Becca Bellamy
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Summer Break - Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-07-15 05:17:57 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
Alexis woke up feeling guilty. She knew she didn't need to feel guilty. She hadn't really done anything the night before and she and Tim had an agreement about their summer break, but she still woke up feeling guilty.
She pulled the covers aside and looked down at her stomach. She thought of the night before, of the party at the beach. She thought of Andrew, the guy she'd met at the party. She thought of how he'd looked at her the moment he arrived at the beach, of how he'd come over, of how he'd offered up an utterly irresistible smile, of how he'd flirted with such charm and skill, of how he'd touched her, of how his hands had felt against her stomach when he'd stepped behind her and put his arms around her for a few moments while they watched a few guys boldly surf in the moonlight.
Alexis closed her eyes and ran her fingers over her stomach. It was like she could feel Andrew's hands on her smooth skin. It was like she could feel his body against hers. It was like she could feel the warmth of his skin against her back. Alexis's fingers slipped into her panties and she was both dismayed and thrilled to find that she was wet.
She didn't have to feel guilty about getting wet for another guy. She and Tim had a deal. They'd come to an agreement. Tim would almost certainly find himself hard for another girl at some point during the summer. They were nineteen years old. That's what nineteen year olds did. They lost every battle to their hormones.
Alexis felt guilty, though. She wondered if Tim would be heartbroken if he knew she'd let someone else touch her the way Andrew touched her. She wondered if he'd be doubly heartbroken if he knew she was playing with her wet pussy while thinking about Andrew's touch.
At least they hadn't kissed. Andrew had wanted to kiss her. Alexis could see it in his eyes, in his body language. She'd considered it. Part of her had wanted it. She'd very nearly offered up the signals that would have let him know she was okay with being kissed. She hadn't, though. Instead, she'd told Andrew that she had a boyfriend.
Alexis thought of the look on his face when she'd told him towards the end of the party. She expected he might be hurt, or annoyed, or even a touch angry. He hadn't been any of those things, though. To her it seemed that Andrew was utterly unbothered by her admission, that he might have viewed it as a challenge.
To her dismay, Alexis found herself masturbating to the idea of Andrew trying to seduce her despite the fact that she had a boyfriend. Her finger moved faster over her clit. She grasped one of her breasts through the thin white t-shirt she'd worn to bed. She found her nipple and gently pulled on it, releasing a soft moan as visions of Andrew and Tim danced through her head.
An orgasm tore through her body. Her toes curled and her loins convulsed as Alexis worked to keep herself quiet so it wouldn't be obvious to her parents that she was in the midst of sexual bliss.
When it was over, Alexis opened her eyes and uttered, "Fuck."
The guilt had returned. It felt overwhelming. She hadn't cheated. They had an agreement, after all. She still felt bad, though, and Alexis wasn't entirely sure how she was going to handle the rest of her summer.
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Tim woke up feeling a bit embarrassed.
Embarrassed that he'd masturbated to thoughts of his girlfriend giving another guy a blowjob. Embarrassed that he'd enjoyed it so much. Embarrassed that thinking about it the morning after brought about another wave of arousal. Not even twelve hours had passed and already he was eager for more.
Tim wanted to call Alexis, but she was three hours behind him in California and she'd still be asleep. So instead he got up and hopped into a cold shower, thinking it might help deflate the arousal he felt.
It didn't. It was uncomfortable, but his mind seemed intent on conjuring imagery that shouldn't have aroused Tim but managed to do so nonetheless. He thought of the brief video clip of Alexis with another guy's arm around her waist. He thought of the imagery he'd fantasized about the night before, of Alexis giving head on a beach and in a car. He thought of all of that and he wanted to masturbate, but Tim put his thoughts aside and made breakfast instead.
His brother came downstairs right as Tim was pouring himself a bowl of cereal and he'd never been so grateful to see Parker. He was a distraction. They could talk about anything other than Alexis and Tim would have at least a few moments of freedom from his brain's desire to masturbate once more to thoughts of her indulging in pleasure with another man.
"Hey, man," Parker said. "Sorry I missed you yesterday. Work went really fucking late."
Parker was a waiter at one of the more popular local restaurants and weekend shifts tended to run late, especially if there were big groups.
"No problem," Tim replied as he stepped into a hug with his older brother. "Good tips last night?"
Parker flashed a smile. "Really good tips last night. Plus...you know."
Tim raised his eyebrows and Parker's smile got a little bit bigger, confirming that he'd hooked up with the waitress he'd been flirting with since she started working there six months ago.
"Congrats," he said.
Parker poured himself a bowl of cereal, dumped way too much milk on top, and took a big bite before asking, "Are you having withdrawals?"
