(This is an entry for the 2013 “Summer Lovin'” story contest. It takes a while for the “good stuff” to come, but if you stick around to the end, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks!)
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If you don’t know her, your first impression of Sonia will be that she comes from a tall and particularly prestigious college cheerleading team. Tanned, blonde, and sporty—she strikes the perfect balance between fit and curves. But she didn’t get her body by shaking pom-poms at football games, no sir. She learned it from fencing. Start by stabbing people and competing. She has a talent for it.
In fact, that’s how we met – she joined the university fencing team with me in our sophomore year after transferring from abroad. The boys and girls competed separately but trained together, and I’m happy to say that the first time Sonia put her foil into my sternum, I fell in love. She punched me mercilessly, then ripped off my mask and ripped off her long, curly hair.
“You really are great,” she said, her lovely Australian accent captivating me even more.
I’m still trying to figure out how I lost so badly to an opponent six inches shorter than me. “I know I’m fine. You’re better.”
Sonia scrunched up her face and smiled guiltily.
“I’m Michael,” I said, extending my hand. But Sonia did not accept the handshake, instead, she raised her knife and laughed at me:
“Would you like to try again? Who knows, you might get lucky.”
I really got lucky. Not during the next game, mind you (he kicked my ass again just like before), no, I got lucky later that night when he invited me back to his dorm to watch Scaramouche’s big sword fight.
We got it on so well we hardly paid attention to the film. I can’t believe how good we are. We could almost finish each other’s sentences.
She was like a wild, glowing ball of light. Lively and serious. Bouncy, ruffled fun. Full of art, ideas and endless energy. Whatever the reason, she was as obsessed with me as I was with her. I have never been so happy to lose a fencing match.
At 2 am, Sonia and I were busy practising a completely different thrusting style. She started moaning incoherently and I penetrated her from behind, completely buried inside her warm body. I took those soft breasts in my hands and squeezed…
Sonia screamed with pleasure – her voice was so sexy – her hot body was trembling in my arms –
I pulled out and roared like an animal, exploding all over her perfect ass.
As Sonia and I both floated back to the ground, we saw her roommate standing awkwardly at the door, still holding the keys. Eyes wide open…
At that moment something inside us snaps. Suddenly, watching someone else was the greatest erotic fantasy. The next night, after fencing practice, Sonia pulled me into the girls’ bathroom, laid me down on the bench inside, and immediately got my cock pounded against her beautiful, naked body. A little while later, the other girls in the group innocently came in and saw Sonia sitting next to me. Most ran off laughing and screaming, but two girls enjoyed our little exhibitionist performance so much that they actually stayed to watch us finish.
Since then, our little “performance” has become commonplace on campus. We became minor celebrities at school and even had a few jokes written about us in the school newspaper.
Sonia was the love of my life and we were inseparable for the rest of college. We studied together, ate together, and we even tried to perfect those dangerous P90X workouts together – so needless to say, we were living together after graduation.
But then, at the last minute, the school suddenly changed its mind and decided that Sonia’s two transfer credits would no longer count toward her degree. Apparently “semantic linguistics” is not a “real” science. Try taking this great little piece of satire for a test drive.
We were kind of a mess. At the end of the semester came the news that Sonia and I had signed a one-year lease for a new apartment on the other side of California. I have a job there waiting to start in a few weeks.
So, no matter how bad it was, our only option was to go on a long-distance date over the summer. Actually, it’s not even the whole summer, just eight weeks. It was far from ideal, but we survived. How strict could it be?
It turns out, very much so. It’s hard. Like, throbbing, engorged, non-stop Viagra-like hardness. I discovered this on my first day on the job.
Chapter 1 – My first day at work
They called me the “interdepartmental liaison,” but in reality, my duties were basically limited to hauling dirt up stairs and driving back and forth across town because the two guys who owned the company refused to work at the same company.
Still, I can’t complain. The pay was ridiculously good for what I did, and for someone fresh out of college it was a great opportunity to meet vendors, learn about things, and see how things work in the real world.
As I said, I have two bosses, in two different offices on opposite sides of town. My boss at Site A was Jerry – an older man who actually made an effort to introduce me to everyone personally. Most of them only say hello in a weak, monotone “Hey.” None of them have any particular interest in me.
At least, that’s how I felt until Jerry introduced me to it–
“Mike, this is Claire, my assistant. She will be your primary point of contact at Point A.”
Oh God.
I tried to play it cool as the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life stood up from her desk to greet me. She brushed back a few strands of her short, bronze hair, smiled slightly, and glanced at me with her piercing ice-blue eyes. Claire was maybe five or six years older than me, and had a cool, mature image about her, like someone on the cover of a Parisian fashion magazine.
“Nice to meet you, Michael.”
The way she smiled at me was a little cold. Of course it’s polite – but it seems deliberately polite. It was like she wanted me to know that she needed to make a real effort to be nice to me.
Despite her brash character, there’s no denying that this woman is a stunning human being. Tall and slender, she wore a tight pencil skirt that showed off her long legs. And – because Claire has clearly won the proverbial superlottery of youth – she’s also on top, her designer shirt filled out with a pair of large, juicy breasts that are completely unworthy of being on such a thin body.
