This was supposed to be an entry for the Summer Loving Contest 2013 but every time I wrote something, my imagination would kick off and my hands would get busy somewhere else! Ha! Writing a longer story is a lot of work. No problem though, I just wanted to get this story out and I hope you like it as much as I had fun writing it.
Congratulations to all the authors who submitted their stories. You guys rock! This is my attempt at a script driven story rather than a fantasy but I assure you there is a lot of sex in this which is how I like them. I have also tried to infuse some humor into the story. Humor is something I don't often see outside of the Humor section on Literotica which can change definitely in my opinion. I hope you enjoy it as much as you enjoy the sex.
I would like to give a huge shout-out to the sweet Angel of temptation. You are awesome and I owe a lot to you. You matter! *Draws heart shaped squiggles and doodles*. Next is for my "proof-reader" Amber who also doubles up as a motivator, a friend, fantasy sharer and my first 'fan' more or less. Thank you! You are awesome! So without further ado, start reading this story and have a beautiful day or afternoon or night reading and playing with yourself or your partner. Thanks!
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Welcome to Summerville! It's a small town with a population of exactly three thousand and fifty nine. If you find the population to be more, then they are guests visiting someone in this town. If you find the count to be less, then some of the Summerville folk have gone out of town. But, I assure you, I know the population is very accurate for an imaginary town.
It's a town where life is peaceful and simple; a place where everybody knows each other. Everybody also knows Aaron Reed, the most famous man in Summerville.
Why is he famous? Rocket scientist, inventor, war veteran? No, the answer is milkshakes! Aaron Reed is a milkshake prodigy. His milkshake bar 'Aaron's Milky-shakes' brings people from neighboring towns, near and afar to have a "milkilicious" time and shake it up.
Our chief interest though, in this story isn't the forty-something Aaron. Under the tutelage of Aaron, is our protagonist. Meet Maxmillan or Max. He is a twenty one year old guy with dark black hair, alluring brown eyes and a radiant smile. A simple and decent guy with a cute face and a nice body, he works under Aaron who is also his Uncle.
Max helps Aaron in inventing interesting flavors and doubles up as a delivery boy for anyone who wishes to enjoy these milkshakes at the leisure of their own home.
Due to his close affinity to milkshakes everyday, he always has a milkshake like aroma around him. That's why everyone likes him in Summerville.
In the middle of a beautiful summer afternoon, Max is out on another delivery run. Little does he know that he is about to meet someone who will change his life, for better or for worse! Oh, the suspense.
Walking nimbly with a carton of milkshake cups, he rounds the corner of First Street and in his hurry, he fails to see the person walking across him and Bang! Bump! Thud!
"Fuck! Watch where you are going man! I almost dropped my delivery ba..." Stopping in mid-sentence, he saw that it was a girl and she was down with grocery items strewn about. Immediately going down on his knees, he started gathering them up to help her.
He saw a ripe, red tomato rolling among the clutter and his hands darted forward to grab it. Her hands made a dash for the same tomato and they connected. The magical power of touch had made both of them look at each other and their eyes met. Max felt like he was gazing into a medley of the universe's wonders when he looked into her hazel eyes.
He, uhh uhh, "Uhh... wow... I..I'm sorry! That was..Uh..My..bad..My fault, I mean." It helped for our 'Wordsworth' Max that she was staring right back at his eyes in a clichΓ© among clichΓ© moments seemingly just as lost as he was. "It's okay..I..Uhh..I should have been..Uh..Careful. Thank you for helping. I'm Emma!"
And then Emma flashed a smile that could break a million hearts and Max was left speechless. Despite his verbal skills going defunct, his brain was for all intents and purposes screaming at him to notice her and say something smart. He managed to utter "Max" before blushing like the tomato that they were still holding onto. Actually, the poor tomato was getting squished to a pulp, but they neither noticed nor care.
The world seemed to be moving at a slow pace to both of them. But in reality, the world around them was running as usual, and they were just caught up in the magic of a summer afternoon and each other. But, everything sappy has to come to an end and so it did when someone behind Emma shouted, "Nice ass!"
