3 comments/ 35847 views/ 47 favorites One Summer with Annie By: Jones8675 I don't know what you were going to do the summer after graduating high school, but I had my plans laid out to perfection. For the three months before heading to an in-state school and a decent scholarship I would be at the beach, at the river, at the lake. Wherever the sun was warm and the water cool I planned to be. I had friends with houses, I had friends with boats, I had friends with older siblings who would buy us alcohol. The night after graduation we had one last big party at Nick's house. His sister and I had always had some chemistry, so she gave me a special goodbye after Nick passed out. I woke up the next morning with a slight hangover on the floor of her room, her on top of me, her breasts pressed against my chest. I coaxed one last quick goodbye from her as we showered off and I snuck out before Nick woke up. This was going to be a summer to remember. In the next four days, everything fell apart. Nick and his family took off for a surprise summer long trip to France (did I mention they were loaded?), Roger's mom found his stash of pot in the room and shipped him off to his dad's, Chris and Mark got jobs at summer camps on the other side of the state, and I got t-boned by a guy running a red light late on a Friday. I was fine and so was he (the drunk bastard), but my car was totaled. The next morning my dad shrugged and apologized, but with two kids in college a new car was not happening. He was smiling by the time he finished his apology though, because he said he knew how I could save up for at least a decent used car by the time I left for school. I stared at him over my bowl of cereal in silence. We both knew the answer. I was by his side as he left the house the following Monday, and that is how I wound up working in my dad's warehouse for my last summer before college. -- The job wasn't bad, really. Everyone knew the only reason I could wrangle a job was because my dad owned the place, but they still treated me alright. It was a crew of about fifteen, and I had more or less won their respect over previous breaks by working alongside them and not acting like the boss's kid. The heat and humidity wore you down, but it was a lot easier than two-a-days throughout July. I was pretty bummed out through the first week, but it was a good group of guys who worked for my dad and they had been together a long time. They gave me some heat for the wreck, but I could toss it right back at them. I worked as many hours as possible, and my when my first paycheck came through it looked pretty good. With my closest friends getting scattered to the wind my nights and weekends were pretty boring, but I soon settled in for a productive, if not boring, summer. - "Think you could show someone around the warehouse, help them get started?" My dad asks me at dinner one night. I shrug. "Sure, no problem. Hiring somebody new?" He grins at my mom. She rolls her eyes. "Well, your sister will be home tomorrow." I giggle. "Sarah is going to be in the warehouse?" "Hey, that is your sister, and you know she will work hard." My dad holds my eye for a minute before we each break down. "Enough you two!" Says my mom. "Sarah will be just fine in there." We stop long enough to look at her, and she joins in. We all love my sister to no end. She is a phenomenal person, loving, funny, caring. Everyone who knows her genuinely likes her, and she is generous to a fault. She also weighs 100 pounds max and has been known to complain about lifting a coffee can up to the top shelf in the kitchen. "Seriously though, she needs the money, and everywhere else that she was looking into is apparently full for the summer. I know how she is, but I'm still giving her a job. We have some room in the books for her and her friend." "Friend?" My ears perk up. "Is she hot?" "That is enough!" My mom kicks me under the table. "She will be our guest for the summer, and you will treat her as a human being. If I catch you ogling her I will punish you terribly." "What will you do?" "I don't know," she confesses, taking a sip of wine. "But I will work it out." "If she feels uncomfortable for one second, I'll run you over with a forklift," my dad offers, and he and my mom salute each other with their wine glasses. "Kind of harsh, isn't it?" I ask. My dad shrugs. "Parenting." I grin at my plate. My parents are great. I sneak in one last question before letting the matter drop. "What's her name?" My dad grunts, my mom squints as she tries to remember. "Anne, I think." -- The next morning at the warehouse is hot and busy, with a couple dozen orders to fill before lunch. By the time we finish them no one is in much of a good mood, and most guys go their separate ways for the half hour break. I sit in the lobby of my dad's office with my bag lunch and slouch into a chair, soaking in the A/C. I wolf down what food I have and lean back, ready for a quick nap. My eyes are barely closed when the door opens and a human hurricane bounds into the room. "Wait 'til I tell dad you're asleep!" Sarah yells, and I crack one eye open. "Who let you in here?" I ask, and she kicks my foot. I open both eyes and see her standing over me with her hand on her hips. "I haven't seen you since spring break and that's the best welcome I get?" I grin and stand up, dwarfing her almost rail-thin frame. My real joy at seeing her dissipating some of my weariness. We hug. "How was your trip?" She leaps back. "Amazing! Wait until you see the pictures. We had a phenomenal time." Sarah had been with a group from her school travelling across Brazil, a trip that was half-tourist and half-humanitarian. You could chalk it up to basic college-age idealism, but she really seemed passionate about the stuff they were doing. "I can't wait to hear about it," I say, and then I look past her and words stop forming in my head. She has dark hair that matches her eyes, a figure that is firm but soft in the right areas, and skin that holds a phenomenal tan. Her jeans hug her hips and her white shirt stops just short of them. She has a small smile watching me and Sarah, drawing my eyes to a beautiful pair of lips. We lock eyes and she gives me a little wave. "Derek, this is Annie," Sarah says, stepping back. "Annie, Derek. My little brother." "Hi," she says, extending a hand. I do the same. "Hey." It's more of a grunt. I realize I'm staring. "Great to meet you." I turn back to Sarah. "Let me grab dad, alright?" "No need, you have already done a wonderful job as my acting secretary." Sarah laughs and pushes past me as my dad leaves his office and wraps her up in a hug. "Glad to have you home," he says, and she kisses her cheek. "This must be Anne." "Annie," Sarah corrects him. Annie waves her off. "It's really okay, I'll answer to either." "Well what do people call you?" My dad asks. She shrugs. "Mostly Annie." "Annie it is then! Girls, please, into my office. Derek?" He glances at the clock. I sigh. "Right. Great to see guys. Nice to meet you Annie." "You too," she says, and her smile widens. Sarah winks at me. "See you at there soon." I roll my eyes. "Of course you will." The three of them head to my dad's office. I wait to leave until they're through the door. I meant to leave before that, I swear. But Annie walked at the back of them, and with the way her shirt ended above her jeans, and the way she filled them out, the way her thighs barely touched as she walked, the incredibly subtle sway of her hips... I stopped staring when she was out of my line of vision and I realized it was my dad who now stood before me, one eyebrow raised. I shrug, give him a sheepish smile, and head back out to the floor. -- Sarah and Annie meet me out on the floor about twenty minutes later. "That was quick," I say, a partially-filled ticket in my hand. "You know dad," Sarah shrugs. "Efficient." "He is that. What'd he say?" "He says we're with you. You're showing us the ropes, in a calm and supporting manner." "Does that mean I'm lifting all the heavy stuff?" "Hey!" Sarah hit me in the chest. It is not much of a blow. "I've been working out." Her shoulders do look somewhat more filled out. Behind