Summer Rush (5 page)

After filling our stomachs with a delicious Christmas meal made by Sheila, we help clear the table and I start the coffee for everyone. Trent comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, and nips the bottom of my ear.

“Ready when you are.”

Turning around, I run my finger seductively down his chest and softly respond, “Get the whipped cream and meet me in the living room to say our goodbyes.”

Licking his lips and inhaling deeply, he says, “On it,” before he practically runs towards the refrigerator.

Amused by his readiness, I smile to myself as I make my way to the living room where everyone is sitting, recovering from their food coma.

“Trent and I are going to head out,” I say to my parents, leaning over and kissing them both on the cheek. Since half the town is here, I don’t feel bad about leaving my parents at Sheila’s. Even though it’s a family gathering, it’s really just another get together for all the townies to talk and gossip.

“Leaving so soon?” my mom questions.

“Yeah, we’re going to drive around and look at Christmas lights.”

Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. I love seeing all the lights covering the houses and all the decorations spread across the town, so using this as my excuse is not something my parents will question.

“Aww, how fun,” she smiles.

“I’ll probably be late, so no need to wait up,” I assure them.

“Okay, sweetheart, have fun,” my dad chimes in before continuing his conversation with Trent’s uncle.

After saying our goodbyes to everyone else and explaining our early departure, we head out to Trent’s truck. Scooting into the middle seat, I start teasing Trent by running my mouth up and down his neck, leaving a trail of warm, seductive kisses along the way.

“Keep doing that, and we’ll never make it home,” he interrupts, running his hand up my thigh.

Biting my lower lip and only inches from his face, I stare passionately into his eyes as I move my hand down his side and over the already hard bulge in his pants.

“Somebody is a little excited,” I whisper into his ear. He grins.

“You have no idea.”

Pulling into the driveway, Trent quickly shifts the truck in park and yanks me out of his side like a man on a mission. Laughing at his eagerness I suddenly get nervous, wondering what is going to happen once we get inside.

"What about the whipped cream"? I ask. Adding whip cream to the table just seemed sexy and fun, but now that we’re here I’m feeling a little apprehensive about it.

Once we get through the front door. Trent pulls me in close to him and pushes his mouth over mine. "You already taste delicious enough," he answers against my lips.

Bringing my arms up around his neck while pressing my mouth tightly against his, I open slightly granting his tongue access to mine. Feeling the intensity behind our kiss increase, Trent runs his hands up under my sweater sliding his rough, calloused hands up and down my sides leaving a trail of heated bumps behind them. Feeling the temperature rise and the throb between my legs grow stronger, I slide my hands down Trent’s chest and start anxiously undoing his buttons. Just as I pop the last one free, Trent pulls my sweater up over my head and picks me up so that my legs naturally wrap around his waist. Pushing his mouth back on mine, he carries me down the hallway and into his room.

Once inside, Trent puts me down, rips his shirt off the rest of the way then pushes me down onto the bed. Staring at me through hungry eyes he climbs up over me, making every bone in my body melt beneath his touch. Instead of pressing his lips back on mine, he trails hot passionate kisses along my neck and jaw.

“Oh, Angel, you taste so good,” he breathes into the fold of my neck. Feeling his heated breath brush against my skin leaves my body burning with desire.

Continuing down, he unclasps my bra, exposing my hard nipples that yearn for his touch. Sliding his hand over one breast and his mouth over the other, he begins licking, sucking, and teasing my eager peaks, making my body overwhelm with pleasure.

In search of more, I run my hands down his sides and unbuckle his pants. Slipping my hand underneath his briefs, I grip his hard and ready shaft. Trent moans with pleasure against my breast, enjoying my warm sensual hand moving up and down his length.

Panting with heavy breaths, he looks up and asks, “what do you want, Angel, because right now all I can think about is being inside you, but you call the shots. Tell me how far we can go.”

Being completely turned on, and wanting to fill the gap in our relationship, I decide that it’s time to give myself to Trent. He’s everything I could ever ask for in a boyfriend and someone I can see myself spending the rest of my life with. Losing my virginity to Trent is the next step moving forward in our relationship.

“All the way,” I respond, intoxicated with desire.

“Oh, Angel. Positive?” he asks as he places hard eager kisses along my jaw.

“Uh huh,” I moan, taken over by his readiness.

Without another word he forces his mouth over mine, pushing his tongue inside with authority while yanking my pants off. Wanting to expose every inch of his body, I push his khakis down further, placing my leg in between his so I can kick them off the rest of the way. The only clothing still separating us is my panties. Moving his lips down my neck, he finds his mouth back over my breast while his right hand continues down my stomach, slipping under my underwear until he’s covering my sex. I can feel the wetness between my legs increase as he slides his finger up in me. My hips instantly react, pushing up against him.

“Mmmm, you’re so wet,” he moans against my breast.

“Please,” I plead, barely able to hold on.

