Page 46 of Ms. V's Hot Girl Summer

“So, you really love that job, huh?” Trinidad asked as we exited the ice cream truck line, both with Grape-Nuts waffle cones in our hands. The cold creamy concoction melted in my mouth, alleviating some of the heat of the night.

“It’s my dream come true.” I looked down at her with a big grin, and her eyes softened at the sight.

“So why law school, Orlando? You can do this instead. You are so good at it! Even during vacation, your eyes don’t rest. Lulu is amazing, and this will be a great opportunity for her!”

“I hear you, but…see, this is a great-paying job if it was only me. I can grow in the company, but what I could make in three years after law school would take me at least five or six years in my career. Then, there are the health benefits a law firm could provide me. And this was my parents’ dream for me, at least that’s what Ma has told me in her good moments. My father always said I was always argumentative when young and I’d make a great lawyer.”

“Argumentative? Wow, I guess I don’t see it.” Trinidad took a slow lick of her ice cream that had me going from soft to chubby. I was lost for her.

“Yeah, I have it in me; I just choose peace now.”

“Oh, maybe you choose peace too often? I mean, I see how hard you do for your siblings and your mother, which, by the way, how are they?”

The topic got me from chubby to soft real quick.

This morning, I’d woken up to frantic calls from my brothers asking me what to do because my mother was again fighting them about the medication. There was not much I could do about it from afar, and the calls continued through the day, my brothers’ attitudes and tones escalating. Both of them clearly felt put upon for having to deal with our mother in one of her hard days, but this was a regular day for me.

The fact that they couldn’t take one for the team and deal without calling and texting me had pissed me off, and after Trinidad showed up for me, I decided to put them both on Do Not Disturb. I’d deal with the repercussions later, but for now, I wanted to be present. As present as I asked her to be. I explained all of this to her and she gifted me with a brilliant smile.

“I know that’s right!” She bumped against me in congratulations, her soft body making me harden again. Fuck. She was right. We didn’t need a roller coaster. This was a thrill ride, and I didn’t want to get down.

“I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but that sounds like you, an old lady.”

“Boy!” She kissed her lips, some of the ice cream smeared over, and I couldn’t help it; I bent down and tasted her. The cold ice cream warmed between our lips, and our tongues entangled, wet, and desperate. I hadn’t kissed her the whole day, and that shit hadn’t felt right. Finally, my hand could grab her waist and slide down her lush hip to her plump ass, which I squeezed, making her giggle against my mouth. That sound made me even harder. Trinidad noticed my rock-hard dick and pressed against it, making it ten times a problem or a blessing, depending on perspective.

“Ms. V, you playing games when I can’t do much about it,” I growled.

“Who said we couldn’t do anything about it?” she taunted.

“You don’t play fair,” I said, then chased her mouth, the taste of sweet Trinidad intoxicating.

“Oh, I never do; I play to win.” She held my hand, and we navigated the crowd, getting closer to the edge of the fair.

“Where are we going?” I asked her, not really caring because wherever I was going with her, it would be good.

“You’ll see,” she said.

We turned the corner to find a trailer attached to a fun house. They’d painted it with colors of the different Caribbean flags. Most of the revelers were around the other rides and tents, the fun house not being top of mind to most of the crowd.

We paid our entrance and walked in together, loud soca played inside as we navigated the different sections and tunnels. The mirrored tunnel was my favorite, each mirror distorting our images. Trinidad made funny faces, her boisterous laughter floating above the music and carrying me away to a high I hadn’t felt in a long time.

This was happiness.

This was it.

One of the last sections was a labyrinth with neon lighting and rotating walls.

“You want to play?” Trinidad asked mischievously, her body heat so close, I took advantage of her proximity, holding on to her soft hips and pressing her against me. She ground against me, her low moan letting me know I wasn’t alone in this. Trinidad was affected too.

“With you, I want everything,” I confessed, hoping that the music and the playfulness would mask how true the statement was.

Trinidad slid her body against mine, awakening my skin with every touch. Again, her hand held mine, and she found us a dead end, darker than the rest of the tunnel due to the minimal neon lighting.

“This is a false turn…are you comfortable with public sex?” Trinidad asked. Before I could open my mouth, her head bowed, and she gracefully dropped to her knees.

Air, I fucking needed air and a bag to breathe in. Shit, this woman was going to obliterate me.

Unable to talk, the sound of my zipper opening over the soca answered instead. Sweet relief coursed through my veins as I released the pressure of my hardness. The humid summer evening air caressed my weighty balls. Big brown eyes with pretty eyelashes blinked up at me as I pulled my dick out, the heaviness telling me this one would go quickly. Shit, I wasn’t ashamed.

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