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As she entered the store she let out a brief sigh, Ok , she thought to herself, we’re just getting a couple things for dinner and then we’re out. Summer scanned the store to get a sense of how busy it was and what section she should head to first. Produce, as always, was bustling, but she had a quick in to an aisle where she could grab a few fruits, dodging between couples, and the occasional leashed dog. She headed to the prepared foods and snagged a burrito to heat up for dinner. Ok, last thing. Summer made her way to the furthest aisle of the store—the fluorescent lighting overhead and the chill of the cooler doors creating goosebumps on her skin.
Summer wasn’t much of a drinker, in fact, she was practically sober at this point. Even though she is 25 (and a half) years old, she often felt like the most chaotic and rambunctious points of her past were behind her, cemented in the brief two years she had at college before the pandemic hit. Thank god she drank underage and got that phase of her life done before she was cooped up inside and celebrating her 21st birthday at her parents’ house. It wasn’t that bad, after all, it could have been much worse and she had family in good health, but nothing was like how she imagined it would be. And overall, she had always imagined college would be full of clubbing and partying in tight black dresses and steamy make outs with strangers. At least, that’s what every movie and show about college girls seems to depict. However in the two years that she’d lived on campus partying mostly looked like taking shots at house parties with people who are the nicest to you when they’re drunk and you are too, and toeing the edge of what is appropriate behavior for a girl with a boyfriend back home.
Sometimes, looking back, she felt that she wasted her 20’s away, being in a long distance relationship with an older guy when she objectively looked the best she had ever had in her life. After attending an all girl’s high school she was not accustomed to the attention she received at college and having a steady boyfriend almost shielded her from constantly having to have uncomfortable conversations. Creepy guys respect men they’ve never met when they hear you have a boyfriend, way more than you and your honest rejection that you’re just not that into them.
Scanning the fridge now, she was debating which bottle of wine would taste the least like… wine. She’d at least moved up in price bracket to afford something other than the cheapest bottle that results in the worst hangover. She held her grocery basket in front of her, reading the bottles left to right and finally honing in on a bottle of moscato. She loved sweet wine even if it wasn’t as ‘sophisticated’ as the dark and sultry red wines. But she didn’t care, she wasn’t a snob. She opened the fridge door, reaching for the wine, when suddenly the door was closing onto her, someone had rounded the corner of the aisle so quickly and not had time to look ahead—inadvertently closing the door into her wrist and pushing her off balance.
“Whoa, sorry!” quickly, hands were latching into her arms and pulling her upright, steadying her fully back on her feet. Summer looked up at the man holding onto her. She was so frazzled and embarrassed even though he bumped into her , she felt her cheeks redden as she assessed this handsome, yet clumsy, stranger’s face. He swiftly removed his hands from her and put them at his sides. Instinctively she pushed the pieces of hair that had fallen into her face back around her ears, blushing. “Don’t worry about it,” she muttered, looking up at him, but what she was really thinking was less polite. Where did this Grecian-esque man stumble into the city from? His eyes had that friendly and seemingly all-knowing twinkle in them. She hoped he couldn’t read her thoughts.
“Sorry about that again, you see I’m in a rush and turned the corner when I was looking down at my phone like a complete idiot.” She didn’t have a response. His face dropped suddenly, scanning her up and down “wait, I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“What? No! I’m fine thank you, I was just not expecting anyone to come crashing into me” Summer laughed nervously, “just trying to get some wine, if you don’t mind.” In his efforts to steady her he had blocked the door in front of the Moscato. Realizing, he stepped aside and opened the door for Summer, who smiled softly and grabbed the bottle “thank you.”
She wasn’t sure why this stranger was still here. Most people bump into someone in a hurry and they quickly utter their apologies, if any, and head on their way. But for some reason he was lingering, and she felt his eyes observing her. “Sorry, were you grabbing something from here also?” she gestured at the wines. He shook his head, closing the door.
“No I’m just here for some whiskey, but that’s further that way” he pointed down the aisle. “Forgive me for asking, but I’ve never seen you before, are you visiting or new to the city? Oh, and my name’s Cole by the way.” He put his hand out for a handshake. Oddly formal. Summer shook it anyhow. “My name’s Summer, and yes I just moved a few weeks ago, still getting acquainted with the store. Are collisions common in this particular market?”
