A Summer to Remember - Sex Stories

A Summer to Remember

... and my head definitely hurt a bit. But the more noticeable thing was that my cock was rock hard. It's not a completely unknown occurrence in the morning, but it doesn't always happen. Normally I would open my laptop and jerk off to some internet porn in a moment like this, but my thoughts turned to Heather instantly.

"It's just a fantasy," I told myself. "No big deal."

I slid my boxers off and took my hard cock into my hand. I envisioned being over at her house, mowing the lawn. I'm sweaty and hot and go knock on the front door, hoping to get a glass of water or lemonade. The door is slightly ajar when I get to it.

Pushing the door open, I say loudly, "Heather? You here?"

No answer.

Stepping in further and saying her name more loudly, I hear a call from her upstairs bedroom, "I'm up here, Ben. Come on up. I need your help with something."

I start up the stairs, my heart beating harder and faster. As I enter her bedroom, the door to her bathroom is open and I can hear the shower is running.

"Come here," she calls out.

I inch my way into the bathroom and, through the steamed up glass, I can see that she is in the shower.

"Good. Come over here, Ben. I need you for something."

"Um, Mrs. Johnson, I don't think I, um, should be in here with you in the shower." My voice sounds kinda squeaky.

"It's Heather not Mrs. Johnson, remember? And I want you in here. I need you, Ben." She steps to the shower door and I can she the outlines of her curves even ...

... if the steam is blurring things.

She slides the shower door partially open. "I need you to make love to me, Ben." Her gloriously large breasts are covered in suds and look amazing.

"You, you do?" I stammer out.

"Yes, I do," she says as she grabs my hand and pulls me to her. "Now, get your clothes off and get in here."

I follow her instructions and, soon, my rock hard cock and I are in the shower with her. She guides my hand to her sudsy pussy as she starts stroking my cock.

My fantasy was going great. The only problem was that it was over too quickly as I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum onto my belly barely 5 minutes into my fantasy. I wiped up and ended up falling back to sleep. When I woke up, I felt almost 100%. I felt good enough to go to work that day at least. While at work, I got a text from Heather checking up on me. A silly thought enters my mind, "She's been thinking of me too!"

I told her I was fine (she didn't know about the huge smile that was on my face while I was texting her). That morning, I had thought about lying to her about how I felt just so I could see her, but that felt childish. She wouldn't be interested in me anyway, right? And I shouldn't be pursuing her. I mean, my fantasy was great and all, but I didn't really want to get with Mrs. Johnson. Did I?

It was obvious that our plan for me to attract Jocelyn had failed. I was disappointed in that, but at this point it was really only because that gave me an excuse to interact with ...