Best Summer of Our Lives

"Guy's don't bring the slut to meet their parents," she said to herself.

The thought was a mix of comfort about her current relationship and uneasiness about her history. She knew that she was more than that to Fisher, it was very clear. They were a couple. But, the idea of meeting his parents made her nervous. She wanted so desperately for them to like her. Also, if she met his, she wondered how long it would be until he wanted to meet her family.

After shaving, she hopped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a plush purple bathrobe. She wrapped a towel up in her hair, and then went about her daily routine.

She came out of the bathroom with damp hair and found Fisher on his side, facing the door. He smiled instantly upon seeing her. Her robe was half open, just barely covering her nipples and the hidden place between her thighs.

His hand reached out to her, and then she placed her hand in his. "Love?" he asked in a hushed voice.

"Yes, darling?"

"Would you take off your robe so I can admire you?"

Annabelle blushed and nodded. She withdrew her hand, and then untied her robe. Watching his face, she let it fall from her shoulders and pool on the floor.

Fisher's breath caught and his mouth dropped open. "Wow, baby, beautiful," he whispered as he took in her naked form for the first time.

She stood still, allowing him all the time he wanted to look her over. He drank in her full breasts and lovely hard nipples. Her tan lines made the color of her areolas stand out even more. His eyes trailed down over her tummy to her bare, freshly shaven pussy. His mouth watered at the sight. Annabelle started to feel a little self-conscious as he stared at her, but when she looked in his eyes and saw that they were filled with love, not lust, she smiled.

He extended his hand to her again, and then pulled her down into the bed. She laid down next to him and he leaned half over her to kiss her smiling lips. Their tongues played, exploring each other's mouths like each trip inside was a new journey.

After several blissful moments, Fisher lifted his face from hers and looked down into her sparkling eyes as his fingertips drew up and down from her belly button to the valley between her tits. "Would you show me how you like to be touched, please?"

His girlfriend bit her lip and nodded. She placed her hand of top of his and pushed it down between her open thighs. Their deep kisses had already made her warm and he felt her heat against his palm. Their eyes remained locked as she put pressure on his hand and ground the heel of it against her clitoris.

His fingers ran along her smooth lips as she led his hand. "You're so soft, baby."

Annabelle whimpered, "Thank you. I'm soft for you." She hooked her leg over his to open her thighs wider.

She reached down with her other hand to pull her lips open as she guided his fingers up to her clit. He watched her eyes close as his fingers slowly strummed her nub, up and down and side to side. He focused completely on her, listening to her breaths and learning what she liked from how she showed him.

Her thumb curled underneath his palm to give her a better grip as she sped up the motions and pressure of his fingers. Then, she slowed him down again. She pushed his hand further down her pussy and he kissed her forehead as his fingers glided through her silken nectar.

"Just a little bit inside," Annabelle moaned as their fingers circled the entrance to her cunt. "Tease me."

Fisher obliged her and pushed his middle finger inside of her up to his first knuckle. He pressed the pad of his finger in half circles into her soft walls.

"Don't stop showing me, baby, I need to know how to please you," he mumbled between kisses on her forehead and brow.

She nodded. Her breaths had gotten heavier and her nipples were swollen little pebbles on her chest. Leading him around her pussy was so intimate and erotic that it was almost overwhelming. Men had cared about her pleasure before, but never like this. Fisher was truly a lover and that was something that she had craved, but never realized it before.

"A little more, but go slow." Annabelle held his forearm with her freehand.

He pushed his finger inside of her as slow as he could possibly go, drawing a deep moan from her lips. Her walls were tight and felt like warm velvet around his finger. His finger wiggled inside of her, feeling out every crevice that he could before she moved his hand away.

His fingers were brought back up to her clit and she led him, with the exact pressure she liked, into making circles that flicked back and forth. Each motion made her legs tic.

"Faster, go faster, until I tell you to stop," she begged between labored breaths. She could feel her fluids leaking out of her and running down her ass.

Fisher did as he was told, even though the grip she had on his forearm was making it more difficult with each second. Her body began to tremble under his care and her moans became more constant.

After how aroused she was last night, and then now, she knew it wouldn't be long until she would orgasm for him. Her body shuddered uncontrollably as she started to peak, but she didn't want to cum like this. She preferred to be fingered.

