My eyes filled with tears as I read her inscription once again.
‘Loving memories of a wonderful daughter, sister and friend. Francesca Barker. Born 30th January 1983 – Died 14th March 2003. Sadly missed and never forgotten.’
I sat down on the grass in front of the worn grave. There were some dead flowers that I removed. I didn’t get a chance to visit last time we were here.
My eyes started to fill up with big tears as I thought about all the good times we shared. It was always me, Katie and Frankie. There was never any of that three is a crowd thing, we all just rubbed along famously. I missed her so much.
As I transported my memory back to happier times, I was aware of someone else walking into the graveyard. I didn’t even have to turn around to know that it was Zack.
My body was always acutely aware when he was near to me. It was like he sent off a mysterious sexy pheromone that I could pick up instantly.
“Hi, baby. Are you okay?” he said, stroking my hair.
His voice sounded like a mixture of melted chocolate and really hot sex. He turned me on just by talking.
“I’m fine, thanks. Thanks for coming down here. I know you feel like crap!”
I smiled over at him and my heart skipped a beat as I gazed into his lovely face.
Would I ever tire of him? Nope.
Would he ever tire of me? God, I hoped not.
“That Prosecco is some evil shit but I couldn’t let you be here on your own. Tell me about Frankie.”
He sat down next to me. His strong arm came around my shoulder and I leaned into his body.
“Frankie was the life and soul of the party. She had crazy light brown hair that was a mass of messy curls. She complained about it all the time but it was beautiful, just like her. Her eyes were a gorgeous emerald green that caught the light. When she walked into a room, it literally lit up. She was in love with a boy from school. They were so good together and they would have got married and had the happy ever after. When she found out she had a brain tumour, she said she would fight it tooth and nail, but it was too much for her.” I sniffed as tears flowed down my cheeks.
“Don’t cry, she wouldn’t have wanted that.”
“We did everything together with Katie as well. We were inseparable.”
“Was she ill for a long time?”
He kissed my forehead as I cuddled closer to him.
“About a year, but it felt longer. She said her goodbyes and wrote me a letter. I look at it from time to time and it’s crispy with my dried tears.”
We sat for quite a while lost in our thoughts and black clouds started to form in the heavy sky. The air felt dense and muggy.
“We had better get back. It’s going to chuck it down.”
Heading up the lane back towards the house, we walked hand in hand in comfortable silence. This was one of the things I loved about him, we were in tune with each other and the silences never seemed awkward. A loud clap of thunder made me jump.
“Captain America, there’s a storm a brewing!” I laughed as we broke into a run up the road.
The heavens opened and we got soaked through to our underwear. My dress clung to all my curves in an erotic fashion. I looked over at his hard nipples sticking through his t-shirt.
Obviously it made me really horny.
My libido was off the hook with him!
I took one look at him and I saw that he was feeling the same.
My mouth twisted into a wry smile as our eyes met. We stopped walking and turned to face each other. He gently stepped closer and grasped my breasts. Zack slowly unbuttoned my dress and slipped his hands inside my bra. His warm wet hands glided over me deliciously. Gently pulling my bra down, he kissed my breasts and licked the nipples sucking and nibbling as desire enveloped me. His tongue lashed over and over and it sent a hot flush straight between my legs.
Luckily there wasn’t a soul around as I clasped him close to my soaking wet body.
“You look hot, all wet like that!” he whispered.
“So do you, gorgeous.”
He pulled back from me as we stood looking deeply into each other’s eyes. The warm late summer rain was running down his stunning face and his sapphire blue eyes blazed with unspoken passion. Our hair was clinging to our wet faces.
Zack stepped closer and took me into his arms. His hot tongue slid into my mouth, dominating me, owning me, possessing me, claiming me.
My hands touched his sculptured chest and I let them greedily roam all over him, teasing his hard nipples. He moaned deeply into my hair. I slid my hands down his back and groped his arse. His growing erection dug into my hip.
Unzipping his jeans, I pushed my hand in and grasped him possessively. I cupped his heavy sac in my hands and squeezed gently. He groaned with his eyes closed.
Commando! Again!
“Do you have an aversion to underwear, Mr Cole?” I breathed, nibbling his earlobe.