Summer, My Crush, His Parents

Writer's note: Not really sure about the category.

Chapter 4 - Joel

I wake up still tangled in Joel's arms, right where I fell asleep. His chest is firm against my back, thick arms wrapped around me like a vise. My thighs ache. My calves, too. Every muscle feels tender and used. It's perfect.

We're in my bedroom, cramped on the narrow bed. The sheets are soft under me, with only hints of a wet patch. Light peeks through the shutters, but it's clear the sun is not up quite yet.

I smile into the pillow and tilt my head, catching the brush of his coarse chest hair under my cheek. A giddy flutter passes through me when I see his sleeping face. I don't even mind how hot his skin feels against mine.

Between my legs, our mess has gone sticky and cool. I should feel gross. Instead, I press my thighs together and grin. That's mine, I earned it.

Doing my best not to wake him up, I wriggle around to face him. My nipples scratch against his chest, waking up the heat in my belly. How am I still horny after the night we just shared?

My hands roam all over his skin. The contrast between the softness of his back and side, and the prickly feeling of his stomach and chest is endlessly fascinating.

Then I feel it, the third presence in the bed, hard and hot against my belly. Joel's cock is already waking up.

With him still asleep, I feel braver, like I can explore. I let my fingers drift lower, tracing the dark curls above his shaft. I cup one of his balls, testing its weight in my palm with care. The skin is soft, fragile.

Gently, I tug on his length. The foreskin slides back, revealing the swollen head. I run my fingertip along the ribbed edge. He throbs in my hand.

Joel lets out a hot breath over my scalp.

"What are you doing?" he groans.

"You're hard," I say as I give his cock a long, slow stroke.

He moans into my hair.

"It's morning wood, don't go imagining things."

"Does that mean you can't use it?" I ask, genuinely curious.

Our eyes meet as the sleep fades from his. He smiles, brushes a strand of hair off my cheek.

"Claire created a monster," he sighs.

Still, when I roll onto my back and spread my thighs, he doesn't hesitate. He shifts on top of me, settling between my legs. The pressure of his firm stomach against mine always makes me shudder.

"Fuck," he says as he lines himself up. "You're sloppy."

It stings a little when he pushes inside me. But my pussy quickly melts, reshaping itself to accommodate his length.

Joel doesn't make much of an effort. He has his elbows on either side of my head and is lying prone on top of me. There's not even a pretense at trying to make me orgasm, just his hips pumping in and out of my heat. No rhythmic tricks. No teasing.

But I don't care. All I need is for him to cum using my body. To extend this stolen moment where I am his.

I wrap my legs and arms around him, as he buries his face in the pillow next to me. I want as much of his skin on mine as possible. He kisses my neck, gently bites above my collarbone.

I feel him swell inside me, pushing deeper, stretching me full. I can feel him on the edge, his wet breath laps at my eardrum.

Then, all at once, he pulls out and lifts his body. His cock slaps down onto my stomach, throbbing hard.

He cums across my belly. Thick spurts land under my ribs, the base of my breasts, the dip at the center of my chest.

"What the fuck?" I blink dazed.

"Crap," he chuckles. "Sorry about that, force of habit."

Joel slumps next to me, pulling me close to him, without a care for the mess on my belly.

I can't even pretend that I'm mad. Somehow, his selfish streak just makes him more irresistible. He kisses my cheek and drapes his arm across my chest, enveloping me in his warmth.

"Back to sleep now," he says. "It's too early."

I obey.

===

The kitchen's empty when I groggily stumble in. Did I miss breakfast?

No, I can hear noises coming from the terrace. I squint as I step into the sun. The morning air is fresh. The deck and the pool, overlooking the idyllic garden, still feel as surreal as my first day here.

What's even harder to believe is the loving smile on Claire's face as she watches me approach. Joel and her are seated around the tropical wood outdoor table. She has her reading glasses on, a newspaper folded beside her plate. He shoots me a friendly nod.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she says brightly, patting the bench beside her.

I slide onto the padded seat. Her arm wraps around my shoulder, affectionately pulling me close like she's done for the past few weeks.

"We weren't sure if you'd wake up before lunch," she adds, all sunshine. "Heard you didn't get much sleep last night."

I swallow. Is she pretending like her husband didn't rail me in the guest room while she watched late-night TV in their shared bedroom?

"I, uh..." I start.

"She's messing with you," Joel sighs. "You feeling ok?"