"Two fingers," she gasped. "Two fingers inside of me, please." She pushed his fingers away from her clit just in time.

He followed her orders and slid two of his digits inside of her hole. The addition of his fingers made her juices over flow.

"God, baby, you're soaked," he said as he filled her.

"Uh huh," she somehow managed to say as her hips rose up to meet his hand.

Annabelle pushed until she felt his knuckles against her pubic bone. Her hand was still on top of his, but it wasn't doing the leading anymore, her words were.

He naturally curled his fingers up inside of her pink flesh and grinned when she squealed from him doing so. "Am I doing okay?"

"Oh goodness, yes. Just a little harder and faster," her words came out in hard exhales.

The thrusts of her hips met his hand and he dug his fingers inside of her, searching for her g-spot. She wailed and clenched her eyes tight when he found it. She pushed the heel of his palm down and ground it into her clit as his fingers slid inside of her.

"God yes, just like this, don't stop," she begged. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him with desperation. "Please don't stop, Fisher."

"I'm not going to, I promise."

She kept his eye contact as much as she could. Her eyes fluttered closed, but she forced them open again. He watched her trembling lips and adored the crimson flush that had risen up on her cheeks. His fingers never stopped and she cried out a feral scream that became an even higher pitch when his fingers were buried deep inside of her.

Her head rocked back and forth on the pillow, picking up strands of hair on her sweaty face. Her legs quaked and her eyes rolled back. The scent of her sex overpowered the air.

"I love you, Fisher, I love you, you're so good to me," she chanted repeatedly.

"I love you too," he said back when he could fit it in.

Every nerve in her body was lit up and every inch of Annabelle's flesh was as hot as her cunt. Tides of bliss began to wash over her and her quivering muscles went stiff as the waves crashed into her and consumed her into an ocean of euphoria. She felt like she was drowning in pleasure.

Annabelle's juices spurted out around his fingers before he pulled them out. A deluge of her fluids rushed out of her and she screamed as she squirted out her orgasm.

Fisher gasped, "Holy shit!" as he looked at the puddle between her thighs.

She just started giggling behind her closed eyes and didn't realize he had gotten between her legs until she felt his tongue dragging through her soaked pussy. Her womanhood was overstimulated and she couldn't pinpoint exactly where he was.

Her legs twitched with every flick of his tongue. She was still feeling the aftershocks from her orgasm, and his tongue was not letting her come down.

"Fisher, stop please," she begged. "I can't handle this."

He took a long lap over her sticky pink flesh, and then propped his chin up on her mound. "I can't stop, you taste too good."

She giggled and smiled down at him. "Just don't be surprised if I cum again, I'm hyper sensitive."

"I can't say that would be a bad thing." Her winked, and then coated her smooth pussy in kisses.

His wet muscle ran circles around her engorged nub before he sucked it behind his lips. A high pitched squeal erupted from Annabelle and she clamped her thighs around his head. He chewed lightly on her clit as her hips rolled, but her thighs held him in place.

Fisher was eventually able to wiggle down a little bit to force his tongue inside of her tunnel, even though it was extremely tight. It felt like her cunt was fighting between sucking him inside of her and trying to push him out. He savored the taste of her nectar and instantly knew that he would be addicted to it. His nose rubbed against her clit and his nostrils flared from being flooded with her scent.

Annabelle couldn't handle the stimulation he provided now, after the overpowering orgasm he had just given her. She grabbed her tits and kneaded her flesh as her back arched high.

"Oh fuck, darling, I'm gonna cum again. Fuck!" she screamed a scratchy scream.

He moaned a response into her body, telling her it was okay and to give in.

Her eyes sealed shut as ultimate bliss washed over her again. It wasn't nearly as intense as the first one, but just as satisfying. Her center flooded with heat that poured out into her boyfriend's waiting mouth.

She was left panting, trying to catch her breath. He brought his mouth away from her pussy after leaving loving kisses all over it. When her eyes opened, she smiled, seeing his face shiny with her arousal.

Fisher kissed his way up over her stomach and breasts, until his lips found hers again. He smiled down at her after kissing her deeply.

