Page 9 of Last Summer

Chapter seven

LUCY

Sunday Afternoon

This shit is fucked up. Like really fucking fucked up.

I’m a big girl—a little blood doesn’t bother me, but that shit back there—that was something else entirely.

I’ve never seen anything like that. Her insides were…

on the outside. The pain in her eyes was unlike anything I’ve ever seen.

I’m tough, but seeing that—watching the light leave her eyes—I can’t deal. I need to get the fuck out of here.

But the money is keeping me rooted in place, pacing anxiously back and forth. I could really use the money.

Fuck!

I take another hit off the purple bong I’m currently holding.

The smoke fills my lungs, the burn instantly calming me.

The taste of the weed covers my tongue, a welcome comfort.

As soon as the drugs hit me fully, I place the bong down and lean back.

There’s blood streaked across the violet glass… blood from my hands, Sarah’s blood.

This shit is fucked up.

“Hey.” A sweet voice causes me to jump. I turn my head to see Julie standing in my doorway. She’s in a bikini top and little cut-off shorts. Her dark hair is loose. She looks good.

“Hey,” I say as I rise from my bed and step around the discarded bong, taking a few steps towards her. “Did you—Sarah she—”

“I know,” Julie interrupts before I have to say it. “I walked by. Chris is on his way now to go get help.”

Shit, I guess he’s giving up on the money.

Good for him. I wonder if we all will have to leave if the police show up and declare this a crime scene or whatever…

not that there was a crime. It was an accident.

I didn’t even hear Chris’ car leaving because I was so wrapped up in my own mind.

I should probably hide my drugs and paraphernalia.

Maybe it would be better to just pack up and get the hell out of here while I can.

“Hey,” Julie coos as she closes the distance between us. “You look messed up.” Her hand palms my cheek, her delicate fingers cradling my jaw. She smells good—like vanilla. Her sweet scent mixes with the faint whiff of weed still stuck in my sinuses. “You wanna take your mind off it?”

She reaches behind her back, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a small baggie.

She looks up, our gazes locking, mischief swirls in her emerald irises.

Her red painted nails reach into the baggie and retrieve a small pill.

She sticks out her tongue, and I feel my pussy pulse as I watch her place the purple pill on the center of her tongue.

She doesn’t have to explain; I know what she wants.

Moving towards her, I place my hands against her curvy hips and pull her against me. My mouth opens, allowing her entrance. Her lips caress mine. She’s soft and sweet. Her tongue caresses my own, dispensing the drug into my mouth. I swallow down her treat as she pulls back with a smirk on her face.

“Come on,” she prompts as she laces our fingers together and leads me out the door.

Her hips sway seductively as she walks, her ass cheeks hanging out the back of her cut-offs.

She has a beautiful body that I want to sink my teeth into.

She’d look gorgeous on top of me, riding me like a dirty little slut.

She seems eager to play but I wonder how much she’s messed around with girls before.

I’d be happy to show her how to eat cunt like a good girl.

We walk out of my tent and towards the back of the campsite.

Out here we’re surrounded by looming trees, the shadows dance across the ground as a slight breeze brushes through the branches.

The drugs are working their way through my veins, making everything light.

Things begin to shift as if the world is tilting on its axis.

I blink rapidly in an attempt to clear my vision.

Julie turns and smiles at me over her shoulder.

Fuck, she’s pretty. I want to kiss her more, feel her body writhe against mine.

Somewhere in the distance a bird sings. Its mate returns the call.

My body becomes so lightweight, it feels as if I’m floating.

Damn, whatever she gave me is strong and fast-working. I’m already fucked up. My body is buzzing. I wish we’d stop walking so I could play with the pretty girl I found myself alone with. Her pretty pink lips would look so good wrapped around my needy clit.

“Soon, baby girl. We’re almost there. Be patient for me and I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” Julie says before throwing me a wink over her shoulder.

Shit . Did I say some of that aloud? What drugs did she feed me?

The bird calls again. A shadow shifts to the left. I turn my head swiftly to see what it is. Is someone there? Are we being watched? Are we being followed?

“Here we are,” Julie’s sweet voice pulls my focus back to her.

We’re at a lake. The water is clear and blue, shimmering in the afternoon sun. A dock spans the surface of the water out to the middle. We’re completely concealed among towering trees.

