Page 1 of Last Summer

YOU

JONATHAN

Her nails dig into my neck, my fingers digging into her hips as I guide her. Danica’s pussy grinding against me while she moans my name, as if it means something, is the highest high I’ll ever experience. We broke up over Spring Break, but here we are slipping back into our toxic cycle.

We break up.

We make up.

Fuck! The way Danica fucks me is almost like she’s trying to forget.

And I pretend like it isn’t me that she wants to forget.

Our friends are still back at the cabin getting ready to head out after our summer holiday in the mountains, while I fuck the lights out the girl that I can’t seem to quit.

A high I can never seem to get enough of.

I wish things were different, but I'm too deep in pills and my own family shit. But not Danica, she is my one good thing. She has a world full of light ahead of her, and maybe one day I can stop pulling her into my darkness. Maybe one day I’ll let her be free.

But today is not that day.

My mouth closes around her nipple, swirling my tongue over the sensitive bud as her walls clench around my length.

So tight.

So perfect.

So mine .

“I love you,” she whispers as I continue to guide her through her climax. I want to say it back. Really, I fucking do. But I stop myself. It’s better this way. This way it hurts less when the inevitable happens. I am a fuck up who doesn’t deserve a girl like her, and soon, she’ll leave me behind.

Shit , maybe I’d even welcome it. She deserves to head off to college at the end of the summer without me weighing her down.

She doesn’t belong stuck here, rotting away with me.

There’s too many bodies buried in my metaphorical backyard for a good girl like Danica.

I know I should let her go. And yet, I can’t stop looking for her—I even followed her to the fucking woods this week to win her back.

And I hate the woods. They always remind me of the scary movies my sister forces me to watch.

Nothing good comes from drunk people in the woods.

Nothing good comes from my twin sister either.

Danica throws her head back, ripping her nipple from my mouth.

“Fuck. D. I’m going to fill this tight little cunt with my cum. Is that what you want?”

She shatters around my cock. Her pussy pulses as she shrieks, and her nails dig into my shoulders.

I groan as I watch her perky tits bounce under the moonlight, and just like that, I’m filling her up with my own release.

I continue to thrust up into her until I’m spent.

“You’ll need to get a Plan B,” I mutter as I pull her towards me, breathing her in.

Her scent fills my senses with a toxic concoction of lust and regret.

A throaty chuckle escapes her lips. “This is the last time, Jonathan,” she says, letting the words hang between us.

Of course it is.

So was the last time.

And the time before that.

But I’ll let her think this is the last time. I’ll let her believe that she’s in control. That I’m just her fun little fling.

“Sure, then let’s get out of here,” I say to her.

She slaps my shoulder. I pick her up, sliding out of her warmth. I watch as our combined juices drip onto my lap. Danica slides into the passenger seat and smooths out her skirt as I tuck myself back into my jeans and open the door.

“You drive,” I say before putting a cigarette between my lips and raking my hand through my hair. My phone dings inside the pocket of my jacket that had ended up discarded on the floor of the car. Crouching down and reaching into the pocket, I grab my phone.

BD: Can’t wait to see you.

I smirk before typing a message in return and hitting send.

Me: See you in the morning.

Danica slips into the driver seat. Without another word, I walk around the car and climb into the passenger seat. “Wait up!” A voice calls from behind us.

I stifle the groan rising in my throat as the backdoor opens and our persistent third wheel slides inside.

Her floral perfume stench immediately fills the car as she bobs into the middle seat of the back bench, placing herself right between Danica and I.

I flip down the visor and my eyes meet hers in the mirror. She winks.

“Where to?” she asks.

I shrug as I inhale the minty smoke. “Pharmacy? My house? One of yours?” I blow the smoke out the open window as Danica starts driving.

Rolling down the window, I take a deep breath in.

My car smells like us—weed, sex, and the unmistakable scent of cheap perfume that makes me want to heave.

Danica smiles at me before pulling out of the hidden drive way we just fucked in.

The rest of our friends will probably stay back at the cabin and party for the rest of the night.

I turn up the music. ‘Little Death’ by The Neighborhood pounds through the speakers.

Danica’s hair dances in the wind, and I just sit, in my half daze, enjoying this moment for exactly what it is.

Not sure if it’s the pills I took, the weed I smoked, the booze we all downed, or the combo of it all that has me so fucked, but I'm feeling barely tethered to Earth. The trees blur past us as we drive down the mountain, my hand resting on Danica’s thigh, feeling the fullness of her flesh as she sings along to the song.

My phone vibrates again and I look down.

A: I miss your dick already.

Another vibration.

A: You know I’m a better fuck than she is.

I smirk to myself and close my eyes, letting the memories flash across my mind.

My body feels out of itself like—like I’m sinking into my leather seat.

I stick my hand out the window and the wind rips what remained of the cigarette from my fingers.

In my fucked up state, everything is moving too fast for me to grasp. But I won’t let her slip from my grasp.

As fucked up as it might be, Danica is mine. I see the lights. Then I hear the screech of rubber, and the piercing scream from Danica. I feel my head hit the glass as the car swerves. And then everything turns sideways.

One roll.

Two.

And then we come to an abrupt stop. My body is flung forward from the impact.

Everything’s numb. Shouldn’t there be pain?

“D-” I try to speak, to move, but I don’t feel anything at all.

My body fails to react, but my ears register the sound of soft cries.

Danica. Why is she screaming? Is she in pain?

Why can’t I move? My vision begins to blur just as my body sinks further into itself.

I try to speak again but the words never come as my world goes quiet.