Take Me (A Steamy Short Story Romance) (9 page)

"Well, I'm not sorry
either," I said, "I had the night of my life. I guess the joke’s on
you, so there."

And then we both had ourselves a good laugh.

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DRILLED

It was just a temporary job, and
I would have rather spent the summer traveling in Europe with my best friend
Emily. But months before the semester was over, I'd already added up the
dollars and cents and knew I just didn't have enough, even with my student
loans to help me out. I guess when you are poor and going to college on a
scholarship, a lavish summer vacation isn’t an option.

So yeah, I'd be working all
summer.
Again.
And even though I was used to it, I was starting to wish
I had more excitement in my life. It seemed like all the rich kids I knew, like
Emily, were always going on about their cool ski vacations and whatever, and I
was beginning to grow a little envious. When was
I
going to have some
excitement? When was
I
going to have
some thrilling stories of my own to share? I had to study so hard just to keep
my 4.0 GPA and my scholarship, on top of working at the bookstore all semester.
It wasn’t fair that after all the stress of finals I'd have to go straight to
another summer of work.

In any event, I couldn’t complain
too much because I landed a pretty cool job, and it was definitely better than
being a camp counselor (which I had done last year), or making milkshakes at
the drive-in, like I had every summer in high school.

This year I was working for
Delaware South, the private contractor that ran the facilities at Yosemite
National Park. The job was
super
cushy, and from what
I could learn about it most of the girls seemed to like it.
And
why not?
It was a beautiful place, and the responsibilities for most of
the jobs were pretty minimal. Liquor wasn't allowed in the dorm-style barracks
where I would have to live, but that didn't stop the other young employees from
having parties and a great time.

In fact, the talk around the
dorms primarily revolved around parties...and boys. There were way more female
employees than male, and given the general unattractiveness of the male
corporate drone units, it seemed like a summer romance was out of the realm of
possibility for most of us. So whenever one of the girls managed to hook up
with a tourist or one of the ripped rock climbers who spent the summer bumming
around the park, it always caused a small sensation in the dorms.

I sighed, rolling over in my
bunk. I had the day off, and I was taking a lazy moment before heading over to
the cafeteria to steal some food for breakfast. I still wasn't sure what I was
going to do afterwards; probably go on a hike by myself, then splash around in
the river. It is easy to get lazy on these sultry summer days. I pushed my bed sheet
off of me and looked around the spare, musty dorm room. All of my roommates
were at work and I was alone, in a rare quiet moment.

The morning sunlight streamed in
through the windows, already starting to heat up the room. I could hear the
sounds of traffic and conversation outside, off in the distance.

Maybe I should take care of
myself, since I had the dorm all to myself. I ran a hand up my body, wondering
if I should dare to do it. It would suck if someone walked in?

I'd be fast about it, I decided.
It had been a few weeks since I had gotten off, and lately I'd been so horny it
felt like I was always right on the edge of it happening.

I wiggled my shorts off and threw
the covers over me again—just the thought of it made my pulse race. I ran
a hand through my hair, suddenly feeling hot. Holding my hair in one hand, I
closed my eyes and ran a hand up the inside of my thigh. I was already aroused
and didn't need to tease myself the way I was doing, but it felt way too good
not to. I traced my fingers higher and higher, my eyes closed tight. Then my
fingers roamed up to the front of my thigh and around my sex, and I felt a
sudden jolt. A soft moan escaped my mouth.

Then my fingers wandered upwards
across my belly. I let my hand rest for a second, feeling the rise and fall of
my chest before I cupping a breast. I moaned softly again, enjoying the way my
sensitive flesh was gathered up in my hand. Then, ever so slowly, I began to
graze the very tip of my nipple with my thumb. Just the slightest touch was all
I needed to make it rock-hard.

I traced the line of my lips with
my fingers, loving the way my body was coming alive. Then I slowly slid three
fingers into my mouth and began sucking them hard as I imagined I was sucking
something else.

"
Oh yeah,
" I
moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. "
Let me suck your cock.
"
I pushed aside the bottom of my panties with my other hand and started to rub
myself.

Oh my God
, I thought, as I rode the wave.
It felt so good. I heard footsteps passing outside; I tried to block them out,
not wanting to ruin the moment.

"
Oh yeah,
" I
whispered again as I arched my back. "
Fuck me. Fuck me hard!
"

Then I heard the door swing open.
My heart suddenly jumped up into my throat. I dove under the covers just in
time, rolling as close to the wall as possible.

"Anyone here?" I heard
a male voice call quietly. It wasn't a voice I recognized.

"Okay, good," I heard
the voice say even more quietly. Then quiet footsteps entered and the door
latched closed. Who was inside my dorm?

****

Dr.
Clay Hulse

That girl. She was sexy and
curvy, just my type. She was one of the summer employees, a little cutie who
was probably on summer break from college.

But she was too young for me. Way
too young. Of course, that didn't keep me from checking her out every time I
saw her around the tourist village. And it didn't stop my mind from wandering,
either. I kept having fantasies about her getting hurt or sick just so I'd have
to examine her. I knew it was wrong and ridiculous, but I couldn't help it. She
was always on my mind. Eventually I would have to make a move, but every time
we talked she seemed so distant and respectful. It was probably because I was
older; young women always get a little flustered when they have to talk to an
older man.

