The Summer I Met Nina

Gary brought her a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice. All of my guests had finished eating. I helped my bus boy, Jason clear the dishes then I changed the table cloths and began setting up for lunch. Nina's father handed her a section of the newspaper and she read, sipping her coffee, hardly speaking, except at one point, I noticed her mother saying something to her and an angry look crossed Nina's face. She said something back to her mother who looked startled and sat back, obviously upset. I wondered what that was about.

When her parents got up to leave, Nina remained seated, nodding goodbye to them and continued reading. I decided to go over to her now that her parents were gone and discreetly picked up their plates, pretending to be helping Gary, curious about what had happened. I glanced around to see if anyone was noticing and she looked at me then leaned forward and whispered, "Meet me in the barn at ten." I nodded and she went back to reading the paper, taking a sip of coffee and I put the dishes on the bussing tray.

I was finishing setting up, glancing at the clock. The dining room was now empty except for the bus boys sweeping and the other waiters and waitress setting tables. Lunch went from noon until one-thirty but we had to be in the dining room by eleven-thirty then out on the ball field by two for the afternoon softball game.

The funky, dilapidated barn housed several old horses and was up the road past the bunk houses. Horse back riding was one of the activities provided but arrangements had to be made for Larry, the assistant manager, to get them saddled and help the guests. Few people rode horses so the barn was usually quiet and the old horses had a leisurely life of munching grass in the fenced in pasture and an occasional apple someone fed them.

When I entered the barn, it was dark except for the morning sunlight coming in from cracks in the roof and an open door in the hay loft. I looked around and didn't see Nina then I heard, "Up here."

I saw a ladder in the middle of the barn that went up to the hay loft and climbed it, smelling the hay and then saw Nina at the other end sitting on a bale. When I reached her, she stood up and we wrapped our arms around each other, hugging and kissed. She lowered her hands to my ass and I did the same, loving how her ass felt in the short denim skirt. I pulled her against my already hard cock and felt her grinding into me, spreading her legs slightly.

I pulled my lips from hers, both of us gasping and looked at her. "You were kind of cool at breakfast," I said.

"I know. Mom said she heard something in my room and asked if I had company."

"Uh-oh," I said, nodding.

"I got annoyed and told her I didn't have company but even if I did, it was none of her business."

"So that's why she looked so upset."

"Right. I'm sick of pretending to be their good little girl and being watched like a hawk. Dad has made me his little precious jewel—I'm an only child—and he has my life planned—business major in college, minor in political science then law school and join his old firm. He's a judge and wants me to follow in his footsteps."

"And they are really into you marrying Fred," I said.

"Yeah, he graduated from Princeton Law School and has been a clerk for Dad and it's all mapped out. My dad's fucking world revolves around law, tennis and playing Bridge."

"What about us?"

She looked at me, took my hand and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. We hardly know each other but damn, I really loved how we were last night."

"What are you going to do when Fred comes up today?"

"I don't know. I don't know anything. I feel like I'm trapped and it's hard for me to hurt people—mom, dad, Fred." She chuckled. "It's not easy being me."

"I understand," I said just wanting to hold her. I put my arms around her and held her close, rubbing her back, feeling her anguish and pain. I just wanted to soothe her.

She sighed deeply in my chest. I felt her relax and she put her arms around me. We didn't speak but just held each other for several minutes then I felt her slowly grinding into me again, moving her hand to my ass and squeezing. I did the same, lifting her short skirt, putting my hands on her warm soft ass, realizing she wasn't wearing panties.

"You are daring," I whispered rubbing her bare ass.

"I have to be otherwise the real Nina would smother to death. I told you I'm honest but I have to be two steps ahead of my parents to be alive and not the little paper doll they think I am." Pulling me harder against her, grasping my ass, both of us grinding, she looked into my eyes. "I've always wanted to fuck in a barn—that's why the short skirt and no panties."

