Chapter Eighteen
They left early on Saturday, Nick filling up the Mustang and then heading for the campus. Sitting beside him, Lucy was dressed in a sheer flowered wraparound over a black bikini, sunglasses perched on top of her head. It was a glorious summer morning and just perfect for the beach. Nick headed into the city, followed the ramp to Huntingdon Avenue, and found Summer, as arranged, waiting outside the Museum of Fine Arts. She was wearing a baggy yellow tank top, denim cut-offs, and had a polka-dot scarf tied around her head. Nick discreetly observed her smooth legs and felt a warm glow in his belly as he recalled how she had taken his c**k in her hand only two days earlier. They hadn’t seen each other since, and he wondered if she was now regretting what had happened. He had
