Summer Wind

Summer wind

Chapter 12 – White Fishnet Stockings

He didn’t know why he brought it up. Now was not the time. Jamie stood before him in the nurse’s outfit that she had promised to wear on the next uninterrupted opportunity that they had together.

He never knew fishnet stockings came in white. But the effect of the white fishnet on her tan legs was undeniably sexy. That should have been a clue that he should keep his mouth shut.

But he hadn’t been able to get the conversation that he had with Brian the week before out of his mind.

“I bumped into Brian the other day.” Warren said, not quite able to pull his eyes away from the hem of Jamie’s outfit. It was short enough to be a shirt. He thought he could see the top of the stockings. They must be thigh highs. What was she wearing underneath the skirt?

All week, he hadn’t felt as if he was being completely honest with Jamie by not telling her about the chance meeting with Brian. And, now, for some reason, seemed like the time. Maybe he was just using it as a ploy to draw out their encounter. He knew, with Jamie in this outfit, that he wasn’t going to be able to go slow the way she liked it. I t was all he could do at the moment to stay on the other side of the room.

“What did he say?” Jamie asked, slowly unbuttoning the top of her uniform.

He could see that she had on a small white bustier. She unsnapped it, and pulled her shirt open, baring her breasts. She moved across the room towards him. Warren tried to focus on her question. “He said you have self-destructive tendencies. That those tendencies, combined with your need to punish your father, were going to ruin your future.”

“Nothing new,” Jamie said, circling Warren until he stood between her and the bed. She slowly began to push him backwards, until he had to back up or fall. When he collapsed on the bed, she joined him, straddling his hips.

Reaching down to pull his shirt off, she asked, “What else did he say?”


Warren hesitated for a moment before replying, “He said I had lasted longer than most of the weekend fucks that you pick up.” He watched her face and waited for her reaction.

Jamie paused in what she was doing. “Good ol’ Brian.” She met Warren’s eyes. “Are you surprised? Does it bother you?”

“Is that what I am?” He wasn’t sure at the moment what he was feeling. Hurt, wariness, a preparation for the end.

“You know that’s how it started out. A girl tries to sleep with you on the second date. Did you think it was your overpowering sensuality? That I threw all caution to the wind when I looked into your eyes and fell head over heels for you that first night in the park?” She watched him, with a look of puzzlement on her face, but Warren thought he knew what she was hiding.

She had fallen, and she hadn’t planned it. Just like he hadn’t. Maybe they had started out as just a weekend fling. But it was almost five months later, and he couldn’t get her out of his head.

He wasn’t sure where they were headed. Graduation was only six months away, and they were both planning to get as far away from this town as possible. But were they going in the same direction when they left? What did graduation mean for the two of them?

Warren didn’t know, but he planned to make as much of the time they had left together as he could. He wanted to make sure that Jamie’s future didn’t turn out to be the one that she felt was already pre-ordained. And maybe along the way, his future could turn out a little better than he had always expected.

“I know one thing, Jamie. No matter how we started out, this isn’t a one night stand. We’re both in deeper than we ever planned.” Warren reached up to grip her hips and pull her down to him. He stared into her eyes. He kissed her. It started out gently, but quickly grew deep and urgent.

Warren slid his hands up under her shirt and began to tug it off. “I don’t know how things are going to end up, but you’re important to me.” He kissed her again, cupping her breasts, rubbing her nipples. “Now, try telling me I’m not important to you.”

Jamie pushed herself up so that she could pull the Velcro loose that was keeping the skirt on. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.

Still straddling him, Jamie rubbed herself against his stomach, against the bulge in his jeans.

He closed his eyes as he felt the fire spread out from his center, felt it run down his arms and legs. He pulled it back in and opened his eyes. He ran his hands up Jamie’s bare thighs, fingered the fine hairs between her legs, fought an urge to rush ahead.

He ran his hands on up to her hips, and gripping her tightly, he pulled her down and to the side, pushing her to the bed beside of him.

