47 comments/ 96768 views/ 183 favorites Best Summer of Our Lives By: GoodyGoodyTwoShoes Fisher wasn't the type of guy who fucked a girl just because she had a pussy and he had a cock. He was raised better than that. For that reason, and that reason alone, he had yet to have any of those college experiences that the lore speaks of. That was, until he met Annabelle. He'd always been a quiet, reserved kind of guy. He wasn't a virgin, but he had a lot less notches on his belt than other guys, so to speak. Fisher had no idea how much his life, and sexual outlook would change when he enrolled for a summer semester course. He made his way into the lecture hall, just as the other students were for history of western civilization. He took a seat in the center and off to the side. Fisher was early. He was always early to everything, another trait his parents instilled in him. One after another, students filed into the room, but his eyes were drawn to one. He wasn't able to lock on one of her features. His eyes darted all over her as she bounced up the stairs at the side of the room. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail over one shoulder, the end of it stopped between her shoulders and chest. She wore jean shorts that weren't Daisy Duke's but they left plenty of her thick thighs for him to enjoy. Her generous cleavage jiggled happily beneath her tank top. "Sit near me, please sit near me," his inner voice screamed, and then fought with itself. "No don't, please don't. I need to pay attention." The young woman stopped on his row and he sank down in his seat. "I'm a gentleman, gentlemen don't stare," he silently said while tapping his pen on his forehead. She took a seat near him, leaving a desk between them. His heart sped up as he glanced over to see her pulling a spiral notebook out of her bag. From the corner of his eye, he saw her tits practically spilling out of the tiny top that she was wearing. He slumped further into his seat, anymore he would fall out of the chair. She caught his eyes and smiled a bright smile. Love at first sight? Maybe. He never believed in it before, but if there was such a thing, the butterflies rapidly fluttering around in his gut and the tingles that ran throughout his being proved it. Fisher took a quick moment to admire her luscious lips that framed her mouth. Her whole body glowed when she smiled. The corner of his lips rose up in a lop sided smile. He tried for more, but couldn't seem to make his muscles work. "God, I'm a dork," he thought as he turned his attention to the front of the room. "I can't even smile correctly at her." The class went by typically. Handouts were passed down the rows. His hand grazed hers for a spilt second. He swore that he felt sparks and by the pink on her makeup-less cheeks, he believed that she felt it too. He struggled to pay attention to Professor Morgan for the first hour, while sneaking peeks at the pretty girl nearby. Each time he did, he mentally chided himself, and then chided himself for chiding. When the students returned from their break, the professor told the class to get to know the people around them for study partners, for someone to call if they missed a class, and what not. "Shit," he thought. "I have to talk to her now." She immediately turned to the person behind her. He was thankful, for it would give him another minute or two to compose his thoughts. He went through the motions of writing down names and phone numbers of various students around him. Then, she moved over to the empty desk that was between then. He turned to see that same lovely smile greet him. "Hey, I'm Annabelle," she stated, extending her hand towards him. "I'm Fisher." He took her hand in his and she immediately gripped his hand with a firm shake. He liked that. It showed confidence. She withdrew her hand, and then twirled the end of her ponytail in her fingers. He got lost for a moment in a lovely set of green eyes that were set behind the purple frames of her glasses. "Fisher?" She repeated his name with an adorable raise of a brow. Her voice was gentle. "That's an interesting name." He shrugged it off, having heard that statement countless times in his life. "It's an old family name." "Really?" Her expression lit up. "That's really cool. I wish I could say something interesting like that. Annabelle is just Annabelle." She waved her hand in front of her. "My parents liked it, that's all I got." "Annabelle is a lovely name." He was nowhere near a master flirt, but he went for it anyway. "A lovely name for a lovely girl." Her cheeks turned pinker and she giggled. He wished he knew what she was thinking. It would have either eased his nerves or set them bolting in a thousand different directions. Annabelle was just so pretty. She wasn't the hottest girl on campus, but she could take a run at the most adorable. He was hooked, and he was sure that any man lucky enough to talk to her felt the same. She wasn't a tiny skinny model, she had meat on her bones, something to squeeze and hold onto. Another thing he liked. Fisher must have gotten lost in his thoughts, because she poked him to get his attention. "You're not going to ask me for my number?" she teased. "I thought that was what we were supposed to be doing here." "Oh, um, yeah," he stuttered. His fingers fumbled with his pen. The writing utensil betrayed him by rolling off of his desk and falling to the floor. Annabelle giggled again. It wasn't at him, he didn't think, but he was still embarrassed. She had a cute giggle. He wanted to hear it more often. She reached down to pick it up for him. On the way, he watched her tits again. Another mental lash. "What's gotten into me," he mentally grimaced. "I'm sure guys look at her breasts all the time. I don't want to be every other guy." He shook off his thoughts as she handed the pen back to him. They traded notebooks and Annabelle wrote her name and number upside down on the bottom corner of the page in green ink. She smiled to herself as she drew little daisies on each side of her name. Fisher wrote in his information in her notebook in a typical male style. "Now that you have my number, you should call me sometime," she commented with a flirty wink as she handed his spiral back to him. "Sure, I like to study with other people. It keeps it interesting." He said to his desk, and then mentally face-palmed himself, realizing that was his cue to flirt with her. Fisher tried for a smooth recovery before she had a chance to speak, "Or to meet up for coffee?" His voice rose up, unsure if he was asking a question or making a statement. Annabelle's eyes traveled over to him again. Her eyes locked on his hazel eyes, which had a gorgeous amount of green in them. She considered his question for a moment, drawing out the silence to tease him a little. She smirked while looking over his neatly trimmed dark brown hair. "I don't know," she paused again, "that sounds like a date to me." Her fingers tapped on her desk. "We've just met, isn't that soon to be asking a girl out?" Fisher spoke slowly to make sure the words didn't come out all jumbled as he talked. "Lots of people study at coffee shops. I wasn't asking you on a date." Her honey colored brow rose again and her lips folded into a pout. She slumped back in her chair with her arms folded under her chest. "Too bad," was her simple quiet remark. Another mental face-palm for Fisher. "Fuck, what am I doing?" he silently questioned himself. He wasn't sure if she was teasing or if she was serious. What he was sure of though, was that she was getting under his skin in the best of ways. He always got nervous around girls and this was definitely no different. Professor Morgan saved him from his mental whip lashing. "All right, everyone, the person you are talking to right now will be your partner for all of your projects for this class. The first one is due in two weeks, so you'll be getting to know this classmate extremely well in the coming weeks." Fisher felt like he couldn't be any smaller at that moment. He felt Annabelle's eyes on him and heard a cute little excited squeal emanate from her lips. "Looks like we will be buddies," she said, wiggling in her seat with excitement. He looked over at her to make sure she hadn't begun talking to another student. He was still with her. Good. Well, good, with a little bad. He had already embarrassed himself, but hopefully with time, it would pass. Or, get worse. He wasn't sure which. Annabelle stayed in the seat next to him for the remainder of the class. His sneaky glances continued for the next hour. He felt like she was a year or two older than him. She didn't look older. However, there was something in the way that she carried herself that led him to believe that she was. He also wondered how he would handle being her class partner. It definitely wasn't something to complain about. He felt lucky to at least have the excuse to be around her. However, he would have to keep his cool if he wanted to get to know her more than just study and project partners. When class ended, Fisher packed up his backpack. Annabelle was waiting for him at the end of the row with a sweet smile painted on her face. His heart leapt into his throat as he approached her. She waited until they had gone down a couple of steps before speaking. "Are you taking any other classes this summer?" He nodded. His voice came out strained as he replied, "Just a boring marketing class. How about you?" "No, just this one. I need to slip it in and don't have a lot of time in the normal semesters to get a lot of other courses in besides my English courses." "Why is that?" They headed for the door side by side. He held it open for her and she smiled again as she passed through. "Well, when you have a full time job, and go to school full time, trying to get everything done gets tricky and takes a lot of planning. You know?" He nodded. He understood, though he didn't have a job. His father was putting him through school and his only focus was to graduate. He didn't have much else to worry about. Annabelle continued before he could get a word in. "This should be my last year, I hope. Or, maybe a year-and-a-half." She sighed. "I spent two years not knowing what I was doing, so I took a lot of classes I didn't need. Trying to feel things out. I settled, finally on creative writing, but now, I want to get done as soon as possible." Fisher tried doing the math in his head to figure out how old she was. Two years, but still taking an introduction course, a necessary class for all majors, but she seemed ready to graduate. She was still talking and he felt rude for not listening. He shut off the worry he had about her age. After all, age was just a number. "I also was wasting a lot of time during the 'feeling things out,' process. I took lots of classes and spent a lot of money, which I'll be paying off until the day I die. Sure, I learned a lot, but now I sometimes feel like I pinned myself into a corner. My advisor suggested I take summer courses, so here I am. I have to work a lot in the summer, so I didn't want to overload myself. Honestly, didn't want to take a summer class at all, which is why this is my first one." They went down two flights of stairs and then a few steps over to the doors leading outside. He held the door open for her again. She looked up a few inches to his eyes and thanked him with a bow of her head as she passed through. She liked that he opened the doors for her. Fisher once again walked next to her, unsure of where they were going as Chicago's blue sky and June sun bathed them with warmth. But, he wanted to keep talking to her, or listening rather, as it had been so far. Annabelle pushed her glasses up on her nose. "So, that's my story. I've been blabbing your ear off. Tell me about you." He hooked his thumbs into the bottom of the straps of his backpack and shrugged. "There isn't much to tell, really." She chuckled, "Aw, come on. I'm sure there is." "Well, I'm pretty boring. I don't know what to say." "Everyone is a little boring. Come on. Tell me, something, anything." She flashed him that pout again. "Don't make me feel bad for blabbing." "I'm studying business. My favorite color is blue. I have a younger sister who goes to UIC." The pair passed by the courtyard where some students were playing