Page 39 of Five Summers

Xander: I want to show you something.

Poppy: That's alright. I've already seen it. It's not that impressive.

I pause for a moment, contemplating whether I’m stepping into risky territory by flirting with Xander. But my heart overpowers my rational thoughts, and I ultimately decide to hit the send button.

As I see the bubbles popping up on my phone, I can’t help but feel a rush of anticipation, eagerly awaiting his response.

Xander: Really? I’m sure your pussy thinks otherwise.

My cheeks blush as I recall pleasuring myself on his lap. I snap back to reality when I hear my phone ping.

Xander: I’m knocking. Answer the fucking door this time.

With a smile on my face, I slide my phone into my pocket and head straight for the front door.

As always, seeing Xander instantly quickens my heartbeat.

Leaning against the door frame, I can’t help but notice the pack hanging over his shoulder.

“What do you want, Xander?” I ask, trying to sound casual. However, the smirk on Xander’s face tells me he sees right through my act and isn’t buying into this nonsense.

“Ace and I had an amazing session today, and I’m in a great mood. There’s something I want to show you.”

I turn away from him and head back into the house. “Xander, if this is something sexual, I’ve already told you I’m not...”

“It’s not. I promise it has nothing to do with you wanting to give me a blowjob, but feel free to go ahead and do it again if you want. You won’t hear me complaining,” he interrupts, raising his eyebrows and giving that arrogant smirk. Then his expression turns serious. “It’s something else I want to show you.”

“If you don’t tell me what it is, I’m not going with you.”

“Wow, it seems like surprises aren’t your thing, huh?” he remarks.

“I do enjoy surprises, but when it involves you, I’m not sure if it’s a genuine surprise or just a sexual favor.”

Taking a deep breath, he exhales slowly. “The other day, you opened up to me about your dad. I think it’s only fair that I share something about my mom,” he says.

Oh, so he was actually listening. It turns out he wasn’t just pretending to listen and not caring like I thought.

“Oh, alright then,” I reply, making my way towards the couch.

But before I can reach it, Xander steps forward. “No, not here,” he says. “I want to show you something. Come on.”

Curiosity piqued, I follow him outside.

“So where exactly are you taking me?”

The sun hovers above the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow. I reach for my front door key, hanging from its hook, and with a soft click, I lock the door behind me.

The crisp air fills my lungs as I eagerly bound down the front steps. Xander waits for me in the street, greeting me with that familiar grin.

Together, we stroll along the quiet street, our footsteps echoing softly. I steal a quick glance at him and notice the serious look he has on his face, a side of him I’ve never seenbefore. I wonder if he’s worried about opening up about his mom.

As we stroll along, we reach the 7-Eleven and continue walking for two more blocks. The faint hum of distant traffic echoes in the background. Eventually, we take a right turn and move down a thin narrow track.

“I used to come here all the time after getting something from the 7-Eleven,” he says, giving me a quick glance. “But it’s been a while since I’ve been here. Not since that day when you made the extra mac and cheese.”

I stay silent, not knowing what to say because I have no idea where we are going.

We turn right and venture down an unfamiliar path nestled between two houses.

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