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  Pete gave a quick nod out to the water, “Sounds good to me. Looks like they’re coming in, you ready to race?”

  “You’re on.”

  For the next four weeks Rich’s days were filled with hanging out with his brother, and sometimes Angie when she wasn’t with Tracy or reading on the porch. The girls had taken up the weekly shopping visits, always in good spirits when they returned. His nights were spent with his girl, discovering every inch of her body and trying to get into her complicated mind. He couldn’t see the future, but he was pretty sure life simply couldn’t get any better than this. After Pete had gotten some of his resentment off his chest they’d gotten along better than Rich could have ever imaged. They still didn’t have a ton of stuff in common but they both enjoyed going on hikes, riding the hell out of their jet skis, and fishing at least a couple times a week.

  He’d watched Angie relax more and more each day and she assured him every night that she actually liked his brother’s girl. She didn’t go too much into it, but she explained that she never really had girlfriends and it was sort of nice for a change. Turns out they both liked some of the same television shows and had several marathon TV sessions while he and the others were out enjoying the summer.

  The Sunday before they had to head back to school he woke up alone, curious as to where Angie was. She almost always slept later than him. After dressing quickly and heading downstairs, he made his way into the kitchen. What he found caused his dick to harden instantly and he let out a gasp of surprise.

  Angie was in an apron and nothing else, icing a huge chocolate cake. She jumped when she heard the sound, turning quickly. “No! You’re not supposed to be up yet.”

  She had chocolate on her face, and her angry expression just about did him in. It was at that moment that he realized he was in love with her. Holy shit, he was in love with Angie.

  She pointed the knife at him, “I told Pete I should have drugged your ass. Go in the front room, you didn’t see any of this, got it?”

  “Where are your clothes?” He whispered, still shocked.

  She waved the knife, “I’ll explain later. Don’t worry, everybody is gone. Go!”

  Stumbling into the front room he flopped on the couch, wondering when he’d become such a pushover. Placing his head in his hands, he let out a low groan. His cock was still stiff, but he couldn’t even concentrate on that. His mind was still reeling as he attempted to comprehend what his feelings meant. This time with her had been better than he’d ever imagined but neither of them had broached the topic of what would happen once they left this place. He’d thought about it hundreds of times, but the fact was he frightened about what she’d say, especially after their conversation on the way here.

  Realizing he was starting to hyperventilate he focused on a crack in the floor, trying to remain calm. Was Pete right? Had their parents fucked him up to the point where he couldn’t have a normal relationship? Sure, he’d talked to his mom several times since they’d been here, making sure she knew they were all having a good time, being safe. He’d even talked to his dad, who like his mom seemed much more light-hearted than he remembered. What he didn’t understand was why it took almost twenty years of marriage for them to get to this happy place. Was he dooming Angie to the same fate if he told her how much he cared for her? He knew that loving her shouldn’t be a surprise. He knew he’d started to have a crush on her, lusted after her, but he’d always figured love would be something that grew with time, a lot more time than the weeks they’d had here together.

  He jumped when he felt a hand on his back, twisting around to see Angie watching him. Her face was clean and her eyes searched his face as she frowned.

  “Are you okay babe?” She murmured as she walked around him and sat close to his side.

  It was the first time she’d used the term, and his heart constricted hearing it come from her mouth. “Yeah, I’m good. Want to tell me what’s happening?”

  She gave him a small smile before leaning into him, “I wanted to thank you.”

  “What do you have to thank me for?”

  Her mouth dropped open, “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah, what did I do?”

  “Well, to start with, you invited me to come with you.” She pushed him back on the couch, “Then, you showed me things I only thought existed in the silly books I read.” Slipping onto his lap, she reached behind her and untied the apron, letting it drop. “I have friends. I have a hot guy in my bed every night. Rich, I have more than I’ve ever had before.”

  He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes drifting to her breasts, right in his face. “I’m the lucky one. You know that right? I should be thanking you.”

  She laughed softly, “You can thank me later. It’s my turn.” Kissing his jaw, then working her way up to his ear she whispered, “You’re so sweet to me. Now I’m going to be sweet for you.”

  She reached over him, pressing her tits right into his face before leaning back with a shy smile. Producing the container of frosting that she must have placed on the table behind him, she dipped her finger inside, scooping up a large glob and rubbing the creamy confection onto first her right nipple, then her left. Sucking the remaining chocolate off her finger while staring into his eyes she lifted up, bringing her breasts to his mouth. “Lick me.” She ordered, gripping his shoulders.

  His eyes snapped up to her face at her commanding tone. She didn’t have to tell him twice. This he knew how to do. Pushing his panic aside he lapped at her until she was clean, pressing his cock against her through his jeans, delighted with her little gasps as the rough material rasped against her sensitive skin.

  She slid off his lap, working his button and zipper with practiced skill, motioning for him to lift up so she could pull them off. Reaching into her apron she pulled out a small foil package and ripped it open carefully. He raised his brows, wondering what she was doing as she squeezed the contents on her chest, rubbing it in between her breasts as she looked up at him, “You’re going to be right here,” emptying the remaining liquid into her palm and grasping him, she stroked him forcefully, “right between my tits.”

