Pooner Diaries: Summer

[Birdboy 10482]

It's summertime. I love summertime. Endless evenings of sunlight, long walks along the shore at the cottage. The smell of the barbeque and the way that sweet grilled meat tastes even better alfresco. Who could ever forget, it was the time of year when things were hot, sticky, breathless, and everyone was oh so lightly clothed. And for me, summertime is at its best out at the lake.

 

I sat on a folding chair out at the end of the dock. It's early, very early. The sun is about to rise, and the deep purple of the sky about to give way to the reds and pinks of the new day. Mist swirls delicately over the water. It's cool this morning. Although it is still August, I already have my flannel shirt on, and my cup of coffee is steaming. All is quiet, but a moment later I hear the plaintive cry of a loon off in the distance.

 

It was a timeless moment. It could have been anytime for me in the last twenty years. But the sunrise, the mist, the loon, could have been any time in the last twenty thousand years. It was a moment for a little moving through history myself. I found myself reminiscing, between these greying temples and behind the fine lines at the corners of my eyes.

 

Brenda. The reminders of her surround me, and it's inevitable that I would think of her today, though it has been years since she was here last.

 

It was a summer, so very many years ago, when I first met her. It was a time before pooning, a time before responsibilities, before mortgages, before marriages. It was in my simpler college days, and a Friday after a dull week at my summer job. I'd just been paid. My bike was full of gas, and I had a pocketful of cash for some of life's little necessities. The rest of the summer beckoned out like a highway to the horizon, with its endless possibilities. And I was going to a party with a couple of my buddies. A house party, at a friend of a friend of a friend's. Life was good.

 

The party was loud, it was crowded. U2 and Guns & Roses blared from the speakers, as I looked around. There was no one I recognized, and my buddies had already disappeared when I turned to look for them. I shifted the case of liquid life's necessity I was holding from one hand to the other. And then I saw her.

 

Long curly strawberry blonde hair. Creamy pale skin. Serious-looking tortoiseshell glasses perched on a button nose, framed incredible blue-green eyes peering out from behind red lashes. A light smattering of freckles. Full, rich, gorgeous coral-pink lips that didn't need lipstick. She wore a simple t-shirt and jeans. So simple, so ordinary. But there was something about her. Something that struck a chord, and spoke to a longing that I never knew I had, but suddenly and with great clarity realized the depth of.

 

She was alone, snacking on some chips. She must have sensed my staring at her, for she turned. I smiled, and she grinned shyly back. Bon Jovi wailed in the background.

 

"Hey. Great party, huh?" Oh, god. Was this the best I could do?

 

She smiled at me, an amused look widening her grin, lighting up the room with its incandescence. She was so pretty it almost hurt to look at her, like a cartoon caricature of a girl. So much cuter than real life.

 

"It's ok." Her words were lukewarm, but her body language was unmistakeable. She turned toward me, standing close by, giving me her rapt attention.

 

"My friends call me Birdie."

 

"I'm Brenda."

 

"Well, Brenda. Buy you a drink?" I held the case of stubby brown bottles toward her. She took one, twisting off the cap, raising the bottle to her lips. I can still imagine that moment in slow motion, her full lips pursing, the intense pink of the inside of her mouth exposed as her lips parted momentarily, the cold dewy bottle pressing suggestively to her lips.

 

I moved the case of beer to hide the front of my jeans. Hey, I was nineteen.

 

We talked, we laughed, we danced. I'm sure that there were other people at that party, but I hardly noticed them. It was almost 2 AM, during a momentary lull in our conversation when I leaned forward and kissed her.

 

I moved back to look at her reaction. Her eyes twinkled, a shy smile crossed those bee-stung lips. I closed my eyes and kissed her again, mouth opening, my tongue touching hers. Bliss.

 

"Wanna go for a ride?"

 

"Yeah."

 

The prolonged heat wave made the night air close and heavy. But it was a perfect night for a ride to cool off, and she stepped on as I started the bike. Her arms wrapped around me and felt her rest her cheek on my back as we rode off into the darkness.

 

(to be continued)

[Guest al****s]

Don't make us wait too long for the next part! I wish it was me on the back of your bike!!

 

alexis...xoxo

[Birdboy 10482]

No Alexis, you won't be waiting too long for the next part. Will, say.. now do? :grin:

 

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The warm night air fluttered around us, the bike purred beneath us. I heard the wind flutter and her occasional remarks. I caught whiffs of her perfume, fresh cut grass, the night air. Her arms held me close, and I felt her firm breasts push into my back as she stroked my chest with her hands. I rode on, flushed and breathless, her head on my back.

 

That ride was magical. I didn't want it to end, but as all good things do, it had to.

 

"Hey, where can I take you?"

 

"I'm on.." She named a street in the West End. I pulled up, a big old house with a verandah and a swing for two on the porch. White picket fence.

 

She slipped off the bike. "I can't let you in. My roommates are home."

 

"Oh, that's OK. Let me see you to the door." Before she could protest, I was already off the bike and starting up the walk, my boots clumping on the concrete in the dark.