The more I think about it, the more I think it might be a good thing that Claire isn’t affectionate toward me. Considering that my girlfriend will be out of town for the next two months, the last thing I need is some beautiful woman flirting with me for four hours a day.
Of course, that’s exactly what I got from Tammy.
He is my contact person on the other side of station B.
Tammy grew up in Seattle with a fun-loving rock ‘n’ roll vibe. She’s about 22 and at least partly Japanese-American, but she’s as far from the cliché as you could imagine a “shy, beautiful Asian flower”: wild, friendly and hopelessly bubbly.
She also has incredible curves. Soft and sexy body, thick ass, and——
and and…
Damn it.
Her tits are huge. Like, as big as her whole head. Tammy’s tits rival the biggest offerings available at your local produce department.
I silently reminded myself not to drool.
“Hello I am-“
“Mike, are you okay?”
She got up from the table and walked across the room to meet me. I extended my hand to welcome her, but Tammy pushed it aside and embraced me completely – all those unbearably soft breasts pressed against me.
Tammy hugged me and whispered, “It’s so nice to finally meet you! There is no one my age at Station B, they are all in their fifties or sixties. I have no one to talk to. Imagine, when I found out that the new IDL was going to be a handsome young man!”
Oh crap. Did he really just say “cute”?
When I got home from my first day of work, I knew I was in trouble. My muscles were aching from carrying boxes up the stairs, but my erection was still there. I couldn’t believe my situation. For eight hours a day – half of my waking life – I got to work with two of the sexiest women I had ever seen.
Here I am without a girlfriend for the next two months. Sexual frustration is unbearable.
As I walked toward the front door and fumbled my keys in the lock, I consoled myself with the knowledge that I would only have to deal with Tammy and Claire at work. At least once I get off work, I don’t have to—
“Microphone?”
It was Tammy’s voice. I looked up and saw her and Claire standing in the hall three doors down from my apartment.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“We live here,” Claire answered shortly. “We’re roommates.”
Tammy shook her head in disbelief and smiled: “Is this really your apartment?”
“Yes, I came here last night…”
“I can’t believe it! What are the chances? We’re going to be neighbors!”
Oh wonderful.
An hour later, I finally reconnected with Sonia via a webcam, and even on the computer she could see how nervous I was.
“what’s wrong honey?”
“I just…I really wish you were here.”
She smiled and told me how cute I was. God, she’s beautiful. I remind myself that I’m so lucky to have a woman like her in my life.
Then, the power to the building went out.
No lights, no computer, and no way to charge my phone’s battery. But the worst part? No air conditioning. It was summer and the temperature in my house quickly rose to over 100 degrees.
Fortunately — or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it — our apartment complex has a swimming pool. My swimming trunks were still hidden away, God knows where, but I figured the black boxers I was wearing were modest enough to go out in public. So I stripped down to my underwear, walked toward the pool, and jumped into the cool blue water as fast as I could.
It’s not as crowded as you might think given the heat. All told, there were only six other people in the water when I got down there. There were two young children and their parents in floating swimsuits, an eighty-year-old woman in MuMo just trying to get her feet wet, and a creepy-looking old man wearing burgundy swimming trunks and a huge gold chain hanging around his neck.
As I floated on my back, enjoying the sensation of weightlessness, I tried not to think about the effect those two little kids were having on the chemistry of the water. After a long day of carrying heavy luggage up and down stairs, it was finally time to relax.
Everyone else got up and left the pool area, leaving me and the old lady alone. Unconsciously, I started having some interesting thoughts about my two beautiful co-workers/neighbors. Tammy and Claire… I wondered what Sonia would think of those two when she finally moved here in a few months. Would she be surprised when she realized I was so close to two world-class paragons of sex appeal? Jealous even?
No, that’s stupid. Anyway, Sonia wasn’t the jealous type, neither did she want me to spend the rest of my life blindfolded, not even noticing another attractive woman coming my way. God, there’s no crime in just looking at those two, is there? Of course not! All I did was look, nothing else.
No others.
No matter how much I want it.
Clang! The pool door slammed shut. I lazily turned my head to see who was in the pool with me-
There they were, coming toward me. My two beautiful tormentors, their delicious bodies wrapped in beach towels. I smiled at them and waved innocently, trying to look cool and not let anyone know that my heart was doing somersaults in my chest in anticipation of what I would see when the towel came off.
Please wear a bikini, please wear a bikini, please wear a bikini…
Don’t be surprised, brain!
“How’s the water?” Claire asked politely.
“Wet.” I smiled.
“Work for me!” Tammy cheered and promptly dropped the towel.
Her outfit wasn’t a bikini, but I won’t complain about the view. Damn, her curves are amazing. She wore a shiny white jumpsuit that stretched over her sexy body like a second skin.
She sank into the water and when she looked up for air and pushed her long wet hair away from her smiling face my cock became hard as granite.
“Oh!” Tammy cheered before turning back to her still dry friend. “Come in, it looks great!”
But Claire simply walked along the edge of the pool, came to the shallow end, and tested the water temperature with her toes.
