Sweaty Summer Nights

“Okay.” With a nod, I start walking down the shore toward my cabin, expecting Kate to follow, which after a few seconds, she does.

Normally, I stay as far away from these rich girls as I can. They all look down on me, treat me like I’m no more than “the help” there to make their lives easier while they’re here on vacation, and if they end up being interested in me, I know it’s just the novelty factor of being able to tell their other rich friends back home that they slummed it with a poor boy once and what it was like.

But there’s something about Kate that makes me think she’s different. Makes me think there’s more to her beyond the sweltering hot good looks—something I could really connect to.

I could be wrong, but for a girl who has me feeling like this on the inside after knowing her for less than five minutes, I’m willing to take that risk.

It only takes us a few minutes to reach my cabin, which is set away from the rest of the luxurious houses rented to all the visitors come to stay at the lake. To my surprise, Kate doesn’t make a single remark about its comparative modesty when we reach it and I open the door for her. She actually sighs and takes a deep breath like she’s happy to be here.

“It’s not much,” I say. “But it works for me.”

“Hey, I like it—”

She spins around to face me, and before I even know what I’m doing, I have her in my arms, and I’m pressing my lips against hers.

It’s a big risk after what she’s already been through tonight, and I know that. But goddamn it, I just can’t help myself.

There’s lust and temptation, and then there’s something else, and that something else is what I’m experiencing now with Kate.

Her body feels like it was made for my arms. Feels perfect. Feels like destiny. I’ve had to deal with so much class prejudice working this job over the years, but it feels like something I’ve had to endure just to bring me to her.

Our kiss feels so right. It feels more than right; it feels like something meant to happen. Every ounce of blood in my body rushes to my power center as her lips part to accept my tongue.

Yes. She wants this too.

This little sexy virgin wants this too.

My hands are pulling her to me and exploring her body before I even know what I’m doing. I’m not even thinking about it; I’m acting on pure impulse and instinct. God, I just want to explore every single sexy inch of her perfect little body, and knowing that she’s not wearing a bra and there’s only a T-shirt and a tiny pair of shorts between it and me has my heart throbbing with anticipation.

I slip both hands up her shirt and cup her breasts. They’ve got to be perfect Cs with little gumdrop nipples. She moans into my mouth as I tweak them ever so gently. There isn’t a single inch of her body I don’t want my hands on, my tongue on, that I don’t want to explore intimately.

She may not have wanted it from that man her parents tried to arrange for her, but she damn sure wants it from me.

I can feel it in her kiss.

The fire inside me flares to an all-time high. Growling like a beast, I snatch Kate into my arms and walk her straight into the bedroom and throw her down on the bed. Her breasts sit up high on her chest like two perfect mounds of ice cream. Christ, she’s young. I don’t even know how young she is.

“You can’t even be old enough to drink yet.”

“I…” She blushes, her cheeks turning an adorable rosy red. “I’m eighteen. What about you?”

“Jesus,” I mutter, never harder in my life. “Double it.”

Her expression shifts.

She likes it. Yeah, she definitely likes it.

My fingers find the hem of her shirt and lift. She raises her arms obediently, and the next thing I know, I’m staring at the most perfect set of tits I’ve ever seen in my life. My balls are full and my cock stiffer than steel. I don’t even know how I’m going to hold out once I get inside her, but I need her naked.

Now.

I step in and pull on her shorts, and my little goddess lifts up for me, making my job of undressing her easier. The hem comes down, exposing her sexy little hip bones. And then comes the little V shaping the outline of her pussy lips.

Christ, she may be an eighteen-year-old virgin, but she does a little maintenance down there. It’s not completely shaved, but she’s trimmed, and my mouth is watering like a hungry dog as I slip her shorts completely off and her thighs part ever so slightly, giving me a view of the little pink slit I’m dying to get inside.

I bet she even tastes divine.

I pop the button on my pants and tug down my zipper, unleashing the biggest boner I’ve ever had in my life. Kate’s eyes grow wide, but she bites her lip and blushes even harder.