The Summer I Said Yes

By Chaz Gower

Hailey is worried she is going to be the last remaining virgin in her senior class. But when a sexy new boy comes to town over spring break, she may not be able to hold back any longer. With her arch-rival Audrey competing for his affection, Hailey and her best friend Violet work together to try and save the day. But why is Violet's older sister acting so suspicious?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chaz Gower
• Release date: Jan 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463562604

Chaz Gower

I'm an American Erotica Comedy Writer, traveling the world, looking for stories and adventures to share with you... so much more to come...

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ONE

    The first thing I noticed was how fresh he smelled, like baby powder.

    Even outdoors, with the flowers blooming, and the freshly cut grass, and the sun beating down on us, I was close enough to him when he passed us that I could smell him.

    It was as if time stood still. I remember my best friend Violet talking to me, but it was muted like she had a pillow over her face. All I could really see was… him. I suddenly realize my mouth is open and I snap back to reality.

    Oh my god, drool much, Violet laughs at me.

    I must seem like I’m half asleep.

    No. I… was thinking of something, I smile as I lie.

    Yeah, right! Violet laughs even louder.

    He looks back over his shoulder at us, with this serious expression on his face, as if he can’t be bothered. As if he gets this reaction every day and we’re just two more stupid young girls watching his every move.

    Violet is blabbering on about something, but all I can think to myself is that… he’s perfect. Wavy blonde hair, those powder blue colored eyes. How’d I see them from over here? They must be amazing up close. He was wearing just a white t-shirt and Levi’s with… black boots. He means business. He’s a serious one, not wearing tennis shoes.

    Violet, I interrupt her incoherent rant I’m not listening to, Who IS that kid?

    Violet pauses and smiles with satisfaction. She knows something that I don’t and wants to play it out for as long as she can. Not LONG, long. She’s my best friend, after all, and we don’t do that to each other. Just long enough to momentarily savor it.

    That… is Jayden, she announces.

    Jayden, I softly respond. I feel something stir in me, it feels good, and yet it slightly embarrasses me, here in front of Violet. I bring my arms up in front of my chest and start massaging in-between my fingers. It’s a nervous habit of mine.

    He’s Ms. Connors sisters…uh…, Violet scratches her head, Ms. Connors, has a sister and Jayden is her kid. Jayden is Ms. Connor’s niece.

    Nephew. When it’s a boy, it’s a nephew, I calmly correct.

    Right. Right. Right. Nephew, duh, she clears her head.

    We both pause and look at each other and then start tittering like idiots. For some reason, I’ve suddenly fixated on Violet’s lips. She has really pretty lips.

    Violet is part Indian, so she has a natural year-round tan, but right now her lips are distracting me. Did she get her lips done? She couldn’t have gotten her lips done. What is wrong with me all of the sudden?

    Let’s go inside before he sees us acting goofy, I grab her hand and lead her across the lawn and up the steps and into my house.

TWO

    Violet sprawls out on my bed, and I can see right up her soccer shorts. She’s wearing those old cotton juicy fruit colored panties. If she does that in front of people at a party, they’re going to think she’s some kind of slut.

    Sydney Shelton went to a party last year with NO panties on under her soccer shorts. Got drunk and passed out on the couch. Guys were taking pictures of it on their phone. You could see everything. I mean, everything. Some of them were even touching it and started to do more, but a few of us jumped in and stopped it. She was absolutely destroyed over it at school. Her family moved away and it was kinda sad. When I wear shorts, I wear shorts you can’t see my underwear. And I ALWAYS wear underwear. I mean, eww.

    Anyway, Violet kind of already has a history with those shorts.

    We should go swimming, Violet says.

    Mm. Maybe.

    I move my pillows and lay down on the bed vertically. Violet’s head is near my shoulder, as my legs dangle off the side. I don’t feel like swimming really. I don’t feel like doing much of anything. It’s Spring Break and I didn’t get to go anywhere, so I don’t feel like doing anything. That way, if someone at