The Broken Summer

Lucas: Red Lace

Lucas

Summer was drunk, really drunk. She’d drank until the sweet girl I’d met earlier seemed to disappear. She was so drunk that she could barely walk, but that didn’t stop her from dancing. She spent almost half an hour on the dance floor, stumbling around in circles falling into the innocent bystanders who’d only shrug her off, leaving her to tumble into her own pit of despair. I sat on the sidelines, watching Summer unravel into this embarrassing mess of a woman. I didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t my girlfriend. She wasn’t my responsibility. But there was no one else here to take care of her, but me. Jonathan and Grayson sat at the bar whispering into each other’s ears, not seeming to care, and her best friend Katie, had disappeared. Where were her friends? Where were the people she could rely on?

That left me, the only one of Summer’s friends that actually seemed to care about her. After spending an hour trying to drag Summer off of the dance floor and into a taxi, we were finally home. As we stood at my front door, my eyes wandered to hers, and she was looking up at me, like she always seemed to be. But this time it was different. She glared at me through her messy hair, her eyes hovering over my lips. I averted my eyes away from her as I strode through the front door, listening to Summer stumble in behind me. In a sudden eruption of passion, she pulled my body towards her, gripping my shirt, and pushing me up against the wall. I was so overwhelmed by this sudden rush of aggression, that I completely lost control of the restraint and composure I’d been practicing. My breathing quickened and became panting as I heard the door slam behind me, as if Summer had kicked it shut. Her body was now pressed up against mine, as her lips pounced. She kissed me aggressively, with a great amount of need. I reciprocated her aggression, twisting her body around, so she was now pressed up against the wall. As my body arched into hers, I felt every inch of her body fit the shape of mine.

The sensation of feeling Summer’s lips collide with mine was incredible. Since the moment we met there had been so much sexual tension lingering between our bodies, teasing us to act on our desires. Now, as I felt her body pressed up against mine, I became even more sensitive to her touch. My body moved quickly with hers, as every ounce of passion from within me exploded into our kisses. More than anything I wanted to throw Summer onto my bed and have her right there and then.

I slid my hand up the back of her dress, and felt the texture of her soft, delicate skin. I ran my fingers up her thighs teasing her as I tickled the skin surrounding her panties. Summer melted under my touch. As my hands continued to wander, she became frustrated, ripping my shirt open and sending buttons scattering across the floor. After ripping away my shirt, Summer put her hands on my chest and began to push me towards the bedroom, smothering me with kisses as we went.

As we stood in front of my bed, Summer gripped the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. As I helped her pull the dress off, I stared at Summer’s amazing body. Yes, I’d had a preview of Summer’s body earlier, but it was nothing compared to seeing her stand before me in her lacy red underwear, begging me with the pleading look in her eyes, to remove them. It was a major turn on. My eyes traced the outline of her body, as she stood before me. Her body was curvy in all of the right places. As my eyes ran down her body, I admired the way her small waist flowed into her wide hips and tight behind.  As Summer looked shyly from her own body to me, I knew what she wanted me to do. And I wanted to do it. More than anything I wanted to see what Summer looked like beneath her lacy bra and panties. I wanted to spend all night exploring every inch of her body. But I knew I couldn’t.

As I looked down at Summer, the vulnerable look plastered across her face brought me back to reality. 
“I can’t do this Summer. You’re drunk,” I said, struggling to even come out with the words. As much as I wanted to completely devour Summer, I knew I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want it to be like this. I didn’t want to be that guy. 
“Please Luke. I want you so bad,” She said softly, as her arms moved behind her back to unclip her bra strap. Summer’s bra fell away and it took all my willpower, to avert my eyes from the body I had been fantasizing about all day. I looked Summer in the eye as I spoke, “I don’t want it to be like this Summer. I want you to remember every second we’re together. I want you to remember every way I have you, and everything I do to you, and I don’t want you to forget,” 

As I finished speaking, I scooped Summer up and placed her in my bed. She looked hurt, -rejected almost, but still more beautiful than ever. As I pulled the covers over her body, and placed her head softly upon my pillow, I stopped for a moment to study her. Summer was beginning to drift into sleep, as her body finally caved into the nagging exhaustion of her sleep deprived eyes. I’d noticed that her eyes, while beautiful, seemed to always look drained, as if she hadn’t slept for days. Despite the fact she was always smiling, her eyes always looked so sad. Beneath the layers of mascara and colorful eye shadow, I recognized the sadness in her eyes that she tried so hard to conceal behind her confidence and bubbly personality. I could see beneath the surface of her facade. I could recognize the eyes of a broken girl from a mile away.

I leaned over Summer, focusing on the element of sadness that appeared to be so much more evident in her now vulnerable state. I’d learnt so much about Summer today. I’d learnt she loved orange, and hated black. I’d learnt she was from California. But most importantly, I learnt she was a normal person. She wasn’t as perfect as she’d first seemed; I didn’t want her to be. She had flaws, and problems, but that was okay. Because above all of her complications and flaws, she was a beautiful person. She was complicated, and complex, and I still had so much to learn about her. But most of all I wanted to know what was making her sad. I wanted to know what it was that had left her this broken, so I could do everything in my power to un-break her.  

 As I lowered my face to Summer’s, with my lips lingering over her forehead, I promised myself I would do everything I could to fix her broken heart; to remove the sadness hidden in her eyes, and give her the happiness she deserved.