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She tensed beneath me and cried out my name. I swallowed her cries and stuck my finger inside her as she climaxed, her pussy walls pulsing around me. God damn I couldn’t wait to get inside her.

I let her ride out her orgasm on my finger until she relaxed beneath me. “Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath.

I pulled my hand out from her panties and licked my finger. “Damn, woman, you taste good.”

She blushed and reached for the button on my shorts. “Your turn.”

I took her hands and shook my head. “As hard as I am for you and as much as I want you to get me off too, tonight was about you, Kara. Everything – from this picnic until just now – it’s all been for you.”

“Are you sure?”

I took her hands and brought them to my mouth, kissing each one softly. “Yes, I’m more than sure. Soon I will have you totally naked and I will be buried deep inside that sweet pussy, but not tonight.”

She closed her eyes and sighed and I couldn’t help but kiss her nose. “You’re so sexy when you come.”

She giggled nervously and I wanted to ask her about her previous partners. Were they adventurous with her? Did they compliment her? Most importantly, did they satisfy her? It didn’t matter because I was going to make sure she was totally and completely satisfied.

We snuggled back together, watching the stars quietly when she lifted her head to look at me, resting her chin on my chest. “Does this mean you’re my boyfriend?”

“Damn straight! And you’re my girlfriend.”

She smiled and put her head back down. She gave me a light squeeze with the arm that was around my waist and I kissed the top of her head.

The last thing I was looking for that summer was a girlfriend but I couldn’t be happier that I found one.

7

Kara

“Skinny Dippin’”

JT and I were pretty inseparable after that night. He came into the diner every day for lunch, sometimes alone, and sometimes with his dad. A few nights he would even pick me up from there when I was done and we would go to his house to hang out, go hang with some friends, or come back to my grandparents’ cottage to go swimming.

I had fallen hard and fast for him but we still didn’t talk about what would happen when I went back to Madison. Every time someone even mentioned it, we both changed the subject.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go back. While I missed having a Target five minutes away and my morning Starbucks, I had gotten used to small town living and a slower way of life.

We were making out in the front seat of his truck again one night when I banged my elbow into the door. It hurt like a mother fucker and we stopped kissing so he could rub it.

“Fuck I wish one of us had our own place,” he mumbled before leaning down to kiss me.

“I know.” I had hardly any privacy at my grandparents’ even though they left us alone for the most part. JT’s dad was cool when we hung out there, but he was always around. He literally went to work, came home, and did nothing. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. We tried to get him to come to my grandparents a couple of times for a cookout, but he always declined. I found myself really disliking JT’s mom for what she did to both of them.

We were both so ready to sleep together, but lack of privacy had put any of those plans on hold. That’s why I was excited to tell him my news tonight.

“I do have a surprise for you.”

“What’s that?” He tried to peek down my shirt. “A new bra?”

I giggled and shook my head. “Even better. My grandparents are going out of town for the night Friday night.”

“What?” He paused as if he didn’t believe what he had just heard.

“Grandma and Grandpa are going out of town Friday night. They have to head to Appleton for a doctor’s appointment for Grandpa’s knee, so they are visiting some friends and spending the night. They’ll be back Saturday morning some time.”

“Holy shit,” he ran his hands through is messy sandy-blond hair and put his baseball cap back on. “That means that you’ll be home alone?”

I grinned and nodded. “Yes.”

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