Summer Girl Read Free Page B

could do anything he wanted to do her and how
she'd have to comply. She felt moist and her breathing was hard.
She wanted to be taken right now, taken and subjugated— conquered!
To be made his slave! But mom and dad needed the truck.
    “Tomorrow at ten, all right?” said Brad.
    “Yes! Brie said jumping into the cab, kissing
him through the open window. She put the truck in gear and sped out
of the driveway.
    Brie raced through the streets of Trestle,
driving with one hand while touching herself with the other. Her
shorts were unzipped and lack of underwear made her pussy easily
accessible. It was hard to concentrate while rubbing and driving. Oh, there's Mrs. Anderson... as a grey Ford passed her, Brie
waved to Mrs. Anderson with her free hand.
    Suddenly an exquisite charge surged through
Brie . Her mouth opened and a loud moan filled the cab.
“Ughhhhhhhh!” Christ, there's Bob Lawson! A Honda Accord
pulled up right next to her at the light. Didn't matter, that
wasn't going to stop Brie from coming. She waved and the light
changed to green and, faster than a drag racer, she slammed her
foot to the pedal and pulled away, accelerating forward, her orgasm
charging through her.
    Brie’s breathing was hard, yet relaxed and
fulfilled. She wanted Brad Merle, and God, the universe and her
body wanted Brie to have Brad Merle.
    Brie turned the corner and could see her mom
and dad in the front of her house waiting for her.
    “Sorry!” Brie said as leapt out of the truck
hoping her parents didn't see her with her swimsuit clutched in her
hand.
    “That's okay,” her dad said, grabbing the
mower out of the back.
    “Where are you going?” said Brie
absentmindedly, walking into the open garage.
    “The Country Hen”. In Wartsburg,” said
Mom.
    “Have fun and have her back by 11:00,'” said
Brie, impishly to her dad as she disappeared into the house and ran
up to her room. She walked to her second floor window that looked
out over the town, and Lake Willard beyond. There, along the shore,
almost obscured by trees, was Brad's house, looking different than
everything around it.
     

Downburst
     
     
    Brie finished the Bartlett's lawn at 9:45,
but instead of jumping in the lake, she pushed her mower back up
the lawn. She had to be at Brad's at 10:00. And, besides, she
didn't have her regular one-piece on today.
    She had only worn her blue bikini once
before. It was at the Trestle Memorial Day Picnic and she vowed to
never wear in public again (at least not in this town). Sorry Mr.
Bartlett, this bathing suit would be reserved for Brad Merle. You
couldn't handle it anyway.
    But if Brie ever needed to cool off, now was
the time. She had never been more uncomfortable. Even now in
mid-morning, the temperature was in the eighties and the muggy air
was stifling.
    Brie lifted her mower into her Tundra, this
time struggling, still mindful of Brad's display of strength the
day before.
    Inside the truck, she turned on the AC but
the Freon needed to be changed. All that was coming out was
lukewarm air.
    She made the ten-minute trip across town in
five minutes, skidding into Brad's circular driveway. She opened
the car door. She exited in slow motion, giving Brad plenty of time
to greet her in the driveway and lift her mower out of the
back.
    She unlatched the rear gate, slowly. And then
she waited.
    Thirty seconds later she gave up. Brie
reached into the truck bed and lifted the lawn mower herself. In
today's heat the mower seemed to weigh twice as much.
    Brie filled the small gas tank then wheeled
the mower to the side of the yard facing the pool. She bounded up
the stairs to the sliding glass door and knocked. Seconds passed
and there was no response. Brad must be on a conference call.
    She bounded down the steps and started the
mower. After twenty feet she stopped and had an idea. Why wait till
she was finished with her mowing to show off? Brie peeled off her
tank top and shorts, revealing her blue bikini. It wasn't a thong
but didn't