Get-Together Summer (7 page)

He would slide his other hand up her back, under her
dress, tracing the smooth curve of it from her slim shoulders to
the fuller curve of her ass, already naked, and he might even try
spanking her once, to see if she liked it. If she did, she would
squeak and lean into him more, kissing him with greater eagerness
than before, spreading her knees to brace her weight so that he
could do it again, harder.

While he was doing that, Dirk would reach to pull her
head away from him, and while Simon would miss her kisses, he could
just turn his head a little to watch as Dirk pulled Haley's mouth
back to his cock. He would keep a firm grip on both sides of her
head so she wouldn't be able to escape, holding her still to fuck
her mouth with slow easy gestures. Haley would moan and whimper,
but she would obediently open her mouth and relax her throat so he
could slide easily in and out.

It would make a wet slick noise,
gliding easily as silk, and some of the saliva would drool out of
the corners of her mouth. And Simon thought he might try to kiss
her while she was doing that, even as he continued to spank her in
short sharp strikes, licking the corner where her lips were
distended, maybe even touching some of Dirk's cock with his own
tongue at the same time. It would taste like the both of them,
somehow; it would be a taste that he would know that was one
part
Haley
and one
part
Dirk
and in
his own mouth there would be
him
involved as well, so at least inside of him, it
would be all three of them together.

Dirk would continue to fuck Haley's mouth in long
easy strokes, long enough that Simon's arm would get tired, and he
would move his hand down instead, pushing through Haley's spread
buttocks and then up, to where her wet slit was. She would be
dripping at that point, enough that he could feel it running freely
down his fingers when he touched her. She would cry out at that,
high and surprised, and he would just run a finger along the outer
lips, through coarse damp hair, never quite either entering her or
finding her clit until her hips were moving on their own, restless,
silently asking. She would be moaning in small desperate gasps
around the girth of Dirk's cock, and when Simon finally pushed a
finger into her she would cry out, bearing down hard around his
finger.

(How would it feel?) She would be
hot and wet,
so
hot and
so
wet, and just thinking about it was enough to nearly make
Simon come on the spot. He had to pause in stroking himself, taking
a few deep shaking breaths in order to beat back some of the
terrible aching excitement inside of him. She would be so slick and
ready that there would be no resistance to his finger at all; he
would push directly into the depths of her, her walls flexing
eagerly around him, parting easily so that it seemed he could slip
his entire hand into her cunt with no problem at all. But no, that
wasn't what he wanted, so he would pull back, ignoring her mewl of
disappointment, and instead he would shift to press up against her
back, keeping his one hand securely between her legs, stroking
lightly until he found the swollen bump of her clit. And once he
did he would tease it, as lightly as possible, first dragging just
the pad of his finger over it, and then just the curve of his nail,
tracing lopsided circles as she squirmed and whined and rolled her
hips into him. He would look up and see Dirk looking down at them
both, his dusky face flushed and his mouth slack with lust, his
eyes shining and hot.

Once he was sure of Dirk's attention, he knew, he
would undo his own pants finally (or maybe they just were undone
all along, he thought, because that would make the whole thing so
much easier), and he would drag Haley's hips back against his, so
that they were snugly pressed together and so his cock was rubbing
between her legs from behind, teasing but not yet entering.

"Fuck her," Dirk would breath, his
voice thick and heavy. Haley would whimper desperately, her eyes
rolling, but Dirk wouldn't let go of her, wouldn't let her pull
away as he continued to stroke his cock in and out of her mouth,
all the way balls deep to just the tip, and in spite of her sounds
of protest she accepted it, her own hands coming to rest on his
hips now too. Simon would nod and he would shift, and oh, then he
would be
inside
and all that hot slick heat that had been around his finger
would be around his cock instead, her body readily accepting the
whole of him, sweet and eager. It would feel so good, and he didn't
know if he even had the words (or the imagination) to describe it.
Like jerking off in the shower, but better, especially once her
hips began to move against his. She would grind back against him,
the soft hot red globes of her ass pressing against him, and Simon
would take her hips in his hands, pulling her up until she was
kneeling doggy-style.

