That Summer

Disclaimer: This is obviously 100% fiction; a product of my over active imagination.

First of all, thank you so much to everyone who has taken the time to review my little fic here. I do appreciate it so much and it was those reviews that prompted me to get back into the swing of things.

That being said, what could I possibly say to redeem myself? I’ve been absent for some time and pretty much abandoned this fic. I abhor it when writers do that to me, when I’m the reader and I sincerely apologize. I know that doesn’t make up for it but I will do my best to update properly from now on. I cannot control my muse and when my life is hectic I tend to withdraw from all pleasurable activity, writing included. Also, same as before: I have no beta, so if you spot any mistakes I'll try and correct anything in the first day or two after posting. I'm writing this for fun... so if it's shit, oh well.

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CHAPTER 5

Alan had slept late, he knew because his head was pounding. Whenever he slept too long he always woke with a dull throbbing ache at his temples. He cracked an eye and according to the clock it was just after ten thirty. He closed them again, allowing his sleepy eyes and mind time to adjust to this new state of consciousness for a few moments before reopening them.

It was only then that he noticed the clothes bunched up on the floor. Victoria's clothing still lay where it'd been dropped the night before and could hear the shower along with the rhythmic bumping of a steady beat, alternative he noted. A lazy grin spread across his face and his loins throbbed, remembering the activies they’d engaged in just hours before.

Sitting up he rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand and huffed as he stood on weak feeling legs. The bathroom door was unlocked so he opened it just a crack and looked in the mirror. Victoria stood under the spray, completely oblivious to the man now spying on her through the partially opened door. When she moved to step out she was greeted with a smiling face. Her insecurity had taken a little vacation after the way she been taken in the early hours of the morning and she smiled back. “Showers free,” she said, picking up a towel and beginning to dry off. He smiled and stepped in opening a small leather bag on the counter and pulling out a tooth brush, which he held up. “I can’t do anything until I brush my teeth,” he said, by way of explanation.

She smiled wrapping the towel around herself and tucking it before moving forward and wrapping her arms around him from behind. She leaned her face against his shoulder and smiled at his reflection in the mirror, he did his best to return it, around the tooth brush. Her gaze moved further down, to his tented boxers and in another act of boldness reached town to rub his length through the fabric. She watched as the brushing stopped and his eyes slipped closed. ‘Hmm, this I can work with,’ she mused as she let her hand wander up slightly only to disappear beneath the waist line of his boxers, grasping him firmly and stroking him from behind. Alan was watching her now, having dropped his tooth brush into the sink, bracing his hand on either side.

She smiled at this and moved to her knees, removing her hand, directing him to turn around. Her hair was wet and hung in damp loose curls around her face and shoulders. Her face didn’t look much different without make-up, although she’d beg to differ. She had slight hints of circles under her eyes and her skin was paler but the eyes were the same and so were the lips, which were now flushed with arousal. She made short work of his boxers pulling them down to his ankles and silently urging him to step out of them, which he did. His cock, which rose every morning with or without reason, was now standing at full attention and leaking beads of cloudy fluid.

Victoria noticed this and reached up to stroke him firmly a few times before she heard him huskily say, “Remove your towel, I want to see you.” Without ceremony she untucked the towel and let it pool around her knees, smiling all the while, before returning her attention to his throbbing arousal and placing a small kiss on the tip, licking her lips instinctively. Alan was hissing, leaning against the bathroom counter slightly, both hands white knuckled and gripping the edge of the counter. He hadn’t had much time to think over the way she’d been acting earlier but he’d definitely deduced she was fragile and her self-esteem was less than great. He couldn’t imagine why though. Not when that same woman was before him now, licking the underside of his prick from base to tip before kissing and licking her way down to his balls. It was then that his train of thought simply ceased as he gave himself over to the absolute pleasure she was giving him.

As she placed her mouth over the head of his cock, his right hand moved to the back of her head, gently lacing his fingers in the wet hair he found there and groaning. Victoria smiled, as much as one can smile with a dick in their mouth, and moved forward to take in his entire length, her nose now flush with his pubic hair. She held her place for a moment, feeling him twitch and listening to him gasp, before pulling back with strong suction and doing it again. She repeated this move three more times before settling into a rhythm set on bringing him to release, all the while reveling in his gasps and groans. ‘Not so talkative now, is he?’ she mused and noting the muscles in his thighs beginning to twitch in time with her movements.

