Summertime Blues (for Zoe)

She looked up glaring at him, “I do, but god knows where.” She opened her bag looking in, shuffling through it frantically but no key.

She sighed, “It’s not there Tommy!” Closing her bag she leaned back against the door looking up at him. She was freezing and now her last night with him, they were trapped outside.
 
The small awning above the door provided little protection from the rain as it poured down around them, but it was something. Tommy sighed, and then laughed. “It’s okay,” he said, shaking his head. He took a deep breath and sighed, finally processing that she had said she’d be leaving his placd tomorrow.

“Ellie, I know you said you’ve lined up a new place to live, and I’m happy for you, but… can I just say something?”
 
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She looked down, not now, please don’t talk now.
“I’m not sure I want to hear it Tommy. It’s not going to change anything and it’s for the best.” Her fingers brushed against his t-shirt, pulling lightly at the fabric.
“You know it is for the best.” She looked up at him, urging him
 
Tommy’s heart skipped a beat when she actually touched him. Just that little bit sent a cascade of memories crashing through his mind.

“Ellie, I… I really want you to stay.”
 
“Tommy I can’t!” She sighed in frustration pushing him back a little, “It’s such a bad idea and you cannot ask me!” Her breathing was ragged as she moved away,
“You know what annoys me about you, and why I have to leave? In my head you are the perfect man!” She exclaimed holding her arms up, “But the problem is, you are not my type! Your hair is too long, you have awful taste in music, you smoke,plus you wear overalls and fucking tie-dye! Not to mention the drugs! I always looked down on people who did them I thought it was a weak character!” She moved towards him again, poking him in the chest before pressing her hand against her forehead, “Except you are nice, funny and will make some lucky woman so happy, but you are not who I would go for.” Ellie sighed, words having flowed harshly from her mouth ought to stop any chance of them remaining friends.

She held her bag open in one hand towards him, “Can you please just find the key?” Her eyes looked up at him, water dripping off into her bag, her spare hand reached up to push his hair back from his face. Water ran down her arm as her hand held the back of his neck, before pulling his face towards her and meeting him with a kiss. Her bag landed on the floor with a thump as she grabbed onto his soaked t-shirt.
 
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Tommy stood there and listened to her rattle off all the reasons they couldn’t be together, his heart breaking more and more with every word. She was right. He was too out-there, too weird, too much of a freak, and totally not her type. They couldn’t be together, it was obvious.

And then she was touching him, pulling him towards her, and their lips came together in the sweetest kiss, and he just melted in shock and surprise. He blinked before closing his eyes to kiss her back, his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her body against his.

Their foreheads came together. “Ellie… what was that?” he breathed.
 
It had been as good as she thought it would be, butterflies danced in her stomach so much she thought they may come flying out and escape. She had smiled slightly as he kissed her back, pulling him closer, trying to get more of him, bringing him into her space.
“Shhh.” She whispered grinning, “No talking.” Ellie silenced any words about to escape with her tongue, her hand slipping around to his back, bunching up the material in her hand until she had a thought. What if he doesn’t want this.
“Unless you want me to stop?” Whispering she pulled her face back slightly, at least she had arranged to move out.
 
“No,” Tommy breathed immediately, his hands quickly moving up, grasping her head on either side of the neck and kissing her deeply once more!

He should have known better than to ask questions! As their lips parted, their kiss intensified, their tongues danced towards each other, he knew he wouldn’t have any more silly questions for her for a while.

His hands slid down her shoulders and arms, and he found a grip on her hips, pulling her against him. He was so blissfully confused, and had no idea where this was leading, but damn did it feel good.
 
She could have stayed there until they both collapsed of exhaustion, tangled together with their mouth still attached. However she figured there were certainly better options. Somewhat reluctantly she pulled back, placing a few small kisses on his mouth and a couple around his face.

If she had been breathless before she was worse now, chest rising and falling against him trying to take in as much oxygen as possible.
“Tommy?” She spoke, rain still pouring between them, “we have to find that key!” Ellie laughed, her hands still content to stay on him for a few moments longer but she had to tell him, “I really want you. Badly.”
 
“Let’s get inside then,” he said, bending over to pick up her bag. He rifled through it, moving all of her stuff around, and wondering half a dozen different times why the fuck she was carrying all this shit around before finally finding the key. He pulled it out triumphantly, stuck it in the lock, turned it, and threw open the door just as lightning struck again in the distance behind them, and the winds picked back up.