And then he would fuck her -- slow and easy at first,
to match the movements of Dirk's hips, so that she was in a perfect
balance of pushing back onto him, then back out over Dirk's cock.
He would hold her hips to keep her still, even though she would
struggle, hungry for more, until his own lust felt too hard to
control.

Then he would fuck her hard and fast -- harder and
faster than Dirk had fucked her before, when he'd been spying on
them, enough that he was forcing Dirk into a faster rhythm too. He
would let go of her hips at that point to take her breasts into his
hands as well, soft and full, with their hard nipples brushing
against his palms. He wouldn't hold them too hard, just let the
natural swaying motion of them brush her nipples against his
fingers again and again, reveling in their texture, and the way
that Haley whimpered and choked around Dirk's cock. He would fuck
her and listen to the sounds he drove out of her, and the sounds
she pulled out of Dirk in return, and he alone would be confident
and in control.

But in the end even he wouldn't be able to hold out
indefinitely, at which point he would curl over Haley's back and
take her breasts firmly into his hands, squeezing them, and he
would fuck her cunt so hard and fast that he couldn't believe his
own body could move that violently. He would continue until he
pulled an orgasm out of her, shrieking but muffled around Dirk's
cock, and he would continue moving until the movements of her mouth
made Dirk come as well -- he would pull back out of her mouth and
his cum would spatter across Haley's face. Maybe a little of it
would hit Simon as well, salty and thick. There would be a dab at
the corner of his mouth and he would lick it away before he pressed
his face into Haley's hair, sweat-damp but still smelling sweet,
and he would fuck her hard and fast still until he came, with
enough force to blind him--

Simon bit down hard on his sleeve as he came for
real, his cock jerking hard in his hands. His back jerked into an
involuntary hard arch, and he nearly choked on his next inhale. In
the aftermath he felt weak and shaky, almost exhausted, and even as
the lingering echoes of pleasure faded, he still felt lethargic and
heavy, slow as if he were trapped underwater. He remained curled on
his side for long minutes after, just breathing slowly in through
his nose and out of his mouth. A part of him still felt obscurely
guilty -- that fantasy had been more desperately detailed than he'd
intended for it to be -- but, he told himself, as long as he never
did it again, then he would be fine ...

He didn't expect to sleep, but he must have, because
the next thing he knew there was soft knocking on the door. "Simon?
Dinner's ready."

His eyes opened slowly. He was still tangled in
blankets, more than he remembered being, his head shoved partially
between his two stacked pillows. There was a slightly sour taste in
the back of his throat, spread across his tongue. He sat up slowly,
rubbing at his face. "Haley ... ?"

The door cracked open, just enough for her to stick
her head in. She gave him a single appraising look, pursing her
lips. "Or maybe you should just sleep."

"No," he protested. He tried to move, but his body
still felt sluggish, and when he shifted he was reminded that his
fly was still open, his cock damp and sticky against his thigh, and
so he stopped. "It's all right, I just fell asleep ..."

"There'll still be food later," she said. "You look
awful."

"I'm fine," he protested, nearly a whine. "Just need
to wash my face or something." When she didn't look convinced, he
finally swung his legs over the side of the bed, careful to keep
himself still wrapped up in his blanket. "It's all right. I'll be
fine."

"We could make soup or something instead, I think
there's broth ..."

"Ha
ley
,"
he whined again. "Just lemme wash up and I'll be fine."

She huffed but stepped back, closing the door again.
"If you say so. Whenever you're ready."

As her footsteps faded away, he oozed off the bed and
shuffled his way to his bathroom. In the mirror, his reflection was
honestly disheveled, more than he usually allowed himself to be --
no wonder Haley had been worried, he thought, peering at himself.
His normally-neat, fine blond hair was standing up in clumps, with
the beginnings of an impressive cowlick sticking out from the side
of his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were darker
splotches of flushed red on his cheeks in stark contrast to the
normal paleness of his skin. He pulled a face, squinting his eyes
and sticking out his tongue, then turned on the tap as cold as
possible to splash his face. The shock felt both bad and good;
after a few handfuls of water he at least felt capable of moving
and coherent speech. He dried himself, then gingerly tucked himself
back into his pants and zipped back up. A few runs with a damp comb
helped tame his hair somewhat, and then he headed downstairs.