Suddenly she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to several hay bales and pushed me so that I was sitting, leaning back against another pile of hay. She got down on her knees between my legs, unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper and took out my hard cock then started licking, moving her tongue up and down the underside, then over the sensitive head which drives me insane then she went to town sucking me, moving her lips up and down, slurping, swallowing and growling as she devoured my cock. I held her head, wrapping my fingers around her long hair and started thrusting into her warm wet mouth. She then pulled her mouth away gasping and quickly climbed on me, straddling my body, grabbing my hard cock and came down hard, impaling herself and yelling, "Now I want to ride my stallion!." She leaned forward, her hands on my chest, rising and coming down hard again and again while I lifted my ass thrusting into her.

"Come on take me for a ride," I yelled, grabbing her hips, lifting her and pulling her down harder and harder.

"Oh yeah" she screamed. "I just want to ride you like a fucking cow girl!"

I looked at her sitting straight up, her hair flailing, her tits bouncing under her t shirt, her pussy gripping my cock as she galloped on me, taking me deeper with each thrust, screaming incoherently. I felt her body tensing, trembling as she moved faster and harder screaming "I'm there. Oh fuck, oh my god fuck me fuck me ohhhhh yeah don't stop. I'm cummmmming" and suddenly she exploded in a huge orgasm, shaking and screaming, her juicy wet pussy gripping my cock.

I bucked up and grabbed her hips and flipped her off of me onto her back, spreading her legs, putting them on my shoulders and pounced, driving my cock deep and hard, fucking her savagely screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Ohhhhhhhh come on give it to me," she yelled. "Harder, Fuck me harder, damn it. Harder."

Her screaming made me thrust as hard as I could. Feeling her pussy gripping me, sensing she was about to explode again, urging me to thrust harder, pounding her with all my strength, leaning over her, driving my cock in and out like a piston faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper until suddenly both of us convulsed in huge wild ecstatic explosions, my cum gushing like hot lava from a volcano. Writhing just above her I then collapsed onto her panting body, feeling her strong legs wrapping around my back holding me deep in her, unable to budge.

Still wearing her skirt—now above her hips, the t shirt cushioning her from the rough hay, I lay on her gasping, panting, moaning desperately taking deep swallows of air.

While laying on her, I heard the barn door squeak and someone enter. I looked into her eyes, both of us trying to hold our breath, listening to the footsteps below. "Anyone in here," I heard a voice, wondering if it was Larry's or someone just wanting to see the horses.

I put my finger to my lips, indicating we had to be quiet and still. "Anyone here," came the voice again then I heard the squeak of the barn door closing and who ever it was walking away.

"That was close," I whispered.

"That's all I need is to be caught with you," she said then sighed. "Fuck, I'm tired of sneaking and hiding who I am."

I nodded, sensing Nina was on the verge of shaking up her life and said, "Do I dare disturb the universe," quoting a line from T. S. Eliot. "Have you ever heard that line?"

"I have. That's from J. Alfred Prufrock," she answered, then took a deep sigh, looking into my eyes. "I have a feeling my little world is going to get rocked."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't marry Fred. The wedding is coming up in September. Invitations are about to go out—already printed. The caterers have a down payment."

I listened, looking into her eyes, nodding. She looked up at me then closed her eyes as if shutting out the horror of her thought. I shifted on the hay bale to lie next to her and took her hand, kissing it.

She sighed deeply. "I can't go on like this. I have to stop pleasing other people and pretending."

"Wbat are you going to do? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You already have."

"What do you mean?"

"You woke me up. And though we just met, you made me realize what's possible in a relationship. I can't explain it. I just know I can't marry Fred and follow the path laid out for me. I've got to do what I did with you."

"What's that? What did you do with me?" I asked fascinated but not sure what she was saying.

"I took the bull by the horns. I wanted you and I made it happen. I've never done anything like that before. I mean I did sneak out and do things my parents didn't know about but never anything quite so brazen."

"I'm glad you did because I wanted to meet you and get to know you. I was definitely attracted but I'm not always able to take the bull by the horns like you did."

"I know," she said then looked at me and smiled. "But you certainly became a bull in bed last night and on this hay bale and that's what woke me up. I felt your passion and that's what I want in my life—passion. I think you are amazing."

"Thanks," I said then suddenly realized I had to get back to the dining room. I wasn't sure what time it was but we had been in the barn for close to an hour and I didn't want to be late for the lunch shift. I leaned down and kissed Nina. "I think you are pretty amazing too but now I have to get back to the dining room."

