2 comments/ 16886 views/ 4 favorites The Summer I Met Nina By: peacekeeper25 I met Nina the summer I worked as a waiter at Pocmont Lodge—a glitzy, somewhat seedy resort in the Pocono Mountains. It was a good way to earn a lot of money in ten weeks because we worked for room and board and got good tips. All the waiters and bus boys bunked in a cabin that looked more like a chicken house. The shabby cabin next door housed the band that played in the lounge at night. At twenty-five, I was older than the other guys because I decided to go to college after four years in the Navy and working on freighters. I had done a lot of traveling, seen a lot of ports and had my share of one night stands—mostly prostitutes. I am somewhat shy around women and it takes all of my nerve to approach someone who attracts me. When I first saw Nina that summer, I knew I wanted to meet her but had no idea how I could make that happen. Being a waiter in a resort is a lot different than working in a regular restaurant because we served breakfast, lunch and dinner to the same people for a long weekend or sometimes a week and they would give us pretty big tips before they left. We were also expected to play softball with the guest in the afternoon and play with the children in the pool. To make extra money, I worked as a bar waiter at night—so it was a long day. This was my second summer at the resort and I decided if I was going to be a waiter, I'd be the best I could be. I wore a short red waiter's jacket with one gold button, black pants, white shirt with a black bow tie. I made being a waiter fun even though some of the guests were slobs, phonies, rude and demanding, others were pleasant and appreciative. No matter what-- I was always polite, accommodating and personable, often kibitzing—that was my job and it helped with the tips. Though Nina was not seated in my section, when I passed her table the first night she arrived, our eyes met. She was seated with her parents—an older couple who looked pretty well off. I found out her father was a judge and her mother a college professor at the University of Pennsylvania. I also found out from their waiter, a guy named Gary, that Nina was engaged and that her finance would be up on the weekend. She had an exotic look about her—long black curly hair that fell well below her shoulders, high cheek bones, olive skin and sparkling green eyes. She dressed in a variety of ways--sometimes bohemian with a paisley skirt and white peasant blouse or jeans with tie-dyed t-shirts or a low cut tank top though at lunch she dressed for tennis. Her tits were like round grapefruits that strained her tight shirts. She also had long dangling earrings and several bracelets on each wrist. I also noticed the big ring on her finger. She had a sophisticated air and I could not tell her age—she could have been eighteen or thirty. At first we just glanced at each other then she'd smile and I would too. When I looked up while serving, she would look at me then quickly turn away. By the third day of seeing her in the dining room, our eyes lingered on each other. She would look at me, smile then bite her lower lip before turning away to converse with her parents. When she got up to leave the dining room, I could see her slender body. At the door, she'd turn and look back at me on the other side of the dining room, our eyes meeting and again bite her lower lip—a very erotic gesture that surprised me considering she was engaged. As I mentioned, at lunch she wore a short white tennis skirt and tank top and I could see her round ass and long tan legs as she went off to play tennis with her father. While I played third base in our afternoon softball games, I'd see her in the distance at the pool wearing a rather daring bikini and got to know her routine of playing tennis after lunch then go for a swim and lay back on one of the lounge chairs, soaking up the sun—usually with a drink on the table next to her. After the game, I'd take off my jeans already wearing my bathing trunks and go to the pool to cool off—one of the nice benefits of working there. I'd dive in and swim across the pool under water and come up on the edge near where she was sitting. She'd look at me, smile as our eyes met then take a sip of her drink, glancing at me over the rim of her glass then lay back with her legs slightly apart. Still, we hadn't spoken but our eyes were definitely communicating. At dinner she dressed a little more formally but always subtly revealing. Clearly she liked short dresses or skirts, tops that revealed her tan shoulders, her bare arms and just a hint of cleavage. I still can see her entering the dining room with a short, tight black mini skirt that came down mid thigh. She wore high heels and had a confident manner, not at all self-conscious. When she walked to her table, not only men looked at her but the women—she was striking and she knew it. Dinners were more elaborate than lunch and breakfast with appetizers, soup of the day, several choices for the main course as well as decadent desserts. We carried out the food on trays raised just above our shoulders and I practiced walking erectly and gracefully imitating the French waiters I remembered when I traveled or saw in movies. I'd turn and lower my tray onto the stand then serve each dish elegantly, sensing she was watching. By the third day of our eyes meeting in the dining room or at the pool, we became more flirtatious though no one could have noticed. She somehow managed to look at me while she listened or spoke to her parents. When I walked back to the kitchen after serving a table, she'd watch me and turn her head slightly, her eyes following mine with a slight smile. Our eyes lingered, my lips returning her smile before I continued toward the kitchen and she went back to her conversation. I knew I had to meet her but had no idea how to get past the flirtatious looking. I also wondered how she could look at me like that if she was engaged and her finance would be coming up in a few days. She mystified me. After dinner was served and we set the tables for breakfast I went over to the lounge for my bar waiter shift. It was busy that night and it was just me, Gary and Catherine, an older woman, serving drinks. The band played a wide variety of music—up beat tunes for fast disco type dancing—you know, gyrating, not touching as if you were dancing by yourself then slow, romantic ballads sung by the leader, Jack Kramer—an old timer with white hair who knew all the Frank Sinatra songs. They also played Latin music since the cha cha and rumba were popular. I noticed how they played more romantic music towards the end of the evening as if setting the stage for what might follow when couples went back to their rooms. They always ended with "Good Night Sweetheart." I was so busy all night that I didn't notice Nina taking a seat at the end of the bar. It was late and she was alone. Her low cut black dress revealed more cleavage than anything she wore before. Every time I returned to the bar to pick up another order, she'd look at me, a hint of a smile, our eyes lingering before looking away. After finishing her wine, she ordered a second. When I came back to the bar to pick up an order, she looked at me over the rim of her glass as she sipped. I couldn't stop looking at her and was determined to get up the nerve to go over to her the next time I put in an order but every time I came back, I just looked at her and she looked at me and that was that. I couldn't do it. What was wrong with me? She was definitely interested. Finally, I was resolved. Next time, I put in an order I was going to stand next to her, give Charlie, the bartender my order then say something, but I was too late. When I came back to the bar, she was gone. I saw her leave the lounge wearing the short tight black skirt. I was angry at myself for missing this opportunity. It was late and the lounge was emptying though several couples were still dancing and the music was soft and slow. I decided to sign out and let Gary serve the remaining guests. Catherine also signed out and sat down next to me at the bar. I was pissed for missing my golden opportunity to meet Nina. Catherine was an older woman, her hair turning grey, tied in a tight bun, a few loose strands over her ears. I could see her fading beauty, her slightly watery blue eyes and sensed her sadness. She ordered a martini and looked at me and told me