My eyes meet his. Something flutters deep in my chest. I think I'm in love. With both of them? Neither of them? Noah? God, Emma? I'm so screwed.

"Yeah," I shrug.

"Toast?" Claire perks up, bumping my shoulder.

She's already buttering a slice for me before I can answer. Then she scoops strawberry jam on top of it, just like I like it.

"So, Joel told me Emma wants to take you camping?" Claire asks as I start munching.

"Yes," I say, spilling crumbs all over my lap.

"Is it safe?" Joel interjects. "Two girls alone out there? You never know who you might run into."

"She talked about her grandpa's ranch. It's probably safe, but I can ask for more details."

"Please do," Claire says, her palm gliding up my spine. "We've already let you fry in the sun. I don't think your parents would love us adding bear mauling to the list."

I laugh. "I dunno. I think there's other stuff you two did to me they'd hate even more."

Claire gasps, clutching her chest like I just insulted her honor. She lays her accent on real thick. "How dare you question our moral character?"

Joel chuckles into his coffee. "Pretty sure a lot of the stuffyoudid to us."

"Whatever," I say, rolling my eyes. "I'll text her."

I take another bite of toast. Claire already has another one ready when I'm done. Joel and her maintain a steady stream of idle chit-chat. I just enjoy their company, the fresh air, Claire's softness as I lean into her side.

"Any plans for today?" I ask.

"Still have all the hardware store stuff to deal with today," Joel says, already getting up and gathering his stuff. "I could use your help if you're bored."

I nod enthusiastically. "Totally." Any excuse to spend some time alone with him is valid in my books.

"And we have a swimming lesson this morning," Claire chimes in, just a tad possessive. "We've lost enough time with your sunburns."

Her hand glides over my thigh as she says it. I give her my most earnest smile. She leans in, kisses my forehead.

"But first," she murmurs sweetly, "you need a shower. You smell like my husband's cum."

===

I plant my feet and kick hard off the back wall. I'm getting the flip down to a science. As I glide forward, I spot a pair of legs dangling in the water, toes flexing lazily just beneath the surface.

I pivot, hugging the wall as I rise, then burst through with a splash.

"You're getting better," Claire laughs.

I cross my arms on the pool's edge and rest my chin on them. The sun is glaring right into my face. All I can really make out is the halo of her straw hat and the vague outline of a bikini that leaves very little to the imagination.

"I have a good teacher," I say, my belly fluttering from the praise.

"Good?"

"Great," I simper, pressing against her leg.

Claire cups my chin, rolling a thumb over my cheek. I lean into her touch. A sudden wave of guilt crashes over me. I can't take back what I did with Joel. I feel dirty, undeserving of her love.

"Hey," she says softly. "You okay?"

The roundness of her voice makes her sound like my mom.

I haul myself up, clumsy and dripping. Claire squeaks when I flop onto her lap. Her thighs are squishy under my head, a welcome change from the harsh tile pressing through my damp one-piece. I sprawl out along the edge of the pool, one leg still trailing in the water.

"Harper?"

This time, there's real worry in her tone.

It melts into a chuckle when I press my lips to her stomach, licking her salty skin. She gathers my wet hair into a single strand, sweeping it back.

"Does my good girl need some attention?"

The words make me glow. I nod, letting myself regress under her gaze, and rest my head back on her thighs. My eyes climb her body, landing on the swell of her breasts under the lycra.

Claire catches my look and shakes her head. "You're obsessed," she snorts.

Still, her fingers find the ties at her back. With a soft tug, the cups loosen, sliding forward until the fabric gives, hinting at tanned curves before they spill free.

She leans forward, holding my gaze. One hand grasps her breast, pulling it toward my face. With a mischievous smile, she gently brushes her stiff nipple against my lips. The sensation is so soft it's almost unbearable, forcing me to open my mouth.

But when I try to suck it in, Claire swiftly straightens back up, pulling the desired nub out of reach. I whimper while she rubs slow circles over my belly.

"Nipples are for good girls," she chuckles. "I need you to be honest with me."

I could just get up and walk away. Lock myself in Noah's bedroom, play video games until he gets back here.

"How are you not jealous?" I ask, almost offended.

"That question again," she says with a tender smile. "I told you. Joel and I don't worry about that. He's happy when you make me happy, and I feel the same for him."

