Struggles of Summer Love

Chapter 8

The shower washes the salt and sand off of my tanned body. The water is rejuvenating. My mind wonders to the possibility of tonight. What will happen? Roman has been a gentleman so far, but how far does he plan to go? I turn the water off and allow it to just drip off of me for a minute before reaching for a towel. 

I look through my clothes. A black dress catches my eye. I pull it out and memories flood my mind. This was the dress I wore when Sloan chose to sleep with another woman. Tears filled my eyes as I threw it on the floor. It amazes me how an article of clothing can hold onto memories. A red bodycon dress catches my eye. This dress screams sexy. I need to feel sexy.

I let my towel fall to the floor as I slip on the sexy red dress. It hugs my curves perfectly. This dress will drive Roman wild. A smile creeps across my face.  I grab my phone and text him. 

Me: Hey, I meant to text you earlier... I'm at my house

Roman: I can't wait. I'm sure you look beautiful. 

I blush and respond to his text. Me: See you soon 

I look in the mirror and smile. Roman makes me feel so beautiful. He seems to think I am absolutely beautiful. 

Between work, Roman and my friends, I have barely been home. I go down stairs and my mom is busy cooking dinner. I say, "Hey Mom, sorry to tell you so late, but I won't be home for dinner."

"Where are you going?" She turns around and says, "That dress seems a little short."

"I've worn shorter and you haven't bat an eye. I have a date tonight."

"When did you get a boyfriend?"

"Well he isn't my boyfriend yet. I met a guy at the beach."

"Is he a local boy?"

"No. He is from away. His name is Roman and he has vacationed here his entire life."

"Hmmmm, interesting name. It sounds familiar. What are his parents names?"

" I don't know."

"Okay well you have fun. Stay safe." She says as she gets back to cooking.

My mom is pretty cool. She has always trusted my judgement, even when she shouldn't have. I am thankful for her. My mom is easy to talk to. I can tell her anything and I don't feel judged.  My eyes glance at the time and I realize it is almost 6PM.  As I go out the front door to wait for Roman, his jeep pulls into the drive way. I climb into his jeep and Roman's jaw drops. "So what are your plans tonight?"

"I think I need to change plans." He says.

"Why?" I ask. 

"I cooked dinner and planned to do a dinner at my house for us. I can't take you home looking like that."

"I thought you might like the dress."

"I more than like it."

"If you like it, does that mean you don't want your parents to see me?"

"My parent's aren't home. I don't know if I can trust myself to be a gentleman when you look that good." He said as he pulled out of the drive way. 

My cheeks turn to match the color of my dress. He is so incredibly sweet. Also he claims he can cook. My eyes focus on him. The khaki don't conceal the large growing member in his pants. He is well endowed and I want to see more. Somehow I pull my eyes from his crotch and realize I can almost see the outline of his abs in his tight light blue dress shirt.  Roman worries about him being a gentleman with me in this dress. I worry about keeping my panties on by seeing the budge in his pants. 

We pull onto a long curved driveway  and then arrive at a massive house. This can't be real. The house is huge with a water view. Roman looks at me and says, "So this is it."

"This place is massive." I state.

He shrugs his shoulders and gets out of the car. Roman quickly comes to my side of the jeep and opens the door.  I step out and he grabs my hand. He leads me to the front door and then opens it. This house is beautiful. Ocean themed wall paper covers the entry way. I follow him into a dining room with a crystal chandelier. "Take a seat and I will be right back." He says as he leaves me alone in the dinning room. 

Before I know it he is back with our meal. There is no way he made this. Most college guys only know how to use the microwave. The food looks like it was prepared by a five star chef. "Did you make this?" I ask.

"I believe I told you that I did."

I take a bite and a moan slips through my lips. "This is so good. I didn't realize you could cook."

He laughs and says, "As a teenager my parents put me in culinary classes. They didn't want me to grow up and not know how to cook."

"That's thoughtful of them."

"I guess." He looks down at his plate and says, "It was easier to put me in classes than to spend time with me. I guess they figured if I was busy, I couldn't get into trouble."

"I'm sorry. Do you have any siblings?"

"I had a brother, but he died a few years back.  I also have a younger sister, but she doesn't come to Maine often. She would much rather hang out with her boyfriend at home."

"I'm sorry about your brother."

"It's okay. He was a good guy, but I don't want to talk about him."

"I get that."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"I have a brother.  It's just the two of us. My parents got one of each gender and figured that's enough. I always wanted a sister."

"So the... um... How do I put this nicely?" He takes a deep breath and asks, " The bitchy red head isn't your sister?"

I laugh and says, "No, Nora isn't my sister. She is a tad bit over protective, but she has her reasons. My track record with guys hasn't been all that good."

"What do you mean by that?" He asks.

"It's a long story. Talking about exes often turns a guy off."

"I know we just met, but you can tell me anything. I want to know everything about you. I want to know what makes you smile and what makes you cry. The things you think of late at night and the thoughts that wake you up in the morning. Sorry if I am coming off to strong. 

"I like your passion." I say as I stand up and kiss him. 

He pulls me closer and then onto his lap. I let my fingers run through his soft black hair. His kiss deepens as he places his hand on the small of my back. Sparks fly as his tongue slips into my mouth. Our tongues dance. I pull away and try to get air before he plants another kiss on me. His lips taste like honey. So sweet. 

"I like your passion too." He says with a smile as I stand up. 

I want more. Between my legs starts to moisten as I think of all that could happen. This is only our second date, but I want to go all the way. Would he think of me as easy if I let him? From the sight of the bulge in his pants, I know he wants it too.  "Sorry, I'm not normally this out going. I feel safe around you." I say.

"You are so beautiful." He says as he walks over to me and puts his hands on my face and brings his head down and places his lips on mine. He removes his lips from mine and smiles. It is the kind of smile like a kid on Christmas when he opens his favorite gift. 

His hand slides down and grabs my butt. he pulls me closer and kiss me again. Then he puts his other hand on my butt and lifts me off of the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist as out lips dance. I slip my tongue in his mouth. The kiss deepens as me pulls me closer. I burry my head in his neck as he carries me somewhere. I softly kiss his neck as he lays me down on something soft.  My eyes open and I am relieved to realize I am on a couch and not a bed. This allows me to feel like I can change my mind at any given second. It also makes me feel as if he isn't expecting s*x. His hand rests on my breast as he kisses my neck. I want this. His hardness is pressed up between my legs.  Between my legs is soaked with pleasure.  He pulls away and says, "Should I stop?"

"Please don't stop." I plead.

He slips his hand under my dress and bra. My breath quickens as he touches my breast with his bare hand. My hand slips into his waist band  and into his boxers. A smile glides across my face as I feel his hardness.  Roman's breath quickens as I stroke his rock hard manhood.  He pulls away and says, "I don't want you to think I'm like other guys."

"What do you mean?" I ask as I release his hardness.

"I don't want you to think I only want s*x. I want to be with you." he kisses me and then says, "I want to be your last thought at night and your first thought in the morning."

"I want that."

His face goes from a look of love and pleasure to disappointment as he asks, "You only want s*x?"

"No. I want more than that. I want a lasting relationship. When the summer ends, I want to still be with you."

He smiled with that response and kissed me