This will be my summer

Chapter 7 - two is better than one

After we woke up around eleven Ashley had told me everything about last night and the sexy guy she had met. And that she was definitely going to make our track record even tonight unless I made a move. We had just finished breakfast and were relaxing on the couch when Ashley shot up out of her seat, which made her blanket fall to the ground. “I have an idea”, she declared.

“Aha”, I said, somewhere between curious and frightened. If she kept having ideas at that rate, I wouldn’t survive the summer.

With a smirk she made her way to her kitchen. On the cabinet next to the fridge she had a whiteboard put up as a to-do list. Now she erased everything on there. Next, she wrote her name on the top left and mine on the top right and drew a line underneath and one between. Then she made one line under her name and two under mine.

“Oh, I see”, I commented from the couch.

“Well, if we stick to our bet I’ll certainly lose track sooner than later”, Ashley said with a shrug.

“If I sleep with so many guys that I don’t even remember all of them anymore, I might have bigger issues than our bet”, I said laughing. She just shrugged again. “Not all of us are a genius, you know.” Then she added with a smirk: “Some of us are just pretty and rich.”

The rest of the day we pretty much spent doing nothing until it was time to get ready for the night. Some of Ashley’s newer friends from her university came over to go out with us. There were three girls whose names I couldn’t remember and two guys. One of them was named Joe and he was gay. After they discovered our bet on the whiteboard, we made jokes about how we had all had to compete for the same guys. And that Joe had an advantage because he would stick out from the group.

We played some drinking games before we went out and I actually enjoyed spending time with them. They were a fun group of people to be with. There was always someone telling a joke and someone laughing. No one took themselves too seriously. I hadn’t really had a group of friends since high school and I hadn’t even realized how much I had missed that feeling of being part of something bigger than myself. It was good as hell.

We first went to a bar, but there wasn’t really much going on there, so we moved on to the next. There were a few more people there. Despite Ashley’s ‘I don’t pay for drinks’ rule we got ourselves drinks first. Ashley said it’s like baiting fish, you need to have a drink to signal them you want more.

There wasn’t really any space or music to dance, so we were pretty much just hanging around chatting. I came to talk to Joe quite a bit and he turned out to be really nice and extroverted, so gratefully I just let him carry the conversation while I looked around for a suitable target for tonight. I saw Ashley do the same.

After a while, when Ashley was already talking to a group of boys and I was starting to feel left behind, Joe said, “Nine o’clock at the bar.” I stared at him in confusion. “What?”

He laughed about me. “At the bar, there is a guy that has been staring at us for a while now but I guess I’m scaring him. Don’t look around to obvious.”

So I did an obviously unobvious turn to take a look at the bar. Indeed, there was a guy, probably younger than me. But he had to be 21 to be in here, or maybe he had a fake ID. He had brown curly hair that was about three inches long and cute brown eyes. He was a little smaller than me, but I was wearing my new high heels, so he was probably actually a bit taller than me. He wore long pants despite the heat outside and a shirt that let the contours of a muscular chest shine through. And he definitely noticed me looking at him. I had only just turned back to Joe when he told me the guy was approaching. Joe turned away to talk to one of the other girls the moment he got to me.

“You know, I wanted to say some awkward pick-up line, but then I thought, all I can tell you is that you are easily the prettiest girl in here”, he said while leaning in to me. For a moment I was skeptical, I wasn’t used to that kind of compliment. And I easily wasn’t the prettiest girl in here. I was pretty, but nowhere near pretty enough to stand out.

Then I told my mind to just shut up and use the opportunity. He would do for the night, whether he was a liar or not. “You’re not so bad yourself”, I replied with a smile.

He laughed a little. “Are you new here? I’ve never seen you here before.”

‘Oh, because you’ve seen all the girls here?’, I wanted to reply. But I didn’t. I again reminded myself that no matter how stupid those conversations were and how much I was not used to having one like that, they were simply a mean to an end.

“I moved here just for the summer. To party with no regrets”, I said while raising my eyebrows during the second sentence, hoping to get the implicit point that I wanted to get laid across.

“No regrets, huh? How has that been going so far?”, he asked with a grin. He definitely got what I wanted. And I was really not in the mood for chitchat anymore.