her, Annie grins and rolls her eyes. "Annie, is she telling the truth?" "If you count a couple six packs of cheap beer on the weekends then two 20-minute guilt ridden trips to the gym on Monday and Tuesday." Sarah whirls around, betrayed. I laugh a lot harder than I should. "Sounds about right," I say. Annie laughs as Sarah defends herself. "Well, seriously, what's the point? I run a lot. Running distance breaks down muscle." I look at Annie. She nods. "Sarah runs all the time. She's a good pacer." "You run too?" I will my eyes to not travel down to her legs, no matter that they're hidden under jeans. "As much as I can." "Derek wishes he could run as fast as us," Sarah says, grabbing the ticket from my hand, then sighs. "But seriously, he's actually pretty good. We ran a marathon together over spring break. He was nice enough to stick with me the first 20 miles, than I let him go for the last 6. He did pretty well." "Not bad," Annie says, her eyes taking on an appraising look. To my horror, I start to blush. "So what, we just grab what's on this list and put it on a pallet?" Sarah asks, flipping through the paperwork. "That's right." "Pfffft. Cakewalk." She tosses the ticket onto the boxes I already have stacked for the order. "Easiest dollar I ever made." "Good. The next item is four of those 50 pound boxes on the third shelf. Climb on up and hand them down to me." Sarah shuts her mouth. "How about... you hand them down to us." We lock eyes. "That's what I thought." Annie steps in between us. "Hey! Don't doubt our strength. Those boxes are long. You can definitely hand them down to us and we can handle them together." I cough. "Honestly we can just wait for a lift. Should only be about 20 minutes." Annie punches my shoulder. "Forget that! We got this." She and Sarah high-five and move towards the shelves. Annie stand on her toes and stretches her arms up. Her breasts jut out against her shirt and the white material pulls up, revealing a taught and tanned stomach. I catch a glimpse of black lace rising above her jeans. "See!" She says. I definitely do. "We can grab those boxes no problem." "Yeah, we'll be fine," Sarah says, and I catch her tone. She's staring at me, hands on her hips. Caught. "Alright," I say, moving past them. "This shouldn't be too bad." It really isn't. We get the boxes down and loaded with ease and fill the rest of the ticket. The girls are a welcome addition to what had been a pretty lonely routine. They talk and laugh a lot, making sure to include me in their conversation. I learn that they had known each other pretty well before their trip, but had gotten very close while on it. The warehouse is hot and the work is hard, and it's not long before we are all sweating. I'm in loose cargo pants and a light shirt, Sarah is in workout gear. "I did not dress well for this," Annie says, wiping an arm across her brow. I would disagree, and seize the opportunity for a quick glance. Her shirt has a good deal of sweat is sticking to a form that is even better than I thought. "Want to change real quick?" Sarah asks. Annie shakes her head. "No need to throw off our rhythm, or get another set of clothes dirty. I can make it through the rest of the day." She adjusts her bra. "Should have worn a sports bra though." Maybe, but I am praising God that she did not. The outline of her bra is clear through the shirt. Plain white as well, but it's better than nothing, right? I don't think it's even a push-up, but her breasts still look full and pert. I need to act quick, because I am staring again. "Right. You guys do what you have to. I'm going to start the next ticket." "We're fine!" Annie says, a challenge in her eyes. "Yeah, we're right next to you," Sarah says. They match my pace well the rest of the day, and we get the tickets knocked out fast. It is easily the best day I've had since working there. Me and Sarah get along great, and I really hadn't realized how much missed her. She and Annie are tight, and with Sarah mediating between us we are all pretty tight by the end of shift. Funny how manual labor can bring people close so quick. Annie's beauty doesn't hurt, either. I find myself catching every glimpse of her I can, whether she is bending over to lift a box or lifting the bottom of her shirt to wipe her face. In a warehouse, there is not much room for decorum. As we are leaving for the day, Annie runs to the bathroom. Me and Sarah wait for her just outside the main door, reveling in the light breeze. "Look, Derek, I know Annie is a pretty girl, and if I was you I probably wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off her either." I look at her, but she holds up a hand. "Hold on. She is an amazing girl, as you've seen. Smart and funny and if we didn't tell her to leave today, she would keep working through the night. I've seen her do it. She also got her heart ripped out by a real prick earlier this semester. Same guy she'd been dating since high school got caught banging a girl at a party. By Annie." I wince. Sarah continues. "You are a phenomenal guy, and would any girl extremely happy. Just don't make it weird with Annie, alright? Stay away from her for a while. She's staying with us all summer, and I really want it to be like today, just three friends working and hanging out together. Is that cool?" I sigh. "But I can keep looking at her butt, right?" Sarah laughs, adding a little volume at the end. "Just try to tone it down, alright? Do you really think it's all that great?" "That girl's butt is phenomenal," I say, and Sarah looks past me and grins. "Whose butt?" It's Annie asking the question. I close my eyes and grimace. "You laughed louder to cover the sound of the door opening, didn't you?" Sarah giggles and nods. - The next day Sarah can barely move and Annie is stiff moving around the kitchen table, but we still all make it work on time. After we get working again they begin to loosen up, and we pick up the same pace we had the day before. I see the guys around the shop, all older, looking at us and shaking their heads at me, giving me grief when the girls aren't around. I tell them they're just jealous they're not working closer to Annie. None of them deny it, and none of them are stupid enough to think about looking at Sarah while my dad's around. The weeks go by pretty fast, and we fall into an easy rhythm. My parents are ecstatic that both kids are back in the house, and Annie is a welcome addition to our family's table. We do a lot together on the weekends, and the three of us get pretty close from working together so much. I have a lot of good memories from the first part of that summer, one of my favorites being when Annie decided to forego the jeans and started wearing yoga pants to work. After the downer that began my summer, it turned out alright. All five of us went to the beach for the Fourth of July, and I got to see Annie in a bikini. We spent a night on the boardwalk and I won both girls stuffed animals after spending about 20 bucks to knock enough bottles down at one of those cheap little booths. Sarah gave me a high five and Annie a kiss on the cheek. Sarah's eye-roll did not deter my smile of glee. It was a good summer. But everything that happened the last two weeks made it one of the greatest times of my life. -- "We're going to Hawaii!" My dad announces one night at dinner. I freeze along with the girls. My mom beams. "For how long?" I ask. "Two weeks." He and my mom lean across the table and high-five, but I don't miss my mom's glance at him. Uh-oh. "When do we leave?" Sarah asked, her eyes shining. At this point my mom arches a brow at my dad. Everyone in my family is really good at that. "Well..." my dad says, and I cut him off. "It's just the two of you, isn't it?" Their silence confirms my guess. No one is really disappointed, though. "That's great!" Sarah exclaims. "When is the last time you two did anything together that was just the two of you? How did this come up?" "A work thing," my dad says. "A guy at another location got the trip and couldn't take it, so he was shopping it around. A trip for two, all expenses paid, some spending money for when we get there." "That's