Episode 4
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Chapter 4
Camille barged into the apartment clearly excited about something. It jolted Summer out of sleep.
"What in the name of God Cami? You scared the s**t out of me!" Summer rose up to sit.
"Get up, we are going out," Camille said reaching their tiny wardrobe for a change of clothing.
"It's twelve-thirty in the morning Cami."
"An acquaintance from the club invited me to an A list birthday party and I don't want to go with him alone. Bottom line is you are my plus one"
"There's the word No you know. You could have just told him off" Summer shrugged.
"Except i actually want to go with him. Please Summer"
"Sorry, Cami. I'm not tagging along. You can't just wake me up in the middle of the night to dress up and follow you to go meet a guy you don't even know"
"I know it sounds crazy but I promise We'll be there for two hours and then come back home"
"But you just got off work Cami. Aren't you a bit exhausted?" Summer rubbed her eyes simultaneously and her best friend tsked.
"I am not tired. Please Summer, you know I have no other friend"
Summer gawked at Camille hoping to change her bestie's mind from going to a party that already sounds unpleasant to Summer's ears before even accepting the invite.
"Even if, I don't have anything to wear"
"I'm sure there's something of mine that'll fit perfectly"
Summer rolled her eyes at her for always finding the solution to every problem.
"I was sleeping Cami"
"Sorry," Camille said lazily, her face lit up when Summer sagged her shoulders in defeat.
"The only reason I'm obliged to going with you is because my job hunting days are over because if I had an interview today, I would One zero One percent blow you off"
"Thank you" Camille mouths.
Summer's eyes bugged out of their sockets when she saw the full reflection of what she looked like through the mirror.
"I look like a slut"
"You look hot." Camille beamed at the success of Summer's makeover.
The latter gave the former a silk emerald-colored body con gown that felt more like a second skin on her body. Summer had never thought she'd look so fancy and hot in one of Camille's fashion nova dresses.
Summer's hair was curled and unraveled to bounce richly in their ginger orange-colored glory.
They rushed into the town car that had been waiting for them, courtesy their host.
"To Nate and many more years of basking in success," Marty said thus making everyone raise a toast to Nate's birthday celebration.
"To the best manager, anyone could ask for" Nate downed his drink in one go.
Setting his champagne glass on the table, Nate caught a glimpse of a woman dressed in the best shade of green he had ever seen. He paid little attention to Camille and only concentrated more on the beauty that made his d**k twitch. The way she walked gave her shyness away. Marty stood up to welcome his guests.
"Meet my friend Summer. Summer meet Marty"
Marty extends his arm forward to shake Summer.
"Nice to meet you Summer" He grinned.
Nate looked at Marty expectantly waiting for him to be introduced but somehow it escaped Marty's mind to do the needful.
Camille went gaga upon scanning the room to see a few celebrities seated. Marty gestured his guests to sit next to him as he handed them a glass of champagne each. Summer declined.
"Sorry but I don't drink alcohol," she said shyly looking at her intertwined fingers tucked between her thighs.
"Can I see you for a moment?" Nate beckoned to Marty and he followed.
"This is me asking like a friend Marty. I want her" he took a quick glance at Summer and Marty followed his gaze.
"Who?"
"Ms. Green"
"Summer?" Marty laughed lightly and repeatedly in a silly way from surprise.
"Is that her name? I expected a Jennifer, Scarlett, Nicole, Ruby, Luna but Summer? Don't tell me her friend's Winter"
"No! You are unbelievable Nate" Marty rubbed his forehead "Thought you have Giselle for the night"
"f**k Giselle. Make it work Marty, I know you can."
"Sorry to burst your bubble Nate but forget how she looks I'm sure Camille influenced that. She doesn't even drink alcohol. She's not your type Nate plus I really like Camille which makes her friend off-limits for a guy like you"
Nate fakes hurt by placing his palm on his chest.
"Sorry birthday boy no can't do" Marty moonwalked away.
"That is Veronica Cooper seated next to Mathew Perkins. Oh my God and that guy Marty just finished talking to is Nate Archibald. Marty doesn't look bad himself if not, I would have tossed him away for Nate." Camille blabbered excitedly
"You are such a slut. I've totally become like you. You influence me in a bad way" Summer joked and Camille gave a chuckle.
Nate still standing where Marty left him sunk his gaze further into Summer's skin clearly eye f*****g the poor girl.
If anyone called him a perv right now he wouldn't argue because the only thing on his mind is to rip that tight dress off her body, curl a few strands of hair around his masculine finger, her n****e in his mouth while f*****g her tabletop style on the surface of his bed. Summer had turned him on just by looking at her. His boner was heartlessly poking his trousers and he groaned at the discomfort that emanated. He was going to have to make do with Giselle for tonight. One look at Summer made him change his mind.
To hell with off-limits, he was going to introduce himself to Summer and f**k her tonight. He walked boldly to where the girls are seated.
"Hi" he extended his arm forward and Camille took it first.
"I'm Nate"
"We know who you are" Camille was clearly freaking out inside and losing her mind from excitement. "I am a huge fan of your work"
"Is that so?" Nate arched a brow as he smiled.
