Caleb goes to his friend Jordan's summer house for a little vacation - what he didn't expect was the girl next door...
“Hold this please!”
Caleb was 1.5 steps inside the door, car keys still in his hand. And now he was holding a bowl of potato chips. Trying to remember if he’d really seen what he thought he’d seen.
She stopped in front of him. He had in fact seen it right. Dark red hair, the color of clay draped over bare shoulders. A sundress of that burnt orange that a sunset leaves just before dark. Legs, sandals. And a smile.
“I forgot these were in the oven,” she held up a tray of bacon-wrapped mushrooms. “Jordan will kill me if I ruin them!”
Hello gorgeous, she thought.
She reached out to take the bowl, but Caleb pulled it away. His mind was suddenly blank, completely empty. He just nodded toward the general direction of the yard.
She led him through the house, down a hallway and out the back door. As he followed, Caleb noticed the sway of her hips, the outline of her smooth calf muscle, the scent of her perfume as the breeze blew inside. Everything about her made Caleb think of a peach; warm tones, soft flesh, gentle curves. He was willing to bet she tasted as good as she looked.
The yard had a handful of people – eating, drinking, dipping their feet in the pool. They headed right for the barbeque, where was Jordan wielding tongs like a greatsword.
“Bonjour!” Jordan yelled, abandoning half a dozen burgers on the grill. His hair was bleached from the summer sun, almost white at the tips. Judging by his tan, Jordan spent most of his summer right by this pool. He threw his arms around Caleb.
“That looks much less gay on T.V,” she said, taking the chips from the hand Caleb had stretched out to avoid Jordan’s body.
In the sun, her hair was fiery. It fell heavily down her back. She held the bowl and looked at Caleb for a moment. She obviously knew he was one of Jordan’s friends. But she seemed to be looking for something else.
Screw Jordan. He has been holding out on me, she thought.
“Should have known you were French. You have nice lips.”
Caleb tried to say something, but came up empty. He was thinking about her lips too – stained slightly pink, like she’d just finished making a strawberry’s wildest dreams come true. They slowly curved into a wicked smile.
“Maybe not French. They never seem to be at a loss for words.”
The gate at the side of the yard swung open and their friends Marc and Eric came through carrying cases of beer. A bottle of Jack Daniels was stuffed into one of Eric’s back pockets. They piled their goods onto an already full bar. Caleb thought he heard the wood groan.
“Stop scaring the guests!” Eric said to her, handing them each a beer. “Caleb, how is it?”
Caleb took a desperate sip of his beer and nodded his answer. He was pretty sure that he’d never speak again. The strap of her sundress was sliding over the crest of her shoulder and his fingers indented the aluminum of the can as he resisted the urge to drag a finger along her skin and catch it – whether he’d push it up or down was undecided.
Jordan appeared, taking a beer. “I see you’ve meet Ginger. Next door neighbor and town terror, she is. Ginger, this is Caleb.”
Ginger. Of course she is. She must have heard it a million times. He was too far away to see the color of her eyes, but he knew they’d have gold flecks in them. The same color as the strands of her hair that turned nearly translucent in the natural light. Freckles dusted her nose, cheeks and shoulders, like she was out here by the pool everyday too. With Jordan. Was she with Jordan?
“He’s cute. Does he talk?”
He’d better stop looking at me like that or we’re going to be christening Jordan’s pool table in a minute. Her mind had a very clear picture of this dark Frenchman leaning over her back, pressing her chest to the green felt.
Jordan wrapped an arm around her waist, lifted and spun her away. Urging her down the two steps into the grass, he called, “Give the guy a minute! Go fill the salsa or something.” She tossed her head smartly as she cat walked away.
“Dude, you okay?” Jordan looked almost genuinely concerned about Caleb, for a second. Then a big goober grin was all over his face. He followed Caleb’s eyes to where Ginger had taken up residence alongside a couple of guys at the beer pong table.
“Is that your girlfriend?” Caleb choked out. He cleared his throat, regaining his voice and senses at the same time. She reached over the table to clear a red plastic cup away and her opponent casually glanced down her dress.
