Stories | 2016

He said we had to wait till it was one of those hot summer nights, the ones where you can wear just a t-shirt till three in the morning, and that day he told me it finally was. He’d wait till after dinner, until it was dark and quiet, and he’d take me out for a walk to a secret place where he’d push my skirt up and fuck me in the ass.

I booked us into a beachfront bed and breakfast for Memorial Day weekend. The mornings were fucking followed by brunch. The evenings were fucking followed by a snuggle until sleep. At night, his arm stretched and folded. The hand tucked between his head and the pillow. The elbow pointed up. I sunk into the hollow. My fingers brushed his torso, the hairy chest, the paunch he needs weeks in the gym to remedy, the forest of his pubis. The penis was half hard and wet with sperm and pussy. My lips pecked the underarm, which also bore his scent.