Summer Girl by Casey Grant

said Brad.
    Brie dropped the suitcase to the floor.
“Finally. Honesty.”
    Brad walked up to Brie and picked her up. “I
missed you.”
    Brad carried Brie out of the room and down
the hall towards his bedroom. “Where are we going, Brad? I told you
I don't like girls!”
    “You don't have to.”
    He pushed open the bedroom door just as
Tamera was getting into bed. “Brad, what are you doing?” Brad
dropped Brie on the bed next to her. He undid his pants, sliding
them down his legs, revealing his beast of an erection. “We
clearing the air, here,” he said as Brie spread her legs and Brad
drove into her.
    “You're going to do her here?” said
Tamera.
    “Everything is going to be out in the open
from now on. No secrets.”
    Brie felt that familiar glow, that delicious
sting as her orgasm built slowly. Tamera was laying right next to
her caressing her face and hair but Brie didn't care. She had
missed Brad so much that he could do her in the grocery store
parking lot and she wouldn't care. His grey eyes stared down at
her, his dark hair partially covering his face. “Brie gets to come
this time, Brad,” said Tamera. “Your needs come second.”
    Brad's arms flexed, his veins snaking over
the top of his biceps and his abs looking like rebar. His pelvis
jerked back and forth as if it was steam-powered, drilling Brie
with such fury that she wondered if he were mad. But if this was
anger, Brie wanted more of it. Because, finally, she was
coming.
    Brie let out a wail, body twitching and
shaking with orgasm, Brad's fire hose not letting up, drilling and
drilling, focusing on Brie's pleasure— thirty seconds, a minute,
two minutes, Brie was still going. Brie could tell by her face that
Brad couldn't last much longer, “Go ahead Hun,” said Brie looking
into his eyes.
    Brad pulled out, his cock suspended in front
of her. In an instant, thick ropey streams of cream were spraying
across her, spinning through the air, hitting Brie in the face, one
after the other, some landing on the sheets, most covering Brie's
face, breasts and stomach. In the afterglow of her own spectacular
orgasm, Brie was content to lay there patiently as Brad exhausted
himself on her.
    “I'm not licking that off, if that was what
you’re thinking,” Tamera said.
    “I can hope, can't I,” Brad said collapsing
on top of Brie.
    Tamera reached over and scooped a dollop of
cum off Brie's face and licked her finger. Tamera got up, returning
and patiently wiping off Brie with a damp towel. “Are you still mad
at me?” said Tamera.
    “I don’t think I could be mad at anybody
right now,” said Brie.
     
     
     
     

Tutor Time
     
     
    The windows were open and the boat noise was
loud. The lake was filled with watercraft. Brad was at his desk in
his office, hanging up from a call. “Hey, Brie... Tamera just
texted me asking if someone can bring her a beer.”
    “Where is she?” said Brie.
    “Can't you tell?” said Brad.
    “Uh, no.”
    “Don't you hear all that boat traffic?”
    Brie listened for a moment and noticed that
the traffic on the lake was louder than usual. “Okay, yeah.
So?”
    “Tamera is lying in the hammock down by the
dock. Anytime she's down there the boat traffic on our shore goes
up five-fold.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Here, she likes Pabst,” Brad said handing
Brie the beer. “Now don't you touch this— you're not of legal age,”
Brad said, grinning.
    “Oh. I see,” said Brie. “I can be your
live-in, fuck-bunny but I can't drink?” said Brie, squeezing Brad's
ass.
    “No, and if you do, I'm calling the police,”
Brad said, grabbing her waist, kissing her just on the lips no
tongue, leaving Brie wanting more. “I'm going to the store and
getting some dinner for tonight,” he said, cruelly breaking away
from Brie and grabbing his keys.
    Brie walked down the hill to the lake with
Tamera's beer. She could see Tamera stretched out in a green bikini
in a hammock at the end of their dock, reading. Multiple boat