awesome!" I say, and Sarah echoes my exclamation. "You guys are taking this way better than I thought you would," my mom says. "Hey, we get rid of you guys, we can tear this place apart with parties EVERY NIGHT!" Everyone rolls their eyes at that one. "We all know you go to Nick's for parties, and his family is gone," my mom says. "You know if your father found out you did that, he would flay you alive." "That I would dear," my father affirms. "Besides, you guys still have two weeks on your contracts." We laugh. Our contracts were post-it notes on his calendar reminding him to tell his accountant to pay us. "You caught me," I say. But I am happy for them. They are both incredibly selfless, and they deserve the time apart from everything us. Most importantly, when she realized we would be staying behind, Annie caught my eye and bit her lip while everyone else was talking. For just a second, I saw something in her eyes. When she did that, my stomach flipped. -- Annie catches me that night as I am on my way to my room. Our house has three bedrooms on its second floor. Sarah and I have two on one end of the hall with doors that open facing each other, and the third is on the opposite end, a guest room that Annie has been using with its own bathroom. I am leaving the bathroom in the upper hallway when I see Annie. Since dinner she has not been far from my mind. "Hey," I say, suddenly tongue-tied in front of this girl I have spent countless hours with the past two months. "Hey," she says, and bites her lip again. She must know how good she looks when she does that. "Come here real quick." She grabs my hand and pulls me to her doorway. She stops just beyond it and turns back to me. "I have had an amazing summer here with all of you guys." "Good! It's been awesome having you here. I wouldn't have traded it for the world." "Thanks." She stops, almost bites her lip again. "Do you still think I have a nice butt?" This catches me off-guard. "What?" "My butt. You told Sarah on my first day here how nice you thought it was." "Oh yeah," I say, the memory rushing back. My cheeks redden. How do you tell a girl that you're friends with that the day she decided to wear yoga pants was one of the happiest of your life? That I had stared at her butt for so long when we went to the beach that I once counted the number of stripes on her bikini? That the best part of my day is watching her leave for her runs with Sarah in shorts that do not come close to covering the spandex she's wearing beneath them? "Can I take your silence as a yes?" I chuckle, suddenly mute. She pushes forward, her words tumbling out in a nervous flood. "Look, I know about the talk Sarah had with you. She told me all about it that night. And I appreciate it more than you know. Like I said, this summer has been amazing. Getting to know you and your family has been such a gift, and you have been so kind, and our time together has been amazing. And... I've seen the way you look at me sometimes. I know Sarah asked you to stay away from me. I'm just telling you that... if you don't want to do that anymore... you...don't...have to." My heart stops. "What?" She takes my momentary confusion for refusal. The blood rushes to her face and she backs away. "Sorry, sorry, never mind. Have a good night, alright?" She reaches for the door. As it swings forward, I see it shutting on the most amazing opportunity of my young life. One Summer with Annie "Wait!" I almost yell it and throw my hand forward to stop the door. I wince and stop, waiting to see if anybody had heard. Coast is clear. I look at Annie. Her face is red, and once again she's biting her lip. "First, please stop biting your lip. You look really cute and really sexy when you do that, and I can't really think when you do." She stops, and a grin flashes across her lips. "Second, I have no idea what you have in mind, but I am ready to take this as far as you are." I stop to gauge the effect of my words. They work quite well. Annie leans against the door and leans against it. Even the way her fingers curls around the edge of it is turning me on. "Are you sure?" I had spent almost every night of that summer imagining pushing through her door at the end of the hall and taking her in a dozen different ways, depending on my mood of the moment. "Yes. I am incredibly sure." "Okay," her smile is shy now, some of the color is leaving her face. "Your parents leave in two nights, right?" "Yeah." "Cool. Want to watch a movie or something?" "That sounds great." "Okay. And look, I'm not saying this needs to be a secret, but..." "Maybe Sarah doesn't need to know?" "Yeah. Does that bother you?" We're close, but I know we're both not without our secrets. "Not really, no. Not too sound lame, but I really don't want to ruin what we have going here, you know?" A look of relief comes over her face. "Same here. We'll make sure it doesn't, alright?" "Sounds good." "Okay," she presses against the edge of her door so that one breast, full, pert, and braless, stands out well defined against her loose nightshirt. With little to hinder it, her nipple is poking noticeably against the thin material. She give me a wink and another lip bite. "Have a good night." It might be torture. -- My parents leave just after lunch two days later. My dad, being the man he is, went in to the office early and worked until the last moment before they had to leave. My mom took off work early so she could have lunch with us before they left for the airport. The three of us put in a full day at the warehouse and collapsed at home soon after. "Pizza? Chinese? Anything that doesn't require cleaning?" Sarah asks. We let her decide, and she decides on a take-out salad place. I am not amused, but maybe it's for the best. Annie barely touches hers, but otherwise is acting normal. I'm trying to. The past 48 hours have been torture, and I cannot wait until it is just me and her. After dinner we hang out, drink a bottle of my parent's wine (one of the cheap ones), and have a pretty relaxed night. Sarah announces not long after 9 that she is heading to bed. "I told one of the office ladies I'd help her out in the morning. With dad gone, no one to reign in overtime, right?" She heads upstairs and we hear the water run in the bathroom, her feet moving around some, then her bedroom door close. Our time has come. After a full summer, Annie and I are intentionally alone. We stare at each other across the empty living room. "Hi," she says, her smile shy. I say hi back. Silence. I muster up my courage and cross the room. I pull her up from the couch and wrap her in a deep hug. "What's this?" She asks, snaking her arms around me anyway. "We need to start somewhere, right? Nothing wrong with a hug." So lame, but it seems to work. Annie melts into me and I relish the feel of her body against mine, the scent of her hair. "Ready for a movie?" "Definitely!" she says, sitting back on the couch. I pull something up and she curls against me, one hand on my chest. We sit there in contented silence as the movie begins. "This is nice," she whispers. The movie continues and we make stupid jokes in whispered tones, and I pull her tight against me. My fingers brush along the curve of her breast, the top of her loose sweats. After a while she sits up and stretches. "You alright?" "Fine," she says. "Just really tight. Today was kind of rough." "For real." A welcome thought comes to mind. "Want a back rub?" She looks back at me and smiles. "Really?" "Definitely." "Great! Where do you want me?" "Wherever you're comfortable." She takes a quick glance around the room before settling on the floor and its thick carpet. I take a minute to appreciate the view of her face down on the floor before straddling her legs. "Ready?" She nods. I start at her shoulders and work down her back with one continuous motion, then go back up. I haven't given many back rubs, have in fact been quite selfish in the taking of them, but I try to do what feels good for me. I work on her for a few minutes, staying clear of any areas that might offend, before she sits up. "Hold on," she says. She reaches back and unclips her bra, puling it free from her shirt before