I looked upset. "What's wrong, Pete—is that woman you keep looking at giving you a hard time." I was stunned that she noticed and swallowed, but didn't answer. "She wants you," Catherine continued. "You know me. I don't miss a trick." Catherine and I had become good friends after two years of working together. She also worked in the dining room and in the lounge at night. We had many intimate conversations, sharing a lot about our lives but I never sensed anything sexual between us. She was a smart, keen observer of life with a lot of stories. She told me how she was once married to an editor and columnist at the Washington Post, how they traveled a lot and her circle of friends included well known politicians, business people and artists. Her husband who was twenty years older than her died suddenly of a massive heart attack ten years earlier—she was forty three at the time. "I was his trophy wife," she'd say bitterly. "He was a gambler and didn't believe in life insurance and there I was with no skills, past my prime to get another man and here I am—a waitress at Pocmont Lodge." I knew she had remarried several years ago to a Puerto Rican waiter she met in Key West and now she worked in Florida each winter and here each summer. Her husband worked at one of the swankier resorts about a mile up the road and was about eight years younger. She made it clear, it was a marriage of convenience not love but admitted it started with lust when they were both drunk in a bar and they just started staying together—a kind of friend with benefits arrangement that ended up with them getting married instead of breaking up. Often she reminisced about her days in Washington, clearly missing the comfort and glamorous life she had. Now she lived in a trailer two miles up the road. Catherine ordered another martini while I nursed my Jack Daniels. "I know she wants you," Catherine said looking at me. "Can't say I blame her," she added looking into my eyes. "You're a good looking guy—I bet you're good in bed, too." Her words stunned me. She had never talked to me like she that. "If I was her, I'd be all over you," she said, sipping her second martini. "I probably shouldn't be talking to you like this," she said looking deeply into my eyes then took a big gulp of her drink, finishing it then looked back at me. I swallowed, baffled. I had never seen Catherine like this. "You know, I could take your mind off her. I could give you a good time, "she said. She picked up the olive from her empty glass and sucked it off the toothpick, moving her face closer to mine. She looked at me with her watery, sultry blue eyes. I didn't say anything but I also saw her sadness and desperate loneliness. I could also see she was drunk. She then turned to Charlie and ordered another martini, pushing the empty glass towards him. He looked at me then back at her. "This'll be your last one, Catherine." She chuckled nodding as she swallowed the olive then threw the toothpick back in the empty glass. She leaned closer to me and put her hand on my hand. "I could show you a real good time," she repeated. "You know I like younger guys, don't you?" I was frozen, feeling her hand, hearing her words, seeing a side of Catherine I had never seen before. I didn't want to hurt her but I definitely did not want this to go any further. Feeling tense and about to tell Catherine I was going to turn in, the phone rang behind the bar. Charlie picked up the receiver and nodded, glancing at me. He hung up and came over and told me some lady wants warm milk in room twelve---how about taking it up to her. I said sure, seeing this was a good opportunity to avoid Catherine's coming on to me. Catherine looked at Charlie then at me after hearing him. She continued leaning forward pressing her large breasts against my hand then slowly sat up on her stool and sighed deeply. "I better get going too after this last martini." I nodded looking at Catherine wishing I knew what to say but kept quiet and let the awkward embarrassment pass, aware of Catherine's pain, aware that she had fallen from a sophisticated, elevated life in Washington to a waitress in a second class resort, married to an itinerant waiter who she didn't love and was now living in a rented trailer. While Charlie heated up the milk on a small hot plate, I stood up next to Catherine. She turned and looked up at me. "Sorry you're seeing me like this, Pete." I nodded searching for words. She turned to look up at the band and the few remaining couples dancing then turned back to me. "Getting old ain't for sissies." "You're not that old," I said looking at the lines around her eyes and mouth, the graying hair, the faded beauty then suddenly remembered Nina's long dark hair halfway down her back, her smooth olive skin, the sexy tight skirt I saw as she left the lounge. I was upset for missing my chance to meet Nina and take advantage of her being alone at the bar. Instead, I was taking warm milk to some old woman who couldn't sleep. Charlie brought the glass of milk to me on a small tray. I wondered if I should put on my red waiter's vest and bow tie to deliver the milk but decided not too. I was signed out. It was late and I was disgusted with myself. I would deliver the milk then go back to the dark bunk house and call it a day. When I picked up the tray with the milk, Catherine turned from watching a few remaining couples slow dancing and looked at me. She sighed and I saw the beginnings of tears in the corner of her eyes. She looked down at the bar, shaking her head slightly from side to side waiting for her third martini to do its job. After saying goodnight to Catherine, I left the lounge and walked through the lobby, noticing the gaudy red carpet, the plastic potted plants, the fake chandelier, the dark front desk thinking about Catherine, wondering if I would ever get to meet Nina and tried to keep the warm milk from spilling. I walked quickly up the carpeted stairway and down the narrow hall to room twelve. I knocked on the door and said Room Service even though there was no need to—the guest was expecting someone to deliver warm milk. When the door opened, it was Nina. I stood there completely surprised. She was wearing a short satiny night gown and nothing else. I could see her nipples through the sheerness and her tan legs beneath the soft white material. She was barefooted. I gasped and saw her smile, looking at my shocked face. "Here's your warm milk," I finally said. "Oh yes, the warm milk, thanks," she said, opening the door wider then pointed to the small table next to the bed. "Put it over there." I squeezed by her in the doorway and walked to the night table and placed the milk next to a lamp. When I turned, she leaned against the closed door; her short nightgown came just below her hips revealing her tan thighs. Our eyes met and she smiled. "I'm Nina." "I know," I said, looking at her, amazed that I was in her room. "I'm Peter." "I know," she said, smiling, looking into my eyes. "I've wanted to meet you." "Me, too, I've wanted to meet you," I responded trying to keep my eyes from staring at her tan thighs below the short nightgown and her tits barely hidden by the sheer material. "I didn't expect to meet like this though." "This was my little ploy. I actually hate milk but got Charlie to send you up here. I hope you don't mind." "I don't mind. I was going to introduce myself in the lounge but you left." "I could tell you are on the shy side so I got this idea. I got tired of waiting for you to make a move so I made it happen. We don't have much time and I wanted to hang out with you and thought what better place then my room." "Very daring, aren't you?" "Yes, I didn't want my parents to see us together---my dad's a judge and mom might as well be one and Fred, my fiancé is coming up tomorrow afternoon." "I see," I said nodding looking into her eyes then glancing at her body as she crossed the room, her nipples poking at the thin material as was the faint dark hair of her barely covered mound. I stood next to the night table and the bed. She smiled, looking into my eyes, standing close. "I really wanted to meet you, but I want you to know, I don't usually do things like this. I don't want you to get the wrong impression but..." She stopped and bit her lower lip. "But what?" I asked eager to hear what she was saying. