The Summer House by Lee Moore Read Free Book Online

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    The warmth of the water compared to the chill of the desert air was a nice shock.  I could feel the warmth soaking into my body, relaxing every muscle as I sat and watched the boys as they watched me.  With a few swallows more of beer, I put my legs back on the lounger built into the seat, putting a jet right in my back and stretched.  I didn’t mean to, but a little moan escaped my lips, the pressure of the water hitting my back just right.
     
    That’s when we started talking again.  It wasn’t what I had secretly hoped for, but the nervousness left me, as they started asking me probing questions about the ten years since I’d last come up there.  How was college, were the parties like they heard about, and why I hadn’t stayed in touch with them?  I told them the truth, as horrible as it was. 
     
    “My parents thought if I kept coming up here, something would have happened between us.”
     
    “Between who?” Daniel asked me
     
    “Um… Both of you,” I said and then started to blush. 
     
    “Oh, why is that?” they both wondered.
     
    “Well, they sort of found out about me taking my top off my bathing suit the last time I came up here…”
     
    “They got pissed about that?”
     
    I just nodded, and reached for another unopened beer one of the boys had brought out and set on the edge.
     
    “My mother mostly, but my dad was horrified.  That’s why I was left at home or with one of the church members when they came up.”
     
    “Oh, well, at least we have you up here with us now,” Derek told me with a funny, predatory smile on his face, “and we’ve seen your tits at fifteen, and now at twenty-five,” Daniel finished.
     
    “Oh, and what did you think?” I asked them boldly.  As much as I wanted this, I was scared, nervous, and totally self-conscious. 
     
    “Uhh, I liked them...” Derek stuttered.  I looked over to Daniel. “I’d like to see them again.”
     
    Just like the girl ten years ago, I found the courage somewhere.  I reached behind and undid the clasp of the top, and pulled it off.  Wicked; at that moment I felt wicked and wild.  Unlike the girl ten years ago, I planned on doing something about this little tease, if I could keep my courage up.  Daniel actually licked his lips as my breasts fell free of the fabric.
     
    Unlike earlier, when I had dropped the towel, this time it was deliberate, and they were mere inches away.  I lay back down on the lounge chair, hiding my naked top under the bubbles frothing the surface of the water. 
     
    “Is this what you want?” I asked the boys, and they both nodded. “Well, I’m not going to be the only one getting naked here,” I told them, raising an eyebrow expectantly.
     
    I tried to act nonchalant as they pulled their swim trunks off under the water (damnitt!) and threw them over the edge.  I kept sipping on the beer; my mouth had gone dry again, and my hands were shaking as I started getting nervous.
     
    “There.  Now your turn,” Derek said, keeping just his shoulders and head above the water.  I felt his hand brush against my stomach, looking for the edge of my bottoms and I sat up straight, letting the water run off my breasts.  Daniel hesitated a moment, and I could feel Derek’s hands brush across an area I had recently shaved, in order to push the bottoms down.
     
    I was already sensitive from earlier and even the momentary contact had me arching my back.  I tried not to think of what my mother would say about what I was doing, focusing on the sensation of the bottoms being pulled slowly off me.  I lifted my butt off the bottom so he could continue pulling them off, and that’s when Daniel sealed my lips with a kiss.
     
    My heart soared.  This kiss was ten years in the wanting, and I didn’t mind the stubble that poked at me as I tried to start venting my passion.  Kissing wasn’t anything new to me, but no kiss had before elicited this kind of response… My chest felt tight,