Frisbee, and a few others scattered around in small groups enjoying the sunshine. Annabelle laughed again. "Okay, well, maybe you are boring." Her tone was teasing, but he slumped his shoulders a little bit. She reached over and patted his shoulder over his t-shirt. "Calm down, I was joking." Her hand lingered for a moment before she pulled away. "I do that sometimes, you better get used to it if we're going to be buddies." Her touch had sent a shockwave of warmth through his body. "I'll try," he said, trying to tease her back, but he was pretty sure that it didn't come out that way. They walked in silence for a couple of moments before she turned her head to him again. "Are you following me?" she asked with a playful smile. "Can't get enough of me already?" He was following her. There was no way he would admit that, but he was. "Actually, umm," an awkward pause lingered, "I was going to grab some lunch and that's in this general direction." "Ah, so you are following me. I'm doing the same. I'm not in the mood for a sandwich at home." They shared smiles and chuckles, and then continued their way to the student union. Fisher followed her to the food court area where they each picked up a meal He stayed near her the entire time, not wanting to seem too clingy, but he didn't want to lose her either. "Would you like to eat lunch with me?" Annabelle smiled, holding a chopped spinach salad in her hands. Without hesitation, he answered, "Sure." After paying for their meals, they found seats at a table among a herd of other students. Fisher opened up his chicken nuggets after placing a napkin underneath his French fries. He watched as she drizzled dressing over her salad, put the lid back on, and then shook it to spread the dressing around. He had never thought of doing that before and made a mental note to give it a shot next time he had a salad. The pair shared common conversation about their lives. He learned that she had an apartment in the city, worked as a manager at a bookstore, and had a crazy, but loveable dog. She did most of the talking, as he fought with his nerves, too scared to say anything stupid to a pretty girl. Annabelle stabbed her fork repeatedly through her salad. "I really love giving blow jobs. It's my favorite sexual act." Her tone was shockingly casual. She filled her mouth with spinach greens and chewed with her eyes locked on his, gaging his reaction. He cocked his head back at the sudden way that she brought up the topic of sex. He wasn't a prude, but talking about sex with a practical stranger wasn't something he was used to. His mind started reeling, picturing her licking, teasing, kissing, and sucking his cock. She liked his shy silence. After she swallowed, she continued as she filled up her fork again, "I don't get why some girls don't like it or are grossed out by it. There's nothing like hot flesh on my tongue and hearing a man groan for me while I pleasure him." She visibly shivered. "Or of course, looking up into his eyes with his cock buried in my throat." Fisher shifted in his seat as his member began to fill with blood. He felt his cheeks heating up and rapidly changing different shades of red. His thought process was filled with nothing but imagining her lips wrapped around his flesh. Her fork hung in the air, as if eating was a side note to her at the moment. "What I don't get even more are girls who are afraid of cum. It's delicious. I adore a man's seed and it should be treated with respect, not spit out or washed down the drain." She closed her eyes and whimpered softly. "I love the taste of it, the warmth, the texture." Her eyes opened again. "All of it." "Uh huh," Fisher mumbled. He blinked his eyes repeatedly. He hadn't taken a bite since this part of the conversation had begun. Annabelle smirked at him, and then took the bite that she had been holding on to. She gave him a couple of moments to speak and inwardly smiled as his cheeks continued to change colors. Her eyes trailed down to her salad before returning to his. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" "No, no. I just," he looked for the right words, "I've never met anyone who talked so openly about sex before." Her shoulders rose up in a shrug as she dropped her fork on top of her half eaten lunch. "Why shouldn't people be? I mean, everyone does it, whether they admit it or not." She sipped from her water bottle. "Everyone has their opinions, their ideas, just like politics. And, it's a hell of a lot better to talk about than politics." "You're right," he said. His eyes fell to her breasts for a second and he watched her chest rise and fall with her breaths. He could have sworn that she pushed out her chest, presenting it for him. His gaze wandered around to the other people sitting nearby. "Of course I am." Her tone was pleased and pleasant. "So, what's your favorite sexual act?" Fisher wondered if this was a test that she gave to guys she would consider dating. So, he answered honestly after his eyes settled back on her face. "Kissing." Annabelle pursed her lips to one side and nodded. "Kissing." She repeated with her lips rising up into a smile. "Kissing is probably the most intimate act between two people. Funny, because it's usually what comes first. But, compared to penetration, which can be done from multiple positions, multiple ways, when you kiss someone, it's a deeper connection." They continued their conversation throughout eating lunch, drifting back and forth from sex to more common topics. The pair stayed and chatted a little longer until Fisher bid her farewell for the day because he had to get going to his next class. Before separating in the sunshine, Annabelle stopped in her tracks. He realized that she wasn't walking anymore, and then turned to her. "Can I give you a hug?" she asked sheepishly in a cute little girl voice. "Absolutely." He smiled broadly. Annabelle stepped into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His arms went around her lower back and he held her to him, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against his. She didn't move much, but enough to softly rub her breasts into his firm chest. The top of her head was nestled just below his chin. He didn't want to let go, but released her at the first sign of movement. She pulled away and grinned up at him. "Thanks. I hug my friends." He matched her smile and his heart warmed up from her words. "I'm your friend?" "Oh yes." She kissed his cheek. "Have a good day, Fisher. See you in class." He wanted to say something in response, but all he got out was, "You too," before she was bouncing away. "Wow," he said with a heavy exhale. "She's something special." He spent the rest of his day with his mind filled with thoughts of his new friend. Of course he wanted sex with her, she had done a fantastic job at planting that seed, but he also wanted to know everything about her. Fisher knew that he wasn't the type of guy to fuck a girl just because he could. He needed a connection with the girl. Though, his mind toyed with the idea of being inside of her. ***** Fisher was just about to leave his dormitory on Thursday night to grab some dinner when his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and to his surprise, he saw, "Annabelle" lighting up the screen. His heart sped up and he took a couple of deep breaths before answering. "Hello," he said as calmly as he could. Best Summer of Our Lives "Hey you." Her voice came through sounding quite perky. "Whatcha up to?" Fisher sat down on his bed and fidgeted with his hands as he talked. "Nothing at all." His roommate, Garrett, looked over at him with a curious look on his face. "Nothing?" Annabelle giggled. "So, you were just sitting there staring at the wall before I called?" "Um," he muttered, and then stumbled over his words, "no, not really, I guess, I mean yeah sort of, just hanging out in my room." "I see, I see. Hmm, well, have you eaten dinner yet?" Fisher's heart leapt into his throat and caught up his speech. He cleared his throat before he could talk properly. "No, I haven't, why?" She laughed for a moment, and then said, "Think about it, why would I ask if you've had dinner?" He hid his eyes in his hand. "I don't know. Are you asking me because you want to eat dinner with me?" "That would be a correct assumption, yes." The inflection of her voice told him that she was smiling on the other end, which in turn made him smile. Annabelle continued, "I like to cook when I have a night off, and cooking for one isn't very fun. Would you like to join me?" "Yes!" he replied almost too eagerly. He took a breath, and then spoke again, "I mean, yes, that would be great." She gave him directions to her apartment and told him to meet her as soon as he could get there. When he hung up, he stared at his phone in disbelief for a few moments. Garrett broke him out his trance when he put down the video game controller and asked, "What's up man?" Fisher blinked his eyes and turned his head towards his roommate. "I'm sorry, what?" "What's up? Who was that?" "Oh um, Annabelle asked me over for dinner." "Annabelle?" Garrett raised a dark brow. "The girl from your history class, that you haven't been able to stop talking about since you met her?" "Yeah." "Well, what the fuck are you doing sitting here? Get outta here and go!" Fisher laughed at himself for a quick moment before rising up from his bed. He went over to his closet and changed into a dark blue polo shirt and khaki slacks. He stopped in the bathroom and quickly checked himself out to make sure he was presentable and comb his short brown hair. After coming back out, he slipped into a pair of sneakers and stuffed the directions into his pocket. "Is this a date?" Garrett asked with his attention turned back to killing zombies. "I don't know. She just said that she didn't like cooking dinner for one. I don't think so." "Could be," Garrett said with a grin. "I don't know many girls who cook dinner for a guy who aren't at least interested in him." "Don't make me more nervous!" The guys chuckled together, and then Fisher made his way to the door. "Have fun and don't come back too early," his roommate teased. Fisher turned his head back to him. "Yeah yeah. See ya later." ***** Annabelle moved around her tiny kitchen, singing to herself as she filled a casserole dish with ziti pasta, marinara sauce with sausage, and ricotta cheese. She covered the top with mozzarella, and then sprinkled parmesan cheese over the dish. After putting the dish in the oven, she began cutting lettuce and vegetables for a salad. As she worked and her Jack Russell Terrier stood guard for any droppings, she thought about her new friend. She knew that they were attracted to each other. That was quite obvious. She liked his shyness and the way he seemed a tad uncomfortable, but anxious when she talked openly about sex. Fisher didn't seem like the type of guy who would go after her just for sex. That thought put a smile on her face, though she knew that eventually she may have to be the one to make the first move. But for now, she liked having him as a friend and feeling him out, instead of jumping straight into the sack. Annabelle wasn't attracted to bad boys or jerks, but she seemed to give into sex too easily. She was a self-proclaimed slut. In the past, she had racked up a decent number of men she had been with. Some of the men called her only for sex, and she was okay with that because that's what fuck buddies are for. Sometimes, she would go home with men she met at bars, and never talk to them again, even if they did call. She was ready to be with someone special and have meaningful sex. Not just one or two night stands to have her cravings for cock satisfied. The last man that she waited longer than two dates to have sex with was her high-school boyfriend, to whom she lost her virginity after waiting several months. When the time was right, she would rock Fisher's world, but for now, she enjoyed having him as a friend and being with a guy who wasn't spending every moment trying to get her into bed. Annabelle finished chopping the vegetables, and then mixed everything together in a bowl before placing it in the fridge. She quickly made a garlic butter sauce, and then spread it over slices of sourdough bread. The garlic bread was ready to be