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I like how you look at me and here we are in a funky phony resort and I've been going to bed horny thinking about you and so decided I was going to try to make something happen—you know, take the bull by the horns." "Interesting," I said, her words getting me hard. "Want to smoke a joint with me?" she asked, opening the night table drawer, taking out an already rolled joint, holding it in front of me. "You really are daring," I repeated and chuckled. "Sometimes I have to be to get what I want," she said picking up a lighter, lit the joint then took a deep draw before handing it to me. I took a hit conscious that the smell might draw attention. "We better be careful someone might smell this." She grabbed my hand and we went into the bathroom and closed the door. "I like sneaking," she said and laughed. "My parents are next door and haven't got a clue about me—not that I'm a slut or anything, but I'm not the little angel they think I am." We each took hits of the joint. She leaned up against the sink which was next to the toilet and I sat down on the closed toilet seat. The short nightgown rose higher on her thighs as she leaned back. "So your fiancé is coming up tomorrow. You're getting married and here you are smoking a joint with me in the bathroom." "Right," she chuckled then shook her head. "I'm getting married in September—ready or not." "You don't sound too excited," I said. She shrugged her shoulder. "He's a great guy and my parents are planning a big wedding—white gown, the whole shebang." She took a big hit of the joint and passed it to me. "But...." I said, pausing knowing she was hesitant. "I'm terrified and feel like I'm being pulled into something I'm not sure I want." She passed me the joint then surprised me by turning from the sink and straddled my legs. "Do you think I'd be sitting on you like this after three days of our looking at each other and me feeling horny thinking about you at night if I was ready to marry Fred?" "What are you going to do?" I asked, taking a hit then passed it back to her. "Good question," she answered then squirmed pressing against the bulge in my pants. I lowered my hands to her ass. She took one last hit then placed the remnants of the joint on the edge of the sink. She smiled looking into my eyes then leaned forward, her tits crushed against my chest as I rubbed her ass and our bodies moved slowly, grinding into each other. "Right now I don't want to think about anything but you and me," she said, moving a little faster, grinding harder. "That sounds good," I said, feeling the pot taking hold and my mind swirling. "You feel so good," she whispered in my ear. "You do too." I said tightening my grip on her ass, pulling her harder against me. I was fascinated by Nina and wanted to know more about her but at the moment, the sensation of holding her and being stoned made it hard to focus. We were quiet as we moved together, our lust rising. She lifted her head and we looked at each other. She closed her eyes, biting her lip again, enjoying the pleasure, moaning softly. I pulled her closer, squeezing her ass and we both started grinding harder, the weed taking away our inhibitions, fueling out lust. The Summer I Met Nina Suddenly, she stood up and looked down at me, her legs wide apart then got down on her knees between my legs, unbuttoned my pants, her hands moving quickly, pulling down the zipper, reaching for my cock which had already sprung out of my boxer shorts. She looked into my eyes then grabbed my cock and started licking it passionately. I could feel her hunger as she moved her tongue up and down, harder and faster then she took the head of my cock in her mouth, holding my shaft tightly as she swallowed, devouring my cock, bobbing furiously up and down as if crazed, driving me nuts, my pent up lust rising rapidly. I grabbed her hair, lifting my ass and started thrusting into her mouth feeling I was about to explode but wanting to make this last, unable to comprehend that I was suddenly in the bathroom with Nina getting the hottest blow job of my life. I could tell by the way she was attacking my cock that she wanted to let loose and that's what I wanted. We were going to get rough and wild and fuck each other crazy. The three days of looking at each other and longing to meet suddenly colliding in her bathroom with this passionate madness. While her hot mouth took me deeper, I grabbed and lifted her to her feet, suddenly turning her roughly to face the sink and got behind her. She bent over and I lifted her nightgown over her luscious round ass and placed the head of my cock against her wet pussy, moving it up and down, teasing her. We looked in the mirror at each other, her mouth wide open, our eyes fixed on each other as I slowly teased her before pushing deeper, moving my cock in a small circle, tantalizing her. Nina rocked back against me, desperately wanting me deeper. "Fuck me, come on, give it to me," she shouted looking into my eyes in the mirror. "You'll get it when I'm ready," I said, smiling, returning her gaze, determined to give her something she would never forget, no longer the shy waiter. "I'm in charge!" "Oh yeah!" she shouted and suddenly bucked back, pushing me away and squirmed past me and ran to the bathroom door. My pants were at my ankles and I couldn't move to catch her. She laughed. "So you want to play games, mister," she yelled, reaching for the doorknob. I quickly got my shoes off and kicked away my pants as she opened the bathroom door and laughed at me. "You're asking for it, miss," I yelled, my feet now free and dashed across the small bathroom. Just as she tried to leave, I grabbed her wrist, pushing her into the other room and slammed her against the wall opposite the bed. Facing me, I suddenly grabbed her arms lifting her hands above her head, looking into her eyes, moving my mouth close to hers, "You've met your match, miss." "Oh yeah," she said. "You think so. You don't know who you're messing with." I got both of her hands together so I could hold them with one hand above her head against the wall then placed my other hand on her mound, cupping her pussy. "We'll see," I said, gripping her pussy tighter. I then kissed her hard on the lips, opening her mouth with my tongue and she responded, her tongue swirling with mine as we kissed madly, not at all tenderly. Still holding her pussy, I entered my middle finger causing her to gasp and thrust, arching her back as I held her against the wall. I entered a second finger, feeling her tight grip, our tongues deep in each others mouths, my fingers moving faster and harder, fucking her. I then pulled my fingers out, hearing her gasp then dropped to my knees, spreading her legs wider and before she could move, started licking her dripping pussy, lapping the juices with the flat of my tongue. I grabbed her ass and pulled her harder against my tongue devouring her pussy, her gasps and moans inspiring me. She thrust against my tongue, wanting it badly. I then moved my tongue to her clit, sucking and licking. "Ohhhhhhfuck," she screamed, tensing, trembling about to explode when I pulled my mouth away and she yelled, Oh noooooo! Don't stop, you bastard!" I then grabbed her arms, pulling her hard across the room and pushed her face down on the bed. I looked at her round luscious ass barely covered by the sheer nightgown while I quickly took off my shirt off and tossed it. My hard cock was throbbing when I pounced on her, straddling her, pressing my cock into the crack of her ass. I lay heavily on her squirming body, grinding into her ass then reached my hand under her and grabbing her pussy again, cupping it in the palm of my hand then whispered, "We're going to have an all nighter." I heard her gasp at my words and could not believe this was me talking like this. It was as if both of us wanted to release all of our pent up frustration and longing. I was grinding into her ass and she was squirming and humping my hand, the weight forcing her clit to rub into my palm. "You want a good hard fuck, don't you slut?" "Yes!" she screamed. Suddenly, I surprised her and rolled over on my back, getting her to lay on top of me looking up at the ceiling, her legs wide apart while I kept my hand on her pussy gripping it tightly. With her ass pressed against my cock, I entered two fingers into her pussy causing a loud gasp then a loud,"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! She then lifted her hips, thrusting, desperately