"But it's not the same," I blurt. How does she not get it? "You and I, we're just playing around. Joel... fucked me all night long."

Claire just looks at me for a while.

"The only thing I'm jealous of is that I'll get less time with you," she says. The kind look on her face doesn't fade. "Joel and I always get back to each other in the end."

She slips her fingers under my swimsuit straps, sliding them off my shoulders. I let her uncover me. Normally, I'd hate comparing my small, conical breasts to hers, so round and large, and perfect. But now that I've seen Joel's obsession with my own, the way they stretched when he greedily pulled them into his mouth, they don't seem so bad.

Her palm glides over my puffy nipples, making me shiver.

"Just make sure you still give me my share of attention," she whispers, her warmth sinking into me. "And we'll be all good."

All I want is to believe her. Well, I'd also like for her hand to explore further down my body, but that feels a little inconsequential right now.

"Really?" I ask in a small voice.

"Really", she echoes. "Was this the only thing on your mind?"

I take a deep breath. She should patent this form of therapy. I'm ready to spill all of my secrets.

"I..." I swallow. "I feel like such a slut."

This time, the surprise lands on her face.

"Oh, okay." She thinks for a second. "I don't think there's too much you can do about that for now. You're experiencing a lot of new things. Your view of sex, love, and intimacy is still evolving."

In one day, she fingered me, Emma kissed me, and Joel fucked me. No amount of Claire's free-love talk is going to make it feel less slutty.

"What if Noah finds out?" I ask, pushing the dread down my throat.

"Well, let's hope we can remain careful enough," she shrugs. "I'm not planning on destroying my relationship with my son."

Claire rests a hand on my forehead, like she's taking my temperature.

"There's so much going on in that head of yours," she says. "I really think going camping with Emma will be good for you. A few days away from us, to make sure you're okay with what we have going on. And you get to spend time with someone your age."

"And she can't get me pregnant," I add, proud of my joke.

Claire smirks and taps the top of my head. "Yes, that too."

We stay quiet for a while, just pressed together. I feel the muscle in her thigh shift under me, hear the gentle swash of her legs in the water. The fabric of my wet swimsuit clings, cold and invading every nook and cranny of my body as it dries.

"Feeling better?" Claire asks, blue eyes looking down at me.

My only answer is to open my mouth wide.

She laughs, but still leans in, brushing her nipple to my lips. I latch on, suckling happily, while her other hand slips beneath my one-piece. Her fingers trail down my belly, heading exactly where I want them to.

===

"Careful!" Joel shouts as my foot catches on a root, almost sending me tumbling down.

He manages to hold onto the crate on his own. Seems like he didn't really need me to help him carry it from the truck in the first place. At least he's trying to make me feel included.

"Maybe clear the path next time?" I groan, more embarrassed than I'd like to admit. I hate how much I care about what he thinks of me. "How come I've never been in this part of the garden anyway?"

We push through a wall of overgrown hedges until a small concrete shack emerges at the very edge of the property. A soft mechanical whir hums behind the door.

"My little kingdom," Joel says, grinning.

He kicks the door open, and I follow him as he drops the crate inside. It's cramped, hot, and packed with machinery, tubes, gauges, and panels. A large blue cylinder dominates one corner.

"Pool pump," he says, tapping it. "And that's the AC unit."

He nods toward a bulky white box flashing angry red lights.

"Some contractor sold these to half the neighborhood years ago. Said they were energy efficient. Turns out they all fried day one of the heatwave, and the company folded. So here we are."

"Solid business model," I chuckle, then notice the minifridge. I open the door, and its content clinks. Full of beer.

"You have no idea how to fix it, right? You're just day drinking when you pretend to work on it."

"Some guys have a man cave," he shrugs. "I have my shack."

He kneels in front of the minifridge, pulls a beer bottle, and pops its cap in one move.

"No, but seriously, I need to change the pool's filters."

Joel puts me to work for a while, guiding the long filters in as he lowers them, pressing the plastic tabs into place. But after a few clumsy mishaps, he has me stand to the side. Weaponized incompetence at its best.

"Mind if I grab a beer?" I ask sweetly as he grunts over a valve.

"Yeah, go for it," he says."Just don't tell Claire."

"Cool, I'll wait outside. Getting claustrophobic."

I sip on my beer, leaning against the wall, enjoying the shade. I peel the label, check my phone, then, bored out of my mind, I circle the shack and find the real hidden garden in the back.

