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Chapter 13

Summer 2001

Willow

It took a little while, but I convinced Aimee that I’d be fine. Russ volunteered to bring me home at the end of the summer. It turns out, his school starts two weeks after mine. He’s going to stay at my place for a week, and help me set my classroom up.

Aimee left a few hours ago, and Russ and I have just been hanging out on the deck. Taco’s snoring and I can’t help but laugh at him. He climbed up on one of the benches, rolled onto his back, and passed out. His feet are literally straight up in the air, and his tongue is hanging out the side of his mouth.

“How does he sleep like that?” I laughed as I leaned against Russ.

“It’s comfortable.” Russ shrugged. We’d ordered pizza after he burnt the burgers, and I’d found a bottle of champagne in the liquor cabinet. As much as Russ didn’t want me drinking, I convinced him we could kill the bottle together.

“No way is that comfortable.” I sat up, moved over to the lone empty bench, and attempted to lie down. I swayed slightly on my feet before almost falling onto the cushion.

“I’m not taking you to Urgent Care if you break something because you’re being stupid.” Russ chuckled.

“If I break something and you don’t make it better, then I’m cutting you off on sexual favors.” I smirked before lying down on my back. I lifted my arms and feet so they were pointing at the night sky. “This is not comfortable. I couldn’t sleep this way.” I shook my head and rolled to the side. The deck seemed to shift under me, and when Russ moved closer, it was as if he was walking on an incline.

“I think you’ve had enough.” He quickly swiped the bottle from my hand. I’d forgotten that I was even holding it.

“There’s still some in there, so clearly I haven’t had enough.” I frowned as I tried to get the bottle back. My fingers brushed against the glass, but Russ held it out of my reach. “I’m bored.”

“That was a quick change in subject.” Russ laughed.

“Let’s do something.” I sat up, and slapped my hands against my thighs. “Something fun.” I looked around as if I could be inspired by the deck or the beach.

“Willow,” Russ warned. He seemed to know that nothing good was going to come of this. “Every time we combine you and alcohol, I end up getting hurt.”

“This will be fun.” I stood, and headed for the steps. It was more challenging than I thought it would be, but I made it down to the beach. There were very few lights on from the nearby houses, so other than the moon, it was pretty dark. “What are you waiting for?” I called as I stared at the water.

It took a minute, but I soon heard him coming down the steps. “What did you have in mind?” Russ’s voice sounded unsure, and I laughed.

“Why do you want to suck the fun out of the night? I told you that I was staying, and we love each other.” I spun in a circle with my arms out. Bad idea by the way. “Time to cut loose.” I squealed as I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and pulled in over my head.

“Willow.” Russ shook his head at me.

“Come on mister rule breaker. Mister ‘you can’t do dumb stuff’. Show me what ya got.” I shoved my shorts down and stood there in the moonlight in just my underwear. “Let’s have some fun.” I ripped my bra off and tossed it at his face, before kicking my panties off to join the rest of my clothes. “Catch me if you can.” I cackled as I took off for the water.

It was warm and as I waded deeper, the waves washed away the stress of the day. All the worry about being wanted, and miscommunication had been hard, and between the champagne and this swim, I’d finally be able to relax.

“What’s taking so long?” I called as I spun around and saw Russ still standing on the sand.

“I’m trying to decide how long to let you do this before I throw you over my shoulder and show you who’s boss!” He cupped his hands around his mouth. It was hard to hear over the crash of the waves.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I taunted just as Russ tossed his shirt to the side followed by his short and boxers. He took off in a jog, heading straight for me, and it was glorious sight. Russ looks hot in shorts and a t-shirt, but Russ is on fire naked.

When he reached me, I bit my lip, and blinked up at him. “What are going to do to me?” I batted my eyes.

He grunted before he spun me around and swatted my ass. “You are trouble, Willow Archer. You bring out the stupid in me.” He stayed behind me, cupping my breast as he ran his palms down my front. I wiggled my ass against his cock, and he grunted again. “Watch the sunburn,” he warned as he trailed kisses along my neck, stopping by my ear.

“Your chest isn’t what I’m thinking about right now.” I sighed breathily.

“You know,” he chuckled as one hand slipped between my legs, “this would be better inside. Are you into being watched or something?” He kissed my shoulder as he slipped a finger in.

“It’s dark, this is fun.” I moaned as digit number two joined the party. I reached behind me and teased my fingers along his cock. “Right?” I let my head rest against his shoulder.

“I guess we can make do.” He grunted as I tightened my grip. The waves crashed around us, white foam surrounding our thighs and drowning out our sounds of pleasure. Russ pulled back, dragging his fingers over my clit, causing a zap of pleasure to shoot up my spine. I swayed into him, light on my feet from the water and alcohol. “Do it again,” I begged.

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