Author's Foreword: This series has themes of romance, sex, friendship, humor, safe and consensual BDSM, and above all, intimacy and the concept of memory. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. I want you, reader, to come away with more empathy, appreciation, and joy for yourself and others than you began. As I did when writing this.
***High Summer***
"Here," Erin said, "tell me what you think." She handed me an envelope from her purse with a few sheets of simple college-ruled paper inside. It was a handwritten letter. We had just pulled into her driveway after getting back from a light dinner and an even lighter, very unpopular movie. We had picked the unremarkable flick and the back row of the theater on purpose, and I'd put my coat on the floor to keep her knees from bruising. Still, she hadn't let me get even close to pleasuring her, and I was confused and a little worried about that. I opened the letter.
"Dear Andrew?" I read out loud, glancing at her.
"Uh-huh," she said. Her cheeks seemed nicely flushed. She was bouncing her foot. Those were good signs.
"Should I be concerned about it?" I asked.
"That depends," she said cryptically. I raised an eyebrow and read. After a few sentences, I found myself reading faster. I looked over at her.
"Quite the story you wrote here," I said, putting a hand on her flat stomach, then slowly sliding down the waistband of her dress, "very detailed."
"More like *in-depth* reporting," she said with a smile, spreading her legs slightly and dragging my hand over and down with both of hers. I did my best to keep reading while slowly fingering through her pages and listening to her little sounds.
"Reading this," I said, leaning over to lightly bite her neck and ear, "you'd think all you did this summer was me."
"Problem?" she asked. She dragged one fingernail from my chest down to my crotch, then teased the rest of me more slowly.
"Not at all."
"Keep reading," she said, pressing against me harder to encourage firmer caresses. It was hard to focus on the words, but eventually I got to the end and I stopped and turned slowly towards her. She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes and a devilish smile.
"This whole evening?" I asked.
"Mmhm," she murmured expectantly, one leg writhing out and back.
"And you didn't tell me," I said with a threatening flatness. She giggled nervously and shook her head.
"That was very... very... bratty of you," I growled with a growing feeling. She bit her lip and shivered slightly.
"You're right," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt and slithering over to me, "It was. And I'm not sorry at all. I'd do it again if you let me get away with it. What do you think of that?"
"I think," I said, setting aside the papers down on her unoccupied seat, "that you're going to write a copy of that letter for me."
"I already have."
"And," I said evenly as I took her wrists in one hand, gripping a little harder than usual, "you're going to add a few more things to that letter before you send it. Like how I'm going to inspect all of you - thoroughly - before we go out in the future. And our signatures - of a sort." She whimpered and squirmed, unable to suppress her panting. I saw the flush start to creep up from her core to her neck. I easily pinned her to the car's ceiling with my left hand.
"And finally," I said, massaging her roaringly hot, slippery pussy a little rougher than I typically did, "you're definitely going to get a reminder of how to behave."
"Y-yes Sir," she gasped.
"Don't worry," I assured her, fingertips reaching further back to press firmly on the toy she'd just admitted to wearing all evening, "You'll be safe with me. Sorry, but safe. You've got a long night ahead of you."
***End of Spring***
As Erin and I drove away from the party, a somewhat awkward silence crept into the car, infrequently broken up by the swish and squeak of wiper blades in the light rain. The local college radio station faintly played a song I hadn't heard before. At the time, it meant little to me. It's playing now as I write this.
We really hadn't said much to one another since we met. I cracked first.
"I gotta admit," I said, turning on my blinker to change lanes without knowing where I was driving to, "I'm surprised getting in my car was your idea."
"Why's that?"
"We've only known each other for a few hours. Barely talked. I could be a monster. Or at least a maniac behind the wheel." She blew air lightly through her nose.
"Don't forget," she said, "I've known Lily and her crazy-traditional parents since I was a kid. The fact that you've driven her around more than a few times, even been to her house at night, means that you're not a creep and you're a safe driver. Plus I liked that your car was clean inside and didn't have any dents in it."
"Solid reasoning, but Lily may have told her parents I'm gay or something."
"Mm," she conceded, "Anyway, want to head to Rosemary? They're in this part of town and should be open for another few hours. It's summer, so they're up late for tourists. We can get something hot and a dessert. Never had dessert with a monster before."
***
We parked and I opened the car door for her, which she smiled at before taking my hand and stepping out.
"Very formal," she said.
"I keep telling you: just awkward," I replied, putting my leather jacket around her shoulders for the continuing drizzle. She sniffed the collar and smiled at its clean scent.