 

We ambled slowly up the verandah stairs to the door. "Thanks. I had a good time." Even in the dim light, I could see her smile.

 

"Me too. Can I see you again?" She opened her purse and wrote her number on a slip of paper. I thanked her, then turned to go. She had her keys out, and was about to unlock the door when I looked back.

 

It really was a lovely evening. I didn't want it to end. I walked up behind her, put my arms around her. Nuzzled her hair, kissed the back of her neck. She froze with surprise, and gasped. I wondered if she would stop me. I heard her exhale slowly, then she relaxed. She turned in my arms, and her mouth was on mine, our tongues duelling. My pulse raced, my breathing became shallow and deep. I stroked the back of her neck, palmed a single perfect butt cheek with the other hand.

 

She broke our kiss. "You brat!" she said breathily. "You can't come in."

 

"We don't have to go in." I looked toward the nearby swinging love seat. It was a dark, moonless night.

 

She looked toward the house for a moment, bit her lower lip. She said the most magical word, the most delightful music to my ears.

 

"Okay."

 

We were on the swing in a moment, our hands already on each other, our mouths open to wordless communication. Our tongues sent semaphores to each other, flagrantly transmitting our young lust. My hands were on her breasts, kneading them gently. She moaned, every so softly.

 

She spoke softly, almost a whisper. "Did you bring anything?"

 

I would have made a lousy boy scout. I hadn't. The idea of anything happening at the party other than getting loaded with my buddies had never seriously crossed my mind. I started to inwardly curse the heavens for my poor fortune when she said, "That's OK." She glided her fingertips down from my chest, over my stomach, down over the bulge in my pants. It was my turn to gasp. She looked at me, a mischevious grin flickering at the corners of those full lips. I felt the warmth of her palm through my jeans, the gentle sliding pressure of her slow movement. Then felt the zipper pulled.

 

I can still hear that zipper opening, the brrrpppt like ripping silk as she opened the portal to new delights for me. She reached in and flushed out her quarry. This fox had full control over her den. A small tug, and my cock was free and out into the open air. She kissed her index finger, then pressed it to mine with a smile before kneeling over my lap.

 

She engulfed my cock with her mouth, the slick warmth unlike anything I'd ever experienced. My pulse thudded in my ears and I panted with ragged breaths as she moved and swirled. My conscious thoughts were blasted away with the sensation, and she pulled away, finishing me off forever with a firm grip of one dainty pink hand.

 

I saw stars.

 

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That was the start of my first college summer romance. The world was so big in those days, and I wanted to drink it all in. Our romance shone brightly, bright as a newly minted penny. We became inseparable, her and I. We would take long rides on my bike, picnicking in the countryside, making love in the tall grass as the leaves rustled and big fluffy white clouds meandered slowly overhead. I would pick her up early in the morning from the bar where she worked, and we would go for long walks along the river in the dark, whispering our secrets to each other.

 

I remember that night at this cottage, so many years ago. Diving naked off this very dock, skinny dipping under the midnight moon. Laughing, bundled up in blankets in front of a roaring fire. Still naked, our hair wet, passing a bottle of cheap wine between us. I was happy in those days, but I was too young to know it.

 

Our newly minted penny changed over the summer, as the days shortened and the nights started to become cool. I started to notice things about her that bothered me. We started to disagree, then argue. Our penny was tarnishing, and it no longer resembled the shining icon it was at the beginning of the summer. It was time, that late August so many years ago, to start thinking about going back to school.

 

Our summer romance went the way of so many summer flings before us. I went back to school, and she kept tending bar. I graduated from college that year, and sold my bike, bought a car. Got a job. Moved on. And never heard from her again.

 

(to be continued)

[Guest al****s]

ahhhh...the glorious innocence of youth...if only we could get it back! Another awesome entry to your story...don't stop...

 

alexis...xoxo

[Birdboy 10482]

Rolling billows of pinks and reds were appearing in the eastern sky now, and the world was suffused with a rosy glow. It's going to be a gorgeous morning. The songbirds were starting to wake as well, chirping their morning blessings. It would be sunrise very soon.

 

Some people stay with you forever in your memories. I dated other ladies and eventually married and settled down, but I still thought about Brenda every once in a while. I wondered what ever happened to her. I reminisced about her, that summer, my carefree college days. I marveled that in the tiny city that I lived in, where everyone seemed to know each other and you would run across everyone that you ever met eventually, that I never bumped into her.

 

But life goes on, and everyone's life must have their share of sad days. A series of personal setbacks made for a dismal winter that turned into a depressing spring and a painful summer. And one brilliant, gorgeous summer day when things were at their lowest and I was so lonely I thought I was losing my mind, I decided to reach out for help. Professional help. But the mainstream world of psychiatrists and doctors wasn't for me. Like men for centuries before me, I sought help of a more visceral nature. I scanned the yellow pages, and found an ad for exactly the kind of place I was hoping for. And a brief phone call later to ask a few questions and get the address, and I was on my way.

 

I'd never done anything like this before. I parked my car behind the building, out of sight from the street. I hesitated for a moment before getting out of the car, nervous to come out from behind the tinted windows. I steeled my resolve, opened the car door, and walked in.