  He felt warmth spread up to the tip of his cock and gasped as he realized it was the lube that was causing the extra heat, “What is that?”

  “It’s some stuff Tracy and I found last time we went shopping. Is your dick getting hot?” She smiled up at him, expectant.

  “Where the hell did you go shopping?” He gasped as she took her other hand and ran her palm over the head of his shaft as she stroked the base.

  “We were killing time and decided to go to a sex shop, there was some pretty crazy stuff in there. This stuff is banana flavored.” She dipped her head, licking his tip, “They had nipple clamps. I was tempted, but they looked pretty scary.”

  His cock pulsed in her hands, his brain filling with images of her tied to his bed at his mercy, “Fuck, we’ll have to get some of those.” Despite having spent countless nights exploring each other there was still so much they’d never touched on.

  She released his straining length, leaning forward and pressing her breasts together around his shaft. Raising and lowering herself slowly, she gazed up at his face, “I’ve never done this before.”

  “That feels and looks amazing.” He moaned, lifting his hips and thrusting against her.

  Pushing her breasts together tighter, she began working him expertly, now watching as his dick peeked out at the top as it slid between the firm globes. As she slid down again, she flicked her tongue over the tip, pausing to wet him further before quickening her movements. She seemed to figure out a rhythm, taking him into her mouth and releasing him with every movement.

  Time slowed, his mind focused only on the next second, knowing the warmth that surrounded him would get hotter every time she slid down and enveloped as much as she could in her mouth. Nothing else existed as he anticipated each movement.

  Releasing him from her breasts, she gripped his base and wrapped her lips aroun
d him, taking him deeper than she ever had before. He could hear her breathing through her nose steadily as she worked him with her mouth with quick movements. Each time she surged down he went further into her throat, and he held his breath as he waited to see how far she planned to go. Not daring to move, he threw his head back and reveled in the sensation of the wet heat surrounding him.

  She released him with a loud pop, “Stand up.”

  As he followed her order he wondered what she had in mind now, “What do you want baby?”

  That look of determination was on her face again as ran her hands up his thighs, “Fuck my mouth.”

  He almost lost it as he heard the words leave her lips, gritting his teeth and clenching every muscle in his body as he took a long moment to gain control. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded, looking up at him from her position on the floor, “Don’t be gentle about it either. I want you to come.”

  The breath left his lungs and he stepped forward, threading his fingers in her hair. His eyes never leaving hers he slipped inside of her waiting mouth, letting her moisten him with her tongue. “You can stop at any time.” As much as he wanted, needed, this he didn’t want to ever do anything to hurt her.

  She let out a moan around him, the vibrations causing his fingers to tighten in her hair. He started slowly, gliding further each time he thrust his hips forward. Tugging gently at her scalp he slipped to the back of her mouth, his cock entering her throat. He held her there, absorbing the sensation, gauging her reaction. When she didn’t pull away he pulled back, surging forward again with more force this time. He felt her throat working as she fought the automatic gag reflex. Her hands gripped the backs of his thighs, pulling him forward, letting him know she was okay.

  Letting go, he fucked her face, holding her head in place as he pumped into her mouth with abandon, gasping as his balls tightened and the skin of his dick tightened further. He never wanted it to end, but there was no controlling the release that began with a shudder throughout his entire body. “Gonna come, can’t stop.”

  Moaning again, she dug her nails into the sensitive skin of his thighs, pressing her tongue to the underside of his cock as he unloaded, the sensation causing him to let out a string of incoherent curses and groans as he emptied himself onto her tongue. He could feel her mouth working around him as she swallowed, causing another wave of pleasure.

  As he withdrew, she wiped her mouth, gasping for breath. She shot him a shy smile and he leaned over, kissing her deeply. She breathed into his mouth, smiling against his lips. Falling back onto the couch he closed his eyes, “There are no words.” He mumbled, still recovering. “Bring that pussy up here baby, ride my face.”

  “Nope, I didn’t get up at seven in the morning to bake you a cake for nothing.” She stood, grabbing the apron. “This was all about you this time. I’m going to go wash this stuff off.” She motioned to her chest, “I want a huge piece of that cake ready for me when I return.”

  He laughed as she hurried out of the room. He was definitely in love with that girl.

  Chapter Nine

  After cleaning up at the sink he dressed and cut two massive slices of cake, plating them and placing them on the table before pouring two cups of coffee. The panic from his realization of his feelings for her had faded and now all he could think about was how he was going to tell her. He knew they were young and they’d yet to discuss in any detail what her issue with commitment was all about, but there was no way he could let this trip end without expressing how much she meant to him.

  He watched her as she entered the kitchen, wearing a peach colored sundress, her hair pulled up on the top of her head. “So where did everyone go?”

  “Who knows? I just told them to give us a little time this morning. They’ll probably be back soon.” She flopped down in her chair, grabbing her fork and digging in.

  Other than her little sighs and moans of pleasure they ate in silence. He couldn’t’ help but picture what it would be like to be with her like this, always.

  “This is one of the few good parts about being a grown-up.” She pointed her fork at the cake. “We can eat whatever we want for breakfast.” She shot him a smile before taking another bite.