They rushed inside, and Tommy actually had to fight with the door to get it pulled shut, as the wind was threatening to tear it off the house. He was victorious in the end, and he slammed the door shut before turning around, breathing heavy, dripping all over the floor, and looked at Ellie, who was in much the same condition. His eyes drank in her sexy form, the way the cotton clung to her pert, full breasts. His gaze moved up to her eyes just before he peeled off his soaked black tee shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
 
She had watched him fight with the door all the while thinking of every which way she was going to have him. It was as though he had read her mind, she had immediately copied him throwing her own soaked garment on top of his and striding over to him.

Again her hands pulled his head towards her, needing to kiss him for it had been too long already. Her fingers tangled in his hair pulling the remains of a band out before giving him a firm tug to the side. Her mouth left his to claim his neck, soft barely there kisses before becoming more insistent.

Hands formed a clasp around the back of his neck as she lifted her mouth to say one more thing
“Bedroom.”
 
A soft moan escaped his throat as she kissed his neck, and his arms pulled her body tight to his. The bare skin of their bellies pressed together, and he moaned again.

She told him where she wanted to go, and he quickly nodded in agreement. He took her hand in his and smiled at her. Towards the stairs they hurried, almost slipping a couple of times. Tommy was unzipping his jeans and kicking off his shoes, peeling off his socks, leaving a trail of discarded sopping wet garments behind them.
 
Ellie had kicked off her shoes at the bottom of the stairs but hadn’t bothered to remove anything else yet. She couldn’t focus on herself or what she was doing, only on him and the symphony of noises she planned to extract from him.

The first wall they came near at the top she pushed him against, fingers found the waist band of his only remaining garment, pinching them and pulling them towards her a little. With a sly look and smile at him she made a point of looking down, smile growing wider as she slowly went down, taking them with her until he was naked.

Her mouth found his cock, placing it in for a few moments before making its way back up his chest, a trail of kisses left along the way.

Despite being reluctant she removed her hands from him, vowing she would not stop touching from that point on, her hands reached up her own back, snapping the bra off and throwing it back down the stairs to land on his jeans.

She backed up a few steps, pausing to lead on the door frame to his room. “Tommy.” She hummed holding her hand out to him.
 
Tommy’s eyes went wide and a smirk curled his lip as he looked at her, topless and bidding him to take her into his room and ravage her.

He approached her, taking her hand. He almost, almost asked her if she was sure about this, but he quickly remembered, no more questions.

He opened the door to his room.
 
She squeezed his hand facing him as she stepped backwards into his room, only stopping when she backed against the bed. Her hand found his other and pulled them with their owner against him, holding them between her eyes trailed down and back to meet his eyes. God she was soaked thinking about having him.

Hands led his to the button of her jeans,
“I want this, do you?”
 
Tommy simply nodded, and his lips found hers again as he unfastened the button on her jeans. Soaking wet, the cotton clung to her like a second skin.

One of his hands slid up her side and came to her breast, cupping and squeezing one of them for a moment. A slight moan escaped his throat before his lips moved down to her neck, and his hand came up around her back, grasped her blonde hair and eased her head back as he feasted on her flesh.

His lips trailed down to her shoulder, and across her chest as he lowered himself, between her breasts and down her stomach, until he was kneeling and his hands were pulling down her pants zipper, and then tugging them down her legs.

The jeans were tight, and reluctant, even after he got them down past her butt, and he wound up pushing her down so she was sitting on his bed, and he was finally able to stand up and yank the jeans fully off her legs. He tossed them aside and fell back onto his knees, grabbing her thighs and spreading them wide.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now,” he said, kissing her inner thigh, and then nibbling a little higher, and then his tongue was dragging along her slit right up to her clit.
 
His lips, all the times she had thought about him over the previous days and even now she had them, it never felt enough. His hands slightly cold against her skin seemed to set her on fire, for all she cared he could have had ice for fingers and she would still be gasping her pleasure at him.

For a moment as his mouth reached her stomach she was nervous, she wanted him so badly inside her and her nerves didn’t want to wait, though her body protested this as he moved her how he wanted. It was blissful.

As he spread her legs she collapsed fully back into the bed, he could do with her what he wanted. She wanted him to do as he pleased. The first kiss pulled a gasp out of her, then soft gentle moans all till his tongue reached its goal. Her body curled up, pussy baring down on his face as her hand found his head, snapping onto it like a magnet her fingers grasping as his hair, his beautiful sexy hair.

Ellie’s mouth was stuck in an open silent gasp, her eyes shut against the pleasure. Let her die like this.
 