He was making small talk with her. Weird. It’d been six months since she’d left her first and only relationship and she was not feeling confident or attractive in the way that would warrant a random stranger hitting on her. But here he was, surely he was chatting her up? His green eyes bore into hers in a way that made her heart race. “Listen, I remember what it was like to be new to the city and not know anyone. If you’re looking for someone to show you around, or, frankly, if you’re somehow single, you’re beautiful and I’d love to get to know you and take you out.” Cole said it boldly, not overly confident or arrogant, not filled with expectation—just a matter of fact offer. He put his hands up “and if you’d like me to leave you alone, I will do that too, I don’t mean to bother you anymore than I already did tonight by stumbling into you.”
Summer looked around for a second, as if she thought this could just be a joke. She let out a hesitant grin before nodding and meeting his eyes again “I would love that.”
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Her throat burned from the liquor and she groaned as it warmed her stomach. Taking shots did not get any easier over time. She wasn’t much of a drinker anymore but she needed liquid courage for her first date in six years. Leaning over the counter, Summer straightened up and placed the tequila back in the freezer. She went to her bathroom for a final look at herself before she was to be whisked away for the evening. The restaurant Cole had sent her was an upscale rooftop place and fancy, so she’d done her best to piece together an appropriate but sexy outfit from the few clothes she had packed with her that weren’t comfy fleeces or sweats. Thankfully last minute she’d had some extra space and decided to pack a black silk midi skirt and a corset top which she’d never had occasion to wear. Just in case. It was green with ribbing on the front, giving an elegant but figure defining look.
She’d even curled her hair and worn a red lip. Even if the date went south she’d told herself she’d make Cole take a nice picture of her when they got there. Since moving all alone to New York a month ago she hadn’t made any solid friends yet, and in the last two years of her fizzling relationship her ex had stopped taking any photos of her. Sometimes it felt like for two years she’d just been dead to the world. Working and studying was all she had and the stress had showed in her body and face. Finally, moving somewhere all on her own for the first time in her life solely because she wanted to, she’d seen the puffiness dissolve and felt the muscles coming back to life in her. She was proud of who she saw in the mirror, even if she had neglected herself for some time.
The knocking on the door woke her out of her reflection. Fuck , she thought, I guess I’m really doing this . She scurried to the door and glanced out the peephole, confirming it was Cole waiting for her. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. She opened the door.
“Hi Summer, wow, you look stunning” Cole looked her up and down before meeting her eyes. “These are for you” handing her the red roses.
“Wow back at you” Summer smirked “such a gentleman, thank you sir. Let me go put these in water.” she nearly bolted inside so she’d have space to exhale. Holy fuck, he cleaned up well. Cole wore a black button up under a dress jacket, slacks, loafers, and his long arms were accentuated with a shiny watch. She’d smelled a musky cologne on him too. Her kitchen was mostly devoid of anything besides some paper cutlery and plates. She filled one of her two coffee mugs with water and leaned the roses up against the wall into the mug. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and walked back to the front door, where Cole was waiting for her. He had a million dollar smile and she knew he was going to be trouble.
The cab ride to the restaurant was a bit quiet, the city was bustling and loud enough on its own, and Summer was nervous. They hadn’t even gotten to dinner yet and she was worried about the after. What happens if it doesn’t go well? What if he’s a huge jerk and hates women and children but it went well in his eyes and he wants her to go home with him? How would she reject him and not get murdered? Shit, I shouldn’t have gave him my address to pick me up . What if he’s some sort of stalker? Almost worse, what if it goes well? Does she kiss him, does she not? Does she invite him back into her studio? Does that look desperate or easy? You’re not easy, and that’s sexist. You’re just worried about looking like a fool or somehow being disgusting or forgetting how sex works. She’d been out of practice for sometime. Cole was just as silent but he didn’t try to needlessly fill the space. He sat upright and still, bright eyes looking out the windows and occasionally glancing over at Summer with a gentle smile. “You’re going to love the view at this place, I’m telling you” he said.
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They could see every building in the city. The streets below were packed but the rooftop was an oasis of hedges, ambient lighting, electric heaters, and live jazz music playing on the outdoor deck. Summer held onto the railing, completely absorbed into the scene in front of her. Cole tapped her shoulder “I told you. Hey, let me snap a picture of you, you look amazing.” Summer’s cheeks flooded with red and she handed Cole her phone, turning her back to the view and smiling for the photo. Cole took several from different angles, lobbying compliments at her with every turn. She giggled. She wasn’t used to this feeling. It was slow at the bar and the bartender turned to them, offering to take a picture of both of them together. “You’re such a good looking couple!” he said.