“Ha, I wish! Been after that my whole life. Marc too. But she is immune to the our charm.” Jordan watched her partner pass her a full beer for refills. “You’re welcome to try, mon ami. I wish you the best of luck, as you will need it.” He moved back toward the grill. “It helps if you actually talk to her.”
Asshole, Caleb thought. He’d just been caught off-guard. Not only because she was simply the most delicious looking girl he’d seen in ages. Yes, she was gorgeous. She looked fit while still soft in all the right places. Her sun-kissed skin begged to be caressed. But her manner was the cat that had really gotten Caleb’ tongue. She was flirty and forward – intensely confident. Ginger had teased him, challenged him and possibly even hit on him inside of 5 minutes. And he hadn’t said a word.
Caleb was not as shy as everyone thought. Once he spent a little time with someone, he might even be outgoing. But new people tended to make him nervous. Especially new people who looked like an R-rated version of Disney’s Little Mermaid. He had vision of her walking out of the water, long hair chastely covering her bare breasts, trailing sparkling droplets behind her as she came toward him on the beach…
After mingling for a while Caleb glanced at the beer pong table. Ginger's partner, Ryan, was using an awful lot of his body to help her line up a beer pong toss. He released her arm and she arched the ping pong ball directly into the opposing team’s last cup.
“Swish!” Ryan shouted.
“Fucking ringer!” Max accused Ginger as he drained the drink.
Everyone moved to immediately start another game, but Ginger begged off. Ryan pouted to no effect. She excused herself, laughing, and headed toward the bar.
Come on, Caleb. She was opening a can of beer when he walked up. A muscle in her arm twitched when she pressed on the tab. Caleb felt a twinge of pleasure course through himself at the sight of her body’s tiny, delicate movement.
“Hi,” he said to her shoulder. She turned and her eyes lit up.
“Hi Frenchie,” she smiled, still playful as she handed him a beer. “Welcome. Err… have you been here before? I don’t remember seeing you.”
Caleb shook his head. “I’ve been here before, but not since I’ve known Jordan. Never been to his house, though he talks about it every day.” It was a nice house – big but not ostentatious. Caleb hadn’t been around the inside, but the yard was perfect for a summer party.
“Mmmm. You have a nice accent,” she said. “I would remember if I had met you before.”
We definitely have not met. I would have been prepared for you if I’d known, instead of walking defenseless into an ambush of sundress and long legs, Caleb knew.
Everyone ate and drank throughout the late afternoon. Caleb shot some beer pong, played a few hands of cards with Eric and Marc. And he watched her. Ginger knew everyone – or if she didn’t, Caleb couldn’t tell.
She was a force of nature. And she certainly hadn’t forgotten about him. She came around often and when she did, she seemed to relax an extra measure. Caleb hoped he wasn’t hallucinating that she seemed to want to be near him.
“Would you?” she asked, holding out a spray bottle toward him.
She swept her hair over her shoulder in a dancer’s movement. Caleb felt his breath catch. Her shoulders and back looked strong, like she used her body for more than just hanging a sundress to maximum effect. He had always appreciated a healthy body on a woman. As an athlete he knew it was important. As a guy, he knew it promised a number of scandalous things that he was dying to experience.
He laid a layer of bug repellent over her exposed skin. The sound of the spray whispered that he should rub it in. As he considered the possibilities of putting his hand to her tanned flesh, she turned around.
“I’ll do your neck,” she offered.
I just want to touch him. Just once, she thought as Caleb removed his hat. He leaned his head down and shook, so his hair parted slightly over the back of his neck. Ginger used two fingers to brush errant strands away, and also to feel contact between her body and his. She gave him a light coat, the used all her hand to rub it in. Totally unnecessary, she knew. And totally worth it.
Caleb shifted slightly, into her hand. Inside he was purring like a cat.
Ginger played a natural hostess for the boys’ party. As she worked the yard, she found herself continually ending back at Caleb’ side. The dark-haired man had an almost narcotic effect on her – she felt slower, more languid in his presence. Part of her brain chalked it up to the heat and the beer. But it was also physical, like a field of gravity trying to pull her close.