wanting my fingers deeper. "Harder! Harder!" she screamed thrusting her pussy onto my fingers. Her body tensed, trembling and I could tell she was again on the verge of exploding. Just then I pulled my fingers out, holding them just above her pussy as she arched and cried out, "No! Oh fuck! Don't do this! Don't stop!" She fell back against me and lifted her ass again trying desperately to reach my fingers just out of reach above her pussy. "Don't do this to me you fucking bastard!" I grabbed her tit with my other hand as she lay on me, lifting her ass, straining to reach my finger. I rubbed her tit roughly then pinched and twisted her nipple with my fingers as she struggled, my hard cock throbbing against her ass with my need for her. Suddenly, I bucked, lifting her, grabbing her hips then threw her roughly onto her back causing her to bounce as I spread her legs, kneeling over her, my cock straight out over her pussy. Just as I was about to thrust and take her, she brought her knees up, placed her feet on my chest and kicked me away. "Not so fast, mister!" she yelled, squirming from under me and crawled away from me up to the head board. She turned, laying back against the puffed up pillows, spreading her legs wide apart, her knees bent and started rubbing her pussy, looking into my surprised eyes, I crawled between her legs, watching her hand moving over her pussy then got up on my knees, lifting my cock just above her hand, her eyes looking at it, her mouth wide open. She then put two fingers in her pussy and started fucking herself. Suddenly, I slapped her hand with my cock wanting her hand out of the way. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" "You know what I want." "You want to fuck this tight cunt, don't you?" "Yeah. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." Oh yeah!" "Yeah!" I yelled then suddenly I grabbed her hand from her pussy then took her other hand, lifting both of her arms over he head and without warning rammed my cock into her pussy, opening her, thrusting deep and hard. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfuck!" she screamed. "You're so big!" Pulling all the way out, I thrust again harder, screaming, "You're so tight! Fuck me! Fuck me! Just fuck me you little slut!" "Give it to me! Give it to me!" she yelled, lifting her ass off the bed, my hands gripping hers against the headboard. As I leaned over her, she raised her hips, arching her back then thrusting, driving her body against the pillows and headboard, my cock went as deep as possible. Suddenly she bit my shoulder, stifling her screaming, both of us realizing her parents were in the next room. I kept thrusting harder and faster and felt her body tensing, her pussy gripping my cock and could feel she was about to climax. She lifted her ass again and I drove her back to the bed again as she convulsed in a huge wild orgasm. I kept thrusting knowing I wasn't far behind. She bit my shoulder harder then pulled her gasping mouth away, holding it open, no sounds coming, choking back screams as violent spasms shook her and my thrusts went deeper, faster and harder, my orgasm building. "Cum in me, I'm safe," she said through gritted teeth. Feeling her pussy gripping my cock tighter, my orgasm rising with each hard thrust then suddenly I erupted in a huge orgasm, my cum gushing into her, closing my eyes, biting my lip, doing everything I could to keep quiet then suddenly gasped, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" as spurt after spurt shot into her pussy before collapsing heavily on her body, both of us panting and gasping. Nina wrapped her arms and legs around my back holding me in her, both of us panting and writhing in the warm afterglow. My head lay on her shoulder, dazed then suddenly remembering the intensity of what had just occurred, gasped "wow." Nina held me tighter, closer and we laid like that for several minutes, wallowing in the warmth of our bodies, the aroma of our sex filling the room and the sound of our breathing. Neither of us spoke but, after several minutes, my thoughts swirling, I lifted my head and looked at Nina lying under me. Our eyes met and she smiled then took a deep sigh. "Well, here we are," she said, a slight smile on her lips. I leaned down and kissed her lightly then lifted my head and looked at her. "Now what?" "I don't know. I don't want to think." The lamp beside the table was still on and I glanced at the glass of milk then suddenly remembered it was late and I had to be in the dining room by seven. I didn't want to leave her bed, the warmth of our bodies, the closeness I felt. "We got pretty wild," I finally said. "I'd say so. We were primal, letting loose. I loved it. You were amazing." "I called you a slut but I don't think you are," I said, remembering our screaming names each other. "I liked that. Just words." She paused, looking into my eyes. "But you must wonder about me being here when I'm getting married and Fred will be here tomorrow." "I don't know what to think about that," I said, sliding off of her body, getting her on her side while I lay on mine behind her so we could spoon. "Mmmmmm this is my favorite," she said, rubbing my arms while I embraced her, pulling her close, loving the softness of her skin, her round ass pressed against my deflated penis. I kissed her shoulder then her hair, smelling her shampoo. "Your hair smells nice." "Apple Blossom shampoo." "I like it," I whispered, kissing her ear. I could not believe I was lying next to this beautiful woman and wanted to know more about her—especially now. It was one thing to be attracted, but we had left the harmless flirtation behind and had entered another dimension. As much as I wanted to just be in the present and not think, my mind had a life of its own and I could not stop thinking about what was happening. I again realized how late it was and I had to be in the dining room by seven and able to work. Still, I wanted to know if what had been brewing for several days was just a physical attraction culminating in this wild rendezvous or was there more. I had no idea. "Nina, I have to ask you something," I said after a long silence. "I know what you're going to ask," she responded. "You do." "Yes, you want to know if this is just a one night stand, a fling while my husband to be is not here." I chuckled at her somehow reading my mind. "Right. I want to know what's going on." "I don't know what's going on," she answered. "All I know is I like how we looked at each other. Maybe it was just flirting but I couldn't stop thinking about you. I know I told you I had horny thoughts but sometimes our bodies know more than our minds do, sometimes we have to listen to our heart and follow what we feel---maybe this was just lust, maybe it is more. I don't know. We'll see." "Well that's honest." "One thing you will learn about me is I'm honest. I say what I think and feel—that's for sure." "I'm fascinated. I want to know everything I can about you—even if we only have one day." "We'll have to sneak," she said. "Even though I am twenty four, my parents are very overprotective and I've had to be very clever to get out from under—if you know what I mean." "I do." "I want to know about you too, Peter. I can tell a lot about how we made love—this was very special---so let's play it by ear and see what happens." She paused. "I hope you don't mind sneaking." "No. I guess that will make it more exciting. I don't care, I just want to get to know you and see if this is a one night fling or more." "You never know," she said, rubbing my arms then quickly turned to face me, wrapped her arms around me, pressing her tits to my chest. She lifted her leg over mine and pulled me closer and we kissed, gently at first then deeper. I embraced her as we kissed. She put her hand on the back of my head, holding my lips to hers and we kissed tenderly, the complete opposite of our mad, passionate lust filled kissing. She then pulled her lips away and smiled, our eyes looking deeply into each others eyes. She then pushed me onto my back and climbed on top, straddling me and I was hard again. She lay on me, her tits crushed against my chest and slowly rocked back and forth, her wet pussy lips sliding up and down the length of my cock. "You feel so good," she whispered then we kissed, our tongues touching, moving slowly as we moved in a slow grinding motion. I placed my hands on her round ass as she lay