Boyfriend for the Summer

She grins. “No, it hasn’t.” Sliding off the bed, she saunters over to where her clothes are still on the floor, and I get a stunning view of her ass. God, I could watch her walk around naked all day. She slips into her panties. And then her shorts, and I sigh as her body disappears from view. Seph shoots me a sassy grin over her shoulder at the sound. “Thank you for not tearing my clothes off by the way. That would have been hard to explain walking across camp.”

I smirk. “You’re giving me ideas for next time.”

She looks troubled for a moment, and I bite my tongue from asking her what is wrong. I know what’s wrong. The ghost of Leena is between us, and right now with her on her way out the door we don’t have enough time for the conversation. Finally, she smiles. “Yeah.”

My chest eases. At least for now, there will be a next time. That’s something, at least. “See you at dinner?”

She nods, staring at me for a moment and blushing before unlocking the door and slipping out. I lean back on the bed, taking a deep breath. Holy fuck. This day has been a whirlwind and it’s not over.

I need to make a time to go into town, I can pick up a replacement tire for the bus and I’ll check with the kitchen staff if they need anything for meals and the bonfire this Friday. I need to put my clothes on and check on everybody and make sure everything is going smoothly. But the only thought that’s filling my mind right now is the way that Seph tastes and how I want to bury myself in her again and again until we’re both so exhausted that we can’t move from the bed.

Ducking into the bathroom, I take a quick shower. It’s a decently large shower, and it might be fun to bring Seph in here and…fuck why is this so complicated?

I’m not even sure where we fell apart. When we were here that summer, we were so in love. And we were those teenagers that I have to keep an eye out for, sneaking off to have sex whenever possible. And then later, when by some miracle Seph and I ended up at the same high school, it was like the summer had never happened. No spark at all. Thinking about that still hurts, and I fucked up. I rebounded with the worst person possible for Seph.

Maybe if I hadn’t, things would be different now. But Leena was bright and shining and at the time she was a balm for how much I was hurting. And as stupid as it was, we continued to be that for each other over the years.

But we were never meant to be, and now that we’re not together I can only hope that I can repair the damage that the two of us did, and find out what really happened between Seph and me. Why did she give up so suddenly? What did I do?

Even after everything we just did, the thoughts of her in this shower with me have me hard and stroking my cock hard enough that I see stars when I pour my orgasm down the drain. I need her again. Always.

I dry myself off and try to untangle the thoughts still in my head, though it doesn’t seem like that’s going to be possible.

I pull on my pants and try to shove the unanswered questions from my mind so that I’m able to function and do my job. But it’s still an echo.

What did I do? What can I do now? How can I make her mine?

11

Persephone

Six Years Ago

“Boo.”

I startle at his voice, wrapped up in the writing as I was. Eric presses a kiss to my cheek as he bends over my shoulder, a secret, hidden kiss. We’ve had to be careful, and yet not too careful. Because ever since we kissed at the waterfall it’s like a match was lit to waiting gasoline. That was both of our first kiss, and we weren’t great. But over the past few weeks we’ve gotten better.

And Even though we’ve been trying not to be too obvious, I think it would be clear to anyone who sees us together. The same way that Leena and I were last year, Eric and I are inseparable. And she might not forgive me for saying it, but hanging out with someone you can make out with is a lot more fun.

“Hi,” I say. “You got me.”

“Whatcha doing?” he asks, sitting down on the bench beside me. “Oh wait, I know.” He’s grinning though. I know he doesn’t care that I’m writing. More often than not he asks me to let him read it, and more often than not I let him. I blush anyway, though. It’s a reaction that I can’t seem to control when I’m around him.