As if he’d been reading her thoughts he groaned and admitted, “Oh god, Victoria.. oh I’m going to come, yess.” The last word hissed as his orgasm took over and his eyes rolled back.

She wouldn’t say she was the most practiced girl in this arena but she certainly have a natural talent and was all too happy to apply it where sexy, enigmatic men were concerned, particularly one that had fucked her into conniptions the night before. She felt the first spurt of salty liquid and continued her ministrations, one hand firmly holding his balls and the other gripping him at the base as his pleasure slowly decreased. Swallowing wasn’t something she did typically but the taste didn’t bother her and in certain situations exceptions were made, such as now. She pulled back and kissed his softening length on the tip before standing up before him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. His eyes were only half opened and he had beads of sweat all over his neck and chest, even the hair along his brow was a bit damp.

Victoria moved her hand to his head and swiped her thumb across his cheek. He caught her hand and moved it to his mouth, kissing the palm, and trying to recover his breath as well as his ability to speak, which had left him briefly in the haze of post orgasmic euphoria. “That was,” he begun breathily,” absolutely… Wow.” She lent forward, still grinning and kissed the tip of his nose before moving to his mouth. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied cheekily before kissing him. He moved both of his hands to the side of her face and kissed her back with as much feeling as he could muster, trying his best to thank her without words. The kiss left her breathless and she eased down from her tip toes as the kiss broke, eyes now closed, trying to calm herself and trying not to think about the fact that she was still smiling like a fool. The kiss along with what she’d just done had her fully aroused and aching. She didn’t want to say it though; she was still a shy girl at heart. Besides it was nearing noon and she still hadn’t called home to check on Joseph and Melanie. She hummed to herself and turned off the music before dancing out of his grasp and out the door. He followed, wanting to return the favor. She put one hand up, halting him only feet away. “Go shower! I have to check on my son and I should probably be getting home soon.” He smirked and grabbed her hand, pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her. “Fine. I will shower, but I owe you one.” She giggled, trying half heartedly to get away, “I wish I’d brought some clothes.”

He grinned at the thought of her bringing an overnight bag on their first date. “Well, you can wear some of mine but I’m not sure what would fit. I have t-shirts and pajama bottoms.” She nodded and kissed him before sighing, “That’ll do, I guess.” He playfully smacked her bottom and released her, stalking into the living room and returning minutes later with a pair of dark blue pajama pants and a gray screen printed t-shirt covered in black birds. Not exactly an appropriate outfit but it would do until she got home and could put on some of her own things. He also had a handful of clean clothes for himself, some jeans and a t-shirt not unlike hers, in dark brown with yellow print.

He handed her the clothes and turned to enter the bathroom, she giggled at his retreating behind.


She tried calling home twice and didn’t get an answer. By the time Alan got out of the shower she was well on her way to panic. He came out smirking to himself but frowned at her worried face. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, redressed in his clothing, her clothes now folded at her side, holding the phone in her lap.

“What’s happened? Is something wrong?” She shook her head. “I don’t know. She isn’t answering the phone. It just rings endlessly. I need to get over there and find out what’s going on. Can we go?”

He nodded and dug in yesterday’s pants for his keys. She dialed again only to reach the answering machine, “Melanie, answer the fucking phone now or when I do get there I will absolutely… Hello?! What the hell is wrong with you? When the phone rings you answer it. You normally don’t have a problem with that concept, what’s changed?!” She was pacing now.

Melanie, who’d just gotten back from the park with a now sleeping Joe was bewildered. “Jesus, Victoria, calm down ok. Let me go put Joe down.” Victoria said, “Fine,” and waited. Meanwhile Alan was leaning back against the dresser and had become incredibly interested with his wrist watch.

Melanie came back and picked up the phone, “Listen Victoria, I was the one who watched your son all night long and just took him to the park. You’re the one who waited until 11:15 to even call so don’t get pissy with me. Ok?” Victoria conceded defeat, “Alright fine. I’m sorry. I should have called last night but it was late and… I’m sorry ok. But what the hell? You have to understand why I’d be upset.”

“You should have called my cell, smarty.”

“Shit. I didn’t even think of that. Ok. Well I’ll be home shortly.”

“Did you have a good night then?” Melanie asked playfully. “Must have otherwise you’d have been home already.”

