The Summer of Love

Chapter One-3

Here I am rambling stupidly and you probably don’t want to hear this crap, but you can just throw it away if you want. Thank-you for being an impartial address I can write to. I needed to tell someone and you seem safe so far away. Please forgive me if this is just an annoyance. I’ll stop if you tell me to. Hope your poetry is going well. I want to read your next book. Asia Rain

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Corey came home with Nan all over him, flushed hot. Her crotch was practically climbing his thigh. I never stopped to think that she’d been Corey’s girl before he brought me home with him. She never gave me a hint that she was jealous, and there were so many men in her life, I was always jealous of her—in a subdued way.

I watched the two make love from the corner of the living room, feeling like I had my hands tied. Maybe they would have wanted me to join them, but they never asked and never even looked my way.

The sight of them was beautiful—Nan’s voluptuous flesh undulating by starlight, Dylan playing softly in the background. Lay Lady Lay—and I could almost see the brass bed around her, gleaming like an iridescent throne.

Corey sucked her breasts like he sucked mine, leaving hickeys. She panted hot, then cried in little mirthful whimpers I’d never heard from her before when she was f*****g her other lovers. She was on top of him, her ass a great expanse of white, the crack parting so I could see her pubes, and a little clit hanging down between them. His prick danced right there, Nan turning orgasmic—she did it in multiples, if you could believe the sounds she made on the other side of a bedroom door. I could see for myself now.

“Suck me more, honey luv,” she purred loud enough for me to hear, while I, crouched in the corner with my hands between my thighs, playing with myself. I’d never seen two people making love. I wanted Corey’s tongue slipping inside me, but he was busy with his lips torturing Nan’s n*****s—these tiny erect things that dangled over his mouth. She laughed teasingly, and he teased her back, slapping her bottom the way he slapped mine. She shuddered soon after, arching her back, breasts swaying full against her chest. Grinding her cunt into his d**k, she came and came again, crying, then thrashing wildly, her dark hair whipping about her face.

“Ah, yesssssss, baby …” his guttural groan belonged to me and I hated her for a split second in time.

With my back against the wall, I closed my eyes, and thought of his lips pressed to my cunt. Moments later, I was about to c*m. Being inside myself right on the edge, I didn’t want any intrusions. But suddenly my hand was swiped from me.

“What do we have here, little voyeur?” I opened my eyes to see Corey peering at me. “You’re hot, aren’t you? And jealous of Nan. You should be jealous. She’s the best Asia Rain, you’ve got so much to learn.” He flashed his lady an appreciative smile, and then slept with me, though he wouldn’t let me c*m and I hardly slept at all.