Kicking his jeans free from his legs, he used the moment to study her. Naked except for the fishnet stockings, she was tan and golden, even on the edge of winter. Her blue eyes flashed impatiently, and he knew she wasn’t going to wait much longer.

Jamie smiled, as Warren kissed her neck. “Even if we had only lasted for that weekend. It would have been worth it,” she said. “You had me from the word go.” She cocked one leg over his hip as he lay beside of her. “But right now you’re pushing my patience.”

“Then, that’s what I think we need to work on. Sometimes the best things in life are worth waiting for…” Warren teased.

Warren kissed his way down her stomach. He controlled the urge to rush, as he felt her wrap her legs around his own. He rubbed her nipples in to tight nubs with one hand, as he fingered the ridge of one hip with the other. He kissed the sweet spot that led downwards towards a more important area. Jamie lifted her hips slightly, urging him, unspoken, to continue with his explorations.

He kissed her hips, and began to move lower. Skipping over the most sensitive of areas, he heard her groan, as he tongued her, thrusting in and out quickly and teasingly. He continued to tease her, moving again and again to lick her deeply then moving up to that hard nub. Running his tongue in slow circles, he played with her. Felt her control breaking, he heard her pleads, but ignored them. He flicked his tongue up, momentarily, bringing her to the edge, and then withdrawing. Planning to draw this out as long as possible, he licked along the edges, sucking occasionally, at her center.

But her reactions were making it difficult for him to concentrate. It was all he could do to contain his powers, as he listened to her beg for him to enter her. In concern for her safety, he moved his hands to grip the pillow under her back. Damn, he thought he had this problem worked out. But, listening to her moans, feeling her drip on his tongue, he felt the urge to power up, to release the fire building inside of him. It burned in his brain, in his stomach, and lower. It clouded his vision. It clouded his mind. His breathe came in ragged gasps as he felt her pressing against him.

He pulled his way back up, being careful to keep his hands away from her skin. He knew he couldn’t last much longer. She rose to meet him, no subtlety left. It was all he could do to freeze the moment as he thrust his way in. Eyes closed, he could feel her nails clawing his back, felt the intake of breath, heard her whisper, ‘yes.’ Her rhythm matched his own perfectly.

He lowered his mouth to hers, and she didn’t shy away from his kiss. Their tongues clashed harshly. She sucked at his lower lip, when he came up for air. He moved to her throat, sucking at her jugular, as the ecstasy he felt threatened to overcome him. He heard her moans and knew she was close. Felt her shudder as she threw her arms out to the side. He thrust deeply and repeatedly as he lost control. Stars burst behind his eyelids as he joined her.

Opening his eyes, he was relieved to find that nothing was burning in his room, although it did seem a bit steamy. He felt hotter than he had ever felt before. He noticed that a fine bead of sweat covered his body. It was pooling on his back and running in tiny rivulets to drip down on to Jamie’s delicate skin. “Ouch,” she said, with quiet laughter. “Even your sweat is close to boiling.”

“Complaining?” he asked, still above her, poised on his hands and arms, trying to cool his body temperature before lying down with her.

She licked at a droplet that had touched her lips. “Never,” she replied, “god, that was exquisite. I don’t think I can move, now.” Her legs were loose and limber, wrapped around his own. She moved one up and down Warren’s thighs, pulling him closer. “Come here, I’ll be okay.”

Jamie rubbed her fingers along Warren’s skin, tickling his back lazily, as he relaxed against her. Staring off into space, she counted the months until June. “You know the college with the best track and field program is the one I interviewed with up in the mountains.”

She waited for Warren to comment, but when he remained silent, she continued. “The college with the best journalism program is in the southeast.”

“Really,” Warren acted surprised.

“Yeah, really.” There must be about four hundred miles between the two.” Jamie waited for Warren’s reaction.

Finally, he smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. “I’ve always liked the mountains myself. And, I hear the journalism program at MSU isn’t that bad.”

Jamie closed her eyes and thought about the future.


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