Summertime Blues (for Zoe)

Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “I hate to disappoint, but you won’t find anything like that here.” He smirked. “Just, you know, don’t go through the door in the basement that is all taped off and says Stay Out,” he teased her, knowing full well there was no such door. He took another bite and swallowed it down.
 
Ellie laughed “That where the ghosts and poltergeist stays then? I won’t want to go in there.” She looked at him for a moment then gave a loud sigh and stood up.

“I can’t stand it anymore.” She stated walking round behind him, “Your hair is too messy and it’s annoying me.” Without any hesitation she took his hair down, the mess she had left it in had irked her, worse still him not fixing it had left her compelled to do something.

She pulled the band out of his hair, wrapping it around his wrist, using her fingers she gathered his hair together, it was surprisingly soft, and twisted the band back on it. On the last twist before pulling all the hair through she left it, creating a bit of a “man bun” before walking back around to her side.

“That’s better.” She spoke more to herself than him as she picked up the toast.
 
Tommy raised an eyebrow as she came behind him and started messing with his hair, but he wasn’t about to stop her. Her fingers actually felt kind of nice on his head.

“Uhh, thanks,” he said, and finished his sandwich with the next bite. He took his plate to the sink, and then quickly set about cleaning up the mess he’d made fixing breakfast.

Tommy would spend the rest of the morning out in the backyard, wearing those dirty overalls again, tending his gardens while groovy, funky rock n roll filled the air from his jukebox. There was always a little more to do, after all.

He couldn’t take his mind off his new roommate, though. This little agreement they had made was quite enjoyable, but was it going to make things awkward between them for the rest of the summer? Fuck, he hoped not.
 
Ellie had cleared the remains of her plate before leaving it on the side, she would get to it later. Instead she wandered around her new room, unpacking her boxes and filling the bathroom with all kinds of extra “essential” products.

It wasn’t till much later when he left she truly relaxed. Having not bothered to have a shower yet she had decided to change into a two piece and sneak into the hot tub.

Ellie mulled over the situation whilst the bubbles and steam seemed to remove the tension she didn’t realise she had. Admittedly she had gotten carried away that morning, in attempting to persuade him that she was into it Ellie had actually gotten into it. It had been strangely enjoyable to work him, trying to please him whilst getting the job done quickly, she had been too in the moment.

She needed to focus, keep it business. It would only be one more time and then they could just be roommates, it was only for the summer and she would be back in dorms in no time.

Turning the tub off she did her best to return it exactly how she had found it, unwilling to admit she had lay in it for a good hour in the growing darkness. Instead she had went for a long hot shower, it was a particularly good one, just the right pressure and had truly refreshed her. Having dried her hair and changed into fresh pjs, trousers this time so there would be no chance of skin to skin ever again, she sat on the edge of the bed. Would she be more focussed if she kept herself satisfied?

Ellie lay back, reaching into her bedside drawer and reaching till she found the small vibrator. After all she had given him two orgasms and left herself empty. As she lay there, hand inside her trousers letting the machine buzz away her mind drifted, she thought of past partners particularly good experiences except every time she got close her thoughts turned to that morning. Eventually she did get there, only briefly during her climax did she think of grinding against him that morning but still at least now she would be totally focussed on him.

Ellie paused at the top of the stairs, she had seen inside his room but how much did she notice. He wasn’t due back for ages, gently she pushed open the door and headed in. It had been pretty tidy she had remembered as she drifted through the room, opening drawers for a look before closing them again, nothing particular grabbing her interest. Tommy certainly had a better view than hers though, looking out over the rear garden, worth noting in case she needed to entice him outside.

In the end she pulled a blanket from her bed and headed downstairs to watch the tv.
 
Tommy’s “errands” that afternoon primarily involved bouncing around town, meeting up with a few friends that were in need of fresh bags of marijuana. He generally only ever sold enough of it so that he could smoke “for free” but he was tempted to try and expand his little side-hustle a fair bit.

The show at the Blue Note that night got a bit rowdy, though. Tommy didn’t know much about hip-hop, or the artists on this bill, but the tension in the building was palpable, and a few fights broke out over the course of the evening.

It was later than usual when he was finally able to leave, and he got home just after one-thirty in the morning. He quietly opened the front door, and found that the TV was on, although showing just a screen of Netflix asking if the viewer wanted to continue watching, and he chuckled to himself at the sight of Ellie sprawled out on the sofa, snoring softly, a blanket half wrapped around her and half falling on the floor. “Ah, jeez,” he mused. He picked up the remote and turned off the TV, and looked at Ellie again. Should he just leave her there? He knew that couch was nice for a nap, but uncomfortable for sleeping through the night. “Okay, kiddo,” he muttered to himself, and leaned over beside her, slipping one arm under her knees, and the other under her back, and he gently hoisted her up into his arms.