Victoria tried her best not to smile, “Well then you’ve just answered your own question, haven’t you? Listen I’m on my way now. Bye.”

She hung up the phone and placed it aside, grabbing her things. Alan smiled and she returned it. “They were at the park. I didn’t think they’d be gone. Ready?” He nodded and they made their way to the car in silence, Victoria looking pretty ridiculous in her high heels, one of which was now broken and forced her to hobble. The ride, for the most part consisted of smiles and looks, but not many words. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want him to go but she wasn’t sure how to ask him to stay or if that was the right thing to do.

Alan, at the same time, didn’t want to drop her off either. He was doing his best to plan out what his next course of action should be. Should he ask to see her tonight? Tomorrow? Say he’d see her at work and wish her a lovely day? He wasn’t sure. Maybe they could have a late lunch.

As they approached the house Victoria blurted out, “Do you want something to eat? I could make lunch.” Alan smiled and squinted at her behind dark sunglasses. “I wouldn’t want to impose.” Victoria leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Well, you do ‘owe me one’ as you put it… so consider it a request instead of an invitation.”

He let out a chuckle as he pulled into the empty parking spot aside Melanie’s car and leaned over to kiss Victoria properly, cupping her face and hating the center consol for preventing him from moving closer. When they pulled apart he said, “You making me lunch is hardly me paying you back, but I will let you anyway.” She laughed and got out of the car, stretching before doing her best to make it to the front door first while he was busy locking the car.

Victoria unlocked the door and stepped inside. Melanie shot up from the chair right away, “Oh my god, what are you wearing? What happened to your shoe? How was it? You have to tell me EVERYTHING!” Victoria was momentarily horrified and said in hushed tones, “Shhh! Be quiet he’ll hear you! Listen, I’ve invited him for lunch and I really don’t want you saying or doing anything. Just… thank you so much for watching my baby but could you please leave now?”

Just as Victoria finished the last line Alan appeared, knocking politely on the open door before entering. Victoria turned and smiled, “Come in. This is my cousin Melanie, I believe you met on the phone yesterday. She was just leaving.” Alan nodded and grinned kindly. “Nice to meet you,” he said and made to shake her hand. Melanie stood and shook his hand. She looked at him sideways for a minute and said, “Don’t I know you?” Before Alan could answer Victoria swooped in, grabbing Melanie by the shoulders and steered her toward the door, “No you don’t. How could you? I’ll call you later, ok?” Melanie looked put off but only frowned in response before turning from Victoria’s grasp the retrieve her purse.

Alan was amused while Victoria seemed mortified seeing the look of comprehension come over Melanie’s face. She had recognized him. Melanie paused and smiled putting her purse on her shoulder. “OK. Now I know where I know you from.” Victoria had paled. Alan nodded, “You might have seen me on screen, yes.” Melanie didn’t want Victoria pissed at her so she just nodded, “Yup,” and made her way to the door.

“I’ll see you later girl. Don’t forget to call me. Oh, and Joe didn’t eat before his nap. I was going to feed him when we got back but he fell asleep in the car… so when he gets up he should be starving,” with that she gave a small wave and slipped out the door closing it behind her.

Victoria plopped down into one of the chairs on either side of her couch, “Good lord!”

Alan laughed and took a seat on the edge of the couch closest to her, “What’s wrong? She seems very nice. I’m used to people recognizing me, it’s not a problem.” Victoria looked up at him with raised eyebrows, “Well I would find it mortifying.” He smirked, “Yes well. It’s not so bad. There are moments when it isn’t convenient but for the most part it is part of my job. Don’t let it worry you, ok?” Victoria nodded and stood. “All right. Well I’m going to go fix my hair and then I’ll make us something to eat. What do you have a taste for?”

Alan stood and pulled her into his arms kissing her meaningfully and brushing he hair back from the side of her neck, kissing his way up to her ear, “Show me to your bedroom.” Victoria’s knees nearly buckled, she felt like liquid jelly, but grabbed his hand and pulled him steadily down the hall to her bedroom. Pausing before opening the door she laughed, “Close your eyes. I have to make sure it’s clean.” Alan huffed but closed his eyes anyway. Victoria peeked in, everything seemed to be in order. The closet door was open and there was a dress lying on her bed, the other one she’d contemplated wearing. “All clear,” she said, going inside and quickly grabbing her dress and shoving into the closet before closing it.

