A Summer Fantasy

"Hey, Louise? Could you come down here?" the voice of Louise's father beckoned, muffled by the closed bedroom door. "I need you to help me with something, it's a bit urgent."

"Sure, just give me a minute," Louise called back, shooting off one last text in her group chat, dropping her phone onto the duvet.

Jumping from the edge of her bed, Louise quickly ran her hands across her blue and yellow summer dress, swaying from side to side to let the flared skirt whip across her pale thighs. She grabbed a turquoise hair band from the top of her cabinet and threaded it over her long golden hair, pulling it back to form a neat ponytail that tickled her back with every slight movement.

Louise Anderson was every parent's dream child, beautiful and well-mannered, courteous to a fault. Beauty and charisma were married together for Louise, something that unsurprisingly made her the crème de la crème of the social pyramid for much of her school life. Though eager to attend the parties her friends threw on a near weekly basis, she was never a slouch when it came to her studies, always making sure to keep on top of things in an enviable display of balance.

But with her place at Notre Dame already secured, Louise fully intended to spend the final few weeks of high school kicking back, using what little time she had before college relaxing before the stresses of adulthood piled on. Despite her parents best attempts, Louise decided against joining her family's real estate business by the time she finished college, instead opting for a career in law, with her sky blue eyes set on establishing herself in the city rather than her hometown.

Taking a quick glance in her circular ring light mirror, the eighteen year old added a layer of wet pink lip gloss, giving her reflection an affectionate kiss before darting from her bedroom, with her short skirt bouncing as she skipped down the stairs.

"Yes, daddy?" Louise asked, sweeping into the kitchen, spotting her father sat at the island, surrounded by small stacks of forms. Her younger sister, Rose, was in the middle of making herself a herbal smoothie, testing out yet another diet routine she had picked up from Instagram. Her father lowered his glasses and responded with a smile. "Sorry, I was just getting ready, my friends are picking me up later."

"Going anywhere nice?" her father inquired, scratching his signature at the bottom of one of the forms, removing the top layer of carbonless paper. "The weather's great for a day out, I know I wish I had the time to enjoy it. Alas, the world of real estate is continually in rotation, there's always someone looking to sell their home and another inquiring about buying it."

"Oh, nothing too fancy. We're just heading off to the lake, we're still trying to figure out what we're going to do for the rest of summer," Louise replied, though her evasiveness didn't go unnoticed by her sister.

"That's code for hooking up with someone on the football team, probably a quarterback," Rose scoffed, sporadically tapping the switches on the blender, not stopping until the contents of the clear jar turned a mottled green colour. "Mary Stevens wouldn't shut up about it during lunch last week."

"I told you to stop spying on us!" Louise hissed, sending a dark glare at her sister, plastering an innocent expression on her angelic face when she turned back to her father. "Mary has a habit of throwing out half baked ideas like that, but they rarely ever happen."

"Yeah, sure they don't," Rose countered sarcastically. "Just like how that post-game celebration at Mary's house when her parents were away didn't happen. Remind me, which member of the cheerleading squad had a pregnancy scare the week after that?"

"You're a woman now, Louise. It's not up to your mother and I to scold you for going off with boys, just as long as they don't push it," her father calmed her, stapling a set of papers together, sliding them into a transparent packet. "But before you head off, I need you to deliver this to Julius."

"Julius? You mean Mr Chambers?" Louise asked, her anger at her sister was quickly replaced by a flutter in her stomach.

Julius Chambers was a gentleman in his late sixties, former principal at Louise's high school, taking his well earned retirement just a few years beforehand. He and his late wife had been neighbours with Louise's family since the day they moved into the neighbourhood, having spent the majority of their life in their well maintained home. It was an unusual experience for Louise, to see two different sides to Julius, from the strict disciplinarian at school to the warm figure she had known for her entire life.

The two families were regular features in each other's homes, with the annual summer barbeques becoming a mainstay of the calender. But with the loss of Julius's wife, the older man had become somewhat of a recluse, rarely leaving his home unless it was necessary. Louise's parents did everything they could to pull him back out of his shell, but there was little they could do without pushing him beyond his comfort zone. He improved over time, but never quite returned to his outgoing self.

