That Summer - Alice's Story

His rough tongue circled my tight nipple and I dug my fingertips into his scalp, holding him to me and never wanting his wonderful attentions to end. His hand moved down my side again, cupping and squeezing my ass and I moved against him, trying to offer him more of my body. As I moved, his hand moved with me, slipping between my thighs and coming so close to my wet center that I arched in pleasure, driving my breast against his mouth.

Instead of drawing back though, he clung to me, his tongue lapping at me with such ardor that I almost laughed out loud. He was so attentive to my one little body part at that moment that I wondered if he'd give the same undivided attention to all of me.

He pulled back suddenly and pressed me flat into the mattress. Swiftly his mouth was on mine again, kissing and suckling at my tongue with a hunger that I hadn't felt in years. I relented, opening beneath him and lifting my body until we were pressed together from chest to thigh. His cock twitched between us, pressing against my lower abdomen and he suddenly stopped kissing me, pulling back and looking down.

He didn't move for a long minute, just breathed deeply, staring down at where his cock brushed against my dark curls. I squirmed, unsure of what he was thinking.

"Erik?" I whispered, breaking the silence when I couldn't take it any more.

"Alice," he breathed and met my gaze. Then he grinned and I felt my stomach flutter, more heat soaring through my body as he lifted a hand and settled it between my legs.

Groaning loudly when he slipped between my wet pussy lips, I arched against him, pressing my head back against the pillow. He stroked me slowly at first, easing into a faster speed and I clutched him to me, gasping and moaning alternately. After a moment I realized I was scratching his shoulders but since he wasn't protesting, I figured it wasn't bothering him. He was so close, so close to obliterating all my other senses and I didn't know how much more of this I could handle.

"A little higher," I hissed out when I felt him fleetingly brush against my clit again. He obliged, slipping from my hole to the space above it. When his fingertips made contact there I squeezed his shoulder tightly and bit my lip, tasting blood a second later. I moaned his name then I think as he circled my clit with his slender fingers. He circled and stroked, moving faster and faster until my body clenched, tightening in exquisite pleasure. He continued to stroke me through my orgasm, slowing down and I eventually opened my eyes to see him grinning down at me.

"Erik," I whispered. "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure," he replied softly following a laugh.

I laughed with him and touched his face. "Mine too." I pulled him down to me, kissing him and thrusting my tongue inside his mouth with ardor, showing him that I was still wanting more.

I told him to roll over and when he didn't move, I smiled, pushing gently on his shoulders until he moved. As he rolled onto his back, I went with him, throwing a leg across him and sitting up above him. I leaned close, my taut nipples just grazing the soft hair on his chest.

"I want to repay the favor, Erik," I murmured as he placed his hands over my breasts, squeezing them gently and stroking my nipples. While he did that, I shifted my position until I felt his erection slip between my soaking lips. He stiffened under me and I smiled, reaching out to stroke his cheek. Then I moved my hand between us, encircling his stiff cock with my fingers.

I lifted myself slightly, still stroking the hard length of him and his hands slipped from my chest as I moved.

"Oh god, Alice," he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut.

I grinned and slipped his cock up and inside of me, sinking down around him with a contented sigh. He was gloriously hot and filled me just as I'd need to be filled. I looked down at his face as another bolt of lightning lit up the tiny room. My heart was hammering against my ribcage and I could feel his pulse pounding from deep within me. I moved with another sigh, lifting and lowering myself ever so slightly.

I forgot the years that had passed since I'd had a man inside of me. I forgot about the pain I'd felt when Todd had died. And I forgot about everything else except Erik beneath me, stroking me, lifting me with his strong hands.

"Oh yes," I moaned, my head falling back as I felt him grasp my hips. I felt him rising to meet me with hard, rhythmic thrusts. He was learning quickly and I could feel my breath coming faster, another orgasm stampeding towards the surface. "That's it, Erik," I murmured, encouraging him. "Keep doing that."