"From your first movie let it rain to Goodbyes, A king without a crown, Devils have souls, Mama I'm home, into the parkland, invasion, Black and white, gone with the wind and the animation Festus. I am literally obsessed in a good way with your acting skills" Camille finally took a deep exhale after her fast-talking spree.
"I heard you are also part of the cast in BOX," she said lastly, with lack of composure.
"I am surprised you pay so much attention to my craft"
"Happens when you just can't get enough of someone like you. My name is Camille and this is my friend Summer"
When Summer's hazel eyes met with Nate's electric shade of amber eyes, it was her turn to take in the gorgeous man in front of her and drool. He was pretty tall and built. Camille was right, this man is a god. No wonder she's head over heels for him.
Summer curved a shy smile as she took Nate's palm in hers. The brief touch made her tummy tingle like butterflies. The smile on her face was replaced with a frown when she suddenly remembered where she'd seen Nate from. He was the one that splashed water on her a few days ago.
"You?!" She pointed an accusing finger at him and scoffed.
"Excuse me?" Nate asked bewildered at the sudden transition of Summer's sweet smile to anger.
"It must be difficult for you, exhausting your entire insulting vocabulary in one sentence. Ring a bell?"
It dawned on Nate who Summer was.
"You?" Nate couldn't believe his eyes. He studied her from the crown of her head to her feet. "You?!"
"You guys know each other?" Camille asked.
"He was the douche that drenched me the other day after the interview. The one we both cursed after I told you what he did." Summer explained, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible so as not to attract people's attention.
"I am so sorry Nate. If i had known she was talking about you I wouldn't have cursed you. I would never do that on purpose. " Camille begged.
"I hope you get f****d by a fish? Really?" Nate said expectantly.
Summer's cheeks flushed when she remembered the last thing she said on the day of their encounter.
"I apologize on her behalf. Summer is quite short-fused." Camille butted in.
"I am not" Summer exclaimed, her eyes bugging not as she turned her glare to Camille.
"Camille, can I see your friend for a minute?"
"Sure.." Camille excused them and went in search of Marty.
It gradually became visible to Nate that it was just the two of them in the room. He used the opportunity to get revenge for what Summer said and now did to him. He took bold steps to cover the distance between them until it remained a thin line.
He was taller and as such could perceive the vanilla smell that emitted from her hair. He clutched to her waist tightly with one arm and whispered.
"You are going to be a handful I suppose"
Summer loved his trapped embrace, the oud fragrance that escaped his body sent her senses to a mesmerizing trance making her unable to resist him.
"We'll deal with that later. Right now I want to do something bad to you and I'm afraid your opinion does not matter because you clearly owe me one after insulting me"
Summer's heartbeat intensified as Nate balanced his hands on the curve of her butt. Her chest rising up and down rapidly and thus making her full perky breast slightly graze his rock-solid chest. She took in a sharp breath when her crotch briefly connected with his erection.
Summer's never had a boyfriend and her s****l inexperience made her a stranger to this feeling in person. A feeling she wanted out and also indulge in. She was raised in a Christian home with parents who were strictly against premarital s*x. It's one of the reasons why even after their deaths, their mandate of upbringing shaped her into a cautious being.
Nate squeezed her ass gently and inhaled the Sweet Jasmine and Tuberose smell around her neck. She stood still clueless about what to do. She'd watched romantic movies and even forced by Camille to watch erotic genres but back then she felt indifferent about the intense scenes, right now she had a strong urge to touch Nate's chest and kiss him. Her first kiss. She smiled coyly as the thought crossed her mind. Nate noticed.
"Cat got your tongue?" He bent his head to meet her forehead. He could see her eyes in full high definition and she could see his. It was like nothing else mattered in the world except both of them. Nate, unable to hold himself back slightly pressed his lips on her heavy upper speech organ and at that moment, the steamy friction sent Summer's body ablaze. He held her face in one hand and buried the other in her hair. He suddenly broke away from the kiss and looked into her eyes with a sly smile on his face. Stroking her lower lip with his thumb, Nate growled inwardly and started to kiss her neck taking in the scent of her into his nostrils.
Summer could feel the wetness between her legs and the continuous tingle made her c******s engorged as he returned his lips to hers for another round of kiss. Feeling unsure of what to do, Summer kept her hands by her side and hoped she wouldn't combust from the intense pressure to let Nate play with her t**s, and fortunately for her, he did. He managed to release one of her t**s from the tight b*****e of the gown into his mouth. His brain wasn't doing the thinking, his libido was. Her perky t**s fit perfectly in his mouth as he sucked gently yet firm, further sending Summer to sensual oblivion.
Her drip traveled down her inner thighs in tiny streams. She rubbed her them together hoping it would ease the tension but the opposite happened. He slowly took her gown up and dipped his hand under.
"What if someone comes in?"
Nate knew it was true so he led her to a darker part of the room. A place no one would know they were unless they looked very closely. Nate returned his palm to her inner thighs and found them slippery.