Tammy turned to me and gave me a sly smile, “He’s kind of a coward.”
“I’m not a chicken.” Tang Youyou said impatiently. “I don’t like jumping into cold water without checking the temperature first.”
Tammy laughed, “Girl, how can the water be so cold? It’s a shade over a million billion degrees. We’re lucky this pool didn’t cook our pretty asses like lobsters.”
Claire ignored her and went to take off her beach towel — but at the last moment she stopped and took a look at me. The reason for her hesitation was clear from the look in her eyes: Claire wanted to know if things would get awkward at work if I saw her heading to the pool in the sexy outfit she had decided to wear.
Deciding to make it easier for her, I looked away and dived to the bottom of the pool for fun, hoping this exercise would do something to relax my penis. No luck.
When I came out, I saw Claire’s towel strewn across the edge of the pool, and I immediately spun around to get a quick glimpse of her gleaming, white body as she glided gracefully beneath the water.
Unlike Tammy, Claire decided to wear a two-piece suit; the top was gold, with only a drawstring and a pair of very revealing triangles to support the soft flesh of her breasts. I didn’t get a good look at the panties, but they were pink and pearl, and they were cut in a way that really showed off Claire’s incredibly tight ass and long, flexible legs.
When I try to start conversations with them, I wonder to myself what they think of me so far. I consider myself a fairly good-looking guy and between the fencing team and my fairly active lifestyle, I’ve always been in good shape. Still, I didn’t start to approach these girls on a sexual level, and I seriously doubted they fantasized about me all day long as much as I fantasized about them.
But what if one of them was interested in me? Well, yes, Claire certainly wasn’t, with her icy smile and curt handshake – but what about Tammy? She called me “cute” at the office and no doubt did all the flirting (there’s no way that girl didn’t know what effect her “friendly” hugs had on me, what with her rubbing her big tits against my chest).
Maybe she was just joking, but I thought it might be a good idea if I could find a way to subtly let slip the fact that I was in a serious relationship. Who knows? It might even make Claire feel more comfortable around me. Yeah. I should definitely bring up my girlfriend’s existence in conversation.
“Are there frequent power cuts here?” I asked.
Tammy replied, “Oh my gosh, that happens all the time!”
“We thought there were too many people running the air conditioners at the same time,” Claire said. “But we only had one building manager who could fix things, and he only came in the morning.”
Tammy caught me looking at her and gave me a mischievous smile. “It’s a good thing we have this pool to keep cool in the hot weather. I’m sure we’ll see you here a lot this summer.”
She pushed her body against mine, emphasizing the “bump.”
Yeah, well, she’s definitely trying to seduce you, Mike. You better mention your girlfriend.
Tammy walked through the water beside me and I did my best to ignore the way her breasts moved under the water.
Her name is Sonia, remember? You’ve been dating for three years. Love your life? Tell these girls you’re off the market!
Is it just me, or is Tammy’s swimsuit a little more transparent than it used to be when it dried? Looking back, I was really bad at maintaining eye contact.
Really, I thought to myself, what’s the rush? So this girl is flirting with you and there’s nothing wrong with that. She’s very sexy, but it’s not every day that a girl like that flirts with you. Maybe you should just keep it up. Tammy was having so much fun, why push it? Besides, Sonia and you are in completely different situations so it won’t hurt her if you flirt a little, right? You’re not really going to let anything go wrong here.
You don’t actually take Tammy back to your apartment and peel off her wet bathing suit with your teeth. You don’t actually put a finger between her legs so you can hear her moan while you spend hours licking and sucking her budding breasts. You don’t literally fuck her senseless in every possible position and on every available surface in your house.
Of course, you can probably do all of that. If you really want to. I mean, she’s clearly attacking you…
“My girlfriend will be angry if she finds out about the power cut.” The words sounded more forced and desperate than they should have. “She and I have signed a one-year lease.”
Tammy kept smiling, but I noticed there was some wind in her sails. As a courtesy, she quietly let herself float a few feet away from me in the pool.
Claire, on the other hand, suddenly seemed like a different person. She hadn’t shown me a genuine smile all day, but when she heard me say the words “my girlfriend,” she instantly calmed down. She started acting friendlier – even a little silly. This makes me wonder if her whole icy personality is just some subconscious defense mechanism she developed to avoid getting constantly beaten down at work.
The girls insisted that I tell them about Sonia – she was going to be their neighbor, after all – so I told them the truth about our whole frustrating long-distance situation.
“Eight weeks without seeing each other? That’s terrifying!”
“Tell me What happened.”
“Do you know anyone else here?” Claire asked, arching an eyebrow. “Or were you alone until then?”
“Well, I’m not planning on spending the summer in an apartment with curtains – but no, I don’t really know anyone here. Not yet, anyway. Haven’t figured out what I’m going to do yet.” “Now that I’m officially a Californian, I can start having a social life.”
My eyes kept darting back and forth between the two women I was in the pool with: Tammy – short, curvy, and sweet. Claire – tall, slender, attractive. Each of them ridiculously, impossibly beautiful in their own way.
I laughed and said, “I think my first night here might be worse than meeting you two.”