"Yes, these are just some forms I need him to sign, just so we can officially put his home on the market," her father informed her. "Prices are at an all time high, I want him to get the most he can before the bubble pops."

"What?" Louise exclaimed, moving over to her father, craning her head to read the forms. Sure enough, she spotted the copies of the official papers and various registration of sale. "Mr Chambers is moving?"

"Yep. Once these are signed and sent off then we'll put the wheels in motion," her father said, though his reluctance was clear in his voice. "I'll have to start the vetting process, a big place like that is going to attract every growing family in the county. I'm not looking forward to all the requests for viewings I'm going to have to sift through."

"But Mr Chambers can't leave," Louise whispered, struggling to even imagine the neighbourhood without his constant presence. "Did he say why?"

"No, it felt like too much of a private matter, so I didn't want to pry," he sighed, lifting the packet towards Louise, finding a look of dismay on her beautiful face. "I thought you might be able to get the reason out of him, Julius has always been quite fond of you."

"Yeah, and the feeling was mutual," Rose smirked, finally satisfied with her concoction, pouring it into a clean glass. "Louise had a massive crush on Mr Chambers when he was still the principal, always giving him a doe-eyed look whenever his back was turned."

"If you want that green gunk poured over your head then keep going," Louise cautioned her sister, irked by the careless shrug she received.

"Girls, I'd prefer it if we could keep the kitchen in one piece before your mother comes back from work," their father, waved the packet in front of Louise's eyes, breaking the death stare the two shared. Regaining her attention, he pointed at various points on the from, highlighting the bold frames around the blank boxes. "I just need these filled in and the fee to file them. Are you alright with that?"

"Of course," Louise, accepting the folder, hiding her simmering anger when her sister sent her off with a cheeky wave. "I'll get it done."

Saying her goodbyes to her father, Louise padded out of the kitchen and down the spacious hallway, stopping when she reached the foyer. She retrieved a pair of cork wedge heels from the shoe rack and slid her feet into them, loving the extra five inches they added to her frame. Unlocking the decorative front door, she smiled at the sight of the summer's morning, watching as a light breeze swayed the branches of the trees lining the suburban street, sending the birds inhabiting it scattering.

Louise strode across the winding path of her front lawn and made it to the pristine sidewalk, growing more and more more nervous with each step she made, flicking her blue eyes up to the immaculate ivory facade of the Chambers' family home. It was a familiar sight, but it felt strange to the blonde, unable to summon any memories of being at the home by herself, always accompanied by either her parents or sister. Nervousness hit her when she reached the path leading to the front porch, struggling to understand why she added a sexy sway to her hips as she closed the distance, climbing up to black lacquer door.

Rapping her knuckles against the door, Louise waited for a response. She wasn't left waiting long before she picked up the thudding of footsteps on the opposite side, growing louder the closer they got. A set of clicks and the jingling sound of the chain being loosened could be heard, followed by the door swinging open, revealing the massive frame of the home's owner.

"Louise? Is that you?" Julius Chambers asked, his baritone voice sent a tingle across Louise's spine, his dazzling white smile was enough to make her swoon. "I almost didn't recognise you in that outfit, it looks good on you."

"You think so?" Louise smiled, containing her shakiness as she quickly posed on the spot to give the older man a view from the side. "Thank you, I just thought that my wardrobe needed a change."

"It's definitely a good change," Julius chuckled, scanning his eyes across her body, which didn't go unnoticed by the blonde. He stepped back and gave Louise an inviting wave, holding the door open for her. "Come in, come in, it's so hot that I'm already starting to bake."

Louise accepted the invitation gratefully, brushing past Julius, with their brief physical contact intensifying her making her almost weak at the knees. Waiting for Julius to shut the door, she followed behind as he led the way to his own kitchen, experiencing a wave of nostalgia as she glanced at the family photos lining the walls, some with the Chambers with their own kids, others featuring Louise's own family. A particular sadness struck her when she found a grainy photo of Martha Chambers, likey taken by her husband during the eighties.

"It's been some time since I've seen you, Louise," Julius pointed out, stepping over to his large chrome refrigerator, rattling around while Louis hopped onto a black padded stool sat next to the black marble counter top. "Would you like anything to drink? Orange juice? Bottled water?"