laying back down and wriggling against the carpet. "Sorry. It would just be way more comfortable without that thing." I am not complaining. I continue my ministrations, wondering if she has in fact sent me an incredibly clear signal. Maybe? I play it safe for a while longer, digging my fingers deep into the muscles on her back. She groan beneath my touch. Other than the obvious parts, Annie's back and torso have always caught my next. She has great shoulders, which I have come to appreciate in a woman, and her back and stomach are lithe and well-defined. I have no problem showing them attention. The movie is pushed from my mind as I continue my work on her. She wriggles her butt as I rub her lower back, so I decide to begin exploring. My fingers drift past the waistline of her sweatpants, drawing a deeper moan from her. Encouraged, I ease down further, delighting in the firm flesh beneath my fingers. It is obvious from what I'm feeling that she's wearing a thong, and the realization sends a boyish thrill through me. I work my thumbs at the base of her butt, and she moans again. I am really enjoying my life right now. I work back up her back, and she gives a disappointed whimper until my hands slide beneath her loose shirt. Her skin is warm and soft, and I rejoice at the direct contact of our skin. I work my hands along the edges of her back up to her shoulders, then back down to the middle of her back. I move out from there and begin to inch towards the edges of her breasts. She giggles a bit, then moans again when I come into contact with the soft flesh bulging out from beneath her. I trace the edges with my fingertips, and she shivers. By this point I have a massive erection, and I don't realize it's laying between the globes of her butt until she squeezes her cheeks around it. My fingers spasm and splay out around her breasts, and she giggles at my reaction. I growl and work my hands back down her back. I move to her side and slip one hand down the back of her sweat, letting my hand run over the soft flesh. She moans as I trace the fabric of her thong through her crack, applying little to no pressure. I massage the top of each thigh again, ignoring the gentle and barely noticeable movements of her groin. I think about teasing her some more when I remember the previous two months of waiting for this moment, and I become much more action-oriented. My fingers play along the thin lace that stretches over her crotch, and my sudden move is welcomed by a relieved groan from Annie and a firm press of her hips against my fingers. For a few moments I need do nothing but apply firm pressure with my hand and she does the work. I am mesmerized the movement of supple butt moving up and down as she grinds herself against my fingers. I split my fingers and take a light hold of her labia, squeezing them gently with my pointer and index finger all the way to her clit. I move my hand with minute gestures, and am rewarded by more moans and hip movement from Annie. I pull her shirt up and kiss her back as my fingers break their hold and I slip one hand beneath her lace cover. She is soaking wet, but still I apply only gentle pressure as I slip in one finger, two more moving up to her clit. At this point she is grinding hard against my hand and the floor, her breathing quickening. I push the finger that's inside of her even deeper, and she pushes hard against the fingers on her clit. Her body goes rigid and her legs shake as the orgasm washes over her. When it passes she jumps up to her knees. "That was amazing," she says. Before I can respond she pushes her lips against mine. Our kiss is long and deep. Her lips are perfect. She breaks away and gives me a sheepish grin. "Sorry. I just felt kind of bad about letting you finger me before we even kissed." I laugh, careful to keep my voice low. The credits are rolling one the movie. "Dang, it must be late." I say. I reach for my phone but she stops me. "It'll be alright," she says. I stare at her and she smiles before reaching her arms to the ceiling, stretching. This juts her breasts out towards me, the nipples prominent and pressing against her shirt. "Your turn," she says. She pushes me gently back against the couch and straddles my legs. "What I really need to know now, Derek, is..." she pecks her lips against my nose. "When is the last time you were with a girl?" I cock my head, but she slips the fingers of her right hand below my waistband as she asks it. "It's been a while." "Yeah?" my erection has not decreased, but she keeps her hand away from it. She rubs the inside of my thighs on either side, applying a firm pressure that almost makes me groan. "How long?" Thinking is hard right now. "at least..." her fingers brush the bottom of my balls. "...the uh,... the last night of school." "Oh yeah?" she grins and runs one finger up the bottom of my shaft. "Some heartsick girl trying to hold on to you as you run off to college?" "No," I gasp. "A friend..." she wraps two fingers around the head "...a friend's sister." "Ooh, dangerous," she says, slow and husky. The two fingers wrapped around the head make their way down my shaft, taking their time. "Did he know about it?" "No," I whisper, dropping my head back. "Bad boy," she whispers in my ear, now wrapping her whole hand around me. So cliché, but so effective. "What did the two of you do?" This is bizarre, remembering what one girl did to me as this beautiful woman is on my lap with her hand wrapped around my cock. "Not this," I whisper, and she nips my lip with her teeth. She pulls her hand form my shorts and runs her tongue over it, locking her eyes on mine. She slips her hand back beneath my shorts and increases her pressure, her hand now lubed and ready. "Then what did you do?" she whispers. "We snuck up to her bedroom, and uh... we started off with me going down on her..." "Yeah," Annie whispers. "Did she like that?" "She seemed to." "Did you get her off?" Annie moves her crotch up against me. "Yeah." "Good. What then?" "We just had sex, it was nothing..." she squeezes me, a gentle rebuke. She smiles. "You can do better than that." I sigh and take a moment to compose myself, as well as to enjoy Annie's continued affections. Thinking back, I remember a pretty great night. "Okay, ahh... she took her clothes off and rubbed up and down me. She practically gave me a lap dance. She took my clothes off one piece at a time, wraps her boobs around my cock and..." I trail off as she moves her crotch against the head of my shaft in smooth, rhythmic motions. "Keep going," she whispers, her forehead against mine. "Right... aah... she's using her tits on me and after minute I throw her up on the bed and we start going at it. After a few minutes she rolls me over and takes control, we wind up on the floor, she's going crazy on me..." I struggle to continue. "and... we were drunk... I don't really remember anything else..." She smiles at me and I pull her to me and kiss her, long and deep. "Don't worry about it," she whispers, dropping her lips right by my ear. Her breath is hot against it. "Do you want to hear about what I've done almost every night this summer?" I don't say anything, but the sudden thrust of my hips seems to be answer enough. She giggles. "I would lay in bed after a shower, all of my clothes on the floor, the blankets off of me, completely naked in my own room. It's cool enough so that I have goosebumps everywhere, and my nipples are...hard," she emphasizes the word. Again, cliché but so effective. "Everything is so tight. I start running my hands up and down my body, imagining they're yours. I squeeze my boobs, I lift up my hips." At this point I grab her butt in both hands, desperate for more of her. I am pulling her back and forth against my cock, and her voice in my ear is pushing me close. "I slip my fingers inside when I'm ready, and I squeeze down on them just like I did with yours a few minutes ago. I imagine you inside of me, your face against mine, your cock pounding into me..." That does it. I pull her close and drive my hips against her despite the layers of cloth between us. I cover her hand with my load, and she keeps loose pressure around