The Girls of Summer

By CJ Blake

I wanted one thing this summer. To get laid!!! My hopes were high, and I was not disappointed. First was the sexy college blonde, Kathy. Then it was the hot MILF waitress, Sheila. How could I forget the innocent salesgirl, Bethany? And last but not least, the sultry newswoman, Dawn. Yep, it was a pretty good summer, and quite an action-packed, hilarious adventure to boot.
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I looked at my phone for the tenth time this minute.
Where were they?
I was sitting in my car at the airport. I was the third car back in the pickup lane. I was waiting on my sister and her best friend Kathy. They had just finished up their sophomore year at college and now they were home. Well, Kathy was just visiting for the weekend.
I had met her before though, and I had not forgotten about her. Kathy Wells was a hot blonde. She had wavy hair down past her shoulders, dirty blonde hair with a variety of golds and light browns. More than a few times I had fantasized about having a handful of that hair while giving Kathy a stern fucking.
My phone chimed.
I picked it up. Finally, a text from my sister. They were on the way out.
I jumped out of the car and opened the trunk. I wanted to help Kathy with her bags.
I watched the sliding automatic door just down the sidewalk. It opened, and out walked an old couple, both with white hair and a small dog in a pet carrier. It was yipping and yapping like crazy.
The door closed, then opened again, but a kid and his mom came out. He had a backpack bigger than he was, a red sleeping bag rolled up and strapped to the top of it.
The doors slid closed, then a few seconds later they opened and out walked my sister and Kathy.
I waved to get their attention.
When Kathy walked toward me it was like she was in slow motion. She had on a pair of tiny red shorts that hugged her thick thighs and a tight white tank top with horizontal red pinstripes. That tank top was stretched to the limit by Kathy’s most noticeable feature, her big 36DD breasts, her all-natural double-Ds. They jiggled slightly with every step she took. It was a beautiful sight.
“Wow,” I muttered.
She looked even hotter than the last time I saw her.
“Tony, stop drooling,” Lana said.
I looked at my sister, Lana. She hadn’t changed a bit, her dark hair straight and parted in the middle, her red lips in a permanent scowl, her arms crossed over her flat chest and her hip cocked to one side. It seemed like she was always waiting to snap at me. She had on blue shorts and a gray tank top. She didn’t wear it like Kathy did.
“Hello to you too,” I said.
My sister sneered.
“Hi, Tony,” Kathy said.
“Hey, Kathy,” I said, trying not to blush in front of her. “I’ll get your bag.”
“Such a gentleman,” Kathy said as I took her roller bag, folded the handle, and put it in the trunk.
I walked over to the passenger door and opened it for Kathy, but Lana got in instead, leaving her suitcase sitting on the sidewalk. I grabbed it and tossed it into the trunk. Kathy got in the backseat before I could open her door for her. Damn!
I closed the trunk and rushed around to the driver’s side. I got in, shut the door, and started my car.
I didn’t drive away because when I breathed in I realized the car was filled with the sweet scent of girl perfume, shampoo, body spray, and whatever else they used. It was a nice, sweet, flowery smell. I had to admit, that smell didn’t fill my car very often. It’s not like I’m a total failure with girls, I’m just in a dry spell, for the last...six months. Jeez.
“Welcome back,” I said as I drove away from the curb.
“Whatever,” Lana said.
My sister could be so rude.
“It’s good to be back,” Kathy said. “It’s so beautiful down here, so bright and sunny today. I can’t wait to get to the beach.”
“Oh, y’all are going to the beach?”
Lana dropped her phone into her lap. “Yes we are, Tony, and you’re driving us, so clear your schedule.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Blake
• Release date: Jan 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005054595

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The Girls of Summer

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Contents

Driving Miss Kathy

A Sandwich, a MILF, and a Shotgun

Nude Beach

Morning Delight

Tri-County Cookie Cutie

Two in One

Tonight at Ten

Special Delivery

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Driving Miss Kathy

Ilooked at my phone for the tenth time this minute.

Where were they?

I was sitting in my car at the airport. I was the third car back in the pickup lane. I was waiting on my sister and her best friend Kathy. They had just finished up their sophomore year at college and now they were home. Well, Kathy was just visiting for the weekend.