Tim offered a confused look.
"Your girl, man. You're away from her for the first time in months and you're not getting any for quite some time. Are you having withdrawals?"
"A little. I don't know. I think so, yeah."
Parker laughed.
Tim considered telling his brother about the arrangement he and Alexis had made, that he was effectively free to try and find someone to help deal with those withdrawals. It seemed unwise to bring it up, though, as Tim suspected his brother would just laugh at him, and maybe with good reason. Maybe their arrangement was utterly insane. Maybe Tim should call Alexis as soon as she was likely to be awake and tell her that he wanted to call it off.
"You okay, man?" Parker asked.
Tim swallowed, briefly choked on a bit of cereal, and spewed a bit of milk out of his nose, making a mess on the counter. Parker laughed uproariously as Tim grabbed a paper towel to wipe his face and the counter.
"Yeah, I'm okay," he finally answered. "You're right, though, I think I'm having withdrawals. I mean, you know."
"She's the first one, right?"
Tim nodded.
"Yeah, I get it." He dipped his spoon into the cereal and asked, "A month before you see her, right?"
"Yeah."
"Welp, you and your hand are going to get reacquainted over the next month, brother, and there's no shame in that."
Parker smiled, laughed, and took his bowl and headed for the living room. Not long after the TV came on. It sounded like golf, which surprised Tim. Parker didn't like golf. It wasn't important enough to ask about, though, so Tim finished his cereal, put his bowl in the dishwasher, and grabbed his phone to try and arrange something with his friends that night.
He was in the middle of sending a text to their group chat when Alexis messaged. "Hey. Are you up yet? Can we talk?"
Tim called.
"Hey, baby," she said in her soft, perfect voice.
He headed upstairs to his bedroom. "Hey. It's so good to hear your voice." Tim thought of what he'd fantasized about the night before. He thought of the orgasm he'd had. He thought of how good it had felt. He thought of how much that had worried him.
"Yeah, you too. So...I don't...there was something we never really talked about with our...with the arrangement we made. Our deal, I guess."
Tim stopped in his doorway. His pulse started racing. "Yeah? What's that?"
Alexis was silent for a few seconds as Tim stepped into his room and locked the door. He headed for the bed, pulled the covers back, and climbed in all while his girlfriend remained silent.
"Alexis?"
"Yeah. Sorry. It's just...should we tell each other?"
"Tell each other what?"
Alexis took a deep breath while Tim found himself not breathing at all.
"If we do...if we do something with someone...you know, if one of us does something, should we tell each other about it? Would that be smart? Should we make it part of the deal that we have to tell each other everything?"
Tim thought of Alexis giving a blowjob. He tried to push the thought of his brain, but he couldn't help it. He shook his head. He reached up and lightly slapped his face. He wanted it to go away, to make that thought disappear. More than anything, though, he wanted the arousal that came with that thought to disappear forever.
"I...well, I don't know," he answered, despite wanting very much to hear every little detail of what she'd done the night before.
"It's just...well...last night, as you know, I went to a party. And there was this guy, and nothing really happened with him, but also, I mean, something kind of happened with him. Or the something that happens right before something happens happened."
It took Tim a few moments to unravel the tongue twisting nature of her confession. "So wait, something happened but not really? Like, a kiss?"
"No, not a kiss. Just...just some touching. Not like intimate touching, you know, he wasn't like playing with my tits or anything. Just some touching while we hung out at the beach."
Tim thought of the guy's arm around Alexis's waist. He thought of everything that simple, brief bit of video had led his brain to conjure. His hand moved between his legs. He stroked himself through his shorts. He got hard in what felt like an instant.
"I saw a video," he confessed without meaning to. It just came out.
"What? What do you mean? What video?"
Tim mouthed 'fuck' as he regretted his inability to keep quiet. "Jenny, your friend, she posted a reel from the party. You were in it. Really briefly. But you were standing by the fire with a guy. He had his arm around you. Around your waist."
"Oh."
Tim didn't say anything. Alexis had no reason to be mad at him, but it seemed possible she was, so he didn't say a word.
"Well, what did you think? When you saw the video, I mean."
Tim considered telling the truth, but that seemed insane. No man would admit to what he'd thought, to what he'd done, right? No man would say that to his girlfriend. That would be insane.
"I don't...I mean...I don't know. Was that the kind of touching you were talking about? What I saw in the video. Was that...was that all it was?"
"No...I mean...yes, kind of. There was a point where he moved behind me and put his arms around me. His hands rested on my stomach. I could feel his chest against my back. We were watching some guys surf in the moonlight. He moved behind me. He put his arms around me."