me as I finish. I collapse back against the couch when I finish. She leans forward with a smile and opens her mouth to speak when we hear movement above us. "Crap," she whispers. Footsteps walk down the hall towards Annie's room. "I left my bedroom door open and one of the lights on." She looks at me with a grimace and then gives me a deep kiss. "Stay here for a minute before heading to bed." I sit up with a jolt. "Bed?" She kisses me again, rubbing her hips against me. "I swear this is not over." She pulls her hand from my pants carefully and runs to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard. She washes her hands in the sink then fills up the glass before heading upstairs. I hear her and Sarah whisper for a minute before the footsteps separate and two doors close. I lean against the couch and sigh. At least she said it wasn't over. -- We keep it cool at work the next day, and as far as I know Sarah suspects nothing, though I guess it was a pretty close call. It being Friday, all anyone can think of is the weekend, and the foreman lets us run off early, as dad isn't here to say anything. We rush home, and I only have thoughts of Annie dancing through my head. I change and head out of my room to hear the shower running across the hall. I turn down the hall and See Annie in her running gear. She is without one of her usual shirts today, instead is wearing just a lime green sports bra. Her breasts strain against the constraining fabric, giving me an enticing view. Her athletic shorts are rolled a little higher than normal, as is the spandex beneath. "Hey!" She says, running to me and jumping in my arms. We kiss, long and deep. "I need to go for a run," she says. "After that? I'm not letting you go anywhere." I start carrying her to her room. She giggles and digs her fingers into my side. "Stop it! Sarah is right there." "In the shower." "You know how quick she is in there. Look, she is going to run some errands, and should be gone for a while. I swear my run will be quick, and we'll see how much we can do before she gets home." I know she can see the lust in my eyes, and there is a fair amount in hers as well. "I like that challenge," I whisper as the shower shuts off. I drop her and give her a spank as she walks by. "Hey, why no shirt? First time I've seen you do that all summer." "Are you complaining?" "Not a bit." She shrugs. "It makes me feel sexy. We won't have much time when I get back, and I want to make sure I am more than ready." I have to grip the railing to keep from pouncing on her. "Make sure you're quick." She smiles and winks in response. Sarah leaves the bathroom a second after the door closes, wrapped in a towel. "Why are you standing in the middle of the hall grinning like a moron?" Unable to think of a good reason or comeback at the moment, I change the subject. "Hey, you're running errands, right?" "About to. What's up?" "We need a new blade for the lawnmower." Dad gave us a list of chores for while they're gone, mine is fixing the lawnmower. "Could you run to the hardware store and grab one? Just tell them the type of mower we have and they'll give you the right one." "That's on the other side of town!" An unexpected bonus I hadn't even thought of. Nice job, me. "I know, but would you mind?" She arches an eyebrow. Why am I the only one who can't do that? "Maybe. It might have to wait, I was just going to run to the store." "Ok, whatever," I say, trying to play it cool. Inwardly I'm begging her to go pick-up the stupid mower blade. Sarah leaves a few minutes later. I leave my room and pace the upstairs hall. I pace the living room. I walk circles around the kitchen table. I'm just sitting down to watch TV when the front door opens. Annie walks into view a few moments later, a vision of perfection. She's covered in sweat, giving the effect that she was covered in oil. Her hair is plastered to her face. Her nipples are poking, screaming through her top. Her legs, lean and muscular before flaring out just enough at her hips, are glistening. "Sorry," she gasped. "Got on a high and didn't realize how far I'd gone. You have no idea how fast I made it back." "Nicely done," I say, rising from the couch. She frowns. "I need to shower." "Really?" She turns her back to me then looks over her shoulder. "What do you think?" She removes her shoes then slips her thumbs beneath the waistband of her shorts. Locking her eyes on mine, she removes them and the spandex and inch at a time, accentuating every movement. I hold my breath as skin slightly paler than her torso comes into view, in the shape of a bikini far smaller than the one I saw at the beach. She moves her hands so that they run down each side of her butt, her legs staying perfectly straight as bends at the waist to remover her clothes. I clench my fists as I am at last greeted with a full view of her butt, then her pussy. A crack of light shines between her legs as she rolls her shorts farther down. She straightens and kicks them off when they are at her feet. For the first time I am treated to a full view of the butt I have fantasized about all summer. The runs and the work in the warehouse has done it well. Its curves are sensuous yet firm, the skin smooth. At the edges of her bikini line the tan is deep, yet there is a patch of almost white skin much smaller within the darker tones of her flesh. Clearly she has a much smaller bikini than the one she wore to the beach with my family. She removes her sports bra in one quick move. She takes a deep breath and looks back once more, the side of her breast just visible. Wearing only her socks, she walks around the corner. I hear the shower in the upstairs hall bathroom moments later. She did just invite me up there with her, right? My mind takes far too long to come to the realization. I run up the stairs, pausing for a moment to catch my breath before entering the bathroom. I had always found the layout of this bathroom strange. The shower is to the side when you walk in, the toilet around a protruding corner. The counter and sink is directly in front of you when you walk in. after I opened the door, however, I assumed that the designer of the floor plan had this very moment in mind when he thought it out. Annie is perched on the counter, facing me with her back against the mirror. Her socks now discarded, she is completely nude. Her knees are perched up in front of her, covering her breasts but giving me a perfect view of her pussy. There is a narrow close-trimmed patch just above it, but I do not see a single hair on her thick, full labia. Her hair, sweaty and wild, is now flared out around her shining face. Her smile is eager yet shy. One Summer with Annie "What took you so long?" She asks. I pull my shirt off over my head as I cross the bathroom, stopping just in front of her. "I couldn't believe you were asking me to join you." She grins and pull me in for a kiss, reaching down and unbuttoning my jeans, pulling them and my boxers off in one smooth motion. Her legs drop and wrap around my waist, and I am presented with her breasts for the first time. I don't need to describe those in much detail, right? They were full, they were as tan as the rest of her, they were soft in my hand. I'm sure you can fill in the rest. Her nipples respond in an instant to my touch. One hand rests on her breast, tweaking and squeezing it while the other runs up to her head, down her back. She is slick with sweat, and my hand runs along her skin as it would an oiled surface. My tongue finds hers and we kiss with a powerful hunger. We only break it when her hand finds me, already well aroused. "You want to know why I ran for so long, why it felt so good?" She asks, running my head up and down her full lips. "Why?" My question is more of a gasp. "Because I was thinking of you. Every time my thighs touched, squeezing me in between them, I thought of you. Every time my arm brushed the edge of my boob, I thought of your touch. A couple of guys looked at me when I ran past them. I wanted to laugh in their face, tell them that they have no idea what I had waiting for me back home. I was so turned on by the time I turned around, I almost didn't