Summertime Loving

Judith approached her door, the soft click of the lock echoing in the quiet room, a small act that signified her intent to indulge in solitude. She walked back to her bed, shedding her clothes piece by piece, the fabric falling away to reveal her skin, now bare and exposed.

The cool air brushed against her, sending shivers across her body as she laid down on the soft sheets. She spread her legs wide apart, a blend of vulnerability and excitement coursing through her veins, heightening her anticipation.

Her hand slipped between her thighs, fingers grazing her sensitive skin, igniting a trail of warmth as she began to touch her pink cave carefully. Each caress sent ripples of pleasure through her, sparking memories and fantasies of Travis—his touch, his presence igniting a fire within her.

The thought of him sent a wave of arousal washing over her, her vagina growing wetter with each passing moment, her desire intensifying as she lost herself in the moment.

Before long, her excitement soaked her completely. Her two middle fingers dove in and out of her pink pussy, the rhythm building as she surrendered to the sensations enveloping her. Her face flushed a deep red, the heat radiating from her body as she moved her fingers with increasing urgency.

She wiggled them inside her, exploring every inch of her slick folds, each touch a reminder of the pleasure she craved and the fantasies that fueled her arousal.

"Ahhhhhh... mmmmm..." she moaned as her fingers brushed against a sensitive spot deep inside her, a jolt of pleasure racing through her.

With her other hand, she pinched her nipple, tugging gently. The sensation sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her, amplifying her pleasure.

"Ohh, hmmm," subtle moans escaped her lips, each sound a testament to her growing arousal. Her entire body tingled with delight as she rubbed her soft insides, her fingers gliding past her G-spot, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge.

She bit her lower lip, a spark of anticipation igniting within her as she felt herself nearing the peak. Time seemed to slow, her focus narrowing solely on her pussy, each breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

Then, in an electrifying moment, she orgasmed, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her, splattering her bedsheets with her release.

She shuddered, instinctively flicking her clit with her thumb, urging more of her juices to flow, and they did, cascading over her fingers and sending her deeper into ecstasy.

"That hit the spot," she thought, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she regained her composure, the aftershocks of her pleasure lingering in the air, mingling with the remnants of her fantasy.

.....

Back in his room, Travis lounged on the bed, his eyes fixed on the picture he took of Louis, Mrs. Smith. A smirk crept across his face as an idea sparked in his mind. He powered up his laptop and created a new folder.

He titled it 「Cookie Jar」

Inside this digital vault, he uploaded the pictures of Louis and Missy, establishing a private archive for documenting all the women he'd fuck. Why? Simply for his own amusement. Only he would have access to this folder, and that was all that mattered.

Settling back against the pillows, he let his thoughts drift to tomorrow. It promised to be a beautiful day. Why? Because he was finally going to get some cookie. The anticipation tingled in his veins, setting the stage for what he hoped would be a memorable encounter.

.....

The next day, Travis awoke to the warm sunlight streaming through his window, gently nudging him from his sleep. He sat on the edge of his bed, stretching as he contemplated the day ahead. It was Saturday—no school, just the promise of freedom. He rummaged through his wardrobe, selecting an outfit that suited his mood. Afterward, he decided to do a brief workout, enjoying the endorphin rush it brought.

His physique had improved yet again, but at this point, he was indifferent to the changes. After dressing down, he headed to the bathroom. While he took a thorough shower, Yumi made her way up the stairs, still half-asleep. The couch had not been the most comfortable place for her to rest, but it was all she had.

As she opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, she settled on the toilet seat, relieving herself. Glancing at the yellow stream, she reminded herself to drink more water today.

In that moment, her awareness sharpened, and just then, Travis emerged from the shower, the steam swirling around him. He stood directly in front of Yumi, completely exposed, his cock practically filling her vision.

Yumi's eyes widened in disbelief, her cheeks flushing crimson as she gawked at the unexpected sight. Travis finally registered her presence as the steam began to dissipate.

"Yumi, sup?" he said casually, wiping his body dry. Yumi remained frozen, her gaze locked on him, unable to look away from his impressive display.

"Well, hope you have a great day," he added with a smirk, before striding out of the bathroom, leaving a stunned Yumi behind, still grappling with the reality of what she had just witnessed.

'What did I just see?' she thought, her mind racing.

Travis got dressed and headed downstairs to make some cereal. After finishing his quick breakfast, he left the house. Although it wasn't yet time to meet Judith, he decided to see Mia first, knowing she often spent her free time at the library when boredom struck.

Upon arriving, he found her sitting at a desk, buried in her studies. Travis took a seat next to her, and as soon as Mia turned to see him, a radiant smile lit up her face. She sprang up and hugged him tightly.

"Travis!" she exclaimed, her excitement evident. Travis wrapped his arm around her shoulder, feeling the warmth of their friendship.

"Sorry about yesterday. I wasn't the one who decided to ignore you," she continued, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh, don't worry. I don't care. Now, tell me what you're up to," he asked, genuinely curious.

"I'm just studying, I guess. Nothing much. This is the only place my mom will allow me to go without complaining," she replied with a hint of frustration.

"Damn, that sucks. But I'm sure you don't come here all the time, right?" he inquired.

"Yeah, I don't. I sometimes go to the mall and watch a movie. It's nice. Also, why are you here?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Umm, I need a certain book for my French assignment. Maybe you can help me with it," he said, a hopeful smile on his face.

"Sure! I'd be happy to help," Mia responded, her enthusiasm infectious.

TO BE CONTINUED