"My turn," she giggled. She pressed her hands into his chest and tried to push him onto his back, but he wouldn't budge.

"Nope." He kissed her lips again. "You already had your turn."

"But, I want to," Annabelle pouted. She pushed her bottom lip out and batted her lashes.

He shook his head and grinned. "Nope. This morning is all about you."

She let out a playful heavy sigh and rolled her eyes. "Fine," she grumbled, but couldn't help giggling right after.

Fisher drenched her face in kisses as he began tickling her, making her giggle more and squirm under him. He paused for a moment from his tickle attack. "Let's go get some breakfast."

*****

Sunday night, Annabelle laid in bed with the covers pulled tightly over her. She was using the pillow that Fisher had used so that she could smell his scent. Sleep was playing games with her. She was exhausted but sleep just wouldn't come. She felt cold and alone without him next to her, especially after spending the whole weekend together. He couldn't sleep over every night, it was too soon for that, but she missed him terribly.

She turned over and disturbed Clover who was sleeping peacefully. The dog moved over a bit, let out a sigh, and then promptly returned to her doggie dreams.

Annabelle grabbed her phone off of the nightstand and looked at the time. She frowned, knowing he was probably asleep. It took her a few moments to decide on calling him. He told her to call any time that she needed him, so she did.

After a few rings, he answered with grogginess in his voice, "Hi baby."

Her heart warmed up from just hearing his voice. "Hi darling."

Fisher yawned. "Are you okay? You should be asleep. Is something wrong?"

"I'm okay. I just couldn't sleep. I miss you too much," she sighed.

"Aww, love, I miss you too. I feel bad cause I fell right to sleep as soon as I got back."

"Don't feel bad about that. I just wish I could sleep." She rested the phone against her face, and then slid her hand back under the sheets.

"How about I talk to you until you fall asleep? Would that help?"

"Yes, please," Annabelle cooed. "You're too good to me."

"You deserve it. What do you want to talk about?"

"Tell me a story about something you did when you were younger. We can trade back and forth."

Fisher told her about his experiences as a camp counselor and past family vacations. She shared with him stories of her eldest brother taking her and her other brother to amusement parks and the time that her ex-step-mother dragged her to a western themed lodge.

Eventually, she fell asleep with her phone still against her ear.

*****

Fisher parked his car, grabbed a couple of things, and then headed into Annabelle's work. He saw her at the registers taking care of a return for a customer who was a bit on the cranky side. She kept her cool in the situation. She didn't notice him because she was busy and he liked it because it showed her dedication to her work. He waited patiently by the café and saw Vicky, the barista, wave at him. He politely waved back and wondered for a moment what his girlfriend said about him to people.

Annabelle finished up with the customer, and then an employee took her place back at the register. As she came around the large desk, she smiled upon seeing him. She scurried over and her smile became even brighter when she noticed the flowers and teddy bear that he was holding.

"What's all this?" she asked. The warmth in her heart came out in her voice.

Fisher grinned after receiving a kiss on his cheek. He handed her the bouquet of irises first, her favorite, and she smelled them with a deep lung filling breath. Annabelle squealed like a little girl and bounced giddily in place.

Vicky was watching the interaction, bent over the counter with her cheek resting on her fist as if she was watching a scene from a romantic movie.

He held out the chocolate brown teddy bear. "And, this little guy is your cuddle buddy. He's going to take my place when I'm not spending the night."

Annabelle's knees went weak. "Fisher!" she squeaked. "You're too much." Her eyes welled up with tears of happiness. She took the bear from him and as she gave it a tight squeeze, she noticed a familiar aroma on the bear. "Fisher! Oh my goodness, he even smells like you!"

"I put some of my aftershave on him. Do you like him?"

Her arms engulfed him in a hug. Her hands were still full with her presents. "I love everything. And, I love you," she whispered in his ear.

"I love you too." Fisher rubbed his hands along her back, enjoying feeling her warmth against him. His hands stayed on her hips as he leaned back to look at her beaming expression. "I have one other thing for you, but I guess it's more for the teddy bear than you."

She raised a brow and giggled, "Okay."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of his aftershave, and then put it in her hand. "This way you have extra to put on him whenever he needs it."