on me, her legs next to my hips rocking slowly, pressing her pussy harder against my cock, giving me excruciating pleasure, both of us moaning softly as we kissed and moved together. I then lifted my hips off the bed, holding her ass and gently rolled her onto her back. She open her legs and embraced my body and I slowly entered her, thrusting gently, opening her, pushing deeper, her legs pulling me into her until I was as deep as possible, feeling the exquisite sensation of her tight pussy gripping my cock. We kissed and our tongues moved slowly, our hips swiveling, my cock moving deeper in a slow screwing motion, both of us moaning softly as she moved under me slowly then a little faster, our tongues swirling, our passion rising. I pulled out and slowly entered her again, thrusting deeper, pausing again, gyrating, her pussy gripping me tighter, lifting her hips off the bed. "I love this," she gasped. "You feel so good," I whispered, thrusting harder, rotating my hips, my cock rubbing her clit and her g-spot, feeling her tensing, lifting her ass off the bed, her pussy gripping my cock even tighter, our eyes locked on each other, looking deeply into each others eyes, our mouths slightly open, no longer kissing as we both moved faster and harder getting each other closer and closer to exploding. Nina then grabbed my head, pulling my mouth to her lips as suddenly we erupted together stifling our screams with our kissing, our bodies convulsing in overwhelming spasms, shuttering as we suddenly came together in the most intense writhing orgasm I'd ever had. Somehow, I found the strength to kiss her, my cock deep in her, loving how we were joined, wanting to hold the miracle of the moment, not wanting to let go of the sweet warmth of our bodies. I collapsed on her, feeling her legs and arms holding me to her body, both of us unable to budge. I lay there panting, feeling the wetness between us and the awareness that we had made tender love in contrast to the wildness of our pot inspired fucking. "You're quite a lover, aren't you." she said, softly, looking into my eyes. "I don't know," I said, liking her words but not knowing how to answer. I couldn't just say yes. I am, but I also knew, something special was happening between us. "I think you're wonderful," I finally said. "That was unbelievable." She smiled then took a deep breath. "Hey, buddy, it's late and you have to get up early." "I do and I'm going to be a wreck but this was worth it." I smiled down at her. "I better get going or your parents might see me coming out of your room." "They won't be up for awhile but you better get some sleep even though I don't want to let you go." Somehow I managed to get myself up and out of bed. I found my pants and shoes in in the bathroom and my shirt on the other side of the room. I got dressed quickly and looked out the window and saw the full moon, knowing that I would be able to find my way back to the bunk house and not need a flashlight. I went over to the bed and kneeled down and kissed Nina, noticing her disheveled hair, her sparkling green eyes. "See you later," I said then stood up, glancing at the glass of milk on her night table. "Don't forget to drink your milk." "Get out of here," she said and laughed. Walking in the bright moonlight back to the bunk house, thinking about Nina and how after days of our feeling attracted, we had crossed a precarious threshold. I wondered where this would lead, how would we act tomorrow, how would we hide from her parents, what would happen when her fiancé arrived tomorrow, was this more than a hot, clandestine relationship. How would I get through a day of waiting on tables after four hours of sleep? I had no idea and knew this would be an hour by hour experience of not knowing where all of this was heading. The next morning I made it to the dining room, fifteen minutes later than usual, having trouble waking up and not responding to Gary shaking me or his words, "where the hell were you last night?" I remember lifting my head then crashing back to the pillow. Everyone looked at me when I came in the back door of the kitchen when usually I'm one of the first to arrive, moving efficiently, getting my station ready, being the model waiter. Let me tell you, restaurant kitchens are their own world and can be pretty intense and crazy. The Pocmont Lodge kitchen was a madhouse made up of people who had worked there for years and like many dysfunctional families there was a tense affection that fluctuated between joking and yelling. The chef, George, a tall black guy who wore a white sailor hat rather than a chef's hat was captain of the ship and gave me a dirty scornful look, his assistant, Tony, a curly haired Italian glanced at me and smiled, knowingly. He knew about female guests and waiters. He didn't say anything but when he handed me my first order said, "You got some last night didn't you." Julia, an tiny old Russian Jewish woman in her seventies, who had been the baker there for twenty years, liked me and always smiled and knew I liked her cinnamon rolls. She always buttered one and handed it to me—even though she wasn't supposed to. That morning she said, "You look tired, are you sick, drink some tea." The dining room didn't open until eight and once our stations were ready, we could sit at a table just off the kitchen and have coffee, scrambled eggs, bagels and talk about this or that. I always sat down with Catherine and we had stimulating conversations. She was a news junkie—I suppose because of her days in Washington—and she informed me of current events and what she thought and I enjoyed our many discussions. I was an English major in college with a minor in history and she knew I wanted to be a writer. We avoided talking about the previous night in the bar, acting as if it hadn't happened. I know she was embarrassed and what was there to say. We let it pass. I managed to get my act together and though tired, served my guests with my usual flair, but kept glancing at the empty table where Nina and her parents usually sat. The dining room served until nine thirty. Around nine her parents sat down but Nina's seat was empty. Gary served them and I went about my business wondering where she was—did she sleep in, was she avoiding me, what was happening? I noticed her father reading the paper while her mother read a book. They ate, drank their coffee but unless I missed it, they hardly spoke to each other. I glanced up at the clock and saw it was nine-twenty five when Nina came in, rushed to her table, greeting her parents then waved Gary over. I noticed her hair was still wet from a shower and she was wearing a short denim skirt and a t shirt. She glanced over at me while I served a table then looked at her parents. Our eyes met briefly, no smile or nod. The Summer I Met Nina Gary brought her a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice. All of my guests had finished eating. I helped my bus boy, Jason clear the dishes then I changed the table cloths and began setting up for lunch. Nina's father handed her a section of the newspaper and she read, sipping her coffee, hardly speaking, except at one point, I noticed her mother saying something to her and an angry look crossed Nina's face. She said something back to her mother who looked startled and sat back, obviously upset. I wondered what that was about. When her parents got up to leave, Nina remained seated, nodding goodbye to them and continued reading. I decided to go over to her now that her parents were gone and discreetly picked up their plates, pretending to be helping Gary, curious about what had happened. I glanced around to see if anyone was noticing and she looked at me then leaned forward and whispered, "Meet me in the barn at ten." I nodded and she went back to reading the paper, taking a sip of coffee and I put the dishes on the bussing tray. I was finishing setting up, glancing at the clock. The dining room was now empty except for the bus boys sweeping and the other waiters and waitress setting tables. Lunch went from noon until one-thirty but we had to be in the dining room by eleven-thirty then out on the ball field by two for the afternoon softball game. The funky, dilapidated barn housed several old horses and was up the road past the bunk houses. Horse back riding was one of the activities provided but arrangements had to be made for Larry, the assistant manager, to get them saddled