The First Day Of Summer (Sequel to The Lake House)

Chapter 8

AN: So another little warning! Some of this is not suitable for kids! Again you’ve been warned! Contains swearing too!

“And we trust that you will be the responsible teenager that we know you are,” mom replied hugging me “You can have some friends over but I don’t want you throwing a party.”

“Got it,” I said trying to do everything they told me so they would leave on time. 

“We’ll be back in a week,” dad replied picking up his duffel “and everything should be like this by the time we get back.”

I nodded again as both parents kissed me goodbye. I walked them to the front door and waved goodbye. Once they were out of sight, I sighed and lied down on the couch. My mind was reeling. I couldn’t stop thinking about earlier. Like what had gotten into me? I was never one to initiate something like that. It was a bold and courageous move on my part. It’s just that Greg causes my hormones into overdrive and I couldn’t help myself.

Suddenly I felt my eyes start to feel heavy and darkness take over my vision.

The next morning I woke up around noon. I took a shower and made sure to scrub myself in the body wash Greg loved so much. Then I put on push up bra and a low tank top along with my cut off shorts. I blow dried my hair and then put it up in a ponytail. By the time I was done, there was a rapid knock on the door. My heart started beating wildly in my chest as I opened the door.

On the other side Greg shifted from foot to foot. He was wearing a plaid shirt and shorts. In one hand he was hold a single red rose and in the other he held a duffel bag. I smiled as he kissed me softly.

“I got you this rose,” Greg placed the flower in my hand as I was careful not to touch the thorns.

“Thanks. It’s beautiful. What’s in the duffel?”

“Clothes,” he said “I told my dad I was spending the night with you,”

My eyes widen “They’re okay with you sleeping here?”

“They trust us not to have sex baby,” he smirked as his eyes roamed my body “you look very…sexy.”

Placing the rose on the table, I took Greg’s hand and guided him to the couch “So what do you want to do first? Watch a movie?”

Greg shrugged his shoulders “Sure,”

Bad mistake…the movie he picked out had a sex scene in it and the room began to feel extra warm. The warm feeling in my stomach formed as I looked up at Greg. He looked down at me and kissed me passionately. His hands slid down to my waist and pulled me onto his lap. The people on the TV screen where panting and moaning and I could feel the heat radiating between us.

I moved so I was straddling his waist again and flushed my chest up against his. Greg’s hands cupped my ass and squeezed. I moaned as I he massaged them gently.

My senses were on overdrive as I took off his shirt only to find a wife beater underneath “Oh god,” I moaned. Greg was still massaging my ass. His fingers gently traced down my thigh and back up to my ass “Take the beater off now,”

Greg smirked and stripped it off. I moaned again when his hand came back to my ass. I moved my mouth down his neck towards his chest and flicked my tongue over his nipple. This time he groaned and moved his hands towards the end of my shirt “This has to go,” the shirt was discarded as he roamed his hand over my stomach and up to my breast. He kissed my jaw, then my neck and I gasped when his tongue traced up the side of my neck. He sent open mouth kisses back down my neck and then stopped at the valley between my breasts. Greg smirked all while licking in between them. I gasped again.

“Oh Greg,” I moaned before he grasped my breast and kneaded it. My nipples hardened from his touch and he flicked them gently “Fuck!”

I could feel his member harden between my legs “You want me to stop?” Greg panted.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growled

My hands found my bra clasp and took of my bra, my breast spilling out “Oh fuck,” Greg moaned and his mouth found my breast while his other hand flicked my other nipple. He then switched and I arched my back so my chest was in his face.

While he was doing that, I rocked my hips over his “Oh fuck! Kay!”

“You like that?”

Greg moaned “Fuck yea!” I began to rock harder.

Greg then hissed and his pants felt wet. He blushed and I kissed his swollen lips “That felt amazing,” I muttered against his lips.

We cleaned up and put our clothes back on and decided to watch a Disney movie after.

AN: I feel really dirty writing this. See no sex was in it but it was detailed. I’m really embarrassed now…my cheeks are turning so red right now. And I think I’ll stick to writing cheese instead of this.