"I'm fine, thank you," Louise responded politely. She couldn't help but allow her eyes to wander across Julius's body as he busied himself, already in the middle of removing certain kitchen items and packing them away into cardboard boxes. Although he had suffered from the loss of his wife, Louise remarked over how his physique hadn't changed one bit, his broad chest chest and muscular chest were still as pronounced as ever, straining against his stylish white polo shirt. Even his beige slacks did little to conceal his muscular legs. "So you're really leaving then?"

"Afraid so, packing up and moving onto greener pastures," Julius smiled, noticing the brief look of dismay that appeared and faded on Louise's face. "I take it that you've only just found out?"

"Yeah, dad wanted me to bring these over for you," Louise placed the the transparent packet on the counter, opening it up to lay out the forms in need of completion. "I still can't believe it, the neighbourhood just wouldn't feel the same without you. Where are you going to go?"

"Florida, some of our kids moved out there a while ago, it'll be nice to spend some time with the grandkids," Julius answered as he joined Louise, clicking his pen when he took the seat beside her. "Plus, I've heard that the state has a lot of women who dig men of my age."

"Does it?" Louise laughed, appreciating Julius's attempt to lighten her mood, melting when he flashed his all too familiar grin before scribbling his signature in the outlined spaces. "Well, there are more than a few women here who are still interested in you. I almost attacked Rose when she brought up the crush I had on yo... I mean. Oh God, I can't believe I just said that."

"That's alright, Louise, I'm used to it," Julius grinned, comforting her with a pat of her milky thigh, an innocent act that caused Louise to grow wet in an instant, dampening her lace thong enough to make her shift uncomfortably on the stool. "I think I've been a point of infatuation for a lot of girls over the years, Martha used to tease me about it all the time. But I never realised that you did, I always thought you were more of a football player sort of girl."

"I used to be," Louise let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes when she felt Julius's hand settle upon her upper thigh, listing close to the hem of her skirt as he distracted himself with the finer details of the contracts. "Until you realise that there isn't much going on in their heads other than cars, football, and their next lay, none of which makes for good conversation. But you were always so intelligent, there wasn't a subject you didn't have at least some knowledge of, and the other girls always made the occasional comment about your body. Sorry."

"Don't be, I wouldn't spend so much time keeping in shape if I wasn't at least fishing for compliments. Just glad to know I had some fans. What about you, did you ever feel the same way?" Julius asked, reaching the final pair of boxes, filling them with a flourish of his wrist.

"I did. Well, I still do," Louise's voice tapered off to a whisper, letting her blue eyes fall to observe the dark hand resting on her thigh, almost wishing that it would move a little further. "I guess I always have, I was just one of the few who got to see what you were like outside of school. It always amazed me how you could switch from being so strict to being so kind and friendly."

"Comes with the territory," Julius winked, returning the paper back into the packet, connecting his dark eyes with Louise's. "It's a trick you have to pick up fast when you become a teacher, having to be both a friend and a tyrant. But never mind that, I heard you got into Notre Dame."

"Mmm-hmm," Louise's golden ponytail bounded as she nodded her head, fighting to clear her mind of the thoughts clouding her mind. "I got the acceptance letter yesterday, mom was practically bawling. I'm not sure whether it was out of pride or the fact that I'll officially be leaving home."

"Believe me, it's pride. I knew you had it in you, you were one of the quickest learners I've ever had the pleasure of teaching," he said with complete honesty. "I imagine you'll be spending the rest of the summer with your friends? Are there any boys you want to get to know before heading off?"

"Well, there is one," Louise breathed, losing herself in Julius's dark, swirling eyes, daring to take a risk by placing her hand upon Julius's, biting her lip as she waited for his response. "And I've had my eye on him for longer than I can remember."

"Louise," Julius emitted a small sigh, leaving the blonde to wonder if she had pushed him too far. "I'm old enough to be your grandfather. You should be thinking about the boys at school, or the ones that you'll meet at college."