"I know and I have to get ready to play tennis with Dad," she said. "But I think I'm about to disturb the universe."

I got up, standing and buttoning and zipping my pants. Nina also sat up and smoothed her skirt, brushing away several pieces of hay and I picked some out of her hair. "I'll leave first and you should wait a few minutes before leaving."

I kissed her and then we embraced before I climbed back down the ladder and headed back to my bunk house before going to the kitchen. Gary and Jason were just getting ready to head over to the dining room. They looked at me.

"What's going on? Where have you been?" Gary asked. "I was looking all over for you---even went up to the barn."

"I took a walk. I have things on my mind," I said and went into the bathroom to take a leak and avoid any more scrutiny.

It was Friday and the dining room was crowded with new guests arriving for the weekend. I had a several new people to serve and greeted them, introduced myself telling them that I would be their waiter. I noticed Nina and her parents take their seat in Gary's station and saw she was wearing her tennis outfit and had her hair in a pony tail. We briefly glanced at each other but that was all.

Lunch went well until I had an embarrassing accident—me the model waiter had a big order to carry out to one of my tables. All of our dishes were covered by shiny metal tops to keep them warm and also allowed us to put platters on top of them. I had eight dishes on my tray and since we served vegetables family style, I had a bowl of stewed tomatoes balanced on top. The tray was heavy and as I carried it to the table, the whole dining room noticed. I walked slowly, gracefully but when I turned to lower the tray onto my tray stand, the bowl of stewed tomatoes fell on to my head, dripping down my face and my red waiter's jacket. The room gasped and I picked up the bowl from the floor, wiped myself off quickly with a towel I had on the stand and said, "Opps!" and continued serving, almost as if nothing happened.

I saw Nina's eyes open wide and then laugh trying to stifle it with her hand. Our eyes met and I just shrugged my shoulders and walked back to the kitchen with my empty tray, changed my jacket and quickly brought the table another bowl of stewed tomatoes.

After lunch, I played softball as usual and later saw Nina going to the pool wearing her black bikini. The game was almost over but I saw her swim a lap then get out and take her seat on one of the lounge chairs. She had a drink on the table next to her. When the game was over, I took off the jeans I played ball in, my bathing suit already on, went to the pool and just before diving in, I saw a tall balding man wearing slacks, a white short sleeved shirt and blue tie lean over Nina and kiss her. She put her arms around his shoulders and returned the kiss then held his hand as he sat down on her chair.

Seeing that took my breath away. Fred was here for the weekend and I had no idea what would happen. I dived in and swam underwater and came up at the edge of the pool where they were seated. When I came up and brushed the wet hair out of my eyes, Nina looked over Fred's shoulder at me and bit her lower lip. Though I had no right to feel jealous, that's what I felt. I wanted to be holding her hand. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to be her one and only. Our eyes met as she listened to Fred and I didn't know what to do as a barrage of emotions swept over me and I wondered if I was in love with her or crazy. I swam back to the other side, got out of the pool and looked back at Nina. She was smiling at Fred, listening to him then glanced over at me on the other side of the pool then back at Fred. Talk about feeling like a fish out of water—that was me standing in soaking wet anguish.

It was painful at dinner, serving my guests, being cordial, smiling, joking and trying to give that little extra. Every time I looked at Nina's table, I noticed how her father and mother were so focused on Fred. Nina's eyes met mine each time I passed her table but it was excruciating. I wondered if Nina would be able to "take the bull by horns" like she intended. What could she say? What could she do? I could feel the dilemma she was in.

When dinner was over and they left the dining room, I saw Fred take her hand and thought about them being in bed together, wondering if he had a separate room for the propriety or did her parents not care about that---I didn't know but the thought of them sleeping together was terrible.

I was tired after not having much sleep, a full day of serving and playing ball. I wondered where I would get the energy to work in the lounge that night. It was a busy Friday night with a lot of new guests hearing Jack Kramer and his band for the first time-- drinking, dancing and letting loose on their summer vacations. Around ten, Nina and Fred came into the lounge and took a small table opposite the bar. For better or for worse, it was in my station. Talk about challenges, I had to serve them and act nonchalant. I took their orders—a dirty Manhattan for Nina and a draft of Bass Ale for Fred. I noticed Fred reach for her hand after they ordered and she pulled it away and I overheard him ask "What's wrong?"