Responding to my plea, Trent slides up off of me, and reaches into the top drawer of his end table, pulling out a condom. Standing at the bottom of the bed he rolls it over his length, then pulls off my underwear. Our eyes fuse together with wild anticipation as he climbs back over of me. Starting just above my navel he trails soft sensual kisses up my stomach and along my neck, stopping over my mouth. Resting his hands on each side of my head, he whispers, “I love you” against my lips before deepening the kiss with a mix of love and passion. Feeling his arousal resting on my folds, I rock up against him, wanting to have him inside of me. Noticing my lack of patience, he reaches down and lines the tip up to my opening, pushing only the top in first.

“Ahhhh,” I moan, feeling my insides stretch around him.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he whispers, making sure I’m okay.

“No, it feels good. Keep going,” I assure him.

Gently holding my face with his hands, he rests his forehead on mine, and pushes in a little further until he’s completely inside me. Giving me a second to adjust around him, he starts moving in and out slowly. Wanting to feel him deeper, I wrap my legs around his waist and breathe “faster” against his lips.

With my approval he quickens his rhythm, filling my body with an overwhelming warmth. I feel my body fill with pleasure and with all loss of control I let myself go, finding my release.

Within seconds I feel Trent’s body tense then unravel above me, finding his release.

“Wow love,” he says after pulling out and lying down next to me.

Not having any words to describe what just happened, I smile and enjoy how pleased and satisfied Trent looks right now; thrilled that I’m the reason for it. But as incredible as that just felt, my stomach is in knots feeling like something is wrong, almost like guilt.

“Is everything okay, Angel?” he asks, noticing me not matching his enthusiasm.

“Yeah, just a little sore and tired,” I lie. Yes, I’m a little sore and tired, but that’s not the reason why I’m not all here with him.

“Do you wanna stay tonight, and I’ll bring you home in the morning?”

“I told my parents I’d be home tonight. I don’t want them to worry.” I really don’t know what they’d say if I didn’t come home and stayed over with Trent instead. I am going to be twenty this year, so it’s not like I’m a kid anymore with a curfew. But it doesn’t matter anyway, I really just want to go home and curl up in my own bed.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name–tell me who you like inside you?”

“You, Joey…only you.”

Throwing the covers off of me, I sit up panting and sweating profusely. Looking around my room, I realize it was just a dream.
Oh, but it felt so real!
Joey and I were on the beach behind the sand dunes, lying on my surf board completely naked. His chest and arms were so muscular and smooth and felt divine covering my body. He tasted delicious and felt incredible inside of me. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted more, and didn’t want it to stop.

Covering my face with my hands, I sob. How can I do this to Trent? How can I go from making love with Trent to fantasizing about Joey in my dreams? I’m trying so hard to move forward with Trent, I really am, but thoughts of Joey just keep creeping inside of my head. I thought maybe if I let myself go with Trent and gave him everything, including my body, that we could fill in the distance that’s been growing between us and go back to normal, go in the direction he wants us to go in. It obviously didn’t work. I don’t feel complete after we’d made love. Instead, I felt awful and ashamed and I came home to dream about another man inside of me.

I can’t move forward–I’m stuck
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Winter grew into spring, and spring grew into summer. We’re now preparing for another busy tourist season. I wish I could say that things have become better between Trent and I, but they haven’t. Yes, we’re still together, but hanging on by a thread. We haven’t made love since Christmas and being the wonderful man that he is, he hasn’t said a thing about it. Although, there’s an obvious tension in our relationship, Trent never asks questions–he just goes with the flow. It’s like there’s a huge elephant in the room that we just don’t approach.

Walking into the restaurant, Sheila greets me with her usual perky, “Hey, pretty lady!”

After smiling and returning her greeting, I make my way back to the waitress area where Trent is sitting, eating his dinner. I grab a handful of napkins and silverware to roll for tonight before sitting down at the table across from him.

“Hey babe, how was work?” I ask making conversation.

“Oh, you know, the same,” Trent responds scooping a spoon full of mashed potatoes in his mouth. “I saved you some if you want,” he continues, gesturing to them on his plate.

“Thanks, but I already ate,” I say with a smile.

Without a response he studies my face for a few seconds with a half grin, before continuing to eat the rest of his dinner. My heart aches seeing the pain my distance is causing him. He has done nothing but love me, cherish the ground I walk on, but it’s still not enough. My heart still isn’t whole; there’s still an emptiness that I feel and visions of Joey that haven’t disappeared. I wonder if I’ll ever see him again, and what will happen if I do?

“Hope, party of two at table one!” Sheila announces from the front of the restaurant. I look at table one and see the old couple that comes in every Friday.

“Well, I better get going,” I say, wrapping my apron around my waist and quickly pecking Trent on the lips.

“Can I see you tonight?” he asks, resting his hand on my cheek.

“Yeah, sure. As long as we aren’t here too late,” I say with a smile, pecking his lips one last time before turning in table one’s direction.

“Love you, Angel,” he says as I start to walk away.

Turning around halfway, I smile, “love you, too,’ before continuing in the direction of my table.