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His tongue plied her open, sliding along, slipping inside, tasting and spreading her arousal. His teeth scraped teasingly across her clit. It only took once; with the way her body reacted with the slightest of convulsions when he found her clit, he was able to clamp right down onto her throbbing little button.

A finger joined the party then, sliding inside tentatively at first, just to see if she liked it, while his tongue and teeth worked her clit. She seemed to respond favorably to the intrusion, and he pushed the digit in further, the tip pressing against the roof of her pussy, dragging firmly as it moved in and out, until a second finger joined in, opening her up even more.
 
His tongue seemed to naturally gravitate to every spot that could possibly cause her pleasure, his teeth grazing against seemed to cause a strange tingle down her spine. The boy was good. Her fingers pulled slightly at his hair, not because she wanted him to stop, it just felt good to remind herself frequently he was there.

The single finger, as she felt it go in she recalled the same strange sensation she felt whenever another person was inside her. Then she remembered it wasn’t just anyone, it was him, the object of her absolute desire was slipping a second inside her when she had cried out.

She wouldn’t fight the impending climax, how could she when he was so easily capturing it from her body, why would she want to stop herself. But she did want to stop herself.

Her hand pushed at his head, she pleaded with him, turning her hips to stop his access to her, stopping before he had a chance take her to the edge.

Ellie’s eyes met his in the moonlight, rain hitting off the large window in his room , unable to fully form a word to express what she wanted for some time, she kept a grip on his head until she had stopped heaving in breaths.

“Not on your fingers.” She panted, like it made any sense, her tongue slipped out to coat her lips, throat already dry from his actions, “Inside me.” Again could not form her words. “You. Cock.” Hoping he knew what she needed.
 
Tommy pulled away from her, smirking in the darkness before wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Her juices were all over his face. He stood up, grabbing her hips and rolling her towards the middle of the bed. He walked around to the end of the bed and climbed into it, crawling towards her.

Then he was on his knees between her legs, and he had her on her back, her legs spread wide for him. He sat up on his knees, stroking his cock as he did, making sure the head was rubbing along her dripping folds.

“Is this what you want?” he asked with a smirk, jerking his dick against her pussy with one hand, while the other found a grip on her hip, holding her down where he wanted her.
 
“Yes!” She had pleaded, reaching for him but unable to touch him without seeing. He had moved her like she was a toy and still denied her.

On feeling what she wanted, needed between her legs, her hips had tried to move but couldn’t quite get the purchase to get him in, feebly she tried to force him to slip inside.

Her hand touched his on her hip, sliding her fingers up to grip his forearm, needing to touch some part of him.
“Tommy, please!” She pleaded, desperate to finally satisfy the curiosity
 
Tommy was very much enjoying the way she wiggled and writhed in desperation. Her pussy was rubbing on him, trying to get him inside, and he was savoring every moment of her warm wetness aching for him.

“Like this?” he asked her as the head of his cock pressed firmly against her lips, pushing inside. He was leaning over her now, and rolled his hips, easing his tool a bit further into her before sliding it right back out.

“Fuck,” he groaned, looking down at her. “You’re so wet,” he said, and rolled his hips again, slowly filling her up!
 
Her hands gripped his shoulders, holding her up slightly as he continued to tease. Of course she was wet, she had wanted him badly, though how much had surprised even her.

Ellie groaned, “Tommy, I wanted you inside me, you have made me wet!” She exclaimed, puzzled at how he could be surprised the effect he had on her. Ellie remembered how she behaved around him, keen like a puppy.

Still he continued until finally filling her fully, feeling his cock fully pressed inside. Her ankles locked themselves behind him, there would be no escape for him.

“Wait!” She whispered, not willing to let him out of her yet, her body writhed against him, pussy clenched onto him, God he felt good.

“Kiss me!”
 
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He leaned down towards her, while his hips ground his cock up into her, their hips wiggling together, trying to get ever more deeper. He kissed her, deeply and lovingly, and their bodies came together on the bed.

Tommy moaned into her mouth, hungrily kissing her now as his hips started rolling more aggressively, sliding himself deep into her slowly but forcefully.
 
Ellie’s hands slid to the back of his head, now she had him close she wasn’t going to let him away until she had her fill of him. The kiss didn’t last long, interrupted by moans from each of them, gasping she would break away to moan only to pull his mouth back to her again.

Her hips rolled up to meet his thrusts, a little thrill passing through her body with every thrust, Don’t ever let him stop she thought, chasing this feeling for the rest of her life.

“Oh god.” She called both calling out to the higher power and the god between her legs, “Fuck.me.” She purred, pushing her body up to meet him, determined to touch his flesh with her entire being.
 
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