"What's wrong, honey,"
my latest girlfriend asked. She rolled over in bed, brushing her beautiful,
long black hair out of her face. She tousled my hair a little and kissed my
forehead, then used the opportunity to brush her tits across my face. She was
horny all the time. She better not start complaining about her husband or
something. The girls I met on Tinder always came with surprises like that, and
it was starting to give me a headache.

Being the resident doctor in Yosemite
Valley came with its own perks, and one of them was having a beautiful little
cabin tucked away in the pines, away from the hustle and bustle of the tourist
village. It was a perfect place to bring women, and ever since an old college
buddy had convinced me to get the Tinder application for my iPhone, they had
been driving from San Francisco to see me in droves. A weekend getaway with the
buff doctor...I'd been an All-American football player in college, and the
muscle I'd built up in those days had never really left my frame. I still took
care of myself, running ten miles through the quiet tourist village every
morning and working out in my little personal gym when I had the time.

Still, I was getting tired of all
the shallow Tinder hotties. I wanted someone with some depth and character, not
another plastic-surgeried bimbo who started complaining about their tech-mogul
boyfriend the moment we stopped fucking. It was getting tiresome.

"Baby, what's wrong,"
my girl kept pressing. She rolled over again, giving me a view of her
beautiful, dark, toned body. Anetta (or was it Anita?) was definitely
half-Indian or something. She was tall and willowy and slender, model-perfect
in the way only rich girls are. She gathered up her beautiful tits in her hands,
offering them to me, her face still pained with worry. "Am I not beautiful
enough for you today?"

"Of course you are," I
murmured, running my hand up her thigh. And she was. But right now my mind was
still set on that hot young thing: Kyleen. She was Anita's polar opposite:
short, curvy, with beautiful clear white skin and blond hair. Her eyes had a
bright, intelligent gleam and I loved the way they changed color from green to
blue to gray depending on the light. Every time I passed her in the village I caught
a whiff of her shampoo and perfume, and it was enough to make my cock begin to
harden instantly, every single time.

"Then let me suck your cock
again," Anita pleaded. "I'm only here for another day, and I've never
met anyone as hot as you before. You don't know what it's like living in San
Francisco. All the guys are burnouts or computer hackers. You don't know what
it's like."

Oh God
,
I thought, here it comes.
The crazy
.
These women go so nuts over
me,
it’s hard not to let
it go to my head. "Of course, baby," I breathed.

Anita buried her face in my neck,
licking and biting me. I held her head lightly with one hand as my other ran
down the smooth skin of her body, feeling her shoulder, her breasts, her little
waist, and finally the swell of her buttocks. She moaned as I gathered up her
buttocks
in both
hands, squeezing and spreading her.
She moaned again, softly, and I felt her body tense and shudder. I knew she was
turned on already—I could lean her over the bed and fuck her hard right
then and there. She would let me do anything.

"Do you want to fuck me in
the ass?" she whispered into my ear. Her little bites and kisses grew
stronger and more urgent. "I've never let anyone do it before."

I felt my blood begin to rise and
my cock start to stiffen. Anita's eager hands found it, and she began to stroke
me slowly.

"
Yeah baby
," she
whispered, "
get hard for me
." I closed my eyes and imagined it
was Kyleen who was stroking me, getting me hard. Then I felt Anita's soft lips
close around my cock. I sighed deeply as her lips and tongue worked their
magic. Even with the amount of tail I'd been pulling lately, getting a blowjob
always felt so good. I gripped Anita's beautiful dark hair and guided her head.
The feeling of her wet mouth sucking me sent wave after wave of warm pleasure
sweeping through my body.

"You like that, don't
you?" Anita asked, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. She pulled
her mouth away and began stroking my cock with one hand. Then her voice became
lower, more urgent and sinful. "I want to feel you in my ass. I don't know
why, but I've been dreaming about it all week long." She got on the floor,
on her hands and knees, and spread her buttocks apart. All my blood rushed to my
penis head, and I felt my breath grow even more labored as she showed me her
tight asshole. My eyes wandered from her little opening down to her sex.
Another wave of desire swept through me. I couldn't believe it—Anita was
so wet strings of lust were dripping down from the lips of her pussy.

"Oh my God," I
breathed, running a finger up her slit. She moaned and rocked forward. I slid a
finger inside, feeling her, and another desperate moan escaped her lips.

"Play with yourself," I
coaxed. "I want to watch you do it."

"
Play with myself?
"
Anita whined,
"
no
, it's a tease. I want you to
do me now. And I want you to fuck me in the ass."

"Play with yourself," I
repeated. I knew she would do whatever I wanted. With an agonized whine Anita
laid
down on the bed and lightly touched her clit with two
fingers. I felt my cock grow even harder as I watched her. In all my years of
clinical experience I had never seen a pussy look that swollen, that ripe and
ready to be fucked hard. Anita touched herself, rubbing her clit harder and
harder as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Then I watched as her body
spasmed, her legs rocking upwards as she came.

She really was beautiful
;
a perfect specimen of a woman.

Then I bent her over the side of
the bed and began to fuck her. I gripped her little ass and defiled her,
driving my cock deep inside as she wailed.

"
Fuck me!
" Anita
squealed. "
Fuck me hard, daddy!
" I closed my eyes and imagined
I was fucking Kyleen again, and the pleasure I felt was suddenly magnified. I
bent all the way over Anita, gripping the bed sheets and forcing myself to
stop. I was seconds away from cumming. I watched as she came again, her body
shuddering around my prick. Her pussy clamped down hard, and the sensation was
almost enough to send me over the edge. I gasped, holding back my orgasm.