She was taken off guard when Alan wrapped his arms around her from behind and lifted her up, depositing her on the bed. She squealed and sat up, taking her shirt off. She’d forgone the bra from the day before, it being strapless and decidedly not appropriate for a t-shirt. Then she scooted forward, hanging her legs off the side of the bed on either side of his knees and quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down past his hips.

He quickly removed his shirt and helped her by kicking out of his shoes and stepping out of his jeans. He’d also forgone undergarments and now stood before her naked. She had only a moment to admire his nakedness before lying back on the bed, he hooked his fingers into the top of his pajama bottoms before yanking them off in one clean swoop. He leant forward, on knee propped on the bed and kissed the underside of her right breast before giving the same attention to the left. Victoria had broken out in goose bumps just as he reached the tip and close his mouth over a pebbled nipple she shuddered, she was so close.

After that morning and now this she was dripping wet and couldn’t take it any more. Her hand stole between her legs and started rubbing, seeking release. Alan felt the movement and let go of the nipple, looking down between their bodies at the hand rubbing. If it were possible he felt himself grow impossibly hard and growled, moving back down to the edge of the bed.

Kneeling on the ground put his hands underneath her knees and yanked her forward, bringing her dripping quim right to the edge of the bed and level with his face. He’s always appreciated the sight of the female sex and hers was no exception, small, plump red lips (clearly burning with arousal,) a tiny pearl standing at attention and only the smallest patch of hair just above. He noticed her watching, now propping herself on her elbows and forearms and lent forward, so he leaned in and swiped his tongue across the seam of her sex.

Victoria gasped and lay back down. He did it again, this time coming to a rest on her clit and licking lightly. She was moaning now, crooning and her eyes were screwed shut tightly. Alan took this opportunity to suck on the tiny nub for a few seconds before giving long flat licks and moving down lower to taste her properly, his nose now rubbing against the over sensitized nub. By now Victoria was wailing and pinching her nipples, ‘so close, so close’ she thought just before he inserted and finger. The reaction was instantaneous and she arched crying out as he continued to lap at her while fucking her with his finger though her orgasm.

Noticing her coming down he removed his finger, sucking at her entrance and licking in time. Trying to get all of the fluid she’d produced. Victoria was just coming down when he started sucking at her, causing her to keen and shudder again. Alan pulled back inserting two fingers and said, “Yes, yes… come again. Come for me…” She was close, he could tell so he started attacking her clit with new fervor, alternating licks with kisses and sucks. It was all too much she felt like she was going to burst and cried out, “Oh god!” just as she felt herself coming. The sensation went on for what felt like forever.

When she was completely spent and had gone limp Alan moved up, wiping his face with his hand and hovered over her. She was smiling, but her eyes were closed. She looked something like a child that was having a very nice dream.

“Wow…” she said, not really caring about sounding silly, not really thinking at all. He said, “Hmm,” and leaned in to kissed her throat. Victoria reached down between them and took hold of his erection that was pressing between them, stroking him and guiding him towards her sex. When he felt the tip of his organ enter her he thrust forward, grunting with the effort. Victoria gasped and hissed, “Yesss,” her eyes slipping shut once again. Regrettably he was already aroused beyond reason and didn’t have it in him to take it slow and make this last for her. Instead he was pounding into her, hard deep punctuated thrusts. Victoria didn’t mind, she’s just had two of the most incredible orgasms of her life and was now nearing a third. Her legs wrapped around his hips of their own accord as his thrusts became erratic. She opened her eyes to see his had slipped closed and his face was straining, almost grimaced in pleasure. Her eyes were glazing over as she felt her third climax coming on and she moaned, “Alan, come. Come now… ah.” That was all it took. With a roar of completion he thrust forward and held his hips still gasping as the waves of orgasm hit him again and again, then he cried out, “Ah, fuck,” as he felt her clenching around him, squeezing his cock and milking him of his essence. They came down slowly, he resting his forehead against hers, catching his breath.

Suddenly their attention was drawn to the nightstand where the baby monitor sat. A few small frustrated whimpers before full blown crying broke out.

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Well… lots of lemons. I’m pleased with the chapter. The story line has been fully established now so I think it will make writing the chapters after this a lot easier.

Review please.