As the sun set, Jordan and Ryan piled wood into the fire pit. Every male in the place came to help light it, except Caleb. He stayed in his chair next to Ginger.
“Why are all boys pyromaniacs?” she asked, opening a box of graham crackers. She broke one and ate half before handing the other piece to Caleb. They had matching deck chairs pulled up alongside the lighted pool.
“Same reason they like to grill. It’s very heroic.”
She laughed. “It would be truly heroic if one of them made me a s’more.”
Caleb went. The combined masculinity of the party had the fire going pretty high already. Jordan passed out long skewers. Caleb took two and speared marshmallows. He carefully drove the points through two squares of chocolate and heated the whole thing till it was in danger of melting. Ginger had graham crackers ready. She sandwiched one set and pulled it off the stick, then did the other. Marshmallow and chocolate stuck to the wood, so she used her fingers to free it.
She sat there holding a s’more in each hand, with marshmallow and chocolate smeared on her other fingers. She popped the left s’more in her mouth, making sure lick her fingertips clean as she drew them out. When her finger brushed her lips, Caleb felt a stirring beneath his shorts. She’d been looking at him as her lips formed a small, tight ‘o’ and she drew her fingers through as if they were the luckiest appendages in the world.
Caleb’ body was humming with tension. Using the other s’more, still chewing, she motioned him to lean toward her.
He took the s’more in his mouth and intentionally got her fingers as well. She was looking right at him, almost daring him to do something more than just eat the dessert. He slowly pulled his mouth across her fingertips, imagining he could feel the ridges of her prints tracing across his lips.
Ginger put the same hand to her own lips and tasted Caleb on her fingertip. “You missed a spot.”
Fuck. Caleb stood up and quickly excused himself. He nearly ran into the house. Throwing open the first three doors he could find, he gave up and went upstairs. The lock on the bathroom door slid shut as he was opening the zipper on his pants.
That was close, Caleb knew. He braced a hand against the counter to hold his weight, took his dick in his hand and began to stroke himself. He didn’t need to try to think of her. There was nothing else in his mind. Her hair lifting off her neck. One sandal sliding against her other leg. A single fingertip tugging at the plump center of her ripe lips.
His eyes rolled back as he pulled harder. Those lips… he could almost feel them on his throbbing cock. See his hands in her rich hair, hear her voice as she urged him on. He took her encouragement, sliding his fist quickly along the length of his shaft. Caleb held his breath slightly to increase the sensation of every blood vessel in his body straining to meet the idea of her.
Caleb almost pulled his dick off his body. He wrenched upright, panicking that he’d forgotten to lock the door or that he’d been moaning out loud.
“Uhh, just a minute,” he stammered.
“You’d better last more than a minute,” she said. “And don’t finish without me.”
WHAT? She knew exactly who it was and what he was doing. But had she really just said she wanted to join in?
“Are you coming?” she asked. Caleb heard the door across the hall open, then close.
This is not real, this is not happening. You passed out when you came and you hit your head. Really you’re lying on the bathroom floor with your pants around your ankles and your dick in your hand. She’ll probably find you like this and call the cops.
Caleb painfully stuffed his rock hard dick back into his shorts. He ran his hands under the sink then drew a palmful of water across his face. This is not really happening. The door opposite was closed – it could have been a closet. Caleb reached for the knob, then stopped. Instead he knocked softly.
Ginger opened the door a sliver, not enough for him to see her, and left it. She moved to the middle of the room. Still in her dress, she’d dropped her sandals downstairs before checking the house for Caleb. In the second floor hallway, she had heard him: a soft, throaty moan from behind a closed door.
For a moment she was embarrassed. A second later she was wet. Then she was knocking on the door.
What the fuck am I doing? Oh hell, who cares?! She evicted any thoughts of Jordan, his house, his friends or his house from her mind.
Caleb slowly poked his face around the side of the door. Twilight was pouring in the uncovered windows, giving the room a starlit feel. It was more than bright enough to see another person. And she was there – one arm across her middle, holding the other elbow. He stepped inside.