There's a hammock slung between the wall and a tree. A rusted stool piled with books and magazines. A little battery-powered radio nestled in the dirt. It's so adorably dad-coded.

I kick my shoes off and climb into the fishnet hammock. It smells like Joel.

My shorts dig into my waist, so I shimmy them down and let them drop beside me. The wind gently rocks me, laps at my bare thighs. My beer is still cold. I could get used to this.

"Working hard?"

I beam up at Joel. He's lost the shirt. Sweat glistens down his chest, darkening the graying hair there. That boyish grin makes him look three decades younger.

"Hop in!" I call.

"So nice of you to invite me into my own hammock," he snorts.

Still, he climbs in. For a second, I'm convinced we're about to topple over, but with a generous amount of wiggling and rubbing my body all over his, we manage to find a decent position. Joel's on his back, lying in the bottom of the hammock. I'm tucked into his side, halfway over his chest.

My nose is mashed against his skin, and I'm surrounded by the smell of his healthy work-sweat. I run a finger through the slicked-down chest hair, fascinated enough not to be creepy. I hope so, at least.

"Do you believe in all that pheromone stuff?" I ask.

"In humans?"

"Yeah."

"I think so," he says.

Every time he talks, I feel it through his chest. Low, warm vibrations that ripple straight into me.

"Back before I met Claire. When I was in the Coast Guard, there was this early internet messaging service, and we'd use it to meet women."

I can't contain my laugh.

"What?" He asks, a little indignant.

"I have a hard time imagining a bunch of army bros trying to hook up on IRC," I say.

"You'd be surprised," he chuckles, "there's a lot more nerdy servicemen than people imagine. Anyway, my point is that sometimes you'd talk to someone for hours, thinking you were a great match. Then you'd meet in person and nothing. Zero spark."

"You never had to guess with Claire?"

Joel lays his hand in my hair, gently rubbing the nape of my neck.

"Claire and I had sex within an hour of first laying eyes on each other," he says, grinning proudly. "So yeah. I'd say we had the chemistry part figured out."

Something swells within my chest. I'm happy for them, a little jealous, and insanely horny. I think about the stolen glimpse I got of them fucking. Maybe they'd let me watch in the room now?

"Why are you asking?" he says after a few moments.

I don't answer. I just smile and lean in, dragging my tongue from the edge of his pec up to the soft crook of his arm.

Joel doesn't speak as I pull back just enough to take off my top, rapidly followed by my panties.

"Because you turn me on so much," I finally confess in a feral whisper, back against his chest, hand gliding down his taut belly.

He glances down, amused, but he doesn't stop me. His mouth finds mine, not putting up any protest as I grasp his cock inside his shorts. Pride pours into me as I feel his hard length in my hand. Hard for me, not for Claire.

He groans softly when I pull down his zipper and fish him out, resting my cheek against his neck. We both look down. My small hand makes him look obscene.

"You can't just tease me like that," he growls against my scalp.

"Sorry," I murmur, heat flushing across my chest.

I start to stroke him, slow at first, careful. Testing how far the skin pulls, how the heat pulses under my grip. I'm a little worried about hurting him.

"Harder," he says. "It's not made of glass."

My hand obeys on its own. I can see pre-cum beading at his slit, spreading down his head, causing lewd wet noises. His musky smell is joined by something more bitter.

I can't resist anymore. Balancing myself carefully, I crawl down his body and crouch over his crotch, knees digging into the hammock's net. Joel grabs my hips, keeping me steady. Clumsily, I line him up, but it takes me a few tries to get his head right at my entrance.

Inch by inch, I take him until my ass comes to rest over his lap. The fullness in my belly keeps me from moving. But with every passing second, the sensation shifts from discomfort to a warmth melting inside me.

I lean forward and moan, seeking more of that stretch, like an itch I never knew I needed scratched. I lay a hand flat in the middle of his chest, the other right above the base of his cock.

Slowly, I begin to fuck him, rising and lowering my body, following the rhythm of my pulsing pussy. The angle is perfect, Joel hits something deep inside me. I stick my chest out, and he gets me, grabbing a handful of my breasts, squeezing just enough.

My legs tire out quickly under me, but I soldier on. My eyes roam over the scene, his gaze, the flex of his abs, his hands on me, his cock disappearing inside me, the way my inner lips grip around it. Instead, I just them close and tilt my head back, mouth open.