Three days later, Summer had postponed her travel because of the heavy winter, the weather was below -15 and this was impossible to leave the house. She slowly walked up to her window in a white short skirt, the length was just above her knee and a brown buttoned shirt, and peeped from the curtain, the roads, cars, and roofs were covered in thick snow, Summer inhaled and closed the curtains, laying on her bed.
Suddenly, her phone beeped, it was Jasmine calling, she smiled and when she was about to pick up, the call cut and the signal went off. Summer sighed, dropping to the bed again, nothing was working not even her WiFi.
They said the weather would get better today, latest in the afternoon and she hoped so, staring at the ceiling her legs began to ache at her thoughts, what was he called? Andrew— a friend at the club where she worked, Summer had crushes on many men but Andrew was different he made her heart pound and happy, and her cheeks flush, her skin would become hot whenever their eyes met, and when he touched her hands, she felt divine but all those came to an end when his girlfriend had visited, apparently, he had never spoken of a girlfriend and made her love him.
But she wasn't over him, she craved him and desired him like her favourite ice cream flavour, even with the thought of his girlfriend, she wished she could have just a night with him.
Thinking of how their night would have gone and how lovely he would have made her feel? Summer was aroused by those thoughts.
She caressed her ear unconsciously that was the start of it. Slowly, she caressed her neck and then pulled at her loose shirt, massaging her breasts through it and slipping her hands inside to touch her right breast. It was too late to stop the hand on her knee inched slowly to her pussy, her skirt opened giving her more access. Between her legs pounded so heavily that when she placed her hand there, hoping to subdue it a little bit, it pounded more. But the wetness on the crotch of her panties let her know she had to do more to ease the ache that made her hand begin to throb. The skin all over her body was warm and everywhere she touched made it pulse more between her legs. She was almost afraid to touch herself because she knew she was going to go wild. She wouldn't want someone walking up on her, thinking she wasn't okay.
Summer touched herself at her core and caressed the hair that surrounded her and the sweet moan that came from her pleaded with her for more. She touched herself with determination, and soon that was not even enough. Her breath went shallow and her eyes closed briefly, Summer's body danced to the rhythm of her hands over her body.
Not satisfied with that, Summer pushed a finger into herself and shoved them roughly in and out like she would have Andrew do her. It felt so good, and she could picture him around her, her heart skipping, while her legs opened, even more, and her moans were becoming louder with the whisper of his name on her lips. Then she furiously rubbed herself in a circle. Her very own sweet ride to heaven, as she cried out in release when she came.
"Oh, god!" Her eyes opened wide and her body electrified, her hips grinding the bed.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps and a loud call followed after. "Summer!" It was her father— Mr Nathan, she quickly covered her skirt and rushed under her blanket, "Summer?" He knocked, and that was when she realized he could knock, she sighed and placed her hand over her head, her eyes caught her breast exposed. Summer hurriedly began to button her shirt.
"Come in," she said in a low voice, the door pushed open and Mr Nathan walked in.
"It's okay to travel," he said, summer immediately looked at him, and her eyes flashed with happiness.
"Really?" She jumped off the bed, Mr Nathan looked at her head to toe, surprised by the outfit she had on. "What?" She said, catching him staring.
"Isn't that too open for this weather?" He looked at the window, Summer rolled her eyes and grabbed her thick coat.
"I better not get stranded again," she said, heading to her closet, as soon as she got in, she exhaled and looked down at herself, she was all soaked and needed to clean herself up.
"Well, Jasmine would be here soon! She would give you a ride with my car, be out soon" He yelled, Summer stepped out but he had already left her room.
She quickly hurried to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Summer slowly opened her door and heard voices coming from downstairs, it was her father's voice and Mrs Valerie, they both talked about her, and this made her stand beside her door as she listened carefully.
"I am sure, she would visit when she's free," Mrs Valerie said, trying to console Mr Nathan.
"Yeah, I guess.. when there's no one here for her to visit, she could barely even smile at me," He said, Mrs Valerie handed him a napkin, beckoning him to wipe his face but he used his hands instead.
"She was bound to move out anyway, she's not going to be here forever, maybe if she doesn't visit, we could go over, you know... With some baked chicken and all," she explained, her face was filled with sadness but her voice sounded so happy.
Summer swallowed, and closed the door loud enough, she struggled with her pastel blue suitcase and had a bag over her shoulders. She needed to clear the sad mood and yelled.
"Is Jasmine here yet?" She asked, and joyfully as she dragged her suitcase downstairs.
"Hey! I got that, let me help you" Mr Nathan said, rushing to help her with the suitcase, as he grabbed it, a knock interrupted.
"Mr Nathan?" Jasmine called from behind the door.
"Oh, I got it," Mrs Valerie said, rushing to the door.