“Want me to make you feel good?” Julie asks as she walks backwards towards the lake, pulling me with her.

“I want you on your knees, eating me out like a good girl until I come all over that pretty little face,” I tell her as I advance, closing the distance between us and catching her in my grasp.

She lets out a soft, shocked sigh and I can’t help but swallow her sweet sound with my lips. I don’t just kiss her, I devour her. Water laps at our ankles as we continue to walk backwards into the lake without breaking apart. Her taste is intoxicating—deliciously dangerous.

“Take off your top,” Julie demands as she reaches behind her to untie her bathing suit. She has a necklace on, one of those that says something in a small swirling script. I squint to make it out. ‘ Babydoll ’ it reads. She must have meant something to someone at some point in her life.

I glance around. This spot is serene and calm. It seems secluded enough. I doubt anyone will just happen to come upon us in a canoe or some shit. And yet, the knowledge that we’re out in the open—completely exposed—is a rush.

I glance back at the beautiful girl in front of me.

Her tits are perfect—round and full with dusty pink nipples.

She’s so hot, the kind of hot that would drive people to do desperate things just to have a piece of her.

I reach down to the hem of the oversized tee I put on.

Pulling it up and over my head, I expose my completely bare body.

Her gaze devours me as her eyes rake over my curves.

The drugs mixed with our desire are a potent combination. And I’m ready to indulge.

“Get on your knees, pretty girl.” I slide my fingers into her silky raven hair, using my grip on her head to guide her to the ground.

The water laps around her waist as she stares up at me. Her pretty pink nipples harden in response to the cold water on her skin. I reach down and squeeze one of the tight buds until she moans and arches into my touch.

“Please,” she whines as her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.

“You want to taste my pussy?” I ask her as I raise one of my legs and throw my knee over her shoulder.

She stares at my cunt. My legs are spread open wide—an invitation for her to dive in. Using my hand in her hair, I guide her forward until she’s firmly between my thighs.

“Yes, please,” she replies.

Then be a good little slut and and make me come.”

She doesn’t have to be told twice. Her hands fly to my ass as she pulls me into her.

Her tongue darts out, licking up my seam.

I throw my head back, the feeling of her softness is amplified by the drugs rushing through my veins, causing everything to feel just that much better.

Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass as she dives in deeper.

Her tongue teases my hole before stroking up to my clit.

She sucks my throbbing nub into her mouth and the pressure causes my hips to buck and a moan to rumble from deep in my throat.

“You like that, babe?” she asks from below me as she slides one hand lower, between my cheeks and into my dripping core. “Like me on my knees worshiping your delicious cunt?”

“Shut your mouth, you little skank.” I grip her hair tighter. She sucks in a sharp breath, but a smile pulls at her lips. She likes degradation, it seems. “The only thing I want to hear from you is moans of submission as you lap up my cum from your face.”

I use my grip on her raven locks to shove her back into my pussy.

Her tongue caresses my clit as her fingers slide into my slickened slit and begin pumping.

My hips begin moving of their own accord, riding her as she fucks me into a state of drug fueled delirium.

My entire body hums with waves of euphoric pleasure—if it’s the drugs, her tongue, her fingers, the fact that we’re exposed for anyone to walk by and see, or the combination of all of it, I’m not sure. But it feels really fucking good.

Her fingers curl and find just the right spot to make stars dance across my eyes. “Yes, you desperate whore, that’s the spot, right there. Don’t you dare stop.” I groan as my orgasm begins to crest.

My head rolls to the side as I fight to keep my composure and enjoy the pleasure she’s pulling from my body.

When I open my eyes again, my gaze lands on a figure.

There’s a man standing off to our left. He’s watching us.

His face is covered by some type of mask but I can’t make it out clearly.

The drugs are messing with my head. He’s holding something. Is that a knife ?

Right then, my orgasm crashes into me like a fucking freight train. My entire body goes rigid as wave after wave of pleasured electricity rushes through me. My entire being lights up. My pussy spasms around Julie’s tongue and fingers. She feels so damn good.

“Fuck!” I scream out into the fresh forest air as I come hard against the pretty little thing between my thighs.

When I open my eyes back up, the masked man is gone. It’s just me and Julie, alone again. She smirks up at me from below, licking the last of my release from her pouty pink lips. Maybe the masked man wasn’t there at all. Maybe he was just in my mind.