Emma, who was dressed in a beautiful white sundress with black polka-dots, was on all fours with her ass prominently popping backwards and "old Earl" was snickering as he looked at the both of them. Finally coming to her senses, Emma blushed and got up on her feet quickly while Max gave the geezer an icy stare and collected the rest of Emma's stuff and gave it back to her.
Smiling sheepishly, he apologized again as she smiled coyly and turned to leave. Looking across her shoulders, she chirped at Max, "We have a pool party at our place in two days. You should come and we can have some fun!" Max gladly accepted the invitation. "Where do you live, Emma?" To which he got her reply, "We are new in town! Everyone knows." That was true. Everyone in Summerville knew where the new residents lived like it was the hottest gossip they ever heard.
Max watched as she blushed while rushing past Earl and disappeared around the corner.
Max approached Earl. "So, how was it old man?" Earl snickered again while replying,"Sonny, God himself came down and painted those fine cheeks!" Max chuckled as he cursed his own luck at not having seen Emma's butt sashaying in the air while she was on all fours. "Hey, watch it, you perv! That could be my future wife and only I can see them fine cheeks."
Old Earl guffawed hearing Max finally find the words to speak out. "Sure sonny. Have wet dreams about that after you delivered those milkshakes. Ha ha ha!" Max realized his folly. "Oh, shit! I am late! Gotta run, Earl!" Grabbing the carton, he made a run and set off.
Thankfully for him, Aaron's milkshakes did not offer a "30 minutes or free" policy which saved him from being screwed.
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Two days later, Max woke up from his bed, excited about the pool party but even more excited about seeing Emma again. Luckily, it was his day off from work and so, he did not have to worry about upsetting schedules. It was a sunny day, the perfect weather to chill at a pool party. Donning a gray T-shirt over his half naked body, he looked for his favorite pair of Swim shorts. He felt pretty good about how he looked and so got out of his house grabbing a towel and flip flops.
On the way, he pondered if he should bring beer since she hadn't told him if it was a BYOB pool party or not. So, deciding to play safe, he popped up at his uncle's shop and packed some milkshakes for Emma.
When he arrived at the new folk's residence, he was surprised to see that he was the only person alive in the near vicinity. Wondering if he was way too early, he decided to look about and headed for the pool. He was lost in his thoughts thinking if Emma would remember him. He was afraid that she might not as she must be used to having boys around her cause she was so fucking cute!
In the distance, he could see the back of a girl as she was walking towards the pool too. She was wearing a red bikini with her golden blonde hair in a neat ponytail and a sunglass above her head. Smiling, Max muttered to himself, "Emma."
Max was walking faster now as she settled in a chaise near the pool. She looked smoking hot! The bikini was soooo tiny and they covered the bare essentials over her tits and Max was half drooling as he walked up to her.
"Hi!" He said as he got close. She looked up from her sunglasses and didn't look like she recognized Max (maybe because he was half drooling?). "Yes? How can I help you?" Hearing that, Max was half dejected that Emma did not remember him. Still, not letting that affect him too much, he smiled and replied, "I'm here for the pool party. You invited me, remember?"
She eyed him up properly before answering, "The pool party is tomorrow actually." Max was trying to recall if he made a mistake on the dates. But Emma had said two days when they bumped into each other. Sighing, he said, "Okay. Well, guess I will come tomorrow then. But, I brought some milkshakes since I didn't know about the beer arrangements. You can have these."
"Ooh, I love milkshakes! You don't have to leave just like that. You can stay a while if you like." Then turning over on the chaise, she fished out a bottle of sunscreen lotion and looked back at Max with a smile. "Wanna help me with some lotion over my back?"
Max was left speechless for two reasons. The first was the smile that he got from Emma. It reminded of their first meeting. It wasn't the same smile. This was naughtier. The second reason was her cute ass. Old Earl was so right about her ass and he resisted the urge to shout Nice ass" at her like Earl.