I don't recall if I spoke again after that. I felt him rising and falling beneath me and I reached out for him, scraping my nails across his hardened nipples. He made some sound at that and I grinned, opening my eyes to see him looking up at me. The thunder boomed outside the house and the rain battered the siding and I saw every bit of the storm reflected in his dark eyes.

I moved faster over him, unaware that my hands were moving until I felt my fingers slip between my damp curls to touch my clit. A moment later his hand joined mine and I arched over him, my head falling back. As I twisted over him, I reached back, cupping his balls and massaging them gently. I wanted to feel him explode against me, within me.

He moaned and grasped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh almost painfully but I didn't care. When the storm was over, outside and between us, I wanted some evidence of what we'd done. I leaned further back, feeling him thrusting up and into me over and over again. It was amazing, he was amazing. He was strong and hard and he was pounding into me as the rain pounded against the window.

I bounced away atop him, my orgasm fast approaching. I felt every heated inch of him filling me and I held onto his legs as we moved. He clutched my waist, holding me down and pushing into me with a force I hadn't known he possessed. I loved it and I never wanted him to stop stroking my insides with his cock. Then I came, crying out loudly and clenching my fingers on his legs.

A moment later I felt him tense beneath me and his thrusting reached a breaking point. With a loud moan, he came, his cock emptying within me. I drew myself upright and moved in time with his last thrusts, finally settling against his chest with a sigh. He was breathing extremely fast and I worried for a moment that he'd overextended himself.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"I'm better than all right," he replied quickly, tipping his face and looking down at me.

Laughing, I shifted and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"That was amazing," he breathed a moment later, closing his arms around me and squeezing gently.

I smiled and hugged him back. "I'm glad you liked it," I replied, privately hoping he'd allow me to do that again and again.

"What's not to like?"

I laughed at that and nestled closer to him.

A minute passed in contented silence and then he spoke again, his voice hesitant and shy once again. I looked up at him as he struggled to ask me the questions. Though he never actually completed a whole sentence before his shyness overcame him, I knew exactly what he wanted to know.

"I did, Erik," I assured him. I did come, twice. "And I was-" pleased and impressed, "-and you were too," very good, Erik and extremely satisfying.

We didn't speak again. I settled against him, well aware that his cock was still inside of me. I was in no hurry to move and feel him slip away from me and so we fell asleep that way; me against his chest and him still deep inside of me. I knew we'd part as sleep overcame us but I didn't care.

The storm had passed and I felt euphoric. I fell asleep feeling a deep and abiding affection bloom for the young man under me.

***

In the morning I was woken by Erik's hands on my body. Even though I'd spent part of the night lying awake wondering if I'd done the wrong thing with this younger man, I couldn't help but react to his touch. I rolled towards him and we made love again, well into the morning.

When I realized how much time had passed that first morning, I got up, gathered my clothes and informed him that we needed to get on with work on the farm. As I looked down on his body, relaxed against the bed covers as he was, a satisfied smirk on his handsome face, I very nearly jumped back on top of him. But the farm wouldn't fix itself up and I knew that if I got back into bed with him that moment, I would never have got out again.

In spite of my misgivings, I wanted more of Erik. Not just because he was young and virile, but because he was sweet and genuine and I knew he cared about me a great deal. That in turn led me to feel guilty because I was the adult in this situation and I had used him the night before. However much he might have enjoyed it, I should never have put him in that position.

I blushed as I hurried to my own bedroom and every time I recalled a moment or touch from the previous night's adventure, I laughed out loud. I felt giddy, like a young woman again. Erik had restored me as a woman. In just one night, I got back what I didn't even know I'd been missing and it was so much more than just physical urges.

The more I thought about it that first day, the more I wanted. I wanted more than just one stormy night with him. I wanted many nights and many mornings filled with Erik...well, filling me up. As the afternoon wore on while I worked on the books in the kitchen, I couldn't sit still. My mind was racing and my heart was pattering faster and faster in anticipation of his entry into the house after working outside all day.

I think it was sometime around five o'clock when I decided I couldn't take anymore. I jumped from the chair I was sitting in and raced out of the house. I frantically tried to recall where I'd sent him to work that day and spotted his head on the horizon, along one of the fence lines. So I walked straight for him, not stopping until his arms were around me and his mouth was on mine.