Her eyes glittered with love. "How are you so good?"

"I love you, baby, it comes naturally." He kissed her cheek. "So, what are you going to name him?"

Annabelle looked down at the teddy bear, and then back up to his eyes. "Elliot, since that's your middle name."

Fisher nodded with approval. "I like it."

*****

Annabelle nervously shifted in her seat and wiped her sweaty palm on her blue and white star printed skirt before tugging on the red satin hem. She reached up and adjusted the red and white striped thick straps of her dress. Her mouth had gone dry once Fisher exited the highway on the way to his parents' house. She continued to fidget with her holiday themed dress.

He glanced over at her and squeezed her hand. He knew that she was apprehensive about meeting his family. "Are you going to be okay? We really don't have to go if you're not comfortable." His eyes returned to the road. "I can turn around and call and say that you or I weren't feeling well."

"No, no. I want to go. I just... I don't know." She took a deep breath and ran her hand through her long locks. "I'm nervous."

"Tell me what you're nervous about."

She bit her lip and looked down at his fingers intertwined with hers. "This is all so different for me. The last time I met someone's parents was my boyfriend's in high-school." Her voice became softer. "I'm not the kind of girl you bring home to your parents."

Fisher cocked his head back as he gently pressed down on the brake to stop at a light. He turned to her and placed his free hand on her cheek. "Annabelle, why would you say something like that?"

"Because I'm not."

"Baby, that is not true. You're an incredible woman. I wouldn't love you if you weren't."

"But..." she was hushed by his finger placed over her lips.

"No buts. You need to see yourself how I see you."

Her eyes drifted down before she closed them. She nodded. "I will. I promise." Her eyes opened again and she smiled.

He saw that the light had turned green and he turned his attention back to driving. She rested her head on his shoulder and snuggled into his arm.

"Try not to be nervous, I promise, my parents don't bite. They'll love you just like I do. Just be yourself." He kissed the top of her head. "My parents are good people."

"They have to be to raise a man like you." She smiled and nuzzled into his arm.

As they drove into his parents' neighborhood, she lifted her head off him and stared wide eyed out the window.

She gasped, "Holy shit! Your parents live here?" She looked at the large houses that they passed by along the street that was canopied with trees.

Fisher chuckled, "Yeah, why?"

Her face turned towards him and she shook her head. "Crap, I'm even more nervous now."

"Baby, there's no reason for you to be more nervous. Seriously. They're going to adore you."

"But, they live in this gorgeous area. They probably are expecting you to bring home some sweet and proper beauty queen."

"You're my beauty queen and that's all that matters." He picked up their locked hands, and then kissed the back of her hand. "Calm down, sweetheart."

She couldn't help but smile, even though her stomach was doing flip-flops.

A couple of minutes later, he parked in the circular driveway in front of the ivy covered house. Her mouth was wide open as she stared at the home that looked like a small castle. Slowly, she turned her eyes back to him and he couldn't help but laugh at her facial expression.

"You're adorable. Come on." He patted her thigh. "Let's go. Think of it like pulling off a band-aid. The quicker you get the initial meeting over with, you'll realize it wasn't so bad and you can relax."

"Okay. I can do this." She let out a heavy breath.

"I'll be with you all day. I won't let go of your hand."

"Promise?" Annabelle asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Promise." He kissed her lips gently and gave her just a hint of his tongue before turning off the car. He reached into the backseat to grab the large container of red and blue sprinkled sugar cookies that they had baked together last night.

Fisher got out of the car, and then went around to open her door. She placed her hand in his and he helped her out. He took a step back to look her over in her festive dress and shiny red ballet flats.

"You look amazing today." He locked their fingers together before they began walking to the door.

She blushed and giggled. "Thank you darling." She reached over and tugged on his white polo shirt. "You look pretty darn cute too."

Her hand left his and she quickly squeezed his ass through his red and white plaid cargo shorts. They shared a wicked grin as her hand returned to his.

Fisher opened the door to his childhood home and she swallowed hard one more time. They had arrived a couple of hours early so that they could have some time with his parents before the rest of his extended family and friends descended upon them. He figured it would help her nerves by weaning her in instead of jumping into the middle of a large celebration.