placed in the oven after the main dish was finished. ***** Fisher found a spot to parallel-park on the street. He turned off the car, and then looked down at the address again. As he got out of the car and made his way to the brownstone building, he continued to remind himself to be calm, just as he had the whole drive. Her apartment was on one of the three levels of the building. He opened the outside door, and then went up the steps to the second floor. After one final deep breath, he knocked on her door. Immediately following the knock, he heard a dog's high pitched bark on the other side. There was some scuffling around before the door opened. Annabelle's radiant smile greeted him. After closing the door, her arms wrapped around him and engulfed him in a warm hug. His arms went around her waist and he held her body to his, deeply inhaling her scent that he had grown to adore over the past few encounters. Her hair held the scent of apples and her skin smelled like a melon body wash. She pulled away, still smiling. "Thanks for coming over," she chirped. "Welcome to my humble abode." "It's a pleasure to be here," he said, returning the smile. The dog's barks became more constant, coming from the bedroom. Annabelle hurried over to let her out and gave him a word of warning, "She's gonna bark like crazy for a minute, but just let her smell you and she will calm down." Fished muttered an, "Okay," as he took in the surroundings. He took a few more steps past the threshold into her home. To his left was a small, but functional kitchen. Then, there was the door that she had gone to open. All he noticed of the living room, which seemed large for the apartment, were the bookshelves that were overstuffed with paperbacks. A white creature with a couple of brown spots zipped over to him, barking incessantly. The dog was clearly a bundle of energy, jumping at his feet. Fisher smiled and squatted down to offer the dog his hand to smell. When he tried to pet her smooth coat, she backed away, unsure of him and barked a little more. Annabelle put her hand on her hip and watched the interaction. "I'm sorry. I told you that she was crazy." A couple of moments later, he was able to give the dog a proper petting. She warmed up to him immediately once he had found her favorite spot on her back. Annabelle giggled, still watching. He looked up at her as he continued to scratch the dog. "What's her name?" "Clover." She smiled. "I think she likes you." "I hope she does." Fisher rose up and the dog scurried away to chew on a bone. "It smells delicious in here. What's for dinner?" Annabelle brushed a few honey colored locks off her face. "I hope you like Italian, cause we're having baked ziti." He made an approving sound and rubbed his stomach. "I love Italian food." Just then, the oven timer buzzed. She practically sprinted into the kitchen. Fisher stood at the entrance to the kitchen and watched her as she slipped on polka-dot oven mitts and bend over to pull the dish out of the oven. The width of the kitchen was not large enough for her to stand behind the open oven. His mouth went dry at the sight of her ass staring him in the face through her snug denim shorts. He forced himself to look away before she caught him looking. Annabelle placed the dish on the stove, and then put the garlic bread in the oven. "Sorry, I'm being a bad host. Would you like something to drink?" she asked as she dropped the oven mitts on the counter. "I have pop, beer, or the standard water." "A beer would be great, thanks," he replied. "Coming right up." She grabbed two bottles of Goose Island Honker's Ale the refrigerator, popped them open, and then handed him one. "Do you need any help?" "No, thanks." She grinned before turning away. "I've got it under control." He took a gulp of cold liquid courage, while his eyes roamed over her body again as she moved about the kitchen. Her tight shirt had a v-neck that was as deep as the purple shade of the garment. Her bosom was on display, but hidden just enough to be proper. His imagination filled in what he couldn't see due to the fit of her shirt. He could also make out the faint outline of her lace bra. For a moment, he wondered what color it was before he shook off the thought, reminding himself that he was gentleman, though his hormones begged to differ. Fisher silently moaned as he watched Annabelle stretch up on her tip toes to get plates out of the cabinet. He adored her calves and the way her bum lifted and came out just a little. He also got a peek of her tanned midriff. He closed his eyes and had another sip of beer, once again not wanting to be seen as the guy who stared at her. Annabelle had felt his eyes on her and she smiled inwardly. She wasn't trying to be overtly sexual or seduce him, which made his sneaking glances even more welcome to her. She came back down on her bare feet with the plates and bowls in hand, and then looked over at him. "I hope you're okay with eating on the coffee table. I don't have a dining room table, because well," she shrugged, "I didn't want to waste the space." "Not a problem at all." He waited patiently while she filled the bowls with salad, and then made plates of baked ziti for them. Fisher enjoyed how her long and straight hair caught the light and gave her a soft angelic glow and how her tanned thighs poured out of her shorts. His thoughts raced to touching her legs and petting her hair. She was about to plop a spoonful of baked ziti onto a plate when she felt his eyes again. Wanting to catch him in the act, she looked over at him and smiled sweetly. His cheeks turned pink immediately and she giggled in response as she went back to plating their dinner. "You look really cute today, Fisher," she said, turned away from him while opening the oven door. She put an oven mitt back on, and then retrieved the garlic bread. Another nerve induced lump filled his throat. "I do?" he mumbled. "I just look like me." As soon as he spoke he hated what he had said. A musical giggle filled the apartment again. She turned towards him after placing the cookie sheet on the stove. "Yes, you do look like you, and you're cute." He felt like the loose collar of his shirt had shrunk several sizes. He liked her compliments, but he wasn't used to receiving them. "Thank you, you look great today too." His words had come out more confident this time. Annabelle grinned. "Thank you back." She quickly put garlic toast on both plates, followed by a fork in the salads. "Dinner is served, come get your plate and salad." Fisher stepped into the kitchen to grab his plate and bowl. He tucked his beer into the crook of his arm, just as she had done with the dressing and beer, and then picked up his meal. Together, they made their way to the living room. He waited a moment for her to sit down in her preferred place on the sofa, but rather, she sat down in front of it. He followed suit, sitting on the floor on her left. Clover followed too, sitting properly on the other side of her, not begging for food, just watching. They both drizzled vinaigrette dressing on their salads, and then began eating. The television was directly in front of them, but she left it off. Fisher liked that she did. After his first bite of baked ziti, Fisher groaned with delight. He complimented her and the dish once he had swallowed, "This is delicious." He stabbed another fork full of food. "Do you always cook this well?" "I try to. Sure beats macaroni and cheese." She sipped her beer. "I like to try new things, but it's always better to try them when there's someone else to enjoy it with." While chewing, he also chewed over the thought of what she said. He wondered if there was a double meaning to her words, or if she simply meant cooking. He went with the simple route, not wanting to embarrass himself. "Well, anytime you want to cook something new, I will be your guinea pig," he stated, and then gulped down some beer. Annabelle winked at him while her mouth was full. She wiped her lips before she said, "I'd like that a lot. I bet this is better than cafeteria food." "It's not even in the same stratosphere." They continued to dine on the delectable meal that she made and shared a light hearted chat. They laughed about the dormitory that he lived in and shared roommate horror stories of years past. Her freshman year, Annabelle had lived with a girl who never took out her trash. It got so bad that the girl even had trash on her bed and slept in it. Fisher was lucky for the most part, though his first roommate was quite the ladies' man. The rule of, "do not enter" when a sock was hanging on the doorknob came into play a bit too often. He told her that he had slept in the common area one night because he forgot to take it off. When dinner wound down, Annabelle hopped up to collect dishes. Fisher stood up and picked up his plate. "I wouldn't mind helping you." She waved her empty hand in the air. "No, no, no." She smiled. "You're my guest. Guests don't do dishes. But, you can pick out a movie if you like." "I can definitely do that." He handed her his plate with a smile. Annabelle cleared off the coffee table, and then retreated to the kitchen. Clover followed her as if she was her shadow. He went over to one of the several bookcases and looked over the numerous movies that she owned. He plucked, "The Blues Brothers, out of the mix. While he waited for her to finish the dishes, he also looked over another bookshelf and the several books that she owned. Most of which he had never read and some he had never heard of. He wondered how she found time to read with school and work. Also, he wondered what genre that she liked writing the most, remembering that she was studying creative writing. When he heard the sink turn off, he popped the disc into the DVD player, and then sat down on the sofa. He found the remotes and got the movie set up to play when she returned. He liked that there weren't a lot of extra pillows on the purple velour sofa, just two in each corner. Also, he liked the funky, vintage, geometric print of the couch and cozy looking chair that sat adjacent to it. There were a lot of things about her that he liked. In his pocket, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out quickly read a text from his roommate, asking how his date was going. He replied with a simple, "Very well," even though he was still unsure if this was a date. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket. A few moments later, Annabelle glided in from the kitchen. "I made you a container to take back with you. You have a microwave in your room, right?" She sat down rather close to him on the couch. A mere inch of space was between them. Fisher felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach from their closeness. "I do. Thank you." "Anytime." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Do you mind if we um..." her voice trailed off into a giggle. He raised a chocolate brow and turned his face to her. "Do I mind what?" She nibbled her lip, feeling a bit shy. It took another moment before she spoke, "Do you mind if we cuddle a bit while we watch the movie?" Fisher nodded and ignored his nerves for a change. "I would love that," he said coolly as he lifted his right arm for her. Her emerald eyes sparkled. They shared a smile reserved for lovers before she nestled into him. Her head settled on his upper chest, half on his shoulder, and she curled her legs up on the sofa behind her. His arm fell around her shoulders, resting his hand on her arm, touching her bare skin just below the sleeve of her shirt. He pressed play on the remote, and then set it down on the cushion next to him. Clover wandered back into the living room and jumped up onto the sofa. Annabelle reached behind her, without pulling away from him, to get the blanket off of the back of the couch. She tossed it down near her feet and the dog curled up on top of it. Fisher had looked over and was smiling. Annabelle's arm returned to him and she lightly rubbed his stomach, feeling his firm abdomen through his shirt. "Are you comfortable?" she asked in a soft tone. His jaw rested against her head and his lungs were filled with her scent with every breath. "I've never been better," he replied with complete honestly. He felt her smile against him in response. Throughout the movie, he was more focused on having her in his arms than what was happening on the screen. He laughed with her at the appropriate parts, but his mind was constantly filled with the fact that a beautiful woman was cuddling with him. He listened to her breathing and loved how her breasts were pressed against his side and chest. His free hand moved to her arm over him and he lightly drew his fingers along her forearm. Everything was perfect. Annabelle felt her heart growing warmer the longer she stayed cuddled against him. She felt like she never wanted to move again. Never before, had she been so comfortable with a guy. This was not something she wanted to rush, she was sure now. She loved how his hands felt on her and imagined them touching her when she was nude. They watched the movie in silence, except for laughs and chuckles. Both of them were focused on being together more so than the movie. Fisher ached to kiss her, but he didn't want to scare her. Her warm body being so close to him was more than enough for now. He would kiss her soon. He would make sure of that. He also made a mental note to ask her on a proper date before he left for the night. Near the end of the movie, when Jake and Elwood Blues are being chased by a countless number of Chicago squad cars, Fisher started uncontrollably laughing. Annabelle lifted her head from his shoulder and giggled at him, "What's so funny?" "This is my favorite part." He smiled wide. "Wait for it," he said expectantly. She settled back in on his shoulder and continued to smile as she returned her eyes back to screen. "Here it is!" Fisher quoted a line from the movie at the exact time Elwood said it, "Well, this definitely is Lower Wacker Drive." He continued his laughter and she joined in. When the credits started rolling, they stayed in their embrace, neither of them eager to move. The DVD returned to the menu screen and they still didn't move. For several beautiful moments, they merely enjoyed being close together. Her hand drifted up to his chest and came back down over and over again. He continued to caress the skin on her arm and run up and down her side with the other hand. Annabelle loved his masculine scent and the slight aroma of his aftershave that he had presumably put on this morning. Clover was the one that ended their cuddle session. She bounded off of the sofa, ran to the door, and then scratched it. "I need to take her out," Annabelle sighed. Begrudgingly, she lifted herself out of his arms. "You can stay here if you want to." Best Summer of Our Lives "I'll come with you," he said with a smile. The pair headed for the door. She hooked the leash onto the dog's collar, and then they left the apartment. Once they were outside, and strolling down sidewalk, Fisher's nerves returned to him. He tried his best to suppress them. Once her free hand slipped into his and she interlaced their fingers together, anything he was worried about was washed away. They both turned their heads and smiled warmly at each other. They continued walking down the block, waiting for Clover to do her business. The dog took her time, as if she knew that a new relationship was blossoming and they were enjoying their walk while the sun set. "Thank you for inviting me for dinner," Fisher stated. He loved how her soft hand felt in his. "Thank you for coming over." He was about to ask her on a date for this weekend, but didn't want to do so while she was picking up doggie droppings. Her hand slipped out of his for the moment and she switched the hand that was holding the leash. She tied up the bag, and then switched hands again. They took a few more steps and when she took his hand again, he spoke, "Are you working this weekend?" "I have Saturday off. Why?" Annabelle bit her lip while she waited for his response. She hoped he was going to say what she was dying to hear. Fisher swallowed, his heart was about to beat out of his chest. After a deep breath, he looked at her and his words were able to come out smooth, "I would like to take you out." "As in a date?" she asked rhetorically and her giddiness came out in her voice. He nodded in affirmation. "Yes. I would really like to take you out on a date." "I would love to!" she cooed. "What are we going to do?" They reached the end of the block for the second time and turned around. "Do you trust me to say it's a surprise?" he asked with a smile and squeezed her hand. "I absolutely do." The smile couldn't be washed from her face, her entire being radiated. "Though, I think you are just saying it's a surprise because you don't know yet," she teased. "That's very much true. But, I promise to come up with something great." "I trust that you will." Once they were back in her apartment, they talked a bit more over another beer. It was getting late, considering that they both had class in the morning. Annabelle didn't want him to go, but she knew that if he stayed, they would stay up all night talking or more and both be wrecks tomorrow. She walked him to the door. On the way she grabbed the leftovers from the kitchen. After handing the container to him, she said, "I'll see you tomorrow." There was a hint of sadness in her tone. Fisher inwardly smiled at her tone, knowing that he would miss her too. He lifted her head with his curled index finger under her jaw. "Yes you will and you'll see me on Saturday." Her heart fluttered in anticipation of feeling his lips on hers. Nothing had ever compared to what she was feeling with him. If he was any other guy, she would push him against the wall and kiss him hard, leading to fucking like animals in her bed. But with Fisher, she immensely enjoyed this pace, for it was special. He bent down a little, and their noses turned opposite ways and their eyes closed in unison. His lips brushed softly against hers at first, before melting against hers and kissing her delicately. Both of their hearts skidded as tingles ran through every part of their bodies. Her cheeks quickly grew hot and she placed her hands on his neck. Her mouth opened, eagerly wanting to feel his tongue with hers. He followed her lead and his tongue slithered over her lips. Her body pressed into his and his hand moved over to the back of her neck. Their tongues gently massaged and curled with each other's. A sweet melody of timid new lovers sang in their kiss. Nothing in the world besides them existed in that perfect moment. Fisher broke off the kiss, pulling back just a taste. Her nose nuzzled with his and they both smiled with their eyes still closed. "Wow," her whispers came out shaky, "that was... I don't know what to say." "Neither do I," he whispered back. Annabelle's entire being felt warm, and fresh shockwaves were still traveling through. She smiled again as she felt his wet lips kiss her forehead. "I need to go, or I'll never leave," he said quietly. She looked up at him and pouted playfully. "I know." Her lips curled back into a smile. "I look forward Saturday." "As do I." He kissed her lips gently one more time. "Thank you for a wonderful evening. Have a good night, Annabelle." "You too, Fisher. Drive safely." "I always do." She reached for the doorknob and Clover started barking. She turned back and shot the dog a glare and told her to hush. Immediately, Clover sat down and stopped yapping. "Bye for a little while," Annabelle said once he had stepped through the door. ***** Fisher opened the door to his room and his roommate looked over at him immediately. "So?" Garrett drew out the word, seeing the Cheshire grin pained on his friend's face. "So what?" Fisher shrugged as he closed the door. "How did it go?" Fisher didn't say anything as he stepped out of his shoes. He knew Garrett was going to pressure him into saying something, but he liked drawing it out a little bit. "Come on, man. Tell me, was it a real date?" "A guy doesn't kiss and tell." "So, you did kiss her?" Fisher grinned even wider. "Maybe." Garrett chuckled, "Well, I'd say by that silly look on your face that you did." "Do I look that silly?" "Well, if you were a girl, I'd say you're glowing. But, I don't know how to say that for a guy." Fisher blushed before he relaxed and started laughing with his roommate. ***** Fisher smiled when he saw Annabelle come into the lecture hall on Friday morning. She looked as gorgeous as ever and his heart melted when she smiled at him. She raced up the stairs and took the seat right next to him. "Hey handsome," she said as she sat down. His cheeks rose up pink. "Hi pretty." Annabelle wanted to kiss his cheek, but she knew that wasn't proper. Rather, she pulled her notebook and a pen out of her bag. As class dragged on, she noticed how much she enjoyed just being near Fisher. Sure, he was an arm's length away and she couldn't touch him, but being in his presence energized her and warmed her soul in a way that she hadn't known before. Even with her high-school sweetheart. In a way, it also made her nervous because she didn't want to hurt him. There were many special qualities to him and she wondered if she deserved a guy like him. She shook off that thought, reminding herself that she deserved a good man who wasn't just trying to get into her panties. Annabelle grinned at herself as she ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook. She quickly scribbled a note, folded it up, and then dropped it on his desk. Fisher quietly chuckled, feeling like a grade-school kid as he unfolded the note. It read, "Have you decided what we're doing tomorrow?" The dot of the question mark was a heart. He wrote back, "Yes, but it's a surprise. Is picking you up at 1:00 okay?" He passed it back to her. She nibbled her lip as she read it. Annabelle turned towards him and nodded an affirmative. They smiled at each other. ***** Annabelle nervously paced around her bedroom in her bathrobe with Clover as her loyal shadow. She stared at the four dresses she had laid out on her bed. Her nerves were on overdrive. She hadn't been this nervous for a date since she had her first date, which was mini golf, when she was fifteen. "Why am I freaking out?" she asked herself as she held one dress in front of her. It was tossed back on the bed, and then she picked up another. While holding it in front of herself and looking down at her dog, she asked, "What do you think?" The little dog just stared at her and Annabelle laughed and shook her head. "You're no help!" She playfully sighed and threw the dress back onto the bed. Her dog stared at her with her head cocked to the side. Annabelle finally settled on a linen sundress and put the others away. She grabbed a pair of white wedged sandals before closing her closet door. Then, she went to her dresser. After staring at her lingerie drawer, she plucked out a silk, blue and white striped thong and a matching bra. She dropped her robe, and then began getting dressed. After slipping her panties up her legs and setting the band underneath her hip bones, she leaned forward as she hooked her bra to give an extra push to her already ample cleavage. Annabelle slipped her dress over her head, and then went over to the mirror that hung over her door as she smoothed it out. She set the tiny, yellow spaghetti straps on her shoulders and adjusted the light blue bust, which was two triangles, over her chest. The garment flowed out from the high yellow band just beneath her bosom. Large blue and yellow flowers were tastefully splattered diagonally across the dress starting under her left breast, and then across the white skirt that ended at her knees. As she checked herself out from all angles her heart and mind continued to race. There was something about Fisher that made her feel the need to take care of him. Not in a motherly way, but in a way lovers do, in and outside of the bedroom. She loved seeing him smile and hearing him laugh. The kiss that they shared was unmatched by anyone that she had kissed before. Her lips tingled at the mere thought of it. Annabelle went to her bathroom, and then straightened her hair. While applying a shimmery eye shadow, she cursed her shaky hand. She only put on a small bit of makeup, finishing with shiny lip-gloss. She wondered how many times she had to tell herself to take a deep breath since this morning. "Why am I so fucking nervous?" she asked herself again as she put in pearl