"f**k" he growled into her ear and began to kiss her hard as his hands made way to her clit. She didn't object. She was enjoying it. The little moans that escaped his lips made Summer whimper in pleasure. Nate unzipped his trousers and placed Summer's palm on his c**k. It had an admirable length and she smiled on the inside.
"Summer?" Camille called out as she entered back into the room.
The duo hurriedly dressed up and took their seats like nothing happened.
"In here" Summer answered, rising to her feet to meet Camille.
"Cab's outside."
"Let me grab my purse" Summer retreated to her seat.
"Tell her you want to stay behind. We can go to my place and finish what we started."
Her cheeks turned red on the spot. She'd love that. She's ready to lose her virginity. She'd been ready to finally have s*x but there was no boyfriend and there was no boyfriend because she didn't like the guys that approached her.
She contemplated whether or not to go with Nate and bit her lower lip in the process.
"f**k don't do that" Nate whispered.
"Bye," She waved shyly and left him.
Nate called Giselle up to know where she was. She was closer to his place and not here. He needed to get the load off his c**k and the answer hit him. He unlocked his phone and started to watch p**n. He stroked himself hard until pre-c*m filled the tip of his length. Certain it couldn't get any worse, Summer rushed in to get her phone from where she'd sat in the first place. It was too late for him to cover up because the reflection from his phone gave his handwork away coupled with the fact that it was the first place Summer's eyes went.
Nate didn't stop after seeing her, he continued to stroke himself and Summer couldn't stop herself from watching him. She bit her lower lip as she witnessed him tremble, his seed shooting down his shaft like ice cream melting on a cone. He took the tissue on the table before him and dabbed himself dry before making his way into the restroom to properly wash up.
Summer found her phone and hurried out of the place. She was in trouble except she didn't realize it until they got home and she couldn't sleep. She tried to shut her eyes hoping it would go away but sleep didn't come. She gazed at the ceiling trying not to wake Camille as a result of her continuous tossing and turning. Nate had slid his phone number on a sheet of paper. She reached for it and tiptoed to the bathroom to call Nate.
She dialed his number after a tug of war with her contemplating subconscious self and prayed he picked before she changes her mind.
"I knew you'd call" His raspy voice filled her eardrum.
"I can't sleep. I am...." She fought back her next word.
"Aroused?" He asked and she heard rustling and thought it was probably from him rising up to sit properly on the bed.
Summer couldn't bring herself to agree with him. He said the truth but she just didn't want to make it easy for him or her to admit.
"How do you feel right now Summer, tell me everything?" His voice seemed relaxed which urged her to respond.
"Like a ticking bomb" a light blush adorned her cheeks.
Nate's eyes lit up with glee and lips curved up to a crooked grin from the comfort of his bedroom.
"So was I before you left me to take care of myself. Not to worry, I will help you o****m regardless" a dark chuckle emerged from his lips making goosebumps pop up on her skin. Her lips curved into a smile as she reminisced the scene where she'd caught him giving himself a h*****b.
"Are you still wet?"
"Affirmative" She whispered.
"Are you naked?"
"No"
"Get naked" His voice had a way of making her succumb without protest.
She slipped out of her satin robe and hung it on the doorknob before proceeding.
"Are you on the bed?"
"No.. I...am..in the bathroom" she stuttered.
"Before I forget, you have one of the most beautiful t**s Summer. Now imagine everything that happened earlier happens again. My lips around your n*****s and the feel of my c**k in your palm. Did you like the feel of that?"
"Yes," she replied, breathless as the vivid imagination took effect.
"Touch your breasts Summer, fondle them and grab on to each tightly. They're yours so do as you please."
Summer did as told.
"How do you feel?"
"Like I am on fire" She bit her lower lip as her hand continued to nibble her n*****s.
"I'm assuming you're using your hand to hold the phone right?"
She hummed in response.
"Use your shoulder to secure it to your ear. I need both hands." He took a quick pause and glanced at his c**k to find it erect.
"Oh Summer, you owe me a f*****g lot for this" He groaned.
"Tell me what to do next Nate. I want to explore every inch of my body" She confessed.
"Continue to touch your n*****s. I need you to place a finger on your clit and tease it."
A soft moan escaped her lips which made Nate's jaw clench.
"How do you feel Summer?"
"Wet"
His chuckle filled her ear again before he continued. "Are you a girl that likes to f**k and cuss out words or a silent receiver?"
Summer didn't know what to say. She'd never done it before.
He continued "Do you love the feeling of a big hard d**k sliding in and out of your dripping wet and throbbing p***y while you beg for mercy?"
"Oh my God!" Her voice whispered out unable to control herself.
"Stick your finger in Summer" he ordered.
"What?!"
"Stick a finger into your p***y and finger f**k it hard."
Summer tried to do it but she chickened out.
"I can't do it. I'm scared to do it" she whispered breathlessly.
"Why?"
"Because.." She stopped herself from making the confession.
"Say it Summer. I won't judge you if you've never finger f****d yourself before. I'll be happy to put you through it."
"I want to come over to your place" The words blurted out before she could stop them.
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