Page 15 of Last Summer
We’re at a lake. The water is clear and blue, shimmering in the afternoon sun. A dock spans the surface of the water out to the middle. We’re completely concealed among towering trees.
“Want me to make you feel good?” Julie asks as she walks backwards towards the lake, pulling me with her.
“I want you on your knees, eating me out like a good girl until I come all over that pretty little face,” I tell her as I advance, closing the distance between us and catching her in my grasp.
She lets out a soft, shocked sigh and I can’t help but swallow her sweet sound with my lips. I don’t just kiss her, I devour her. Water laps at our ankles as we continue to walk backwards into the lake without breaking apart. Her taste is intoxicating—deliciously dangerous.
“Take off your top,” Julie demands as she reaches behind her to untie her bathing suit. She has a necklace on, one of those that says something in a small swirling script. I squint to make it out. ‘Babydoll’ it reads. She must have meant something to someone at some point in her life.
I glance around. This spot is serene and calm. It seems secluded enough. I doubt anyone will just happen to come upon us in a canoe or some shit. And yet, the knowledge that we’re out in the open—completely exposed—is a rush.
I glance back at the beautiful girl in front of me. Her tits are perfect—round and full with dusty pink nipples. She’s so hot, the kind of hot that would drive people to do desperate things just to have a piece of her. I reach down to the hem of the oversized tee I put on. Pulling it up and over my head, I expose my completely bare body. Her gaze devours me as her eyes rake over my curves. The drugs mixed with our desire are a potent combination. And I’m ready to indulge.
“Get on your knees, pretty girl.” I slide my fingers into her silky raven hair, using my grip on her head to guide her to the ground.
The water laps around her waist as she stares up at me. Her pretty pink nipples harden in response to the cold water on her skin. I reach down and squeeze one of the tight buds until she moans and arches into my touch.
“Please,” she whines as her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.
“You want to taste my pussy?” I ask her as I raise one of my legs and throw my knee over her shoulder.
She stares at my cunt. My legs are spread open wide—an invitation for her to dive in. Using my hand in her hair, I guide her forward until she’s firmly between my thighs.
“Yes, please,” she replies.
Then be a good little slut and and make me come.”
She doesn’t have to be told twice. Her hands fly to my ass as she pulls me into her. Her tongue darts out, licking up my seam. I throw my head back, the feeling of her softness is amplified by the drugs rushing through my veins, causing everything to feel just that much better. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass as she dives in deeper. Her tongue teases my hole before stroking up to my clit. She sucks my throbbing nub into her mouth and the pressure causes my hips to buck and a moan to rumble from deep in my throat.
“You like that, babe?” she asks from below me as she slides one hand lower, between my cheeks and into my dripping core. “Like me on my knees worshiping your delicious cunt?”
“Shut your mouth, you little skank.” I grip her hair tighter. She sucks in a sharp breath, but a smile pulls at her lips. She likes degradation, it seems. “The only thing I want to hear from you is moans of submission as you lap up my cum from your face.”
I use my grip on her raven locks to shove her back into my pussy. Her tongue caresses my clit as her fingers slide into my slickened slit and begin pumping. My hips begin moving of their own accord, riding her as she fucks me into a state of drug fueleddelirium. My entire body hums with waves of euphoric pleasure—if it’s the drugs, her tongue, her fingers, the fact that we’re exposed for anyone to walk by and see, or the combination of all of it, I’m not sure. But it feels really fucking good.
Her fingers curl and find just the right spot to make stars dance across my eyes. “Yes, you desperate whore, that’s the spot, right there. Don’t you dare stop.” I groan as my orgasm begins to crest.
My head rolls to the side as I fight to keep my composure and enjoy the pleasure she’s pulling from my body. When I open my eyes again, my gaze lands on a figure. There’s a man standing off to our left. He’s watching us. His face is covered by some type of mask but I can’t make it out clearly. The drugs are messing with my head. He’s holding something.Is that a knife?
Right then, my orgasm crashes into me like a fucking freight train. My entire body goes rigid as wave after wave of pleasured electricity rushes through me. My entire being lights up. My pussy spasms around Julie’s tongue and fingers. She feels so damn good.
“Fuck!” I scream out into the fresh forest air as I come hard against the pretty little thing between my thighs.
When I open my eyes back up, the masked man is gone. It’s just me and Julie, alone again. She smirks up at me from below, licking the last of my release from her pouty pink lips. Maybe the masked man wasn’t there at all. Maybe he was just in my mind.
Chapter eight
LAKE DEAD
DANICA
SundayEvening
The sun is beginning to set, Chris left to get help but it’s been hours and still nothing. After starting the fire, I sit back on my heels and stare at the crackling flames. My mind tries to run away and focus on anything but the vivid memory of Sarah.
The orange flames lick the air, crackling as it dances. The air feels dead.
No wind.
