Sam

These past weeks have been a whirlwind. I’ve had to get damned creative here and there to keep Mom’s bullshit meter from exploding over why I’ve been a ghost and who I’ve been out all night with. And then there’s Lexi, she is probably ready to melt down seeing as I have ignored approximately one thousand texts and video calls but, is it my fault she has the worst timing in the history of communication? Besides, where would I even start to fill her in on my life? Whatever the consequences later it’s been worth it. Ian and I have had such amazing times together. He has one hundred percent been true to his word; this has been a summer to remember. It’s funny how all the touristy things I hated so much about home growing up, actually do make for great experiences when you’re with someone you love. Wait. Love? Wow, well it’s true. I mean. I thought I felt that way before, but now I know. I have fallen head over heels in love with Ian Black. My face and my heart smile at the thought.

Today is the Fourth of July and Ian wants to spend the evening together watching fireworks from the pier, but it’s a tradition our families have always done together, so everyone will be there. How is this going to work? I haven’t paid much heed to the risk of running into people we know until now. We’ve just been two more tourists out exploring the city, but tonight? That’s a different story altogether.

Morning transitions into the afternoon and I begin preparing for the evening ahead. I need to look casual, everyday-ish even, to keep my parent's suspicions low, but at the same time, I want to be alluring and sexy for Ian. As I go through my hair and face rituals uncertainty rages about my outfit, causing me to choose and re-choose a dozen times before settling on a light summer dress recovered from the back of my closet. It's peach color and floral pattern should subdue my folks, while the short cut and plunging neck leave plenty of skin exposed.

My phone dances on the nightstand and I’m almost certain it’s Lexi wishing me a happy holiday and reminding me what a shitty friend I’ve been, but I am compelled to stop and check.

I’m all too happy to be wrong when I find a message from Ian.

I.B. 5:15 PM: I want you to see fireworks tonight darlin

Confused, I tap out a quick reply.

Me 5:16 PM: Looking forward to it, but...

Me 5:16 PM: It’s going to be awkward as hell with my parents around

Before I can set the phone down to resume the fight with my hair, my phone buzzes with a reply.

I.B. 5:17 PM: Bad idea

I.B. 5:17 PM: Don’t think your dad would appreciate where I put my dick ;)

Me 5:18 PM: ???

I.B. 5:20 PM: Guess you’ll have to wait and see

I.B. 5:20 PM: See you soon

I sit on my bed curious what he meant and catch the faint smell of something sizzling on the grill outside. Holy shit. If Dad’s cooking, Ian will be over anytime. I kick things into high gear to finish my makeup and find some compromise with my hair.

No sooner have I put the last touches on my mascara and take a step back to look myself over than I hear the chime from the doorbell. Ok girl, how are we going to play this? Is this the first time we’ve seen Ian since we were home? Is it gonna be light and chatty? All, hey Mr. Black, how have you been? What’s Will been up to this summer? Or is it gonna be cold and distant with just a, ‘Oh? Hey, Mr. Black.’ And that’s it?

With zero plan in place, I grab my sandals and head down the stairs, scenarios bouncing in my head like pinballs. I turn the corner to the kitchen ready to make my surprised to see you face only to find the house empty. Everyone is out on the patio already. Ian and my dad are standing by the grill chatting and laughing while Dad flips the occasional burger, or pinches at a hot dog with the tongs.

I take a deep breath and head out to join the group.

“Hello Samantha, don’t you look lovely? Happy Fourth of July,” Ian says, nodding his beer in my direction before he resumes the conversation already in progress with my dad.

Dinner comes and goes without issue, other than my sudden lack of appetite. The mood remains light with Dad and Ian sticking mainly to themselves talking and laughing about whatever while Mom peppers me with all the questions she’s bottled up, hoping to crack the code to my summer activities. Ian plays right along and asks a question or two of his own as if interested in finding the answer himself. It only further exacerbates the situation between my mother and me and what does he do? He throws a devious little smile my way and then turns his attention to his phone tapping around on the screen.

A moment later my pocket vibrates. “As much as I’d love to continue this chat Mom, this might be Lexi,” I say pulling the phone out of my pocket. She releases a harrumph to indicate her dissatisfaction and gets up to refill drinks for everyone.

I open the message.

I.B. 7:35 PM: I want to taste your pussy

My face goes flush and I am overcome with embarrassment as if the text had been read aloud and everyone knows what it says. A dirty thought strikes me while I am regaining my composure, and I tap out a reply.

Me 7:38 PM: I want to see your cock. Send a pic

I try my level best to look at anything other than Ian while I wait for him to check his message, desperate to see his reaction. He and my dad talk about business and the markets. Mom returns with a fresh beer which he gladly exchanges for his empty bottle, thanking her for the trouble, and then seamlessly glances at the message on his phone, never missing a beat or pausing the conversation. No reaction. ZERO.

Several minutes pass and I’m in agony. Did he not like my naughty text? Did I cross some line? Was it completely immature? And then, as I sit drowning in self-doubt, he excuses himself and disappears inside. I want to get up and follow him in. I want to corner him and apologize, or something. Aware that might be a bit too obvious I continue to sit, mired by my thoughts only to have them interrupted a minute later by my phone.

I can’t believe my eyes, but there it is, a picture of his beautiful cock, fully erect right there on my screen. I can make out the pattern of the towels from our guest bathroom in the background of the image. Did he just take this? Is he mere feet away from me with a full erection and I can’t do anything about it? My head swirls with dirty thoughts only to be again interrupted by a message.

I.B 7:45 PM: Your turn

Me 7:45 PM: You want me to take a pic of my pussy?

I.B. 7:46 PM: No. I said I want to taste it

I.B. 7:47 PM: Come here