Summer almost felt embarrassed but that comment had made Cole grin ear to ear. He turned to stand next to her for the pic and then looked at her waist, “can I?” she nodded and he placed his hand around her, pulling her in, but keeping his hand at a respectful level. She wished he hadn’t. Fuck, calm down girl, you practically just met him. His touch melted her and the waft of his cologne made her whole body flutter. Cole seemed too good to be true. He was confident but didn’t talk over her, asked her questions about herself, and was patient when she stumbled over her words or got flustered. She wasn’t used to talking about herself so much.
They shared a bottle of white wine and exchanged stories over dinner. He’d moved from Chicago two years ago for grad school and graduated last spring. She explained her job to him, prefacing it that it was boring, but he listened and seemed genuinely interested. When the topic of relationships came up he said his last serious relationship ended a year ago to his high school sweetheart. She shared that her last relationship had been six years and he nodded and wasn’t scared off, he’d too been in a long relationship. “I felt more at that point that we were growing apart but didn’t want to admit it because we didn’t know anything else and being alone seemed terrifying” he said “finally, when she got accepted to nursing school in Washington I knew we were done. Our plans just didn’t align with one another anymore and we felt more like roommates than partners, let alone lovers.” Exactly, this guy gets it. This is going surprisingly well… Summer took some more sips from her glass, looking into his eyes. She was buzzed from the wine and her body was hot. She felt the heat growing between her legs and imagined what it would be like to be with him… to run her fingers through his loose curls as he pleasured her. She knew wine was dangerous for her because it got her extremely hot and heavy, amplifying any desire she felt for her romantic partner, but she didn’t care about being tame in this moment. She was attracted to everything about Cole and with every discussion and common opinion and interest she felt the fire grow from within. He was so well mannered, did he have any idea of the indecent thoughts she was having?
They left the dinner table and he held her hand in his. He was over a foot taller than her and his hands were large and calloused. They arrived outside to the sidewalk and the night air hit them, taking the wind out of her lungs. She wondered if her hardened nipples were visible through her top. Without hesitation Cole slipped off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. She smiled between shivers at the gesture. He waived down a taxi and rubbed her shoulders as it pulled up to the curb. “Listen, I’ve had a really nice time so far, and I don’t know how you’re feeling but if you’d like to continue the date and head somewhere we can get you warmed up I’d really like that.” Summer nodded and decided “let’s go to mine.”
The night air had taken some of her buzz away but as they sat in the back of the taxi she got hot all over again. She pressed his hand and looked at him through the darkness. “Thank you for the dinner, it was amazing, and you look amazing too” she leaned toward him and kissed his cheek. This moment of intimacy dissolved any remaining wall up between the two of them. Any doubt of desire was wiped away as Cole brought his hand to her chin and pulled Summer in for a kiss—a real kiss—where tongues collide and you feel the pull in your abdomen and pelvis for more. After a few moments, she pulled away, remembering where they were. She didn’t want to subject this poor cab driver to her horny desires. So she sat back against her seat and used her free hand to stroke Cole’s hair longingly as he looked at her, restraining himself, eyes dripping with desire.
Walking past the doorman in the lobby of her apartment building, on the arm of Cole, she felt like she had a dirty secret. Is it obvious how good this man is about to fuck me right now? She forgot her cares when the elevator doors closed behind them. Instantly he grabbed her waist with both his hands and pulled her closer, kissing her, his hands lowering to her ass and grabbing handfuls. She groaned “Cole, please, you’re getting me so hot.” The elevator arrived at her floor and he took her hand, pulling her into the hallway and kissing her neck. He paused, lifting his head to look down into her eyes “do you want me to stop?” Hell no. Somehow they made it, still fully clothed, to her apartment door. She fumbled in her purse for the keys as he kept planting kisses along her collarbone. She was throbbing. Summer got the door open and in no time they were both inside, kissing and stumbling their way down the hall to her kitchen. Steps from the fridge he twirled her, lifting her arms over her head and pinning her against the wall, holding her wrists up with one hand and caressing her curves with the other. Cole kissed her with an intense hunger and she knew he was needing it just as much as her, she felt his hard cock pressing into her stomach, but she couldn’t free herself to reach it. They were both moaning into the kisses, intoxicated with the taste of each other. “I have been dreaming of this,” Cole said between deep kisses, “since the moment I laid my eyes on you.” Summer moaned in response. He kept going, “you’re so fucking hot babe, I need to taste you.” Cole broke the kiss and stepped back towards the kitchen. Easily, he lifted Summer onto the counter and placed her on top, legs spread towards him. “Lift your skirt” he demanded, and she obliged. “God damnit, I need you so fucking badly” he whined, painting her legs with kisses and occasionally stopping to suck on her supple thighs as he inched closer to her core. He moved her lace thong to the side. Summer gripped his curls in her hands as she readied herself, arching against the counter in desire and begging for Cole’s tongue.