and help the guests. Few people rode horses so the barn was usually quiet and the old horses had a leisurely life of munching grass in the fenced in pasture and an occasional apple someone fed them. When I entered the barn, it was dark except for the morning sunlight coming in from cracks in the roof and an open door in the hay loft. I looked around and didn't see Nina then I heard, "Up here." I saw a ladder in the middle of the barn that went up to the hay loft and climbed it, smelling the hay and then saw Nina at the other end sitting on a bale. When I reached her, she stood up and we wrapped our arms around each other, hugging and kissed. She lowered her hands to my ass and I did the same, loving how her ass felt in the short denim skirt. I pulled her against my already hard cock and felt her grinding into me, spreading her legs slightly. I pulled my lips from hers, both of us gasping and looked at her. "You were kind of cool at breakfast," I said. "I know. Mom said she heard something in my room and asked if I had company." "Uh-oh," I said, nodding. "I got annoyed and told her I didn't have company but even if I did, it was none of her business." "So that's why she looked so upset." "Right. I'm sick of pretending to be their good little girl and being watched like a hawk. Dad has made me his little precious jewel—I'm an only child—and he has my life planned—business major in college, minor in political science then law school and join his old firm. He's a judge and wants me to follow in his footsteps." "And they are really into you marrying Fred," I said. "Yeah, he graduated from Princeton Law School and has been a clerk for Dad and it's all mapped out. My dad's fucking world revolves around law, tennis and playing Bridge." "What about us?" She looked at me, took my hand and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. We hardly know each other but damn, I really loved how we were last night." "What are you going to do when Fred comes up today?" "I don't know. I don't know anything. I feel like I'm trapped and it's hard for me to hurt people—mom, dad, Fred." She chuckled. "It's not easy being me." "I understand," I said just wanting to hold her. I put my arms around her and held her close, rubbing her back, feeling her anguish and pain. I just wanted to soothe her. She sighed deeply in my chest. I felt her relax and she put her arms around me. We didn't speak but just held each other for several minutes then I felt her slowly grinding into me again, moving her hand to my ass and squeezing. I did the same, lifting her short skirt, putting my hands on her warm soft ass, realizing she wasn't wearing panties. "You are daring," I whispered rubbing her bare ass. "I have to be otherwise the real Nina would smother to death. I told you I'm honest but I have to be two steps ahead of my parents to be alive and not the little paper doll they think I am." Pulling me harder against her, grasping my ass, both of us grinding, she looked into my eyes. "I've always wanted to fuck in a barn—that's why the short skirt and no panties." Suddenly she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to several hay bales and pushed me so that I was sitting, leaning back against another pile of hay. She got down on her knees between my legs, unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper and took out my hard cock then started licking, moving her tongue up and down the underside, then over the sensitive head which drives me insane then she went to town sucking me, moving her lips up and down, slurping, swallowing and growling as she devoured my cock. I held her head, wrapping my fingers around her long hair and started thrusting into her warm wet mouth. She then pulled her mouth away gasping and quickly climbed on me, straddling my body, grabbing my hard cock and came down hard, impaling herself and yelling, "Now I want to ride my stallion!." She leaned forward, her hands on my chest, rising and coming down hard again and again while I lifted my ass thrusting into her. "Come on take me for a ride," I yelled, grabbing her hips, lifting her and pulling her down harder and harder. "Oh yeah" she screamed. "I just want to ride you like a fucking cow girl!" I looked at her sitting straight up, her hair flailing, her tits bouncing under her t shirt, her pussy gripping my cock as she galloped on me, taking me deeper with each thrust, screaming incoherently. I felt her body tensing, trembling as she moved faster and harder screaming "I'm there. Oh fuck, oh my god fuck me fuck me ohhhhh yeah don't stop. I'm cummmmming" and suddenly she exploded in a huge orgasm, shaking and screaming, her juicy wet pussy gripping my cock. I bucked up and grabbed her hips and flipped her off of me onto her back, spreading her legs, putting them on my shoulders and pounced, driving my cock deep and hard, fucking her savagely screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" "Ohhhhhhhh come on give it to me," she yelled. "Harder, Fuck me harder, damn it. Harder." Her screaming made me thrust as hard as I could. Feeling her pussy gripping me, sensing she was about to explode again, urging me to thrust harder, pounding her with all my strength, leaning over her, driving my cock in and out like a piston faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper until suddenly both of us convulsed in huge wild ecstatic explosions, my cum gushing like hot lava from a volcano. Writhing just above her I then collapsed onto her panting body, feeling her strong legs wrapping around my back holding me deep in her, unable to budge. Still wearing her skirt—now above her hips, the t shirt cushioning her from the rough hay, I lay on her gasping, panting, moaning desperately taking deep swallows of air. While laying on her, I heard the barn door squeak and someone enter. I looked into her eyes, both of us trying to hold our breath, listening to the footsteps below. "Anyone in here," I heard a voice, wondering if it was Larry's or someone just wanting to see the horses. I put my finger to my lips, indicating we had to be quiet and still. "Anyone here," came the voice again then I heard the squeak of the barn door closing and who ever it was walking away. "That was close," I whispered. "That's all I need is to be caught with you," she said then sighed. "Fuck, I'm tired of sneaking and hiding who I am." I nodded, sensing Nina was on the verge of shaking up her life and said, "Do I dare disturb the universe," quoting a line from T. S. Eliot. "Have you ever heard that line?" "I have. That's from J. Alfred Prufrock," she answered, then took a deep sigh, looking into my eyes. "I have a feeling my little world is going to get rocked." "What do you mean?" "I can't marry Fred. The wedding is coming up in September. Invitations are about to go out—already printed. The caterers have a down payment." I listened, looking into her eyes, nodding. She looked up at me then closed her eyes as if shutting out the horror of her thought. I shifted on the hay bale to lie next to her and took her hand, kissing it. She sighed deeply. "I can't go on like this. I have to stop pleasing other people and pretending." "Wbat are you going to do? Is there anything I can do to help?" "You already have." "What do you mean?" "You woke me up. And though we just met, you made me realize what's possible in a relationship. I can't explain it. I just know I can't marry Fred and follow the path laid out for me. I've got to do what I did with you." "What's that? What did you do with me?" I asked fascinated but not sure what she was saying. "I took the bull by the horns. I wanted you and I made it happen. I've never done anything like that before. I mean I did sneak out and do things my parents didn't know about but never anything quite so brazen." "I'm glad you did because I wanted to meet you and get to know you. I was definitely attracted but I'm not always able to take the bull by the horns like you did." "I know," she said then looked at me and smiled. "But you certainly became a bull in bed last night and on this hay bale and that's what woke me up. I felt your passion and that's what I want in my life—passion. I think you are amazing." "Thanks," I said then suddenly realized I had to get back to the dining room. I wasn't sure what time it was but we had been in the barn for close to an hour and I didn't want to be late for the lunch shift. I leaned down and kissed Nina. "I