make it back." My shaft is still in her grasp, the tip soaking wet in her juices as she continues to work me up and down, just within the edges of her soft lips. My hand squeezes her breast harder as she talks, her voice husky and moaning. "I'm yours, Derek. I'm ready for you." My hands drop to her butt. She removes hers from me. I begin to enter her. There is a pounding on the door. We freeze, our eyes locked, our foreheads pressed against one another's. She grabs me at the base of the shaft and I pull out with incredible willpower and reluctance. Her eyes pout and she mouths 'I'm sorry' as she pushes me back towards the toilet and grabs a towel, before opening the door. "Hey! You didn't take long at all," Annie says. "Yeah, the store was pretty empty," Sarah responds. "Derek wanted me to drive across town for something, but the radio was saying traffic was terrible. I'll run out and grab it for him first thing tomorrow. Have you seen him around?" "Nope!" Annie says, no hint of fear in her voice. "I assumed he was gone. Haven't heard a thing around the house." "Is that why you decided to get undressed downstairs before taking a shower up here?" I freeze. Annie doesn't answer. I completely forgot about her clothes! "Hey, you know me," Annie laughs. "It's been killing me to wear so many clothes all summer. I figured since I was home by myself I could take advantage of the situation." Sarah, to my confusion, laughs. "I was wondering how you were doing with that. Figured that was taking a toll on the dorm nudist." This conversation just got so much more interesting. "Hey, a girl does what she needs to do. So yeah, I went for a run, and my shower drain is all backed up, so I changed down there and came in here to shower." "Whatever. I know you take the longest showers ever after you run, but try not to use all the hot water, alright?" "Do my best." "Alright. You want to lay out after you're done? I could use some sun." "Sure!" Annie says, closing the door at last. She walks back to me, still wrapped tight in a towel. "I'm really sorry," she whispers. I shake my head. "Not your fault at all. More importantly, are you really the dorm nudist?" She giggles. "Not really. But, it did kind of become a joke after a semester or so. When everyone else tended to be wearing clothes in their rooms, I wouldn't be." I nod in approval. She drops the towel. I drink the view in before me for several long seconds, imagining all that she was doing while nude in her dorm. "Hey," she says, looking at the shower, still running. "Do you think you'll last as long as you did last night?" I scoff. "Right now? I'd be happy with thirty seconds." She grins. "Perfect." She drops on her knees in front of me and grabs the base of my shaft once more, taking the bulk of the rest of it in her mouth. After running her mouth up and down it several times, she removes it and straightens up, wrapping my shaft in her boobs. She looks up at me and winks. I make it longer than 30 seconds, but not by much. -- I sneak back into my room while Sarah is in hers with the door closed. I lie on my bed with my head still buzzing from Annie's work in the bathroom. I hear the shower shut off a few minutes later. The door opens, Annie's footsteps retreat down the hall to her room. More time passes. The doors open and the girls go downstairs. They move around the kitchen before I hear the back door slide open. I give them time to settle before heading downstairs myself. I make a bunch of noise in the kitchen while throwing together a sandwich. I grab a book I'm in the middle of from a shelf in the living room. I glance out the back door and see the girls sprawled out on our two lounge chairs on the back deck. The table near them is open, so after taking a moment to gather myself I open the sliding glass door and make my presence known. "Hey guys," I say, putting my stuff on the table and dropping into a chair next to it. "How's it going?" Annie smiles and waves. My eyes light up when I look at her, though I try to keep my reaction muted. Whatever bikini gave her that tiny tan line, she is wearing it now. It's a deep blue, the top strapless and bottoms rising low and doing just enough to keep everything covered. I can see why she wouldn't want to wear it in front of her hosts. Sarah grunts at my greeting. Both are wearing sunglasses. "Shhh. I'm almost asleep. Where were you?" Annie drops her sunglasses and gives me a look. I stay calm. "I fell asleep myself. Woke up when I heard you guys moving around." "Okay. I didn't get your mower blade," her voice is slow, her own nap is near. "I'll get it tomorrow, alright?" "No worries." She gives me a small smile. A peaceful quiet falls over the deck. I polish off my sandwich and open my book. A few small bugs serenade us from across the lawn. The dropping sun gives the perfect amount of light. It is a beautiful late summer afternoon. Sarah, in the lounge chair closes to me, relaxes completely. Her head drops to her side, her covered eyes pointed in my direction. In minutes her breathing is deep, slow. I get pretty into my book. After my earlier meeting with Annie in the bathroom, I'm pretty tired myself. I sit up and take off my shirt. I glance at Annie, drinking in the sight of her. She meets my eye behind her sunglasses and gestures at Sarah. She cocks her head and puts her hands to the side of her face, miming sleep. I nod. Annie smiles. She sits up slowly and reaches around behind her back. I am instantly hooked. She unhooks her top and lets it drop to her side, easing the burden from the straining cloth. She leans back and her breasts jiggle with the movement. She faces me and brings two fingers up to one of her nipples. What follows next is a private show I may never forget. Her hands spend a long time at her breasts and her torso twists in her chair as she struggles to stay silent. One hand runs up and down her body, spending more and more time over her minute bottoms. My hands grip my book tight, wary of moving them should Sarah open her eyes. Just beyond my sleeping sister Annie is fully aroused. She cocks one leg up and turns her entire body to face me. Her breasts fall to the side with the movement and she works both nipples with one hand. While doing so, she slips her other beneath the fabric of her bikini bottoms. Her back arches and her mouth opens in a silent groan as she now has uninhibited access to her sex. I see her fingers moving beneath the fabric, starting slow and increasing their pace to a feverish pitch. Her stomach muscles tighten and contract as her hips buck against her ministrations. She looks at me and licks her lips, grinning at my white-knuckled grip on my book. She draws her muscular legs up tighter against her groin. Her fingers are now squeezing one nipple as she juts her torso up even higher and struggles to remain quiet. The hand on her breast moves down her torso and joins its twin beneath her bikini bottom, and she picks her hips up completely from the chair. It is an amazing picture, her breasts thrusting up from her lithe frame, every muscle in her body tight as climaxes. Still, somehow, she has kept from making all but the slightest sounds. She lies back down slowly, smiling and looking at me. I gulp and nod, a silent thanks. She smiles and wipes her hands on her towel. After relaxing in the sun for a long moment, she sits back and up and replaces her top. I cannot take it anymore. I get up and go into the house, speed-walking up to my bedroom. I'm struggling to remove my shorts when my phone goes off. I pick it up and see a message from Annie. Please, save yourself for me. I almost throw my phone across the room. I think about pretending I didn't see the message. I'll be more than ready for her the next time we could meet up anyway. But damned if she isn't worth it. I decide I need a run myself. -- "Well, I have a date for tonight." It's the next morning, and I am just stumbling downstairs. Sarah and Annie spent the previous night as a girl's night. I wind up meeting up with some semi-friends, play video games until way too late. I promised Annie I would be home before she fell asleep. I maybe got way too into the