length of my cock that’s bulging out of my swim trunks. I release a low groan and she grins, a satisfactory “I got you” smile. And when she forces the waistband of my swim trunks down so they’re tucked under my balls I can barely hold back from leaning forward and devouring her. To hell with any onlookers.

The water is so high up on her body you can barely tell that her arm is moving when she starts to jerk me off, sliding her thumb over the head each time she reaches it.

She strokes her hand down.

I have to force myself to concentrate to continue moving my fingers in and out of her. She has to get off, too, because there’s no doubt that she’s taking me to that barrier of no return.

I curve my fingers when they’re inside of her just like I discovered she loved years ago in the cab of my Jeep in Hickory at our secret make out place. She squeals louder as always and her eyes float back under her eyelids. Her fingers grip me tighter, whether on purpose or not, I don’t know, but I groan.

“Not so easy, is it?”

I lean in and kiss the smug look off her face, not caring if anyone witnesses us.

When I draw back, I grin and shift my thumb so that it rubs against her clit. The expression on her face is one of pain but I know that it’s merely her begging for me to put her out of her misery and make her come.

I’m at the brink myself, so I increase the pressure and when her body flushes pink and she’s grinding along my hand making it obvious she’s a second from climax, I stop restraining myself and allow my orgasm to take over.

We come at the same time, making small noises but both of us pressing our lips together to trap the sound within ourselves. She’s way more successful at hiding it than I am.

Afterward, we both heave for a breath and stare at each other. She’s smiling at me with sun-kissed skin and a bright smile. As I’ve done with almost everything today, I commit this moment to memory. This is how I want to remember her as I lay in my twin bed living with a bunch of strangers. Satisfied, loved and happy.

It’s not that I don’t want out of this small town… I have the same itch most of my classmates have to discover the world. But this town is all I’ve ever known and thoughts of her are what’s going to keep me going when it gets tough—and I have no doubt it will.

The football schedule is grueling, not to mention the schoolwork. I have to maintain a decent grade point average and if I don’t, my dream crashes. And I’m committed to making it to the pros. Otherwise, I’ll end up like Jude working on the ranch, without any hope to escape.

Living in Willowbrook isn’t a bad life, it’s just not one I ever saw myself having.

It’s a good thing Gillian feels the same. That’s how I know we’ll make it. We’ll graduate and when I get drafted into the pros, I’m coming back to ride her into the sunset in my new expensive sports car and million dollar check in my pocket.

Chapter Four

Gillian

God, that Ben’s amazing. It takes me a moment to come out of the daze and realize that there’s a lot of shouting and raucous laughter coming from the beach.

“What the hell is that about?” Ben says, moving further out from behind the outcropping of rock to check the noise out.

My vision follows his to find a bunch of people standing at the edge of the water, watching someone walk away. We’re too far away for me to make out who the person is.

“Should we head back?” I ask.

I don’t want to be out here alone with Ben too long, otherwise people will gossip about what we’re doing. I’m not naïve, most of them either know or guess that we’ve messed around with each other after all these years. I just don’t want to have to listen to everyone razz me about it for the rest of the summer after Ben’s gone. Or think I’m some stupid girl who gave my virginity to a guy who is on to bigger and better things.

“Yeah, we probably should.”

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