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Would You Like Ketchup With That? 7

“Yeah. Maybe later. I’m at a friend’s. The drive-thru girl I told you about.”I blinked, staring at her back, her bare ass perched comfortably on the edge of my bed, my head nestled comfortably on my pillow. Yawning, I noticed...

Summer 9

She’d arrived with a small suitcase, much like before. And, just like before I offered her the spare bedroom. I probably should have talked it over with Jennette first, but thankfully, she seemed okay with it.‘I think telling you no...

Summer 8

I’ve had a few relationships. More than a few, really. A couple ended kind of ugly, but most of them ended when we both simply lost interest in staying together. Thing was, Summer wasn’t my girlfriend. That said, I felt...

Summer 7

We drove to the spring again, accompanied by Debussy’s Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun. She was giggly. She’d been so all morning. She’d also brought one of her shopping bags with her. I didn’t ask. I’m sure I’d...

Summer 6

I didn’t quite know what to expect the next morning. After all, we’d crossed a line, one that couldn’t be recrossed again, and I found myself consumed with a million little worries when I woke. Nothing to do about it,...

Summer 5

Thanks to the whiskey and the pot I slept like a baby, once I finally crawled into bed. For once I wasn’t up before Summer. When I finally crawled out of bed and wandered out of my bedroom she was...

Summer 4

I slept like the dead. If Summer had spent the night masturbating, I’d missed it although, spent as she was when I’d put her to bed, I doubted she’d woken even once.The next morning, I woke early, feeling energized, curious...

Summer 3

I drove back to the house in silence. At least at first. It wasn’t awkward. In fact, it was companionable. I’d put a CD in – Crosby, Stills, and Nash. She’d probably never even heard of them. God, she was...