think you are pretty amazing too but now I have to get back to the dining room." "I know and I have to get ready to play tennis with Dad," she said. "But I think I'm about to disturb the universe." I got up, standing and buttoning and zipping my pants. Nina also sat up and smoothed her skirt, brushing away several pieces of hay and I picked some out of her hair. "I'll leave first and you should wait a few minutes before leaving." I kissed her and then we embraced before I climbed back down the ladder and headed back to my bunk house before going to the kitchen. Gary and Jason were just getting ready to head over to the dining room. They looked at me. "What's going on? Where have you been?" Gary asked. "I was looking all over for you---even went up to the barn." "I took a walk. I have things on my mind," I said and went into the bathroom to take a leak and avoid any more scrutiny. It was Friday and the dining room was crowded with new guests arriving for the weekend. I had a several new people to serve and greeted them, introduced myself telling them that I would be their waiter. I noticed Nina and her parents take their seat in Gary's station and saw she was wearing her tennis outfit and had her hair in a pony tail. We briefly glanced at each other but that was all. Lunch went well until I had an embarrassing accident—me the model waiter had a big order to carry out to one of my tables. All of our dishes were covered by shiny metal tops to keep them warm and also allowed us to put platters on top of them. I had eight dishes on my tray and since we served vegetables family style, I had a bowl of stewed tomatoes balanced on top. The tray was heavy and as I carried it to the table, the whole dining room noticed. I walked slowly, gracefully but when I turned to lower the tray onto my tray stand, the bowl of stewed tomatoes fell on to my head, dripping down my face and my red waiter's jacket. The room gasped and I picked up the bowl from the floor, wiped myself off quickly with a towel I had on the stand and said, "Opps!" and continued serving, almost as if nothing happened. I saw Nina's eyes open wide and then laugh trying to stifle it with her hand. Our eyes met and I just shrugged my shoulders and walked back to the kitchen with my empty tray, changed my jacket and quickly brought the table another bowl of stewed tomatoes. After lunch, I played softball as usual and later saw Nina going to the pool wearing her black bikini. The game was almost over but I saw her swim a lap then get out and take her seat on one of the lounge chairs. She had a drink on the table next to her. When the game was over, I took off the jeans I played ball in, my bathing suit already on, went to the pool and just before diving in, I saw a tall balding man wearing slacks, a white short sleeved shirt and blue tie lean over Nina and kiss her. She put her arms around his shoulders and returned the kiss then held his hand as he sat down on her chair. Seeing that took my breath away. Fred was here for the weekend and I had no idea what would happen. I dived in and swam underwater and came up at the edge of the pool where they were seated. When I came up and brushed the wet hair out of my eyes, Nina looked over Fred's shoulder at me and bit her lower lip. Though I had no right to feel jealous, that's what I felt. I wanted to be holding her hand. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to be her one and only. Our eyes met as she listened to Fred and I didn't know what to do as a barrage of emotions swept over me and I wondered if I was in love with her or crazy. I swam back to the other side, got out of the pool and looked back at Nina. She was smiling at Fred, listening to him then glanced over at me on the other side of the pool then back at Fred. Talk about feeling like a fish out of water—that was me standing in soaking wet anguish. It was painful at dinner, serving my guests, being cordial, smiling, joking and trying to give that little extra. Every time I looked at Nina's table, I noticed how her father and mother were so focused on Fred. Nina's eyes met mine each time I passed her table but it was excruciating. I wondered if Nina would be able to "take the bull by horns" like she intended. What could she say? What could she do? I could feel the dilemma she was in. When dinner was over and they left the dining room, I saw Fred take her hand and thought about them being in bed together, wondering if he had a separate room for the propriety or did her parents not care about that---I didn't know but the thought of them sleeping together was terrible. I was tired after not having much sleep, a full day of serving and playing ball. I wondered where I would get the energy to work in the lounge that night. It was a busy Friday night with a lot of new guests hearing Jack Kramer and his band for the first time-- drinking, dancing and letting loose on their summer vacations. Around ten, Nina and Fred came into the lounge and took a small table opposite the bar. For better or for worse, it was in my station. Talk about challenges, I had to serve them and act nonchalant. I took their orders—a dirty Manhattan for Nina and a draft of Bass Ale for Fred. I noticed Fred reach for her hand after they ordered and she pulled it away and I overheard him ask "What's wrong?" When I returned with their drinks, Nina thanked me, looking into my eyes and I could see they were having an intense conversation. I wondered whether she was breaking the news to him and thought she was probably smart to do it in a crowded lounge to avoid it getting out of hand, but I didn't know for certain what was going on or where this would lead. While serving other tables, I could not help but keep my eyes on them. Nina sipped her drink and I could tell by how animated Fred was in speaking to her that he was angry. He leaned forward while she leaned back then she leaned forward, looking at him and speaking while he shook his head obviously rejecting what she was saying. She then took her ring off and handed it to him. He picked it up then took a big gulp of his ale, slammed it down on the table and left the lounge. She turned and looked at me carrying a tray to a table. When I finished serving I came over to her. I leaned forward to pick up her empty glass and Fred's mug, still trying to be discreet. "I did it," she said then let out a deep sigh. "That must have been hard. I saw him leave pretty upset." "Now I have to tell my parents—talk about disturbing the universe." "Right. That's going to be really hard, I know." She nodded and sighed. "Listen, you can't come to my room tonight—Fred will be there but let's meet down by the pool. It's dark. No one will see us." I told her I would sign out in a half hour and meet her there at eleven." "Cool," she said and quickly touched my hand. I continued serving, my mind swirling with what was going on-- what would happen when she got back to her room and had to confront Fred, what would happen when she told her parents, what would happen with me and Nina, if anything after she left on Sunday. Somehow I managed to serve my tables but I was on automatic, glancing up at the clock. When I told Charlie I was signing out and started to leave, he asked what's wrong, you usually hang out and have a drink. Catherine came over to me while picking up an order and just said, "Watch out." "What do you mean?" I asked, surprised that she said that. "I see how you two look at each other in the dining room—you know I don't miss much and I saw how that guy left in a huff. Something is going on with you two." "Not really," I answered, wanting to avoid a conversation and get to the pool. "Not really, huh," she chuckled. "When people say not really, it's always a lie, avoidance and denial—you can't fool a woman who has been around the block like me." "I have to go," I responded. "I'll tell you about it later." "Okay, but watch out," she said, reaching her hand to touch my chest. "I see a broken heart coming." Catherine's words alarmed me but I shoved them aside when I arrived at the pool. There were no lights by the pool but the moon was still full and I could see Nina laying on one of the lounge chairs at the far end. I sat down next to her and saw that she had tears in her eyes. I took her hand, rubbing it gently then she squeezed it. Neither of us spoke but just looked at each other. She wiped away a tear with her knuckle then smiled at