When I returned with their drinks, Nina thanked me, looking into my eyes and I could see they were having an intense conversation. I wondered whether she was breaking the news to him and thought she was probably smart to do it in a crowded lounge to avoid it getting out of hand, but I didn't know for certain what was going on or where this would lead.

While serving other tables, I could not help but keep my eyes on them. Nina sipped her drink and I could tell by how animated Fred was in speaking to her that he was angry. He leaned forward while she leaned back then she leaned forward, looking at him and speaking while he shook his head obviously rejecting what she was saying. She then took her ring off and handed it to him. He picked it up then took a big gulp of his ale, slammed it down on the table and left the lounge. She turned and looked at me carrying a tray to a table. When I finished serving I came over to her. I leaned forward to pick up her empty glass and Fred's mug, still trying to be discreet. "I did it," she said then let out a deep sigh.

"That must have been hard. I saw him leave pretty upset."

"Now I have to tell my parents—talk about disturbing the universe."

"Right. That's going to be really hard, I know."

She nodded and sighed. "Listen, you can't come to my room tonight—Fred will be there but let's meet down by the pool. It's dark. No one will see us."

I told her I would sign out in a half hour and meet her there at eleven."

"Cool," she said and quickly touched my hand.

I continued serving, my mind swirling with what was going on-- what would happen when she got back to her room and had to confront Fred, what would happen when she told her parents, what would happen with me and Nina, if anything after she left on Sunday. Somehow I managed to serve my tables but I was on automatic, glancing up at the clock.

When I told Charlie I was signing out and started to leave, he asked what's wrong, you usually hang out and have a drink. Catherine came over to me while picking up an order and just said, "Watch out."

"What do you mean?" I asked, surprised that she said that.

"I see how you two look at each other in the dining room—you know I don't miss much and I saw how that guy left in a huff. Something is going on with you two."

"Not really," I answered, wanting to avoid a conversation and get to the pool.

"Not really, huh," she chuckled. "When people say not really, it's always a lie, avoidance and denial—you can't fool a woman who has been around the block like me."

"I have to go," I responded. "I'll tell you about it later."

"Okay, but watch out," she said, reaching her hand to touch my chest. "I see a broken heart coming."

Catherine's words alarmed me but I shoved them aside when I arrived at the pool. There were no lights by the pool but the moon was still full and I could see Nina laying on one of the lounge chairs at the far end. I sat down next to her and saw that she had tears in her eyes. I took her hand, rubbing it gently then she squeezed it. Neither of us spoke but just looked at each other. She wiped away a tear with her knuckle then smiled at me.

"I'm a wreck," she said. "That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do and the worst is yet to come."

"But you did it."

"I don't want to go back to the room. I might just sleep out here. I can't face him."

"I'll stay with you. I can get a blanket."

"I think I want to be alone."

"If that's what you want, I'll get you a blanket and let you be alone."

"I don't know what I want. I don't know anything."

I leaned forward and put my arms around her, lifting her so we could hug and not talk or think. She wrapped her arms around me and we embraced tenderly. I moved my hands to her shoulders and held her head to my chest just wanting to comfort her when suddenly she surprised me and pulled me down on top of her. I felt her strength as she held me, spreading her legs and kissed me with such intensity, I didn't know what was happening. It was as if a dam burst loose and her passion took over flooding her with a sudden need to release all that she was feeling.

I was immediately hard and our fierce kissing bordered on madness, our tongues swirling, our bodies grinding, her hands on my ass pulling me against her pussy, her legs wrapped around me.

"I want you! I need you!" she gasped.

I quickly got up on my knees between her legs and pulled down my pants while she frantically squirmed out of her panties. She grabbed my hard cock and moved the head up and down her pussy lips, taking charge, her desperate need for release more intense then anything I had ever experienced. She was wild. This was not making love. This was raw animal lust. Her tight grip on my cock, her hungry eyes locked on mine, her ass lifting to take my cock did not need words and I let go thrusting into her as hard as I could, driving her back, opening her tight pussy, her yelling, "Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder! Give it to me!"