They were on each other in a second. The door closed itself. Ginger threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Not close enough, Caleb thought before they could even kiss. He slid a hand down her side, over her ass and lifted her leg, hitching it over his hip. His already obvious erection swelled and Ginger gasped as it pressed right into her sweet spot. She moved her hips, guiding the few wisps of material that covered her over the length of Caleb’s cock.
That was all he could take. He backed her to the wall and lifted her other leg around his waist. He was holding her in the air, pressed between the wall and his lap, as he ground his hips into her. He could feel every fold of her body through her clothes. The underside of his cock fit snugly into her slit. He could have fucked her like this, without really fucking her at all. Two, maybe three solid thrusts and he’d have come in his shorts.
Ginger had never felt someone so hard outside of actual sex. She moved as best she could to position his hard-on so the head was at her clit. Just the pressure of their bodies together with this giant rod between as almost enough to get her off.
Then, for the first time, they kissed. Caleb moved his mouth over hers, tugging her juicy bottom lip between his teeth. She opened her mouth, running a hand into his hair and drawing him into it.
Caleb’s tongue moved in her mouth the way he wanted to move inside her body. She tasted like watermelon and lip gloss, like hot summer nights and a sky full of stars.
Ginger pulled her hands across Caleb’ shoulder blades. Her entire body was screaming to be taken. She wanted him inside her, knowing that might not be enough. She wanted to disappear inside him, to be absorbed completely. Her breathing grew choppy at the thought of him forcing her over the edge.
“Caleb,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”
He peeled her legs from around his middle and let her feet drop to the floor. She tugged his shirt up, running a hand over his bare chest. He slid the straps from her shoulders and pulled her dress to the floor. She wore a dark green strapless bra and matching bikini underwear. Red and green, like the best fucking Christmas present ever, he thought.
Ginger could not have stopped herself if she wanted to. She tore open his belt and zipper like a doctor rushing into emergency surgery. Her hand went involuntarily to the front of his boxer briefs.
He really is that big, she thought greedily. Fucking hurry up! She pulled the waistband out and over, revealing the source of all their problems and pleasure so far. His thick, throbbing cock was already moist at the tip. Her entire being screamed to drop to her knees and take it in her mouth.
Before she could move, Caleb spun her shoulders around and pressed her to the wall. He ran a hand down her back, slowly over her ass and the slid his fingers into the soaking wet ache between her legs. She gasped and swiveled down onto his hand. He explored the lips of her pussy then stroked two fingers all the way into her. Slowly he moved them in and out, wetness coating him. She whimpered, begging him to go harder, faster, slower, deeper all at the same time. A soft pop announced when he’d finished with her from the back.
Ginger felt his erection pushing into the soft flesh of her ass cheek at the same time Caleb was running his hand over the flat of her stomach and reaching for her clit. He rolled it between his slick fingers and she moaned slightly. His dick was beating against her like a drum, begging him to give it to her good. Ginger agreed.
“Oh God,” she panted. “Fucking fuck me right fucking now.”
“You want it?” he whispered. He was buying himself time, trying to force his mind to cooperate so he wouldn’t come before even getting all the way inside her.
She rolled her head back onto his shoulder. “I’ve wanted you since the minute you walked in the door.”
So much for that helping me calm down, he thought.
Caleb pulled his hand from her clit and swiped a palmful of her juice over his knob. Lifting slightly with his hands, he spread her ass cheeks and placed his head to the fold in her body. She sobbed out a breath. He pressed into her, felt her hot, slick walls closing in around him. She was tight, so deliciously tight. He had to push hard over his entire length to squeeze himself inside her, desperately fighting the urge to blow his load before he lost his mind.
“Mon dieu,” he said. “You feel even better than you taste.”
Ginger thought she might black out. She’d been worried that she was so wet she might not feel a thing. Totally wrong. Caleb’s dick filled all her space and then some. She willed her body to make room, to give her as much of this amazing torture as there was to be had.
When he finally felt her pressed to the base of his shaft, he began to move. Slowly at first – she was tighter than he’d ever had, tighter than he’d ever even held himself. He stroked upward into her pussy, pressing her into the wall with the weight of his body. His hands took her hips as he felt his way around inside her.