earrings. "I mean seriously, it's just a date," she said to the mirror. "We've already kissed. We've cuddled. What am I freaking out about?" She shook her head at herself, and then opened the eyeglass case that held her blue framed spectacles. Annabelle had a few pairs of glasses, each had a different color for the frames, but all of them were rectangular shaped. She wiped them clean with a lens cloth, and then slipped them on her face. As she sat down on the edge of the bed to put her shoes on, she continued to give herself a pep talk. "Breathe Annabelle, breathe. He likes you. It's okay to let a guy in and not just fuck him. It's okay. He's not going to hurt you. He's a sweetheart. You could fall in love with him. Wouldn't that be nice to be in love with someone?" She took another breath and stared down at her dog. "Jeez, now I'm talking in third person and asking myself questions. What are we gonna do with me, Clover?" ***** Fisher arrived at her apartment and sent her text to let her know that he was here. She asked him to do so in order to keep her dog from going crazy. He got out of the car, and then waited for her in front of the passenger side door. A few moments later, Annabelle came outside. His eyes went wide as he watched her bounce towards him. She looked beyond gorgeous. Her dress was loose, but still hugged her curvy figure and her legs looked incredible. Not to mention her glorious breasts were on display almost as if she was wearing a bikini top. He swallowed hard as she stepped up to him. "There must be a mistake," he said with a husky tone as his eyes landed on her face. "You're too beautiful to be going out with me." "Aww," she cooed, "you're too sweet." Her heart and soul melted. She pictured herself as a puddle on the ground and wondered how she was still standing, and then realized his arm had slipped around her waist. "Thank you. You look very handsome." She ran her hand along his upper arm over his raspberry colored dress shirt. "You don't need to butter me up," he said kindly. "But, thank you." "Who said I was buttering you up?" She kissed his lips gently, lingering slightly longer than a peck. "You win this round, young lady," Fisher said with a grin, and then opened the passenger door for her. Annabelle smiled at him. "I thought chivalry was dead." "Not when it comes to me." He returned the smile. **** Fisher still hadn't told her where they were going, but as they walked hand in hand through Chicago's museum campus; she started to get giddy with anticipation. He led her towards The Shedd Aquarium and upon seeing the large columns that were modeled after classical Greek architecture at the entrance, Annabelle squealed with glee. "The aquarium!" she beamed, squeezing his hand. "Oh my goodness, this is the best date ever!" He couldn't help but smile. He wanted to make her happy and knew that he was already off to a great start. "Did I do well?" "Did you do well?" She giggled hysterically. "Fisher, this is incredible!" They hurried to the doors, and then she impatiently bounced in place while they waited in line behind other patrons at the ticket counter. Once he paid their admission, they began exploring. Most of the light in the building came from the large, bright, walled-in fish tanks. The walkways were dark, but had a blue glow. It was a bit humid, due to the five-million gallons of water that the exhibits held. The couple walked around the large circular tank that was nestled just behind the entrance and held fish from the Caribbean. Annabelle's eyes were wide, staring at the bright sea creatures. She held his hand as she walked at a snail's pace, taking everything in. He stayed at her side, for there was no reason to hurry her along. It seemed to Fisher that his date was like a little girl in the best of ways, squealing, jumping, and smiling endlessly. He knew already that he would have fun with her, this just confirmed it. "Oh look at that guy!" Fisher exclaimed, pointing out a cownose ray gliding by in the tank. "Oh wow!" Annabelle gasped. She held his hand tighter and hurried around to keep watching the ray swim. Eventually, they pulled themselves away from that exhibit and headed over to another. As they explored, they chatted more about their lives. Annabelle figured out by the way the he talked about them, that he was really close to his family. For a moment, she considered calling his parents and telling them that they raised a wonderful man. There would be a time when she would be able to tell them. She spoke lightly about her family. Her parents divorced when she was young and she had two older brothers. She was closest to her mother and her relationship with her father was still strained after several years. Very few details were given on the subject of that relationship, except that she got uneasy being around her dad for very long because of what had happened in the past. Fisher felt bad for her and wanted to talk to her about why, but he knew this wasn't the place and they should be having fun, not talking about things that made her sad. Instead, he just wrapped his arm around her waist and held her to him as they walked around. They continued through the aquarium, sharing stories and favorite things, and eventually ended up downstairs where they could get up close to the larger sea animals. Annabelle was amazed watching the otters. She had always loved them because to her, she saw them as dogs of the sea. The animals swam around and played together, coming close to the wall of the tank, and then swimming off. A beaming smile coming from her face lit up the dark quarters. Fisher had never seen a girl so happy. He corrected himself on that thought. Annabelle was a woman, and a very beautiful one. "I could stay here for hours," she said softly. "Well, we have till six when they close. But, we can come back tomorrow, and the next day, and the next." He felt her smile against him and he smiled. Her arms slid around him and her body pressed into his side while her eyes darted around watching the otters. His arm hadn't left her waist and he held her tighter. His free hand petted her hair, but he kept his elbow down so that he didn't block her view. There was nothing in the world like having her against him. They were both oblivious to the happy screams coming from children around them. "I could stay here forever too." His words were quiet, almost a whisper. He dropped several soft kisses on her forehead. Annabelle sighed happily. To her, it felt like every moment with him was perfection and everything she knew about him was incredible. She had never met a guy with such an amazing heart, which increased her attraction to him ten-fold. They stood together, watching the otters with a peaceful silence between them for quite some time. She lifted her head off of his shoulder and looked up at him. "Fisher, I have a confession to make," she stated, and then nibbled on her bottom lip. The worst thoughts flooded his mind. Quickly, he imagined her saying something awful, such as there was something about him she couldn't stand, or worse, that she had a boyfriend in another city, or even worse than that, she wanted to go home and never see him again and would be dropping the class they had together because she couldn't bear the thought of seeing him every day. He forced those thoughts away. None of them could be true, except for the one about her hating something about him. If that was the case, he would try his best to fix it. Annabelle giggled at the worried expression on his face. "Calm down, sweetheart. It's nothing bad, I promise. It's really good actually." She smiled warmly. It took a moment for him to realize that she had called him sweetheart. When he did, he couldn't help but smile. "Tell me." Her eyes drifted down to the floor before locking with his again. She forced the words out of her mouth, "I know we haven't known each other very long, but I really," she stressed the word, "like you, Fisher." A shock of loving warmth shot throughout him. He fumbled for something to say and all he could come up with was, "Yeah?" She nodded fast, causing her mane to swish on her chest. "I hope that's okay." "It's wonderful." He kissed her lips softly, and then muttered against her mouth, "I really like you too." Their lips met again, more eagerly this time. In unison, their mouths opened and their tongues glided into each other's mouths with the same calm finesse that the rays had swimming through the water. There was no rush, no trying to show off, just exploring, tasting, and sharing a kiss with the other person. After a few moments of bliss, Annabelle broke off the kiss and rested her forehead against his. "I need more of your amazing kisses," she whispered. "You do?" He grinned before kissing her again. "Uh huh. Very, very badly." Suddenly, she slid out of his embrace, grabbed his hand, and then led him down the hallway. He watched her hips sway as she walked with determination. They stopped in a dark, quiet corner, away from other patrons. Her hand left his and both hands went to his neck. Thanks to the height of her shoes, she didn't have to pull him down to meet his lips again. His hands fell on her hips as their kissing became more urgent. He lightly pushed her into the wall, not using force, for he didn't want to hurt her. She fell back willingly as their tongues twisted and twirled back and forth in a sweet game of lover's exploration. Fisher felt his cock stiffening in his slacks and couldn't help but press against her and softly grind himself into her. She whimpered into his mouth at the sensations his growing member provided, even between several layers of clothes. Her nipples swelled and pressed hard against her bra. He felt the lines of her thong through her thin dress, which heightened his arousal even more. Both of their cheeks had gotten hot and they gasped for air between kisses. Their lips were wet with saliva and they continued to hungrily feast on the other's mouth. Their pulses were beating at rapid tempos. Best Summer of Our Lives Annabelle slid one hand down to his chest, feeling his firm muscles. She felt so protected in his embrace and adored by the way he kissed her. He stayed with it, keeping his lips pressed against hers as if he could never stop kissing her. Nothing had ever compared to this. Nothing. It felt like their tongues were making love. Fisher's hands drifted back to her ass and he pushed himself harder against her. His body was on overload and all they were doing was kissing. It was deeply passionate, but he had never kissed someone like this. He loved how her kisses were as playful as her personality. Though he did think, if he felt this way from a kiss, if they ever had sex, it would be indescribable. They both heard the pattering of several footsteps and broke their kisses immediately. When Annabelle opened her eyes again, even in the shadows, he could see the lust that was glazed over in her eyes. She saw it in his as well. His member was firm against her and they stayed nestled together, hidden in the darkness as a family passed by them, completely unaware. She covered her mouth to keep her giggles and panting breaths from being heard. "Want to move along before we get caught?" she asked with a wicked grin. "Yeah, but, uh," Fisher stuttered and wiped the perspiration that had risen up on his brow. "I can't exactly move yet." She knew he was referring to his erect cock that was desperately trying to escape from his pants. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, "I have quite an effect on you, don't I?" "I think that's quite obvious," he chuckled, holding her tight to him with his arms locked around her back, as if he was shielding her from the world. Annabelle giggled for a moment and buried her forehead into his neck. "Take all the time you need for him to calm down." After a few minutes, his erection had subsided enough to not be noticeable. Annabelle took his hand and they headed to the gift shop. They looked over several items, never letting go of each other's hands as they roamed the store. Fisher picked up a key chain for his sister, because she collected them, and a snow globe for his mother for the same reason. Annabelle liked him even more seeing how much he thought about his family. Fisher had his back turned to her when he felt something fuzzy on the back of his neck. He turned around and Annabelle attacked his face with kisses from puppets of an otter and a sting ray on her hands. She made playful kissy sounds the whole time. They both laughed together while she continued her puppet kiss assault. When she caught her breath, she took the puppets off before retreating to put them back on the display. He stopped her. "I think you need those," he said with a smile. "Oh?" She looked down at the plush animal puppets in her hand. "You don't have to buy them for me." "I want to. You need something to remember our date by." "I have plenty of memories, but yes." She smiled wide. "I do think I need these puppets." She handed him the toys, and then they went to the registers. While they waited in line, Annabelle held on his arm because his hands were full. "Do you know why I picked those two?" "Tell me why." "Cause, the stingrays were your favorite today and otters were mine." "I love how you think." He kissed her softly, and then added, "However, you're my favorite today." ***** Fisher sat next to Annabelle at a small Thai café downtown. They were sitting on the patio, enjoying the cool breeze coming off of Lake Michigan. He watched how she ate, truly tasting and enjoying each bite of her pad Thai. He had ordered the same item, but much less spicy than she did. She teased him about being a weeny and not being able to handle spicy food. He teased her back, telling her that she wouldn't enjoy his company very long if he had tried to impress her. They had chatted all day long. It seemed as if there was nothing that they couldn't talk about. They talked about their friends, high-school experiences, favorite movies and music, and more. Near the end of the meal, the couple was discussing school. Fisher was reminded again that she was an aspiring writer. "So, what sort of things do you write or want to write?" he asked, and then had a sip of wine. She finished chewing and daintily wiped her lips. "Well, I don't have a lot of time with work to write more than what's necessary for my classes. But, when I do find the time, I like to write short stories for fun because I can get it finished faster than say, a novel." "That makes sense." Fisher smiled. "I assume you write fiction?" He filled is mouth with a bite of peanut sauced noodles. She nodded. "Yes." A sly grin rose up on her lips. He raised his brow at the look on her face. "What kind? Just tales about characters?" Annabelle had filled her fork with noodles and placed it on her plate before meeting his eyes. "You could call it that, I guess." She smirked. "I write erotic short stories." A rush of heat went to his crotch. He swallowed hard before confirming what she had just said. "Erotic short stories?" "Yes." She chewed her food, letting the thought set in for him before she asked, "Does that bother you?" "No, no, I've read a fair share of erotic stories before. I think it's better than just," he softened his voice, even though she hadn't, "watching porn all the time." "Do you get off when you read them?" The question lingered in the air. Fisher felt like everyone was staring at him, even though they were all engaged in their own dinners. His cheeks had turned bright red before he was able to admit it. He didn't have to. She could tell from his expression that he did. "Maybe you read some of mine sometime and didn't know it." She winked from behind her glass of wine. "If you haven't, then you definitely should." "I think I would like that," he said with a lump in his throat. "I'll show you my library sometime." She took another sip of wine, and then teased him, "If you're a good boy." He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair. "What sort of stories are they? I mean the genre or subject matter, or whatever you would call it." "I have a range, from romance, to taboo, and anything in between." "Oh," he exhaled. He already figured that he was much less experienced than her just by the way she carried herself and conversations they had shared. But now, he felt like it was confirmed and hoped that he wouldn't be inadequate for her when the time came. After a few moments of silence, Annabelle broke it with a concerned tone in her voice, "Are you okay? Do you hate me now? Have I freaked you out?" "No, no, no, god no, not at all." He reached over and held her hand. "Quite the opposite actually. I'm very intrigued by you." ***** The moon shone brightly through the open window in her apartment. Fisher and Annabelle were tangled together on the sofa, kissing deeply and passionately. He was on top of her, pressed against her body and grinding against her gently. Her legs were wrapped around him and the skirt of her dress had fallen to her upper thighs. Shoes were discarded long ago when they snuggled up to watch a movie that was now on the menu screen. Fisher's hands slid up and down her sides, feeling her generous curves. He left a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck. He heard Annabelle's whimpers and sighs in his ear, sending his arousal on overload. His cock ached inside of his pants, desperate for release. He loved the soft touch of her hands gliding along his back and how she dug her nails in on occasion. Her pussy was rapidly growing slick, soaking her juices into her panties. Annabelle had told herself that she wanted to wait to sleep with him, but her willpower was rapidly depleting. Every kiss, every caress, everything that he did to her was too much. Her loose dress felt like it was constricting her as her body grew warmer with each passing moment. When he hit the most sensitive region on her neck, just under her ear, her eyelids fluttered and she moaned, "Fisher, that feels so good." "I'm glad," he groaned into her flesh. His lips lingered in that spot, and then took a detour down to her collar bone before returning. He whispered into her ear, "Is it okay if I touch your breasts?" "Yes, yes, of course," she nearly wailed. He lifted himself off of her just a bit and steadied himself on the arm that was cradling her head. He planted soft kisses over every centimeter of her face as his hand drifted up over the curve of her bosom. The soft fabric of her dress scratched against his hand as he cupped her breast and the sensation from feeling her rock hard nipple against his palm through her clothing sent a jolt of pleasure to his erection. "Here, let me help you," she mumbled, pulling her hands away from his back. Quickly, she pushed down the straps of her dress and slipped her arms though, freeing them. She pushed the bust of her dress down, revealing the shiny silk bra that she wore. Fisher's mouth went dry as he admired her body. He pushed himself up more in order to get a better look. His fingertips trailed along the top of the cups of her bra, feeling her soft flesh. Her large breasts were propped up and strained inside of her bra. He ached to feast on her, but was in no rush. He looked up at her face and smiled. "You're beautiful, Annabelle. Absolutely gorgeous." She bit her lip and shied away, looking off to the back of the sofa. He took his hand off of her chest and gently nudged her cheek back over so that he could see her eyes. He kissed the tip of her nose. "You need to get used to hearing that. You are beautiful and you deserve to hear it more than I would ever be able to say it." His hand returned to her breasts, running back and forth and into the valley between her mounds of flesh. "Thank you," Annabelle muttered, tracing her fingers along his scratchy jawline. She felt like she was melted into the sofa, overwhelmed by the sensations he provided her, and even more so, the words he said. Her heart was warm, near the level of exploding with what felt like love. "Love?" she asked herself silently. "It's too soon for that. Way too soon. But, this has to be what it feels like." Fisher kissed her lips, breaking off her thoughts of anything but what they were doing in this moment. His lips made their way down her neck and over her chest, leading down to her tits. He looked up at her and whispered, "Is this okay?" She nodded and smiled softly. "Very much okay." Her fingers twirled in his short soft hair while she watched him. She moaned as he kissed and licked her skin. It felt like he was absorbing everything that he could. Most men she had been with just rushed through everything in order to get to the actual sex. With him, it was so much different, almost unexplainable. Her nipples were so hard that they hurt, especially being confined inside of her bra. His tongue felt like it had dissolved into her flesh, leaving a trail of saliva as he tasted her. His hand lightly groped her as he devoured her tits. She could feel his cock pressing hard against her pussy through their clothes as she met his gentle thrusts and rolled her hips. She was desperate to have him and washed over with lust. "Fisher," she moaned. He moaned a response into her delectable skin. Hearing her moan his name sent shivers down his spine. "Fisher," she tugged on his hair to angle his head up so that she could look at his face. Her breath was ragged and she panted, "We should go to my room." He moved up so his face was over hers and his eyes locked with hers. He ached for her as well, but he knew it was lust. Not love, though love had begun to bubble as well. He forced himself to push his desire for more out of the way. It wasn't time yet. His hand stroked her face and he smiled down at her. He spoke softly, "Annabelle, I want to. I really want to. But, I don't think we should." She felt wounded. No man had ever turned her down before. Her lips trembled as she asked, "Why? You don't want me?" "Oh god no. You're the most desirable woman in the world to me." He kissed her forehead repeatedly before lifting up again. "I know you want this and believe me, I want to as well." He stroked his thumb over her lips. "But, you're worth waiting for." Tears began welling up in her eyes. "No one..." she stuttered, "no one has ever said that to me before." Fisher leaned down and kissed the tears away that had escaped, and then kissed her eyelids. "Then, no one has ever deserved you before." She pressed her lips together and sniffled, trying to keep her emotions under control. Here was this perfect man, gentle, warm, and loving, who obviously cared for her. It wasn't something she had felt for several years. Her high-school sweetheart waited for her to be ready before losing her virginity, but that didn't mean he hadn't pressured her a couple of times. Now, here was Fisher, a man who was more than willing, but not allowing himself to give in. She didn't know what to say, there were no words within grasp to explain what she was feeling. "Don't be sad, baby, please." He pressed his forehead against hers. "This is just our first or second date, depending on what you want to call Thursday night." That line made her giggle, which in turn, made him smile. "We have plenty of time. I want it to be special when we do." "I understand. Thank you." Annabelle wiped her face. "Sorry, I'm such a mess." "No need for apologies." Fisher kissed her trembling lips. "I'm an emotional, soft hearted guy. Another thing you're going to have to get used to. I tend to cry more often than I'd like to admit." She giggled again, he adored her giggle. He saw her eyes sparkle, even though they were still wet. "I think I can get used to that." She smiled fully and her fingers tickled the back of her neck. "I hope this doesn't mean we have to stop making out." "Does it?" He started tickling her over her ribs, causing her to squirm under him. She giggled hysterically and shook her head wildly, causing her hair to whip his face. "No, please. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me, Fisher." ***** Annabelle sat outside while on break at work on Tuesday afternoon. She stared down at Fisher's contact in her phone. She didn't want to call him for this, but she knew her friends were all busy right now and honestly, she didn't trust them like she did him. She pressed the call button and put the phone to her ear. "Hey beautiful," Fisher answered. "Hey, handsome." She paused for a moment, and then got to the point. "I don't want to ask this of you. But, I need the biggest favor in the history of favors." He instantly said, "Anything you need, baby. What is it?" Annabelle smiled and put her hand over heart. She loved how he called her baby, even though she was older than he was, and how eager he was to help her. "Well, the manager who was supposed to work tonight has food poisoning. I've tried Susan and Nathan, but they are both busy tonight." "Okay, tell me what I've gotta do to help you." "I've been here since eight and won't be home till after ten. I need someone to take Clover out so she doesn't have to hold it till then, or worse. There's no way that I could get back and forth on the train without this place disintegrating." "I can definitely do that for you. Good thing Clover likes me, huh?" Annabelle chuckled, "It's a very good thing." One of the employees had wandered outside looking for her and she held up a finger to them, asking for a minute. "So, can you come get my keys from me in a bit?" "Absolutely." "Thank you so much. You're a lifesaver." She quickly gave him the address of her work, and then hung up the phone. When the screen went black, she whispered, "I love you," to him, though he couldn't hear it. It had been a long time since she was in love and had forgotten what it felt like. Even though she had only known him for a week, her heart was convinced that she loved him. ***** Fisher slid the key into the lock of her door and her little guard dog barked uncontrollably once he entered. He dropped down to one knee and let Clover smell him. She quickly recognized him and licked all over his hand. "Your mommy is stuck at work," he said, roughly petting the dog. "Hope you don't mind going on a walk with me." At the mention of the word walk, Clover scurried over the door, practically running into it. Fisher laughed and grabbed the leash off of the hook near the door. He walked Clover up and down a few blocks around Annabelle's building before she did her business. Fisher pictured the dog thinking something like, "I can't do this in front of him." The thought made him laugh. When he returned inside, he flipped on the light in the foyer. The light made that familiar popping sound, and then turned off again. He didn't want to snoop around, he knew that she trusted him and he would never break that trust. However, he remembered seeing light bulbs on the storage shelf above the washer and dryer while she was doing laundry when he was over working on their class project last night. He opened the French doors that were near her computer desk in the living room. He made a mental note to suggest to her that it wasn't safe to have all of the electronics so close to the laundry area in case the washer leaked. He grabbed a bulb, changed it out, and then filled Clover's food and water dishes. He felt strange being in her apartment alone, but in a way it was nice, because she trusted him to be here. The red light on the coffee maker was still on. He turned it off, and then dumped the burned coffee. He filled the pot with soapy water and left it in the sink. Just to be safe, he went to her bathroom and checked that she had turned off her hair straightener this morning. She had. Fisher sat down on top of her bed for a moment to spend some time with Clover, as asked. He didn't mind the little terrier. She jumped right up onto the fluffy purple and white comforter with a toy in her mouth. They played a game that was a mix of tug-of-war and fetch for several minutes. ***** Fisher returned to the bookstore and looked around for her for a few minutes. He found her at the customer service desk, ordering a novel that the store was out of copies of for a customer. She smiled at him when she looked up from the computer. He waited patiently for her to finish what she was doing. He filled his time with admiring her in her casual business attire. She was professionally buttoned up, hiding most, but not all, of her cleavage behind a pink and white striped button down blouse. Annabelle motioned for him to come over once the woman had stepped away. He pulled her keys out his pocket as he approached. "I hope Clover was nice to you," she said with a grateful smile. "She was hyper as ever," he chuckled as he handed her back her keys. "But, we had a nice time." She dropped her keys in a drawer, and then went around to give him a hug. She wanted to linger in his warm embrace, but let go before she would normally want to. "Thank you so much." "You're very welcome anytime you need it." He nudged her glasses up on her nose and ran his fingers behind her ear, causing her to nuzzle into his hand. "Do you mind if I hang out here? I have some studying to catch up on." "Of course not. The café is over there, come with me and I'll get you some free coffee." He followed her across the store, adoring how her gray slacks hugged her round butt and hips. Annabelle looked over her shoulder at him and giggled while spinning her manager card on the zip cord that was attached to a belt loop. Keys jingled from the rubberized coil band that she had around her arm above her elbow. Best Summer of Our Lives Fisher took a seat and pulled out his books while she went over to order his coffee. "What'll it be ma'am?" Vicky, the barista asked. "Iced or hot hazelnut latte?" "Large iced for me and a large coffee with cream and sugar for my friend over there." The bubbly redhead leaned far over the counter to get a good look at Fisher. "Oh, he's cute" she cooed. "Is he your boyfriend?" Annabelle giggled and shook her head. "We went on a date Saturday. A really good date and spent some time together a few other times." She forced herself to put on a stern face and teased, "You shouldn't be asking your superior about her love life." Vicky laughed as she began making the order. "Since when?" Annabelle's serious face broke and she giggled. "I don't know. I'm sure it's in the employee handbook somewhere." She softened her voice so Fisher wouldn't overhear. "I really like him. He's a special guy. But, no, he's not my boyfriend, yet." "Do you want him to be?" the barista asked, raising a questioning brow. Annabelle felt like a shy little girl, twirling her finger in her caramel hair. "Maybe..." "Maybe or yes?" "Yes. Yes, very much so." Vicky grinned, and then finished making the coffees. She handed them to Annabelle, who took them and returned to Fisher. He looked up at her as she came over. She placed his coffee on the table, and then ran her hand through his hair with her now empty hand. "I have a question," he said as he took the lid off of his cup to let the steamy beverage cool a little. "I have an answer." "Do you always take the train home when you get off work late?" "Yeah, why?" She sucked her flavored latte through the straw and put her weight on one leg, cocking her hip to the side. He tingled all over from her fingers playing with his hair. "I would like to stay here until you get off so I can take you home. Tonight, and anytime you get off late." Her heart melted, it had been doing that a lot lately. "That's sweet, but I'm a big girl from the city. I've been doing this for years. I can get home by myself." Her tone didn't come off as cocky; merely she was showing her independence. "I know you are." Fisher reached up and took her hand off of his head, and then held it. "But, I want to know you're safe. It's the gentleman in me. I'll sleep better at night if I know you're not riding the train late at night." She looked down into his hazel eyes and nodded her head. "No one has ever treated me like you do. I'm just not used to all of this, but I like it." "I'm not like every other guy am I?" Fisher asked with a grin, and then kissed the back of her hand. She ran her finger over his square jaw, and then lingering on the dimple on his chin. "No, you're so good. How did you get this way?" "My mom and dad raised me well, I guess." "They definitely did. I need to thank them." She leaned down to drop a kiss on his brow. "I need to get back to work, but I'll come hang out with you when I can." ***** Annabelle leaped into his embrace when she met him at the train station on Friday morning. He had met her there before class all week and walked her there after they had lunch. She hugged him so tight, squeezing the air out of his body while coating his face with kisses. It felt like it had been an eternity since he left her apartment last night after a home-made dinner, a movie, and another intense make out session. She left like a teenager again with him, back when making out and touching each other was all that was needed for satisfaction. Waiting to have sex with him was agony, but she immensely enjoyed falling in love with him. Fisher took her tote bag from her once they had stopped hugging. He put it over his neck and shoulder. The strap awkwardly sat around his backpack. After taking her hand, they walked to class. "Did you sleep well?" he asked. "Very well. I always sleep great after you've been over." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I sleep great after being at your place too. Speaking of your place, our project is due on Monday, are you going to have time to put the finishing touches on it with me this weekend? I know how busy you are, so it's okay if I have to finish it up." "Actually," she tightened her grip on his hand. "Joseph, the guy I covered for on Tuesday night, called me this morning and said that he was going to cover my shifts tonight and Sunday to repay me." "So you're off all weekend?" His voice was filled with excitement. "That would be correct, sir. But, Saturday, let's not think about school cause I have an awesome date planned for us." "Oh do you? Who said I was free on Saturday?" He shot her a teasing grin. The couple stopped at the corner, waiting for the pedestrian signal to change. "Well, I just assumed. Are you free on Saturday?" "I am. What do you have in mind?" They crossed the crosswalk among a herd of other people. She waited to speak until they had space again. "I think it's only fair that I keep it a secret since you kept last week a secret from me." "Fair enough," he said with a nod, and then they shared a smile. ***** In the middle of class, Annabelle ripped a sheet of paper from her spiral notebook. She scribbled a note to Fisher, folded it up, and then dropped it on his desk. He smiled as he unfolded the paper. His grin became even wider as he read the words she had written, "Are you my boyfriend?" Again, the question mark had a heart for the dot. He quickly wrote back, "If you want me to be. It would make me very happy to call you my girlfriend." She quietly squealed and wiggled in her seat upon reading his note. They locked eyes and she winked. She wrote a few words, and then handed it back to him. The note said, "YES YES! YES! Please call me your girlfriend!" ***** Annabelle's head was in his lap and her body was curled up on the sofa. Fisher's hand ran through her silky locks. Her cheek nuzzled against his crotch and he looked away from the movie they were watching to look down at her. Her eyes were closed and she was purring contently. Fisher smiled and took his hand away from her side to gently remove her glasses. He cradled her head so that he didn't wake her up while he stretched to place her spectacles on the coffee table. He glanced over to see Clover who was sleeping with her head on Annabelle's calf. He continued to stoke her hair for the remainder of the movie. He loved having her asleep on him. They had spent any time that they could together and each moment was special. He watched her chest rise and fall and listened to the soft sound of her breathing. "You're so pretty, Annabelle, I hope you know that," he whispered as he curled his fingers in her hair. Fisher looked down at her more than he looked at the screen. She looked so peaceful laying on him with her hand curled over her thigh. He thought about all that they had shared since they met and how much more he wanted to be with her. His hands never strayed to inappropriate places while she slept. He wanted her in so many ways and waiting had started to become agony for himself. There was an almost constant fight between his morals and his hormones raging inside of him when he was with her and when he was thinking about her. He continued to tell himself that it would happen soon enough. He knew that they had a connection that was growing deeper with each passing day. But, he wanted to