me. "I'm a wreck," she said. "That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do and the worst is yet to come." "But you did it." "I don't want to go back to the room. I might just sleep out here. I can't face him." "I'll stay with you. I can get a blanket." "I think I want to be alone." "If that's what you want, I'll get you a blanket and let you be alone." "I don't know what I want. I don't know anything." I leaned forward and put my arms around her, lifting her so we could hug and not talk or think. She wrapped her arms around me and we embraced tenderly. I moved my hands to her shoulders and held her head to my chest just wanting to comfort her when suddenly she surprised me and pulled me down on top of her. I felt her strength as she held me, spreading her legs and kissed me with such intensity, I didn't know what was happening. It was as if a dam burst loose and her passion took over flooding her with a sudden need to release all that she was feeling. I was immediately hard and our fierce kissing bordered on madness, our tongues swirling, our bodies grinding, her hands on my ass pulling me against her pussy, her legs wrapped around me. "I want you! I need you!" she gasped. I quickly got up on my knees between her legs and pulled down my pants while she frantically squirmed out of her panties. She grabbed my hard cock and moved the head up and down her pussy lips, taking charge, her desperate need for release more intense then anything I had ever experienced. She was wild. This was not making love. This was raw animal lust. Her tight grip on my cock, her hungry eyes locked on mine, her ass lifting to take my cock did not need words and I let go thrusting into her as hard as I could, driving her back, opening her tight pussy, her yelling, "Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder! Give it to me!" The Summer I Met Nina I moved slightly forward so that my cock would rub her clit with each thrust. I don't know where my energy came from but I was pounding her faster, deeper, harder, feeling her body tensing as she lifted her ass and I drove her back. She kept yelling, "Harder! Harder!" I then put my hands on her mouth to stifle her screaming which only made her fuck me with more fury. She bit my hand but I kept her mouth covered, my mouth just above hers, my eyes looking into her eyes when suddenly she tensed, trembled then convulsed in a huge orgasm, lifting her ass high, her back arched as she exploded, her screaming and sobbing muffled by my hand then fell back against the cushion, continuing to shake and shutter, gripping my cock while I continued fucking her, my orgasm rising, my cock swelling with each thrust. She convulsed again and again in spasms as I kept thrusting, feeling every nerve in my body from my toes to my head overwhelm me with exquisite sensations as I erupted in huge gushes, filling her with my cum then writhing in ecstasy before collapsing on her, both of us panting. She wrapped her arms and legs around me holding my cock in her, neither of us wanting to move or shatter this moment. Her sudden need to release pent up rage and break loose from the pressure to meet everyone's expectations was like steam in a boiling tea pot and swept both of us away in a flood of passion. "Thank you," she gasped softly. I lay on her panting body, feeling her tits crushed against my chest, the warm wetness between our bodies. We lay still on the lounge chair in the dark corner at the opposite end of the pool. The only light came from the full moon casting eerie shadows. After a few moments of being quiet, our minds slowly returning to the reality of the situation, I pulled out of her and slid from her body to lie next to her. I leaned on my elbow looking down at her, seeing her flushed face and disheveled hair. She closed her eyes the opened them and our eyes met. Suddenly we heard a sound at the other of the pool. We were in the dark and no could see us. "It's Fred. He must be looking for me." We lay perfectly still hoping he would not come this way. We watched him looking in all directions. He walked from one side of the pool to the other and it looked like he was coming in our direction. We did not budge and held our breaths watching. The thought of him finding us in each others arms sent panic alarms and we stared watching him. She grabbed and squeezed my hand. I glanced down and saw the fear in her eyes and then the sense of relief when he turned and walked back up the road to the main building. "Whew, that was close," she said, swallowing. "Too close. I feel like I'm in a romantic movie except it's not a comedy." "Who knows? Maybe one day we'll look back and see how absurd and funny it is." "Funny?" "Yeah, here I am the good little girl who sneaks off with a waiter and has a passionate fling, breaks off with her engagement and decides to let the real Nina out. It's like that movie Dirty Dancing—did you see it?" "Is that what this is—a fling?" "I don't know what it is. I think you are amazing. I still have to tell my parents what's happening." "I hope this is not just a fling, Nina." "Let's play it by ear. Right now, I have a lot to sort out. I can't keep on living like this. I told you I'm an honest person except so much of how I am living is a lie." I felt my chest constrict, sensing I was getting the brush off. "I can help you sort things out." "No you can't. I need distance, perspective." "What about me? I want to get to know you, be with you. I don't want this to be a fling—a summer romance." "I understand. I said let's play it by ear—if this is meant to be it will be." "So you are quite the philosopher, aren't you?" "I don't know about that. All I know is I need to be alone. Don't take this personally. This is not about you." I suddenly stood up and looked down at Nina. "I'll go and get you a blanket. If you want to sleep out here and be alone, that's fine. I understand. I'll get you a blanket." "Thanks," Nina said. She reached for my hand and squeezed it. I ran up to the bunk house and grabbed a blanket from the closet and brought it back and covered her. I sat down on the lounge and leaned forward and we kissed deeply and tenderly then I whispered, "Okay, let's just play it by ear. I'll see you in the morning. Get some sleep." I went back to the bunk house and got into bed but had difficulty getting to sleep thinking about what was happening. I didn't know if I was being used by Nina. Was I just a summer fling? Would she leave with her family and I'd never see her again? The words "Let's play it by ear; whatever will be will be; I need to be alone. It's not about you" All these thoughts kept me awake, staring at the ceiling. The next morning, Nina's parents and Fred were at breakfast. They looked agitated. Nina's seat was empty. I wondered if she was still sleep by the pool and went to the big picture window and saw that the lounge chair was empty. The blanket was still there. Larry, the assistant manager called me over to his table in the corner where he ate breakfast with the owner and his wife. He handed me an envelope. He looked at me as if he knew something I didn't know but didn't say anything. It was a letter from Nina. I was anxious to read it but knew I had breakfast orders waiting to be served. I read the letter anyway. It was short. "Dear Peter. I left early this morning on the bus to New York and from there I am going to San Francisco. Larry drove me to Stroudsberg and I asked him to give you this letter. I want you to know you are amazing and I doubt I will ever meet anyone like you—even after two days, I know that. I will be in touch but it is important that I be alone and faraway for now. Love, Nina. PS. You were not a fling. I felt tears swelling as I read the letter then stuffed it in my back pocket. I glanced at Larry then went back to serving my tables. That summer was twenty years ago. Nina and I have three children and she is now a successful painter and has had several shows. I have been teaching English at a Community College and have published two books of poetry. I still remember that night by the pool when she said, "One day we will look back and see how funny and absurd it was." It took awhile for her parents to accept me and their disappointment that their plans for Nina didn't work out. I learned that sometimes playing it by ear is the only way to live. I remember hearing a joke. "If you want to make God laugh, tell Him you have a plan."