Ginger matched his movements, rocking her ass slowly from front to back, pulling away as he did and pushing in at the same time too. As her body accommodated him, she felt the pleasure of his pressure all the way up into her stomach. His dick throbbed inside her, her body throbbed outside. She felt that when those two rhythms matched it would be the end of the world as she knew it.
Her body was now taking Caleb’s cock in fully, more easily with still the exquisite fullness. He varied his thrusts – short, long, hard, slow. It was intensely pleasurable, and she knew he was fighting off his orgasm. Hers was coming, and coming fast. She was shaking and her knees felt weak. She knew she wouldn’t be able to support her own weight when she came and prayed he’d be fucking her so hard that she’d just melt into the wall.
A low, solid hum was building in her lower body. From the lips of her pussy where she felt Caleb’s balls high and tight as he drove into her, into the valley of her hips and up to the pit of her stomach. The pitch increased, and with it the trembling sensation of packed snow just before it releases an avalanche. She angled her ass back, offering Caleb a different stroke. When he took it, his dick brushed her g-spot. On the backswing, the ridge of his head caught the sweetness and she bucked against him. He didn’t need to be asked.
When her body rocked back hard, Caleb knew he’d found the spot. Thank God, I’m about to lose it, he thought. But he wanted to go out with a bang. He moved his right hand back over her mound and pressed his fingers to her clit. She bucked again. He matched the timing inside and outside of her body, alternating so her hot spots were never left unattended. Her breathing became ragged and she rutted into him.
Her walls started to strain against his girth. She was clamping down, trying to suck every sensation from the pleasure he was pounding into her body. Her fingers were white where they pressed against the wall. Caleb continued to hammer into her, the perfect round rise of her ass meeting his lap every time.
She moaned, low and long, knowing her body could not last much longer. It was too intense –how sexy he was, how badly she wanted him, how insane that was doing this, here, with someone she didn’t know. Breath was hitching in her throat and her vision starting to blur.
“Caleb,” she whimpered.
He’s saved the best for last. Caleb moved his hand across her lower stomach, just above the little patch of dark red hair, right where he knew her g-spot was on the inside of her body. On his next thrust, Caleb pressed his palm against her stomach, bringing her closer and forcing the full brunt of his stroke right into her magic button.
Ginger screamed. The sound tore right out of her throat like an animal. An earthquake ripped through her body, a tsunami crashed over her head, the lights went out in her brain. Holding on as tight as he could, Caleb worked his hips to give her every last ounce of stimulation. Her orgasm hit Caleb like he’d licked a light socket and there were tears in his eyes as he fought for the control to empty her out before filling her up. He continued to milk her body for every drop of luscious, delirious ecstasy.
Caleb’s own bombshell had been building since the bathroom. Ginger’s body finally gave out and went slack in his arms. The pressure inside her eased just slightly and Caleb felt all the energy in his body rush to his dick. Any new space was filled instantly and Caleb strangled a cry as he exploded inside of her. He ceased to exist for a moment as his cock released all the tension of every muscle in his entire body. Moving inside her, giving himself a little rub, he drained his climax into her tender pussy. When he came to his senses, they were both completely destroyed.
Ginger was still pressed to the wall, her head to the side, panting. Caleb pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. Supporting her with a hand to the back, he pulled out of her. Their bodies were soaked. Caleb traced a finger through the wetness on the inside of her thigh and she trembled. He pulled her from the wall and sat them both down on the floor, then pulled her back into his arms as he lay down. She rolled into him, arm across his chest and leg over his thigh.
“I want to do that again,” she whispered. “We have to go back downstairs or they’ll come looking for us. But later, tonight. Will you let me take care of you?”
“In case you missed it, I almost blacked out I just came so hard for you,” Caleb laughed.
“But you did all the work,” she smiled. “Next time it’s my turn.”
I cannot believe this happened. And is still happening. Not only had she really followed him up here and completely fucked him senseless, she was asking to do it again. Asking! As if she had to ask if she could please, pretty please, make me see the face of God while being balls deep in the hottest girl. Asking.
She reached down and placed her hand flat over his exhausted dick, in case he needed convincing. Instead he rolled her onto his chest and kissed her, slowly and deeply, promising that he would not let her be the only one working hard tonight.
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