  He nodded his agreement, finishing his coffee. His body tensed as the words formed on his tongue and he reached out and brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek, knowing the feel of her would calm him. “We’ve had a lot of fun here right? You’re glad you came?”

  “Hell yeah, this has been amazing. I’d thank you again, but I think I showed how grateful I was a little while ago.” She blushed, “I really liked that by the way.”

  Keeping his raging hormones in check he stared at her, “I want this to continue when we go back.”

  Her eyes flew to his face, her tongue snaking out to lick some chocolate off her lip, “Like fuck-buddies?”

  He frowned, “No, not like that. I don’t want to be friends with benefits. I want us to be like we are now, together.”

  She set her fork down on the table, grabbing her plate and then his, “Are you done?” She hurried to the sink, rinsing the dishes.

  “Angie, don’t shut down on me now. What do you think about what I just said?” He could feel the tension in the air, it was almost suffocating.

  “I don’t know what to say Rich. This has been fun, playing house. But that’s what it’s been you know? We’re just playing around.”

  He stood, making his way over to her and turning off the water. “It’s more than that and you know it.”

  She turned, “I can’t do this right now.”

  Anger flared inside of him and he grabbed her arm to prevent her from running away, “You don’t want to talk about this because it’s too real right? This isn’t just some sex game anymore. It’s intimate.” There was nothing but truth in his words, he knew and she knew it, even if she was too stubborn to admit it.

  “I don’t do well with intimacy.” Her tone was clipped and she pulled her arm from his grasp.

  “What we’ve done? Waking up together, hanging out doing nothing together? That’s intimate and you’ve done just fine. Was it because you knew it was going to end? Just talk to me. I’ll listen to anything you have to say.”

  “Look, I don’t know what love is, I don’t know how to be more than someone’s summer fling. I’m not going to take the risk of ruining what we have by fucking it up with my messed-up emotional baggage.”

  This was it, he had to tell her. “Angie, I care about you more than I’ve ever cared about anyone before. I’m ready for this.”

  She opened her mouth to reply, jumping when the front door slammed open.

  Charlie rounded the corner obviously panicked, Trevor on his heels. “It’s Tracy.”

  “What’s wrong with her?” Rich didn’t have time for this right now. Whatever drama was going on would have to wait.

  “We were up by the bridge and she jumped into the water, but when she came back up something was wrong, she couldn’t keep afloat and she went under. She’s not fucking breathing!”

  “She’s not fucking breathing!” Trevor repeated. He was out of breath and white as a sheet.

  “Where is she?” Angie hissed, already heading towards the front door.

  “Pete’s got her, we ran ahead to get the car.” Charlie grabbed the keys off the hook, “We can make it to the hospital quicker than the time it would take to call an ambulance right?”

  “Charlie, call 911 right now.” Angie’s tone was calm, “Which way are they coming from?”

  He pulled out his phone, his hands shaking. “They’re coming from the west.”

  Angie took off and Rich followed quickly behind. Within minutes they spotted Pete, Tracy draped over his arms completely limp. The look on his brother’s face sent a chill down his spine and his gut tightened with fear.

  “How long has she been like this Pete, how many minutes?” Angie motioned to the ground, “Put her down, do it now.”

  “Maybe four
or five minutes I don’t know, I ran as fast as I could. I think her leg is broken. When I jumped in she was already unconscious.” Pete’s voice shook as he lay Tracy down on the grass, “What are you doing?”

  Angie dropped to her knees at Tracy’s side, lifting the girl’s head before angling her chin up, “I know CPR.” She placed her mouth against the blue lips, forcing air into Tracy’s lungs. After a long minute she began chest compressions, counting softly to herself before lowering herself over Tracy’s limp body once more.

  Pete’s whole body was shaking with panic, “Did someone call 911?”

  “Yeah, Charlie’s on it. I’m sure they’re on their way.” Rich tried to reassure his brother, placing his hand on Pete’s shoulder. “Angie obviously knows what she’s doing. Try to calm down man.”

  “I can’t! I can’t Rich. Oh my god. We should have checked the water level before we considered jumping off that fucking bridge.”

  “That doesn’t matter now, look at me.” Rich gripped Pete’s other shoulder, turning to him, “She’ll be okay, and if not we’ll deal with it. We’ll do it together, okay?”

  Pete’s frantic blue gaze met his, “Was this how it was with me? Did I look like that when you found me?”

  “It was the scariest day of my life brother. You were fine, and she’ll be fine.” Rich kept his voice calm, watching out of the corner of his eye as Angie continued administering CPR. He felt completely helpless.

  Angie was sweating, focused on the task at hand, counting as she pumped Tracy’s chest with more force. She met his gaze, her eyes expressing her worry, “I’ll keep going until they get here.”

  Minutes seemed like hours as Angie continued to force air into Tracy’s lungs. Pete slipped to the ground, crawling over to her limp form and taking her hand. “You’re stronger than this. You need to breath.”

  Tracy’s body jerked, and she coughed, water spilling from her lips. Angie was on it, rolling the girl’s form so she could empty the water from her mouth.