Tim was hard as a rock. He took his shorts off and hoped that Alexis wouldn't hear. He lowered his underwear to his knees and took his cock in his hand. Alexis was describing the most innocent of touching and yet he found himself immensely aroused.
"And that's all it was? That kind of touching?" he asked.
"Yeah. And talking. We spent most of the night talking, actually."
Kind of like a first date, Tim thought. The notion should have bothered him - and it did, a little bit at least - but it turned him on, too. It turned him on to the point that his dick swelled up more than usual. The head was bigger and the color a little darker.
"He wanted to kiss me," Alexis said.
Tim felt a telltale surge in his cock and stopped stroking. His loins pulsed as he neared an orgasm. He squeezed his dick and stopped just short of cumming.
"What...what did you want?" Tim asked.
She didn't answer. Tim could hear her breathing, though. It sounded heavier than usual. Maybe she was nervous. Maybe it was something else.
Tim closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He decided to take a risk. "Alexis...I have to tell you something."
"What?"
She sounded like she was worried, like she thought Tim was going to be mad.
"Last night, I watched the video dozens of times. Or the few seconds of it that had you in it."
She was silent for a few seconds. "Really? Why?"
Tim took another deep breath. "When I saw it the first time, I felt something...unexpected, I guess. Then I kept watching it and I kept feeling...I kept feeling this particular kind of way."
"What did you feel?"
Tim looked down at his cock. He was still so hard. The head was still so plump and dark, like it was angry. There was enough precum leaking out of him to leave most of his cock shiny and slick.
"I was...I was turned on," he admitted.
Nothing came from the other end of the call. Then, very quietly, Alexis said, "Really? Seeing his arm around me...it turned you on?"
Tim's heart pounded at a worrisome pace. "Yes. And when I got turned on, I started to think about other stuff. And then I..."
"What other stuff?" she asked.
"Like you kissing the guy. Like him touching you in other ways."
Her breathing sounded heavier. "Touching my breasts?" she said. "Did you imagine that?"
Tim stroked his cock. He had to. He couldn't stop himself. "Yes. I did."
"And did that turn you on?"
He stroked faster. "Yes, it did. I imagined his hand in your bikini top. I imagined him playing with your breasts while you kissed, while you made out."
Tim was certain he heard a moan. Alexis might have been trying to keep it quiet, but he was damn near certain he heard it.
"And did that turn you on too? Thinking of him...thinking of him playing with my tits while he kissed me, did that turn you on?"
Tim groaned. He was past trying to hide the fact that he was turned on, that he was masturbating. "Yes, Alexis, it turned me on."
"What else did you think of?"
"I thought of him...I thought of him fingering you. Of his hand in your bikini bottoms, of him fingering you while you kissed him."
She moaned louder. "Did you like that?"
"Yes," he admitted. "I thought of him...I thought of you going down on him, Alexis. Fuck, I thought of you going down on him on the beach, of you giving him a blowjob...fuck, I thought of that and I came. I had a fucking orgasm."
Tim heard the sounds of...wetness. That was the only way he could think to describe it.
"Are you masturbating?" he asked.
"Yes. Are you?"
"Yes."
"Tim...a little innocent touching was all that happened last night, but he wanted to kiss me...and I wanted to kiss him. I didn't. I thought it might be too much, it might be awful to do to you, but I wanted to kiss him. It just felt so good when he touched me."
Tim was so close to cumming.
"I already...I already masturbated once this morning. To him. And to you too. But to him. I already came once this morning, Tim, and I'm going to cum again. I am."
"Me too," he admitted.
"Tim...baby...should I think about him while I cum? Should I think about him fingering me while I have him in my mouth? Should I think about blowing him while he plays with my pussy?"
"Yes!"
Tim came. He came while he thought of exactly what his girlfriend had described. From the sound of it, she came too. She was clearly trying to stifle her moans, but she was cumming right alongside him.
It felt surprisingly satisfying to cum with her like that, even if the circumstances of their arousal were unexpected and perhaps a little strange.
"That was...well, thank you for that," Alexis finally said.
"It was my pleasure. Believe me."
They were both quiet for quite some time and Tim was content to listen to her breathing as his cock softened and he pulled his underwear off to mop up the mess he'd made.
"So...should we tell each other about...whatever we get up to this summer?" he finally asked.
Alexis laughed softly. "I think it might be more fun if we do. What about you?"
"I agree."
"Well then, I guess it's decided. I'm gonna go have breakfast. I love you, though, and I miss you."
"I love you too, Alexis."
She hung up and Tim tossed his phone aside, closed his eyes, and smiled. It seemed like summer had the potential to be a lot more interesting than he'd expected.
