The only good thing about this trip was that the seat next to me was empty. And I’d fully taken advantage, spreading my charcoal pencils and sketchpads all over the place. I was shading the angles of a drawing due Monday for my structural design class when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I smiled before even digging it out, knowing it was her.
The season might have cooled, but things were just getting heated with my very own Summer. After spending hours in the fountain together the afternoon we met, she’d had to take off—her parents were picking her up for a weekend back down in San Diego where they lived. We’d exchanged numbers, and I’d wound up texting her at two in the morning that night after having a few too many beers with my brother and his friends. Even my drunken texts that rambled on about how gorgeous she was didn’t scare her away. Over the next six weeks, we texted or talked a few times a day, yapping about all sorts of shit that I didn’t normally talk about. But recently, as my visit neared, our texts had taken a hot and heavy turn. We’d gone from talking about her stepfather being an asshole, my mom’s death, and our plans for the future, to what we wanted to do to each other when we were together again.
I typed in my password, and her new text popped up.
Summer: Truth or dare?
I smiled. Considering I was sitting on a bus, there wasn’t much of a choice. Plus, it seemed to be our thing. I always picked truth. Summer always picked dare.
Hunter: Truth.
Summer: Hmm…. Okay. Let me think of something good.
A few minutes later another text arrived.
Summer: What’s the grossest thing you’ve ever done with a girl?
I knew the answer without even needing to ponder, although I wasn’t sure she’d like to hear it. I typed back.
Hunter: Are you sure you want the truth on this one? What if it grosses you out?
Summer: Now I’m totally intrigued and need to know…
I chuckled. Okay, you asked for it.
Hunter: I sucked a girl’s toes once. I should add that she’d just gotten out of the shower, so they were clean.
Summer: Is that something you’re into?
Hunter: Not at all.
Summer: You just wanted to try it?
Hunter: No. She asked me to.
Summer: Hmmm…
What did that mean? Hmmm...
Hunter: Did I gross you out?
Summer: Not at all. Just the opposite. I think it’s sexy that you’ll do something you aren’t into just to please your partner.
I wanted to demonstrate my dedication to pleasing her in the worst way.
Hunter: Your turn. Truth or Dare?
She typed back immediately.
Summer: Dare.
I knew what I wanted. Hell, I had a stiff one growing in my pants from just the thought of what I wanted to dare her to do. But I didn’t want to be a dick and type send me a skin shot. So I went light, tossing the ball in her corner.
Hunter: Send me a sexy pic.
My phone went quiet after that for a good ten minutes. I’d started to get concerned that I might’ve upset her when it buzzed again.
Summer: Use your hands to shield your phone so no creepers on the bus see over your shoulder.
Fuck yeah.
A few seconds later, a picture flashed on my screen. Summer was completely naked, even if I didn’t get a full look at everything. She was kneeling to the side with her legs closed and had one arm positioned across her chest so it covered almost both her breasts, except she’d left her pointer and middle finger spread wide so her left nipple was on full display. As if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, the face she made was the frosting on the cake. Her head was tilted down in a shy way, but her lips were parted in a pout as she looked up at the camera from under her thick lashes.
Fuck. She was every guy’s wet dream. Open, free spirited, face like an angel, and body like the devil. I stared at the picture so long, I hadn’t realized how much time went by until Summer texted again.
Summer: Say something. Was that too much? What are you sitting there thinking?
Hunter: You want the truth?
Summer: Of course.
Hunter: You’re fucking gorgeous. I’m wondering if I should slip into the piss-smelling bus bathroom to jerk off now or try to hang on until I get to my brother’s place.
Summer: LOL. Happy birthday, Hunter. Can’t wait to say it in person.
She probably thought I was kidding. I took a deep whiff in. God, this bus reeked. Jayce’s room, it is. Sorry, big bro. Which reminded me…Summer and I had talked about spending time together this weekend, but we hadn’t made any specific plans, and my brother wanted me to go to some party to meet a girl he was head over heels for.
Hunter: What are you doing tonight? My brother wants to take me to a party at one of his frat brother’s houses. Want to come along?