We made love again there in the grass that afternoon and it was a miracle that we even made it back to the house. It certainly set the tone for the remainder of the summer though. I would go to him in his tiny little room and he would come between my legs, always hard and eager for me. He was intent on learning more from me each time. He asked what more he could do to please me and so I would tell him or show him.

And some nights I simply wanted to please him. Those were the nights his fingers would end up tangled in my hair while I sucked his hard cock into my mouth and stroked him until he'd come. I truly enjoyed bringing him to such a climax every time. Todd had rarely allowed me to suck on him, claiming that it felt strange and he didn't think it was proper, in spite of the fact that he took great pleasure in tasting and licking me.

As I lay one night with my head in Erik's lap, I couldn't help but smile at the memory. I wondered if Todd would think any of this summer was 'proper.'

Of course I understood that it wasn't going to last beyond August. Erik was young, in college and had his whole life ahead of him. He certainly wouldn't want to end up stuck with a lonely widow woman, working a dying ranch and wondering where the next meal would come from.

That point was driven home especially sharply when Erik's father called on a Wednesday near the end of the summer to confirm plans to pick him up. I eavesdropped shamelessly from the other room as Erik agreed to see his father that next Saturday. My heart dropped as he hung up the phone and turned to face me.

"That was my dad," he said quietly, hanging his head and shoving his hands into his pockets. "He's coming to get me on Saturday."

My heart twisted within my chest as I took in his stance and tone. It hurt me more than I thought it would to know that he would be leaving me, probably forever in only a few days. "Well," I spoke, responding at last to his words and striving to sound nonchalant. "That is the end of summer."

Obviously my attempt to sound casual didn't work. He scowled and asked if I cared.

Did I care? More than he could ever know.

He hadn't just been a lover those past several weeks. He'd been a friend and companion and he'd helped me rediscover the pleasure I'd been missing without even realizing I'd been missing anything. I was going to be desperately lonely without him when he left and I didn't quite know how to deal with it. So instead, I crossed the kitchen floor and took his face between my hands, memorizing the feel of his rough whiskers and the touch of his breath on my skin.

"Of course I care," I whispered, feeling my chest constrict just a little bit more. He was just so young. He had so much life left to live, so much to discover. So much that he would never get at the Square One or with me. "But let's not make this any harder than it needs to be."

Then I leaned against him, feeling him harden against me and I smiled. At least we had three days. Three whole days of this...I pushed against him again and laughed when he said there was work to be done. With another laugh, I brushed it off and tilted my head back, inviting him to kiss me, which he did. Then I sank against him as he closed his arms around me and lifted me into the air.

It wasn't until we were lying in his bed, with his face buried between my legs that I realized something else; he'd become an astounding oral sex aficionado. Then I couldn't think straight anymore as I felt his lips clamp onto my clit and suck with renewed vigor. Before I knew what was happening, my hands were tunneling through his shaggy hair and I was crying out loud, my orgasm rocketing through my body.

Then he was leaning over me, kissing my throat and stroking the head of his cock up and down my aching pussy lips.

God! When did he become such an expert tease?

"Erik," I moaned his name, biting down on my lip as he eased the head of his cock inside me briefly before pulling away again. "Please Erik," I begged, very near to losing it entirely. "I want to feel you inside me."

So he sank into me, so slow, so sweetly and I about died from the pleasure.

"Mmm, Alice," he murmured against my skin, inhaling deeply and I clung to him as he lifted his hips, thrusting against me.

I responded, pressing up into him, clutching his body against mine. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, determined to keep him close to me; he wasn't going to pull out to tease me anymore. He kept the pace slow and I was dying with each heated stroke of his cock inside me. At last I was gripped by another orgasm and cried out, digging my fingers into his shoulders.

As I floated down a minute later, I felt his pace quicken. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed erotically in the small room and I moaned, meeting each of his pounding thrusts with my body, still trembling from my climax.