"Why? I can't stand most of the boys my age, they can barely keep their minds focused on something for longer than five minutes. But I can't remember a time where I haven't been attracted to you, I can't stop it," Louise confessed, squeezing Julius's hand lightly when he tried to lift it away. "I know it sounds childish. But you're moving to the other side of the country, we might never see each other again. I couldn't let you leave without telling you."

"It's a crush, Louise, it's just a natural part of growing up. But it'll fade by the time you go to college, you'll be too busy fending off the boys there to think about me," Julius continued, but his words did nothing to change Louise's mind.

"But we could at least try?" Louise pleaded, tugging Julius's hand, feeling her body trembling when his fingertips moved beneath the hem of her skirt. She leaned in, sweeping her tongue over her sensuous lips. "Please, I want to be with you, even if it's just this once. No-one would have to know. I've spent so long fantasising about you taking me to bed, now I might have a chance of making that a reality."

"You're taking a big risk here, Louise," Julius warned, moving in, sliding his hand further beneath the skirt without Louise's guidance. "I've been known to leave a lasting impression on the women I've been with."

"That's exactly what I want, Mr Chambers," Louise closed her eyes and smiled, her lips barely an inch away from his. "I don't want someone who can barely make it more than three minutes before finishing, I want a man who can do things to my body that no-one else can."

"I have a feeling you're not going to let this go. And you can call me Julius," he corrected, kneading Louise's soft thigh, finally bringing his lips to hers.

It was just as good as Louise had imagined, sending her heart racing until it pounded in her chest. They started slowly, giving her time to cope before their kissing grew intense, with Julius eventually feeding his tongue past her wet lips. Louise happily granted his entry, making a clumsy attempt to meet his swirling tongue with hers, struggling to keep up with his obvious experience. Low moans rolled deep in her throat, growing more and more audible the quicker their lips crashed, culminating in staggered huffs when Julius's hand crawled along her thigh, pressing his digits against the base of her thong.

"Hmmmff, just there," Louise shifted on the stool by an inch, forcing herself against his twitching fingers, crashing her lips fast enough for her to lose her breath. "I need this! I need you, Julius!"

"I know you do," Julius's deep voice rumbled in Louise's throat, along with the throaty chuckle that accompanied his fingers as they pushed the slip of her thong to the side, plunging into her drenched pussy. "I'll try to go slow for you, but I can't promise anything. I'm afraid you're just going to have to learn as we go."

"Like you said, I've always been a quick learner," Louise said, feeling Julius relinquish his hold of her lips in favour of kissing the length of her pale neck, tilting her head to the side as he travelled down to her collar.

Louise parted her legs as far as the stool would allow her, rocking against Julius's pumping fingers with enough force to cause the feet of the stool lift threateningly. She could hear the wet slapping of Julius's fingers, becoming more audible as the speed of his hand gradually increased. To her disbelief, she was hit by a sudden, near explosive orgasm, her legs shook violently as Julius persisted in his vigorous plundering of her warm tunnel.

"Oh my God!" Louise squealed, grabbing Julius's arm, stabilising herself as the tremors came one after the other, giving him a pleading look as his fingers kept thrusting. "Julius! I... I can't take it!"

"But didn't it feel so good?" Julius asked, with a self assured tone that made it clear that he already knew the answer. He withdrew his fingers when he saw Louise's eyes starting to flutter, letting her stool settle back on its rubber feet before it could topple over. "Has anyone made you feel that way before?"

"Never!" Louise wheezed, gripping onto the edge of the counter, suddenly noticing the fluids leaking down the chrome legs of her stool, filling her with embarrassment. "I couldn't control myself, I could barely feel my own body."

"And what do you feel like doing now?" Julius inquired, resting an arm across the counter.

"I know exactly what I feel like doing," Louise pushed away from the stool, sinking to her knees on front of Julius.

Looking up at him, Louise reached over to the brass zipper running along his groin. Spying the outline of his cock pressing against the thigh of his slacks, Louise gripped the metal tab, eager to free it from its confinement. It took a couple of attempts to draw the tap over the cylindrical swell, but Louise soon found success, holding her breath when she slid her fingers through the void. The breath left her body entirely when she curled her fingers around the steaming hot shaft, awed by the she sheer thickness of it.