 

It was cool in the building. I stopped, my eyes adjusting to the dim light after the bright afternoon. I was confronted with my first decision. Up or down? I decided to go down, my descent echoing my Hadean mood.

 

I saw her at the desk. It was the back of her head at first, bobbing ever so gently as she talked on the phone. But she turned as she hung up the phone, and I saw her in profile then. Her hair was much longer and dyed auburn, and that slim teenaged frame had transmuted into bold womanly curves. She had a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and her makeup was different now. But I recognized that face in an eyeblink, and my heart raced. I walked up and smiled.

 

"Hi, Brenda." She looked up, surprised. She looked puzzled for a moment, her eyes narrowing at first, then opening wide. And her face broke out into a sunrise burst of delight, as she recognized me. She lept out from behind the desk, and gave me a hug.

 

"Birdie! Hi!!" It was good to feel her hug again.

 

"It's nice to see you. How long has it been?" She reached to touch my upper arm, a gentle stroke.

 

"Way too long. Twenty years? I'm surprised I never saw you around."

 

"Well, I left the country to go to school for a while. Then I travelled around, and..." Oh, the sublime delight of seeing her again. We quickly caught up with old times. It was if no time had passed at all.

 

"..and after he left, I was on my own. I started working here. How about you? I heard you got married."

 

"I was." I looked away, my pain must have been obvious to anyone within oh, a mile or so.

 

There was an awkward moment, and then she grinned a crooked Charlie Brown smile. "So whatcha wanna do, Birdie? Wanna see the book?" She slid the binder across the table at me.

 

"Book?" My delight in talking to her again was so complete, I had almost forgotten why I was there. I flipped through the binder idly, each page showing pictures of young women. I skimmed their faces and none of them called out to me. No, I wanted more now than I when I walked in a few minutes ago. Much, much more.

 

"Are these all of them?"

 

"Oh, there's one who started yesterday and her picture isn't in the book yet. Want me to call her here so you can have a look?"

 

"No, that's OK." I already knew the one I wanted, and she was much closer than the next room. "I was thinking about you, Brenda."

 

She looked startled, and then smiled a half smile of satisfaction, wonder, and half-forgotten longing. "I think I can arrange that."

 

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I sat nervously, alone in the room, the hot tub burbling away. She'd led me here, then disappeared behind the closing door.

 

The door swung open, and she walked through. She wore a pink satin robe, and I could see her black heels below it. She set two bottles of water on the table.

 

"Why are you still dressed?"

 

I stammered an nervous explanation. I'd never done anything like this before. I thought that getting comfortable meant just reclining in the chair.

 

"Oh, that's okay. Just relax. Just let me do everything, and you'll be all right." I noticed a gleam in her eyes. I wonder what she meant by that? "I'm supposed to take you in the tub, but I've got other plans for you. Here, lie down on your stomach."

 

I did as she asked, and I turned to see her pick up a bottle of baby oil and squirt a little onto my back. Her hands were warm, soft, and talented. "Oh, your muscles are so stiff. You must be tense." I sighed a grunt of agreement. Her touch was soon transporting me to Cloud 9, where I floated between this world and the arms of Morpheus. I soon saw a flash of pink satin beside me. It was her robe. She straddled me, rubbing her body against mine. The warmth of her flesh and the slickness of the oil were soothing and yet arousing, as I drifted back to earth from my near slumber. My senses became sharply aware, feeling every soft brush of her skin against mine, the hardness of her nipples brush against my back. Her lips, warm now, kissing the back of my neck. The smell of her hair and her perfume, the burble of the tub.

 

I felt a sudden coolness as she rose to her knees. I was already feeling at home beneath her body, and felt instant regret at being separated from her bosomy embrace. "Turn over." I rolled over and looked up in time to see her descend on me, her mouth on mine, her hands on my cheeks. And her hips straddled mine, and started a slow, intense, rhythmic grind on my cock. I understood then that this wasn't just about my pleasure anymore, it was about hers. And it was a good thing that I was enjoying it as well, for she had me captive in her pursuit of it.

 

I began a slow swirling grind back, and she suddenly froze with a gasp, her face twisted intensely. I sped up the pace, and she gasped again and again. "Oh, you..." She devoured me, her tongue forcing its way in to my mouth, invading me, holding me down. And I could hold on no longer, cumming in an enormous release, all of my loneliness and despair being freed in that instant along with the surge in my hips.

 

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And that was how I came to make Brenda's acquaintance again. It was just a teen summer fling that we had as kids, when we were young and foolish and thought we would live forever. We thought that happiness would always be forever free and easy, that we would effortlessly find our ways in this world. We're older now, and know that sometimes being happy takes a little bit of luck along with a lot of hard work. It's almost fall now. Maybe, just maybe, we can try to pick up where we left off all those many years ago.

 

The sun was almost fully above the horizon now. It's time to get back in the cottage and make some breakfast. I have some sausages and pancakes ready to go. Brenda will love it.

[Guest al****s]

Well done Birdboy!! This was an awesome story, which I will read more than once! It's all about destiny and fate...

 

alexis.xoxo