I dramatically sighed. “Oh, not that good. I just met a cute guy in a bar, but he wants to rather talk to me instead of taking me home with him.”

My openness visibly confused him for a second. Well, I’ve never really had a way with words. Always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

“Don’t you want to at least know my name first?”, he asked with a bit of confusion.

I just stared at him. He nervously went through his hair with his hand. “Okay, well, I’m Will.”

I looked him straight in the eyes. “Hi Will, nice to meet you. I’m Ava. Would you like to get laid now?”

He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head again. “Hm, I - , yes, I guess, I mean.” He shrugged and I smiled. Now we are getting somewhere.

Then he took my hand and led me to the house he lived in, which was only a few blocks away. It took us only about 10 minutes to get there. At first, I had been a bit nervous again to go home with a stranger. But Joe had seen me leave with him and Will kept trying to talk to me and tell me things about him while walking, which eased my mind. He told me that he was a student and about his major and his hobbies, but I didn’t ever bother to try and remember.

We finally got to a smaller house. He lived there with his brother and some other guys as he had told me on the walk, but we didn’t see any of them. We went straight to his bedroom, which was on the first floor. It was rather small and a bit messy with clothes laying around, but I couldn’t care less.

The moment he closed his bedroom door behind us I was on him and started kissing him. On the way here I could feel all this tension building up inside me and I finally needed to relieve that. He seemed a bit insecure but kissed me back. It wasn’t really what I needed, I just needed for someone to really f**k me. I wasn’t here to take things slow and enjoy sharing intimacy with someone, I was here to get laid. So I grabbed his hair and pulled him in tighter, got more demanding. Out of breath I tried to get his shirt off him. Slowly he started to pull up my top, but he wasn’t fast enough for me, so I took it off myself. Then I also took off my shorts so I was only wearing underwear anymore. With quick movements I opened his pants and pulled them down.

“Wow, slow down a bit”, he said out of breath.

I shook my head. “Nope”, I said and pushed him back on his bed. He fell over and I placed myself on his lap, my legs spread out around his waist. I kissed him again. Slowly I reached down and started to rub him through his underwear. After a moment I could feel him react and get hard. I jumped off his lap without stopping to kiss him. Trailing my kisses from his lips to his belly and further down, I kneeled before him and took his underwear off. Then I went down on him, putting his p***s in my mouth. He moaned in excitement. After moving back and forth for a bit, I leaned back and opened my bra myself. I also took my panties off while he moved back on the bed while rubbing himself. I really didn’t want to hold back any longer, so I just asked him for a condom and got it for him from his nightstand. After he had put it on there was no holding back. I kneeled above him, slowly letting myself sink down on him. I let out a sharp breath when he was finally in me. Damn, I needed that so much right now. No feelings, just s*x. I kissed him again, then I moved my hips forward in a rush, which made me moan. That was really good. He also breathed in very sharply. I kept moving in a slow pace, but with hard movements that really made me feel something. Soon enough I was getting faster and faster, this was exactly what I needed.

Then he grabbed my shoulders and turned us around, so now I was laying under him. “What the heck”, I mumbled before he pressed his lips on mine. Then he started to move again on me, in a really slow and soft way. “Harder”, I got out between two kisses. He barely picked up the pace. I said it again, but with no reaction. I let myself fall back a bit, disappointed. He buried his face in my shoulder and moaned. “Yes”, he kept saying.

‘No’, I wanted to reply. I could still feel the tension inside me build up, about to be relieved. But I already knew it wouldn’t be as satisfying as I had hoped. This whole slow and feely thing was really not what I wanted right now. I tried to motivate him to go harder again, but he was completely lost in himself. So I pretty much just relaxed and waited until it was over. And soon enough, I could feel him tense up and give it one last, harder push that almost made me moan. And when he came I came as well, but it wasn’t an all consuming great feeling, it was just a nice release of tension. More like a summer breeze, not a storm.

He rolled off me and told me how good that was. I faked it and told him the same. After a few more minutes he finally fell asleep. Thank goodness. I just wanted to get out of here. But before I could do that I had to get rid of all the alcohol I drank before and that wanted to come back out now. I really had to pee.

