Boyfriend for the Summer

Now I’m puttering around the general store, and I grab some Starbursts for Eric and me to share on the way back. They have those bags of individual colors, which is perfect. I get him a bag of red ones and a bag of pink ones for me. We may steal some of each other’s, but those will keep us happy.

I see Eric on the other side of the store, and he smiles at me. I wish there wasn’t an hour ride back to the camp because I have the urge to kiss that boy and more, and it’ll be hard to wait.

Glancing at the counselors that are still shopping, we’ve got a while before they gather everything that the camp is going to need, and I have an idea. A little bit sexy and a little bit of payback.

Paying for the candy, I stash the bag with Mabel and walk outside, raising my eyebrow at Eric as I go. He follows. It’s a small store and in back is just a few trees and a fence, but it’ll be good enough.

As soon as he comes around the corner, I grab him by the shirt and kiss him hard. He’s laughing. “What are you doing?”

“Remember that time when you dragged me out to the lake and made me come when we could easily be caught?”

Eric grins. “I do remember that, but I don’t think anyone’s going to be too mad if they catch us kissing.”

“Then let’s do something that would make them mad.”

I sink to my knees and Eric goes still in shock, then tries to pull me back up to my feet again. “You can’t do that here.”

“Why not?”

“Because—” He cuts himself off, realizing that the same argument that he was about to use was what I said when we were under the dock.

“Let me,” I say. “I’ve never done it before, and I may not be good at it, but I want to try.”

He doesn’t say no. Instead, Eric closes his eyes and unbuckles his belt. “You don’t have to do this.”

I watch him reveal himself, and there’s no doubt that I want to do it. “People say that guys don’t like going down. And people say that girls don’t like going down. I say we just try to let people do want they want to do, and I want to try this.”

Reaching out, I touch him. He’s hardening by the second, and he looks different up close. I have no idea what I am doing, but I taste him. I’ve heard that it’s bad, and that giving head is the worst. So many of my friends that have done this before me seem to hate it.

But I hear the little gasp and moan from Eric above me, and the fact that I’m turning him on turns me on. He tastes like him. It’s not unexpected and it’s not bad at all. I kind of like the his flavor, and for the first time I understand why he says he likes mine.

I take him deeper, like I’ve heard they like. There’s been enough magazine articles about blow jobs passed around at sleepovers that I know at least the basics. Tongue, suction, the same rhythm as sex.

I can do that. I suck him like a lollipop, and he curses. I must be doing something right then. He gets even harder in my mouth, and that’s a weird and amazing sensation. And he’s breathing hard.

Changing it up, I use my tongue on him like I would a popsicle. Eric’s hips jerk forward, and he groans. “Jesus, Seph. I’m going to finish. I can’t last.”

I keep going, adding both tongue and suction to him, just like he did to me before I fell apart, and he explodes in my mouth. Salty heat shoots in my mouth in burst after burst. It’s unexpected even though I knew it was coming. So much cum that it fills my mouth.

It’s not hard to swallow it because it’s coming so quickly. And when I look up at him, his eyes are on mine. Still wide with awe. Eric jerks in my mouth, the last of his orgasm pouring out.

He doesn’t move. Still as a statue, and I let him go. “Are you okay.”

Eric blinks. “Am I okay? Holy shit, Seph.”

From the front of the store I hear Mabel’s voice. “Eric. Persephone. Time to go!”

I grin at him as I stand up and he scrambles to put himself back in his pants. “Just in time. They might have come looking.”

Eric doesn’t blush nearly as often as I do, but he’s blushing now. And I laugh as I take his hand as we walk back to the front of the store. “By the way,” I say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, “I bought us Starbursts for the way back.”