He had to turn sideways a bit to carry her up the stairs, but he made it without bashing her head into the wall along the way. He eased her door open and carried her to her bed, and laid her down.
 
Ellie had woken with a bit of a start in her bed, she didn’t remember going to bed which was quite concerning. She had been further startled by him being in her room.

“You don’t want your third one now do you?” She had groaned rolling herself over and wrapping herself in the blanket as she did before falling almost immediately back to sleep.

It had been a very sound sleep, keeping her in bed until the afternoon when her alarm had promptly woke her up for work.
 
The next day, Saturday, was going to be a long one for Tommy. He had to be back at the Blue Note in the morning for an all-day (and into the night) event: the Fifteenth Annual Missouri Battle of the Bands, featuring a dozen different young and unsigned bands from all over the state, each of which had won their own local sponsored “Battle of the Bands” in the last couple of months.

He had to be on top of his game all day and night; getting the sound dialed in just right for that many different bands was a challenge, but he enjoyed it. And the music was pretty good, for the most part.

It was also a damn good party, and Tommy had had a few drinks and shared a few joints with different folks in the later hours, and as he walked home when it was all said and done, was enjoying a rather pleasant buzz.

He looked in the window of the Library as he passed by; the bar was still open, and busy, though he knew last call would be soon. He smiled when he saw Ellie through the window, and found himself very much looking forward to the next time she would suck him to completion.

He walked into the Library and made his way through the crowd to the bar. There were no open barstools there but he found a spot to lean on the bar and wait for Ellie to come around.
 
Ellie knew she was in for a hell of a night, luckily she wasn’t to be the only one in but even then she wasn’t particularly thrilled at the prospect.

It’s true she didn’t know how she got to bed the previous night but she must have taken herself there at some point. By the time she had gotten herself ready and down stairs she was the only one in the house, she paused listening for any sound but none came.

From the second she started her shift it had been non stop, she had dressed in jeans and low cut vest which helped the tips go flowing into her pocket.
Time seemed to fly though, before she knew it her manager had started the process of closing up for the night when a colleague nudged her,
“The guy down there, think he wants your attention.” Ellie looked up and there he was,
“Ah yeah, new landlord.” She muttered as she grabbed a beer and headed up his side of the bar. She placed it in front of him,
“Enjoy it, we are closing.” She stated wiping the surface and gathering empty glasses beside him
 
“Thanks,” he said, slipping her a five-dollar bill across the bar and waving off the change as he took a long drink. “Busy night for you too, huh?” he asked her, looking around at the crowded bar. He recognized some faces from earlier at the Blue Note. He turned back to her, his eyes catching in her cleavage for a long moment as she wiped the countertops.
 
She nodded “It’s been a long night. How was yours?” She asked turning away to put drinks back in the fridge, cleaning up the spills not tackled before when the call came for last orders.

Ellie couldn’t hide her grin “I cannot wait to get my shoes off and go home.” She paused slightly puzzled “It’s quite late, why didn’t you go home?”
 
“Oh, I think I earned a nightcap or three after a fourteen hour day,” he replied, taking another drink. He winked at her. “And besides, it’s on my way home,” he said.

A barstool opened up beside him and he slid into it, and finished his beer. “One more for the road, if you don’t mind,” he said, sliding the empty bottle towards her.
 
She nodded but didn’t produce another beer,
“We’re closing, I can smell what else you have had tonight and besides, I think we should crack out number three tonight, right?” She smiled taking the empty from him, collecting a few others and walking away.

Once the place was empty, clean and set for the following evening they left, leaving the manager to lock up.

“So what do you think, let me get my final taste of cum tonight?” She grinned, walking backwards slightly to face him. The sooner she got clear of the debt the better.
 
Tommy smirked as he followed her, quite enjoying the view of her sexy body in her tight clothes.

As exhausted as he was after such a long day, he wasn’t quite sure he had it in him, though. But he wasn’t going to stop her, either, if she was so determined!

“You’re more than welcome to try,” he replied.
 
“Try,” She grinned, “Darling I know how to play you like a fiddle.” She paused to turn and walk beside him, nudging him with her hip
“Don’t be sad though, I will give you one hell of a finale to remember me by.” She paused as they walked, “Besides it will be good, once I’ve paid my dues we can be roommates, equals and all that right?”
 
Tommy raised an eyebrow, quite intrigued by her promise of an exhilerating performance.

He nodded. “Equals, roommates, of course,” he replied, though he had a feeling that things would always be somewhat… complicated between them. Part of him knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop wanting her again. Could they ever really be “just friends?”
 
Ellie practically bounced up the the front door, pulling the key from her bag and strode inside,
“What do you think? Sofa? Finish where we started?” She was beaming though he didn’t quite look as excited as she expected,
“Come on Tommy!” She pulled his top towards her “I want you,” she whispered pausing slightly “to cum for me” she finished letting him go to dump her bag and kick off her shoes.

She sat on one side of the sofa, patting the centre with a grin, “come on, you did say I was very good.”
 