I left his room, only wearing underwear. I had to pee really badly. There were two other doors on the same floor. One seemed to lead to another bedroom so I steered clear of that and opened up the door to the bathroom. It was rather small and dirty, as you would a bathroom used by boys expect to be. As fast as I could I closed the door and made my way to the toilet. I let out a sigh of relief when I could finally sit down. The action of the past few days had left its mark, I was a bit sore down there.

After I flushed I went to wash my hands. Just when I was done the door to the bathroom opened and I froze in shock. I was only wearing underwear after all. For a second I thought Will had walked in on me, and I cursed myself for not locking the door. Then I realized this guy was a bit older and probably hadn’t shaved in a week or two.

“You must be Will’s brother”, I said while looking at him in the mirror over the sink, without turning around.

“You must be the girl he just banged”, he replied with a serious face. Maybe this night would turn out for the better after all. At least he could talk back to me, unlike Will. That was promising.

I tilted my head a bit to the right, pushed my butt and my boobs out and without breaking eye contact said: “I could also be the girl you’re banging.”

He laughed quietly. But in contrast to Will that had seemed nervous and intimidated by my bluntness, his brother seemed perfectly in control and a bit amused. Slowly he took a step closer to me. He let his eyes wander up and down my body and I could tell by the look on his face that he liked what he saw. I was still only wearing underwear after all.

After a moment he got his eyes stuck at my butt and my red lace panties. I bit my lip, excited for what he would do next. Slowly he laid a hand on my but and traced the line of my right butt cheek with his fingers. My skin burned hot everywhere he touched me. A shiver of excitement went down my spine. Even slower he pulled down my panties. Then he softly slapped my butt, which made me inhale sharply. He pulled back his hand and let it wander into his own pants, starting to rub himself. He looked back at me and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his brown eyes, staring at me burningly. He closed the gap between us and I could feel his hand go up and down in his pants on my butt. Without breaking eye contact, he reached past me and opened the shelf behind the mirror to take out a condom. He only took his eyes off me to put it on. Longingly I pressed my hips even closer to him. I could feel him being hard on my butt.

With a motion so swift I didn’t see it coming at all he pushed into me so hard, my hips banged against the sink in front of me. I made a sound somewhere between a yell and a sharp inhale. That was exactly what I needed. I grabbed the sink because I was afraid my weak knees would give in under me. Slowly he pulled back a bit, just to push forward again even more powerful. I moaned. Slowly he picked up the pace, not going any less hard on me. With a yell I reached behind me with my right hand and grabbed his hair to pull him closer. My left hand turned white, so hard did I have to grab the sink to keep standing while he was pushing even further and harder in me, if that was even possible. I could feel the tension inside me build up again, way more than before with his brother. My whole body was shaking from the force he used. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he reached in front of me and pushed my bra up to grab my boobs. Then I couldn’t hold it any longer. I came with a loud yell of excitement. That was the storm I had wanted. I could feel his grab on me tighten even more, then he also relaxed. Slowly we both caught our breath again.

Man, I hadn’t had s*x this good in a while.

After a few more deeps breaths, he let go of me and pulled himself out of me. I pulled my bra back down and my panties back up. He leaned back against the wall and watched me put on the rest of my clothes.

“Damn, that was good.” I had to say it out loud, I couldn’t help myself. He just gave me a smirk.

I left and walked back home. I was thankful the air had cooled down a bit from todays heat, as I now felt like all the heat was inside me. I was in a weird state between relaxed and relieved. But I would definitely have to take it easy for a few days, I was sore down there. When I got back Ashley wasn’t there, so I guess she also found someone to take her home. Thankful for the quietness of the empty apartment I took a shower and went to bed.

The next morning, when I was eating cereal on the couch, Ashley walked in. She gave me a smirk and walked up to the whiteboard to draw another line under her name. “We’re even now.”

Without saying a word, I got up and drew two more lines under my name. She gasped. “No way! There is no way you got two guys in one night!”

I laughed out loud, then proceeded to tell her about my night. At first she was completely in shock I would do that, but Joe had seen me leave with Will and Ashley knew I would never lie to her. She shook her head in disbelief, but still told me about her night, which was pretty boring compared to mine. She went home with a guy, the s*x was nice. She only blushed when she told me she had to think of Logan during s*x. I laughed out loud.