In the dining nook, Haley was already seated, a book
in one hand and an empty plate in front of her. When Simon entered,
though, she sat up, fixing him with another keen look. "You made
it."

"Told you." He stifled a yawn behind one hand,
shuffling to take the chair to her right, where he'd sat that
morning. "What'd he make, anyway?"

"Brick chicken," Dirk announced as he swept in. He
was carrying a large covered plate, which he set down in the center
of the table before removing the lid with a flourish. Three small
flat birds, their skins a picturesque caramel brown, lay in a row,
surrounded by frills of green lettuce leaves and sliced lemon
halves. "There's also smashed potatoes and strawberry-spinach
salad. The rolls are still in the oven, but they'll be done any
second now, so--"

The oven began to beep, shrill and steady, and Dirk
cut himself off, almost twirling on his heel to head back into the
kitchen proper. Simon glanced at Haley in time to catch the fond
look on her face as she watched him go, her chin resting on one
hand.

"... It smells good," he offered, as the oven was
shut off and there was the clattering of dishes in the kitchen.

"It
is
good," she said, with unexpected
pride. "I helped. He let me try some of it, too. I think you'll
like it."

Simon put his elbows on the table and leaned to put
his chin in his hands. "Yeah?"

"It's as good as anything I've ever had. Better,
maybe." She tilted her head to look at him, her expression still
open and fond. "He's going to teach me, too. Maybe by the end of
this vacation I'll be able to make something like this."

He looked at the flattened chickens, pursing his lips
together. Other than their shape, they looked as perfect as
anything he'd seen in a cookbook or magazine, and now that he could
smell them as well -- garlic and lemon and something else
savory-sweet -- he had to admit that his mouth was watering just a
little. He tried to imagine Haley doing the same things as Dirk,
sweeping in and out of the kitchen with confident ease, beaming
over her accomplishments. He couldn't quite, though at least the
general thought of it was pleasant. "That'd be nice ..."

"Of course it is," Dirk declared, reappearing with a
plate piled high with gently-steaming bright gold biscuits. "What
are we talking about again?"

"Cooking, of course," Haley sat up in her chair, eyes
focused on the biscuits. "That's everything, right?"

"There are vegetables too," Dirk said, holding the
plate up when it looked like she would take it from him. "Hands off
this till I get back, or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else this'll be the last plate of these you ever
see." He fixed her with a stern look, but the corners of his mouth
were twitching, like there was a suppressed smile lurking there.
For her part, Haley sighed loudly, but her voice also sounded on
the edge of amusement, and she sank back into her chair, holding up
her hands to show him they were both empty. Dirk turned to Simon
now, though he continued to watch Haley sidelong. "I'm counting on
you, man. Don't let her have any of these, or else there'll be none
left for the rest of us."

Surprised, Simon blinked and pointed to himself.
"Me?"

"Unless there's someone else here with us, you." Dirk
shook a finger at Haley again, warning, and returned to the
kitchen. Bemused, Simon looked at her as well.

"Are they really that good?"

"
I
like them," she said, and jostled his elbow with
hers a little, playful. "So if you don't, I get the
extra."

"All right," he agreed, somewhat bemused. "I don't
care."

"More for me, then," she said, then raised her voice.
"Dirk!"

"Just be patient, baby," he called back; a moment
later he returned with two more large plates, one heaped with pale
creamy potatoes and one piled with various shades of green,
speckled with white lopsided blobs ("Goat cheese," Dirk said, at
Simon's dubious look) and thin scarlet slices of strawberry. Simon
had to admit, when everything was placed together like that, it all
looked genuinely impressive. He'd been to his share of fine
restaurants -- his father in particular thought of himself as an
epicure and would insist on trying the best of whatever he could,
whenever he could, so on all family vacations, there would be at
least half of the nights blocked off for various restaurants and
their varieties of tasting menus and other special treats. In the
grand scheme of things, Dirk's homemade meal probably wasn't
something he'd ever find in a world-famous restaurant, but the
pleased look on his face, and the smile on Haley's as she looked at
him in return, made it all seem far more special, somehow.