Tommy was acutely aware of the way her breasts felt against his chest when she pulled him close to her, and he smirked as she bid him join her on the sofa. He could feel the blood rushing to his loins, but he shook his head.

“Hey now, hold your horses a minute,” he protested, holding his hands up. His gaze wandered over her body for a moment, and he took a deep breath. “Just let me get changed out of my work clothes, okay? It was a long-ass day.” He winked at her and turned to head up the stairs to his room.
 
She groaned “well hurry up! Before I lose my energy and you have to wait another day.” Ellie rose from the sofa and went to the kitchen, she whispered a little pep talk to herself and had a drink.

She couldn’t quite stay still, she was quite elated now they were so close to the end and paced slowly around the kitchen listening for him to come down the stairs.

As soon as she heard him moving she rushed to the bottom of the stairs, a wide grin on her face,
“I mean strictly speaking you don’t need to be dressed at all.” She held out her hand to him, “shall we?”
 
“Strictly speaking, neither do you,” Tommy said as he came down the stairs. He had changed out of his boot-cut jeans and Blue Note branded tee shirt, and was now wearing a only pair of hawaiian-print board shorts. For the first time, she could see the tattoos that adorned his well-defined upper chest, that spread down his arms on either side. The ink all seemed to be music-related to some degree. He tossed a towel over his shoulder as he approached Ellie. In his other hand he was holding a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a small glass pipe that was filled with marijuana.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m fixing to relax and unwind with a bit of a soak in the hot tub out back,” he informed her, matter-of-factly. “You’re quite welcome to join me, if you like.” He smirked at her a bit. She was clearly eager to settle the debt, but he was starting to enjoy toying with her a bit.
 
Her eyes narrowed at him as she watched him walk out, “No you are ok, it’s late, I don’t want to get my hair wet actually!” She had stuttered almost, this was not going to plan.

She ended up sitting by the island, tapping the counter with her nails and sipping ice water as she watched him. She could always go to bed but she had such a need for next week to be a fresh slate, nothing hanging over her.

Eventually she wandered out to the garden, pulling a chair beside the tub to sit opposite him,
“Surely you are tired though? Not fancy a nice release and long sleep?”
 
Tommy had grabbed a beer on his way out to the back yard. He’d put some music on. He’d smoked a little of the weed he’d brought down, and a couple cigarettes, and had been sitting in the tub, stretched out, enjoying the night and the music.

He opened his eyes when he heard the back door open, turned his head to see Ellie approaching. He was a touch disappointed that she hadn’t changed into a swimsuit to join him. He took a long pull from his beer, finishing it.

“Exhausted,” he replied to her question. “But I’m not stopping you,” he said with a smirk. He grabbed his beer, and saw it was empty. “You wouldn’t mind fetching me a cold one, would you?” he asked her.
 
Internally she scowled at him but managed to plaster a smile on her face.
“Of course.” She inclined her head, standing to take the empty back into the fridge. She did fetch the beer, opening it but standing in the kitchen a few moments, plotting.
Her arms crossed over her chest she rested the mouth of the bottle against her lips, tapping it against them as she thought before taking a couple of sips.

Slowly she wandered back out to him, bringing her sweetest game to him,
“Tommy” she purred leaning down behind him, her arm reached over his shoulder to present the bottle to him whilst her other hand rested on his other shoulder.
“I’m starting to feel like I haven’t done my job correctly.” She whispered into his ear, letting her hand now beer free rest against his chest, dipping it slowly into the water to reach the top of his shorts, her fingertips just slipping inside and no more.
 
“Thank you,” Tommy took the beer from her and had a drink, smirking and raising an eyebrow as she purred behind him, her hands on him now. His body reacted to her, of course, his cock beginning to stiffen at her touch. He leaned his head back against her shoulder behind him.

“And what job is that?” he asked her, his words hot in her ear.
 
Ellie let out a soft sigh, turning her head to face him, “I need to make you cum.” She whispered, letting him feel her breath on his lips, “I want to make you cum.” She added looking into his eyes.

Her hand rubbed his shoulder as she stretched her other hand down slightly, feeling his cock rise up to meet her,
“I’m starting to feel rejected.” She pouted down at him, “You wouldn’t want me to feel that would you?”
 
Her lusty words in his ear turned him on quite a bit. Recent memories of her sucking on him rushed back to his mind, and he smiled softly.

“Who’s rejecting you?” he turned his head and asked her. “I’m just not in any kind of hurry,” he said with a little smirk, turning away from her and grabbing the glass pipe and lighter off the side of the tub. He brought it to his lips and lit it up, taking a long deep hit off the weed and then holding it in. He held the smoking pipe up, offering it to her. “It’s been a long day and sometimes it takes me a little while to get into the right mood,” he said, winking at her as he blew the smoke out towards the sky, and then reached over to his pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and lit it up.
 
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