Once Upon a Summer

By Lawrence Kinden

Romance

Meredith III

When the storm broke, I squealed like a little girl and clung to Anita. She held me and held on to me and we stayed like that for a while. When she said that maybe we could wrestle, an excited tingle rippled across my skin. A part of me wanted to tell her to just rip my clothes off and spank me, but another part recognized the potential of going through with the wrestling part of the game. I could just tell her what I wanted, but maybe what she wanted would be just as interesting.

This time we were more careful. It was unlikley that mommy would come busting down the door in the middle of a rainstorm, but we weren't taking chances. Anita led me to the den, her uncle's study when he'd been alive, now more like a library. As her bedroom for the summer it fit her perfectly. We put some blankets and pillows on the floor for a mat, then each of us stood there, looking at the other.

Anita was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, as usual. The jeans were tight in the butt which I enjoyed immensely. Her t-shirt was unfortunately loose. So, I decided, my goal, other than getting my butt spanked, would be to get Anita's shirt off. Perhaps even to get my hands on her breasts.

“You know,” I said, “On TV, wrestlers go around just in their underwear.”

I could see Anita's indecision. She wasn't repulsed by the idea, but she was nervous. After what happened last time I couldn't blame her. I was certainly nervous too.

“Or, how about this,” I continued. “Whoever loses has to take off a piece of clothing. Socks don’t count.”

“Yeah,” said Anita. “Okay.”

She began to circle slowly to the left so I did so as well. Anita was taller, stronger, faster, but I wasn't going to go down easily. She made to grab me and I jumped back. She pursued and soon we were off our improvised mat and she had me cornered. I had given up too much ground too quickly. She had ahold of me, so I moved in close and suddenly we were on the floor. I squirmed and kicked and flailed, but she manipulated me onto my back, straddled me with her powerful thighs and put her hands on my shoulders. She leaned down until she was nose to nose with me and counted slowly.

“One. Two. Three.”

I was breathing heavily, her weight comfortable atop me. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and was overcome with a desire to press my lips against hers. So I did.


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