love her first. Those feelings were already stirring up inside of him, but he didn't know how she felt. He'd wait years for her to say those three little words before sleeping with her. When the movie was over, it was nearing midnight. He didn't want to wake her so that he could head home. His eyes were getting heavy, so he grabbed one of the pillows from the corner of the couch and propped it up behind his head. He turned off the television, and then closed his eyes. He continued to caress her until he fell asleep. ***** Annabelle opened her eyes, blinking them and giving them a moment to adjust to the darkness. She realized she was still on his lap and it had to be quite late. She lifted herself off him, and then grabbed her cell phone and glasses off of the coffee table. She didn't remember taking them off and it made her smile knowing that he must have done it. She looked at the time and gasped, "Three-o-two?" She whispered to herself, "Goodness, I must have been more tired than I thought." Her phone was tossed back to the table. The noise woke up the dog. She perked her head up in response before stretching. Annabelle uncurled herself from the sofa, and then sat up. Fisher was sleeping awkwardly on the couch, with his head kind of on the arm of it, but with his butt flat so he didn't mess up her pillow of his lap. She leaned over and kissed his lips repeatedly until he woke up. His arm wrapped around her before his eyes opened. He mumbled something inaudible that made her giggle. "Darling, come on, let's go to bed," she said softly, continuing to kiss his lips. "Come on, get up, it'll be just for a minute that you have to be awake." Fisher rubbed his tired eyes, and then ran his hand over his cheek. "What time is it?" he muttered. "I should get going back." "No, no, that's just silly. Come on, let's go sleep in bed." She nuzzled her nose with his. "Come on. Let's sleep. I'm not letting you drive right now." Fisher's mind was clouded with grogginess. Proper thoughts were hard to come by. He just nodded and mumbled, "Okay, sleep sounds good." He pushed himself off of the couch, and then helped her up. She kept her hand in his and he followed her to her room. Together, they pulled the comforter and sheets down on her bed. "Get yourself comfy, I'm going to put some PJs on." Annabelle grabbed a couple of things from her dresser before disappearing into the bathroom. For a moment he smiled. He still hadn't seen her nude or in just panties yet, and liked that she wanted him to still wait for the surprise. He took off his cargo shorts, but left his t-shirt on. A quick glance down told him that he needed to button the fly of his boxers. She emerged from the bathroom wearing tiny pink and purple plaid shorts. Fisher wondered for a moment how they qualified as clothes. He watched her stretch up on her tip-toes to turn the light off on the fan. He admired her hard nipples pressing against her shirt for a second before the room went dark. Annabelle climbed into bed and her dog jumped up to curl up at the foot of the bed. Fisher slid in and laid back. Her mattress felt like a giant pillow in itself. She was laying on her side with her hair strewn across the pillow. "Cuddle me, Fisher," she whispered. Without hesitation, he slid over and turned onto his side. He wrapped his arm around her waist and the other slipped beneath her neck. He was careful not to pull on her hair. She wiggled back into him to close the space between their bodies to nothing. Her top leg curled over his and she hooked her foot under his calf. "This is lovely," Fisher happily sighed. "It really is." She smiled, feeling his kiss on her cheek. "Goodnight, boyfriend." "Goodnight, girlfriend." **** Fisher smiled, breaking the staring contest game that he and Annabelle had been playing for the last several minutes. He broke down into a chuckle, unable to contain himself anymore. She shook her head, giggled, and playfully pushed him down onto his back on top of the blanket. She mounted him, sitting up in his lap. Her fingers flew up and down his sides, tickling him. "I can't help it. Your eyes are too pretty!" He laughed uncontrollably and squirmed under her. "I have to smile when I look into your eyes," he tried to protest. She stopped tickling him for the moment and grinned. "That's sweet, but rules are rules, the loser gets tickles!" Her tickling raid continued. When she finally stopped, he was left gasping for breath. He looked up at her, admiring her beauty against the backdrop of the lake. He wondered what he had done to deserve such a gorgeous woman. She knew that he was drinking her in, it was becoming his favorite past time when they were together. Annabelle stayed perched on top of him, sitting still because she felt his cock stirring with life and she didn't want to embarrass him by giving him an erection before running to the water in front of the busy lakefront. "I always say, a good tickle should be followed by a good kiss." His hands ran up and down her smooth, bare thighs. Annabelle finished pulling the rubber band out of her side ponytail, and then dropped down to kiss him. Their tongues danced together for several beautiful moments before she suddenly got up to her feet. Quickly, she put away the containers that had held their picnic lunch they had. He was still reveling in the sensations of the kiss that they shared and was even more overpowered by watching her pull her green sun dress over her head. As the fabric came up, it was as if he was watching everything in slow motion, revealing inches of her flesh bit by bit. His mouth went dry, seeing her in a pink bikini with green and white polka dots. He still hadn't seen her fully in lingerie and realized there was no way that it could get better than this. She had been topless when they made out a couple of times, but there was something special about seeing her nudity partially, but barely covered. The halter neck of the top of her bikini was wrapped around her neck and tied at the back. Her tanned flesh glowed in the sun and her breasts were barely held within the material. He wanted to reach up and tug on the ties on the side of her bottoms, but knew that wouldn't be near proper, especially in this setting. Annabelle smiled as she dropped her dress on top of the blanket. "What are you staring at?" she giggled. "The most gorgeous woman on the planet." She giggled more when he licked his lips. "You're too sweet." She squatted down to drop a quick kiss on his lips. "Now, take this off," she tugged at his shirt, "and let me see that sexy chest of yours." Fisher groaned softly and grinned. "Yes, baby." He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it behind him. Immediately, her hand ran over his smooth, muscular chest. "You're so fucking hot," she muttered, watching herself touch him. She lightly pulled on the little hairs between his pectorals. "You're hotter." She shook her head and grinned. "No way. You're a stud." He was about to say something, but she had gotten up again and was running towards the water. He hopped up to his feet and chased her across the sand. When he reached her, their feet were in the water. He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. Her legs swung in the air and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Fisher spun in circles as he led them deeper into the lake. Water was up to his chest and he maneuvered her body so that she could wrap her legs around his hips. They felt like the only people in the world. He made sure she held her breath, and then bent his knees, dipping them under the water. The intertwined couple came back up and Annabelle giggled her happy melodious tune. Droplets of water ran down her body and her hair stuck to parts of her face. One of his hands came off of her ass and he pushed the hair off of her cheeks. He smiled, she loved his smile. It made her wonder how she had ever been sad or could be sad ever again. Their gazes caught and both of their hearts sped up several beats. The moment was perfection. Her fingers traced up and down the back of his neck and the top of his back. He held her to him, protecting her from being too deep in the water. Their bodies were pressed together and their eyes were locked. She was with her perfect man and he was with his perfect woman. "I love you, Fisher," she said before even realizing it. Once she had, she didn't want to take it back. She was sure now and had to tell him. It had been far too long since she was in love and there was no way she was going to let another second pass by without him knowing. His body trembled as he was overwhelmed with emotion. He felt his eyes growing wet like the gentle waves that were splashing against them. His heart was swollen and he had to clear his throat to speak. He wanted to make sure he spoke clearly to her. "I love you, Annabelle." He kissed her lips repeatedly, not stopping to speak, "I've loved you since the moment I saw you." She kept kissing him as her words came out, "I was worried you'd say it was too soon. But, I couldn't hold it in anymore." "Never too soon. There aren't rules when it comes to love." ***** "So this is the infamous Annabelle," Fisher's roommate said with a smile. The couple smiled at him. Her hand was locked with his and her other hand held his arm. "This would be her." Fisher's voice beamed with pride. "And you must be Garrett." She took her hand off of her boyfriend's arm and extended it to him. "I've heard a lot about you." They shared a firm handshake, and then she wrapped her palm back around his arm. Garrett chuckled, "I'm sure I've heard more about you." He winked. "Don't embarrass me, please," Fisher pleaded. "I'm just grabbing some clothes, and then we will be out of your hair." Fisher kissed her hand before letting it go. He went to his closet and she sat down on his twin bed, crossing her legs. Annabelle giggled, "Aw, come on." She turned her eyes to Garrett. "Has he been talking about me?" "He doesn't stop. Ever. I'm serious. It's like I've been living with a girl ever since he met you." "Oh really?" she cooed, flicking her eyes back to Fisher before returning them to his roommate. "What sort of things does he say?" "How great you are, how pretty you are. That you make him laugh and he loves how playful you are. He likes when you giggle. You are a fantastic cook, and I know that from personal experience." "Oh! He shared his left overs with you? I'm glad you liked them." Fisher's cheeks were bright red. He had finished stuffing a few articles of clothes into a bag and went over to take Annabelle's hand. He helped her off of the bed. "That's enough Garrett. Don't embarrass me anymore." "What's there to be embarrassed about?" she asked sweetly. "It sounds like you've been saying really nice things." "Well yes. There's nothing but nice things to say about you." ***** Annabelle nuzzled into his shoulder after spending an amazing day with him. Her body was tucked into his nook and her hand rubbed up and down his chest. Ever since the first night she offered to have sex with him, she had backed off, waiting until he was ready. But, she needed something and she needed it urgently. "Are you still awake?" she asked quietly. Her fingers ran along his abdomen, just above the waistband of his boxer briefs. "Yes, I've just been enjoying having you against me. Why?" She couldn't help but smile from his words. She pushed herself up onto one arm and looked down at him. "I want to tend to you. Can I?" Her voice had changed tones into a something sultry that he hadn't heard from her. "Tend to me? What do you mean?" Fisher reached up and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears. She nibbled her lip for a moment as her fingers drifted back up to his bare chest, and then circled his nipple. "You'll find out. Do you trust me?" "Very much." Annabelle leaned down and muttered against his lips, "Just relax. I'll take very good care of you." She kissed him gently before sitting up on her knees. He watched with rapt attention as she pulled her shirt over her head. The bedside lamps gave him the clarity to admire her full breasts and dark pink nipples. Her golden locks cascaded down past her shoulders. His cock began to give her the same attention as his eyes. He gasped upon seeing her naked torso in full view.