game. Turns out she and Sarah broke into my parents wine collection anyway and a short nap for them around midnight turned into a full night's sleep, so I was safe. Anyway, it takes me a minute to work out what Sarah said. "What?" Sarah is a beautiful, amazing girl, but doesn't date much. She shrugs. "Yeah. A guy I knew from high school was working at Home Depot - here's your blade by the way - and we started talking, then asks me out to dinner..." "This is a pity date, isn't it?" She shakes her head. "No!" "Really? You're not just going out with him because you feel bad for him?" "I just didn't want to embarrass him in front of..." "Pity date," Annie and I say at the same time. We high-five. Sarah rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Will you two survive without me tonight?" Annie and I glance at each other, and I am thankful that the counter in front of my hides my instant arousal at the thought of us at home alone together. "We'll scrape by," Annie says. "How long will you be gone?" Sarah sighs. "We're doing dinner and a movie. This guy is really nice, but I think he panicked when I actually said yes to him. I remembered that he was pretty into sci-fi in high school, so I suggested we go see that new space movie." "Isn't that like three hours?" I ask, struggling to keep my voice neutral. Sarah drops into a chair by the table, rubbing her eyes. "Yes." Annie pats her shoulder. "You're too nice, girl. But maybe you'll have fun!" "I'm sure we will," Sarah says. "He is a really nice guy." While they're talking I'm stopping myself from taking my sister's face in my hands and kissing her for giving me the greatest gift I have ever received. -- Sarah gets picked up twenty minutes early for her date. I kind of remember the guy, Dustin, a few years ahead of me and in Sarah's class at school. He wasn't real popular, but everyone always seemed to like him. Annie shouts down goodbye from upstairs, I shake hands with him and Sarah follows him out the door, her great smile already in place. I lock the door and turn around, glancing up the stairs at a hint of movement. Annie is at the top of the steps wearing a pink corset and matching garter attached to black stockings. There is nothing beneath the garter. Her legs are pushed into even better definition by a pair of black high heels. Her hair is curled and frames her face. It takes me a moment to form any words. "Where did you get that?" She grins. "Remember when I said I had to run to pharmacy at lunch the other day?" "Yeah." "I lied." She spins around once, slow. "Do you like it?" I close my mouth. "The only thing I will love more is taking it off of you." She smiles and nods to the door. "They're gone, right?" Somewhere in the back of my mind I found the knowledge that I had heard Dustin's car pull away a minute earlier. "Yeah." "And Sarah has her purse, everything?" "I guess." Annie sighs in relief. "Good. I won't be able to handle anything interrupting us again." She runs one hand up her front then stretches it in front of her, beckoning me with her finger. "Ready?" I run up the stairs. She jumps into my arms, locking her heels behind my back. The perfume she's wearing is heady, strong. I breathe it in as my mouth traces her neck, along the top of her cleavage. Her fingers lace through my hair, clutching the back of my head. I carry her towards her room, pushing the door open with my shoulder and dropping her on the bed. "The way I see it, we have at least five hours," she says. I grin. "Let's make them count." She scoots back on the bed as I take off my shirt and pants, leaving only my boxers on. I chase after her on my hands and knees and she meets my advance with her lips and tongue, locking mine within. I run my hand up and down the stiff satin of the corset, over the smooth flesh of thigh exposed between stockings and garter. I break our kiss long enough to say one thing. "This is coming off," I point at the corset. "Everything else stays on." "Okay," she responds, pulling me back down on top of her. We don't move past this for a few minutes, enjoying the time that we have together. Eventually, though, it is time to move forward. "Take this thing off me," Annie gasps. "It's smashing my boobs." I leap up. "Then I must save them," I growl, rolling her on her back. I release the dozen or so eye hooks, rubbing at the marks the tight piece left behind on her skin. "I hope you know how amazing you looked in that," I say. "It looks like it hurt." "It definitely wasn't comfortable," she replies, taking a deep breath. "But I'm glad you liked it." "Loved it," I whisper, my lips making a trail down her spine. She shivers when I reach the base of it and keep going, spending a good amount of time on each cheek of her butt. My hands, meanwhile, cover every inch of her body I can reach, rubbing from her ankles to her shoulders, her neck and the edges of her breasts. She's groaning well before I begin to kiss the inside of her thighs. She eases her legs open, and I snap one of the strings of her garter against her skin. "Ow!" She cries, not expecting the slight sting. "Couldn't resist," I say, smiling and edging back to her opening, breathing in the perfume that she sprayed there as well. "I couldn't resist this either," she says, sitting up and crawling backwards over. I turn over just as her boobs cross my face and I catch one of them in my mouth. She stops as I suck on it, kiss it, run my tongue over it, everything I can think of doing. I do the same to the other. By the time I'm done, her hips are starting to buck against thin air. "Come here," I say, pulling her body up and moving her hips closer to my mouth. I kiss across them, tracing the garter with my tongue. I kiss her mound, bringing my tongue with teasing distance of her clit. She tries to push it against my tongue, but I stop her at the last second. She moans the denial. I don't tease her for long. When I am ready and I have two perfect thighs encased in stockings on either side of my head, I lean up and run my tongue up along her pussy. She gasps and shudder when I do it. One hand grabs the top of my head and her other braces against the headboard, and then she is grinding against my face for all she is worth. I am tempted to just keep my tongue flat, but I am having far too much fun to let her do all the work. I run my tongue along each labia, I push it inside her as deep as I can, I suck on her clit while pushing a finger inside her, stroking the top of her inner wall with the tip of it. Above me I watch as hips framed by pink lace convulse and buck, breasts jerking and jiggling to keep time. Annie's eyes are closed and her mouth is open, her chin tucked against her chest. She is breathing deep and hard between murmurs and whimpers. I keep my attention on her clit as I run both hand up her front and grab her breasts in my hands. She throws her head back and howls. "Twist my nipples, squeeze them, twist them, please," she gasps. I am happy to comply. This last bit of attention pushes her over the edge. Her thighs clamp down on either side of my head. Her hands grab mine, pushing them hard onto her breasts. Her abs contract and release, contract and release to the pulsing of her orgasm. Her mouth locks open, her breathing stops. I push my tongue inside her again, lapping up everything I can. When the crest of her climax breaks she leans back and I release her breasts. She tilts her head back, breathing deep, before pushing her groin down my body. I wipe my face and she leans down and gives me a long, slow kiss. My hands roam freely as we do, squeezing her butt, her thighs, pull lightly on her hair. As I do this one of her hands roams down my body and wraps around my shaft, fully aroused and aching. Without a word, without breaking our kiss, she guides me to her entrance and pushes me in. It was worth the wait. I would probably say that if she had made me wait even two hours instead of two months, but it was worth it. She is hot and soaking wet. I slide in without a problem, and we groan together as her labia bump against me. She sits up and stretches, tightening her inner muscles around my shaft. "You feel amazing," she says, and