"Come for me Erik!" I cried, rubbing against him and opening my lips under his, taking his tongue inside my mouth. "I want you to come!" I was barely aware of what I was saying. All I knew was that I felt him tense above me a second later and he groaned loudly, pumping harshly into me several more times before collapsing over me.

I turned my face to plant a kiss to his temple, gently brushing his hair away from the skin. He smiled against my shoulder and relaxed, slipping towards sleep. So I went with him, grateful that we at least had three more days together.

***

While it had seemed like a long time on Wednesday, by the time Saturday rolled around, we were both nearly frantic for each other. I'm not certain how much work actually was accomplished on that Thursday and Friday but I knew it couldn't have been a whole lot and I was glad we'd worked so hard earlier in the summer.

The morning that his father was to show up, I woke to feel Erik rubbing his erection against the crack of my ass. I groaned, pressing back against him, feeling moisture pool between my legs almost instantly. Hearing me wake and feeling my body respond, Erik slipped a hand between my thighs to cup my heated pussy.

"God, you get wet for me so easily, Alice," he muttered and pressed his hand against my hip, rolling me onto my back.

I only answered with a smile, fearing that if I spoke, that morning of all mornings, I might just break down and cry. So I parted my legs for him and he placed himself between them, just as he had so many times before. I sighed as he entered me swiftly and helped as he lifted my legs to penetrate as deeply as he could.

Then he pounded into me, grunting as our bodies smacked together. I moaned and gasped with each movement, clutching his arms and taking his tongue into my mouth as he leaned low to kiss me. Then he straightened, lifting my legs and parting them as he thrust further into me. Our eyes met over our joined bodies and our climaxes hit us both at the same moment.

As we lay in bed, shaking all over from such an intense coupling, I looked over at the single window and saw the sun just peeking over the horizon.

"Erik," I whispered, stroking a hand down his side, reveling in the feel of his body twitching beneath my touch. "Erik, love, we have to get up. Your father will be here soon."

He sighed heavily and nodded, his hair brushing against my skin, sending a shiver through me. Then he lifted himself onto his arms and withdrew from my body. We shared a look as he lowered his face to kiss my swollen lips once more. He smiled and rose from the bed to begin gathering his clothes.

Then before we knew it, Erik's father was driving up the long lane towards the house. We watched for a moment as the car turned from the highway and onto the gravel lane from the front porch. Erik then bravely drew his shoulders up straight and said he'd go back upstairs to get together the last of his things.

For my part, I headed down the porch steps to greet his father.

"Hello!" He called as he exited the car amidst a cloud of dust.

"Hi there," I replied with a smile. "How was your drive?"

"Not bad," he said, coming closer to shake my hand. "Very little traffic; I was surprised."

"Well, there's still a few days before school actually starts up, right?" I said, thinking of what Erik had told me only the night before.

"That's true. So where is the boy anyway?"

Boy. I nearly scoffed at the word. Erik was no boy; not anymore. I forced myself to remain neutral.

"He just upstairs getting the last of his things together," I said out loud. "Can I get you a coffee? Or some water?" I offered.

"No, thank you," he replied, holding up a hand. "I think I just want to get back on the road and head home."

"I bet your wife is looking forward to seeing Erik again."

He nodded with a broad grin on his face. "She is indeed. I've barely made it through the summer with her fawning all over me instead of the boy!" And he laughed heartily at his own joke.

I smiled around my suddenly clenched jaw. As a moment of silence descended over us, I decided I'd had enough small talk with the man.

"I think I'll go check on Erik," I stated aloud. "I'll be right back." I turned and hurried inside, eager to escape to my sanctuary; Erik.

I found him in his room, standing silently in the center. He was facing away from me but turned slowly at my approach. I took the opportunity to run my eyes slowly over his entire form; his long legs, encased handsomely in dark jeans, his narrow waist over a beautiful ass and the broad shoulders that hadn't been there at the start of the summer. The thought made me pause; was he broader or was he just carrying himself differently?

But that thought and others disappeared as his eyes met mine, a half-hearted smile on his handsome face.

"Your father is waiting for you," I said quietly, struggling to remain calm.