He finally enveloped his whole mouth against her and her moans grew louder than ever. “FUCK Cole, that feels so good” she exclaimed, moving her hands to the counter top so she could thrust gently into his face, widening her legs and and giving access to every inch of her wetness. He licked and sucked her like a juicy peach and Summer held on for dear life, seeing black between the pangs of intense pleasure. Her juices were covering his chin and the sight was so erotic it sent shivers down her spine. He slipped two fingers inside her and massaged her g-spot as he suckled her clit. “Ohhh Cole, you’re going to make me cum” she sputtered, clenching down on his fingers as the waves came over her.
“No Summer, not yet, did I say you could come?” she wanted to scream. The ecstasy was almost too much. “Fuck you” she got out between moans “Please” she was going to explode whether he ‘let her’ or not.
“You’re so hot when you beg, sweetheart. You can cum now. I’m going to lick your pussy clean before I take you and fuck the shit out of you” Cole looked at her with a steely glint and went back down to her clit, tonguing and licking all over. Her breath hitched and she clenched down harder than before, moaning and slurring his name. He slowly removed his fingers and did as he promised, lapping up the last bits of cream from her as she panted, out of breath. “Oh my god” she finally got out. Cole lifted her to the floor so that she was standing in front of him. Her skirt fell back over her knees.
“Let’s get these off you. I want to see you” Cole untied her top and pulled it off over her head, taking a moment to marvel at her barren chest. Exposed to the air and still recovering from her orgasm, Summer’s breasts were heaving and beginning to drip with sweat. Cole bit his lip and pulled down her skirt, turning her around so he could see her ass in the thong. “Oh my god… your body looks as perfect as it tastes.” Summer swooned for a moment, turning back to him with regained energy and going for his mouth, kissing him hard. She began unbuttoning his shirt as he loosened his belt and shimmied off his pants. His shirt fell aside. She rubbed her hand over his boxers, his cock longing to emerge. She grabbed his waistband and pulled the boxers down, licking her lips as he sprung out, ready for her. Cole scooped up her hair from her face as she began licking and jerking his throbbing cock. He was sensitive with longing, almost wincing from her eager show of affection. Cole pulled her to her feet “it’s okay, I’m so hot for you I think I’d cum right now if you go any further… I need something else” he pulled her to her bed.
Summer took off her thong and laid on the mattress, cupping her breasts in each hand and bringing spit from her mouth to wet and rub her nipples. Cole hovered on top of her and guided himself to her entrance, looking at her eyes as she nodded yes and he pushed himself in, groaning relief at the warmth and wetness “Fuuuck Summer.” She rolled her head back at the feeling. He spread her open and thrust faster, holding onto her hips and guiding her pussy down to swallow up his dick, over and over again. Her hands grasped at the sheets until he pulled out and turned her on her stomach for doggy. The feeling of him entering fully again, coated with her juices, was so hot she quivered and internally fell to pieces. “Summer, I need to cum in you, please. I need to cum so deep” he thrust harder “that you get pregnant” he kept fucking as she moaned “and every time you’re not pregnant I’m going to fuck you so good and impregnate you immediately” he wrapped a hand around to her stomach and rubbed her clit.
“Oh, oh, ohhh, Cole! Please please please, you feel so good, please cum in me all you want, I want to have all your babies.” she heaved against the bed, thrusting back against him and arching her back more “I need you to cum for me, please get me pregnant!” with that he slowed for a second and then had both hands on her hips again, lodged deep in her, pelvis and muscles pumping as he emptied himself to her, whimpering in relief. She was cumming too, walls spasming around him before her breathing slowed. Sweat poured down his face and he slowly pulled out, going to the bathroom for paper for the mess. After cleaning her up, he lay beside Summer and peppered her face with kisses.
"I uh," suddenly Cole had an embarrassed look on his face, "you know I don't actually want to get you pregnant right? Sorry if that weirded you out, I just think it's super sexy to think about" he was blushing for the first time. Summer looked at him, giggling "I know, Cole. Don't be embarrassed, I liked it" she laughed and moved the hairs away from his face. "I really, really liked it." Cole rubbed her back and they drifted off to sleep.