I seize the opportunity to again grab her breasts. "So do you," I respond, not trying to think of anything more to say. She smiles and leans back down, raising and dropping her hips once...twice...three times. "I cannot believe we're finally doing this," she whispers, and I smile. "You were worth every second of the wait," I say, and she bites her lip and smiles. That does it. I grab her hips and lift her up, bringing my hips up to meet them. She throws her head back with a hiss as I bury myself deep inside her. My hands adjust to her butt, squeezing the cheeks and pulling them apart as I push into her again. We stay like that, me deep inside, her grinding against me. She shakes and shivers as a mini-orgasm washes over her. I smile and roll us to our sides. Here our hands have full range of motion over our bodies, and we take advantage of it. We are slamming into each other as hard and fast as possible now, any thoughts of tenderness pushed aside by mutual lust. Her fingers tweak my nipples this time, run along my back, scratch at my hips. I grab her breasts, her butt. I sneak two fingers down to her pussy and gather some of the copious juices leaking out from around my shaft. I spread her butt once more and press one of my well-lubed fingers against her rear entrance. She reacts just the way I hoped she would. Her back arches and she increases our pace, one hand grabbing the back of my neck. I lube up the outside of her rear and gather more juices, enjoying her heightened frenzy as I perform my gentle movements. When I believe she is sufficiently prepared, I roll her on her back. Her legs lock around my back and I feel the coolness of the high heels and the rougher fabric of her stockings against my skin. I smile and kiss her, pushing the tip of my middle finger into her butt as I do so. One Summer with Annie She moans into my mouth and I freeze my finger where it is. She opens her eyes and gives me a brief nod before throwing her head back again and bucking her hips up against me again. I hold my shaft deep inside of her as I push the first digit of my finger into her rear. Her mouth opens as I do so and her breathing gets hoarse. Taking this as encouragement, I continue to pound into her with my cock from the front while working on her butt with my finger, alternating their thrusts. After several minutes of this the bucking of her hips gets more insistent and her legs stiffen and extend down the back of mine. She pulls me down close, biting my shoulder. I push deep into her and she does the rest of the work. Her inner muscles constrict and her pussy pulls me in as far as I can go. Her hips buck twice and the mixed sound of a scream and a sigh escape past her lips. Her body slackens and she drops onto the bed. I pull my finger from her butt. Her eyes are closed and her face dreamy. "That was great," she whispers. I smile. "Good." I feel her muscles working against me inside of her, testing my arousal. "Did you...?" I shake my head. She grabs my shoulders. "Then why are you stopping?" I start rocking into her again, easy and slow. After a minute she smiles up at me. "I appreciate that, but we can go faster now." She braces her heels against the bed and pushes up, rolling me over. I'm staring up Annie now, still buried deep within her, her face and the top of her chest flushed a deep red. "You're turn," she says, bracing against my chest. She starts grinding hard against my cock, then begins dropping her hips up and down on it, her breasts swinging like crazy to the time of the motion. After a few minutes of that she grinds down on me again, pushing her pussy forward and back against me. The fluid motion and the look of concentrated lust on her face proves my undoing. "I'm close Annie," I whisper, and her fingers scratch at my chest. "Then explode in me Derek," she whispers, and few seconds later I do just that. She rides my orgasm out, and it may have brought one on for her as well, if her tensed body and open-mouthed smile are any indication. When I am done we stare at each other for a long moment. We don't speak for a long time then, just enjoy the moment. I finally break the silence. "Are you hungry?" She smiles. "Starving." -- Annie runs to the bathroom while I pull on my boxers and head to the kitchen. I am whipping up some kitchen and pasta when she walks in wearing a short pink silk robe, her garter and stockings still on. "You look amazing," I say. She smiles and tousles her hair. "You look pretty good yourself. I like a man who can move in the kitchen and the bedroom." She sits on a bar stool and leans back against the counter. Her robe slips a bit, and I do not see a bra strap on her shoulder. I grin and walk to the fridge, looking for stuff for a salad. "Italian?" She asks. "Yeah. Simple and quick. Is that okay?" "Perfect." I work in silence as she keeps her seat. I chop up vegetables, make a quick sauce from a packet, stir everything together. I move it over to the bar where she is sitting. She leans over, breathes deep. "Smells great. Will it stay warm?" "I mean, yeah, I'm grabbing the plates now. I can put a lid..." I turn around and lose my train of thought. Annie is still on the stool, but the robe has slipped completely off her shoulder now. Her right breast is free from the cloth and her nipple is hard in the warm kitchen. I can see the other pushing against the thin material of her robe. One hand toys with the loose tie around her waist. When she sees she has my attention, she spreads one of her legs. She is wearing nothing at all beneath that robe. Dinner, which was probably better warm, didn't hold a candle to the course I was served before it. -- I get up late in the night, my throat parched. I head downstairs to grab a drink, careful not to disturb the sleeping girl next to me. The front door opens just as I turn the kitchen light on. I peek around the corner to see Sarah walking in. "Hey," I whisper. She smiles and waves. "How was your night?" She walks into the kitchen and I hand her the glass of water I had poured for myself. I reach for another one as she answers. "You know what? I had a really good time. We talked the entire time and all through dinner. We just made it to the movie on time because we were having so much fun, then left halfway through it when we realized we would be having a lot more fun doing something else together." She leans against a bar stool. "We go dancing and don't leave until the place closes. Then we stopped at a little park on the way home and laid on his hood, still talking and looking at the stars. It was honestly a phenomenal time." "Good," I say, happy for her and surprised at the development. "How about you guys? You have a good night?" Before answering I glance at the bar stool she was leaning against. Not long before it was rocking beneath me and Annie, she leaning against bar with her robe around her waist and her legs locked around me as I stood in front of her. They glide over to the couch, where barely an hour ago Annie was on her knees against the rear cushions, grabbing onto them and burying her face in them to muffle her cries. I had her breasts in one hand and the other guiding her hips in time with our movement. "Yeah, we had a pretty good time." She arches an eyebrow. "Annie asleep in your bed?" I choke on my water. I lower my glass and my face reddens. "Wha... Well..." Sarah holds up a hand and smiles. "Relax, I've seen this coming. You guys can be pretty good together. Have a good night, Derek." She turns to leave the kitchen. "Hold on, what about what you said to me at the beginning of the summer?" Sarah turns around. "Did you wait to do anything until she asked you to?" "Yeah." "Then why should I have a problem? You blew all my expectations out of the water anyway." She grins. "I thought you would have made a move within a week." "I probably should have. She just turned out to be really cool. I didn't want to mess anything up, with her or you." Sarah cocks her head. "See? You're a good guy, Derek. You guys enjoy the last couple of weeks of summer." She heads towards the stairs. "Love you," I call out. She leans over the railing and smiles back. "Love you too, bud."