I had met her before though, and I had not forgotten about her. Kathy Wells was a hot blonde. She had wavy hair down past her shoulders, dirty blonde hair with a variety of golds and light browns. More than a few times I had fantasized about having a handful of that hair while giving Kathy a stern fucking.

My phone chimed.

I picked it up. Finally, a text from my sister. They were on the way out.

I jumped out of the car and opened the trunk. I wanted to help Kathy with her bags.

I watched the sliding automatic door just down the sidewalk. It opened, and out walked an old couple, both with white hair and a small dog in a pet carrier. It was yipping and yapping like crazy.

The door closed, then opened again, but a kid and his mom came out. He had a backpack bigger than he was, a red sleeping bag rolled up and strapped to the top of it.

The doors slid closed, then a few seconds later they opened and out walked my sister and Kathy.

I waved to get their attention.

When Kathy walked toward me it was like she was in slow motion. She had on a pair of tiny red shorts that hugged her thick thighs and a tight white tank top with horizontal red pinstripes. That tank top was stretched to the limit by Kathy’s most noticeable feature, her big 36DD breasts, her all-natural double-Ds. They jiggled slightly with every step she took. It was a beautiful sight.

Wow, I muttered.

She looked even hotter than the last time I saw her.

Tony, stop drooling, Lana said.

I looked at my sister, Lana. She hadn’t changed a bit, her dark hair straight and parted in the middle, her red lips in a permanent scowl, her arms crossed over her flat chest and her hip cocked to one side. It seemed like she was always waiting to snap at me. She had on blue shorts and a gray tank top. She didn’t wear it like Kathy did.

Hello to you too, I said.

My sister sneered.

Hi, Tony, Kathy said.

Hey, Kathy, I said, trying not to blush in front of her. I’ll get your bag.

Such a gentleman, Kathy said as I took her roller bag, folded the handle, and put it in the trunk.

I walked over to the passenger door and opened it for Kathy, but Lana got in instead, leaving her suitcase sitting on the sidewalk. I grabbed it and tossed it into the trunk. Kathy got in the backseat before I could open her door for her. Damn!

I closed the trunk and rushed around to the driver’s side. I got in, shut the door, and started my car.

I didn’t drive away because when I breathed in I realized the car was filled with the sweet scent of girl perfume, shampoo, body spray, and whatever else they used. It was a nice, sweet, flowery smell. I had to admit, that smell didn’t fill my car very often. It’s not like I’m a total failure with girls, I’m just in a dry spell, for the last…six months. Jeez.

Welcome back, I said as I drove away from the curb.

Whatever, Lana said.

My sister could be so rude.

It’s good to be back, Kathy said. It’s so beautiful down here, so bright and sunny today. I can’t wait to get to the beach.

Oh, y’all are going to the beach?

Lana dropped her phone into her lap. Yes we are, Tony, and you’re driving us, so clear your schedule.

I can handle that, I said.

You can come with us if you want, Kathy said.

Lana jerked her head around, whipping her hair and hitting my cheek. She almost got my eye. Why the fuck would you say that? We don’t want Tony Baloney gawking at us.

Don’t call me that, I said.

But it’s all you ate until you were like fifteen, Lana said.

More like six, I said, and baloney is a delicious treat when pan-fried and put between two pieces of bread and a slice of cheese."

Lana made a puking sound.

Shut up, I said.

You’re not coming with us, Tony, Lana said. You’re just driving us. You’d freak out anyway.

I rolled my eyes. I go to the beach all the time. It’s not that big a deal. I don’t even wanna go, get all sandy and sticky with sunscreen and sand.

Yeah, Lana said. But we’re going to Elliot Beach.

Elliot Beach? I repeated.

That stopped me cold. There was something very special about Elliot Beach. Every guy in a hundred mile radius knew about it. We had all heard about it. Elliot Beach was one of the only beaches in the area where clothing was optional.

* * *

Are Mom and Dad home? Lana asked.

I parked in the driveway in front of the house Lana and I grew up in, a modest single-story white brick house.

No, I said. Dad is getting awarded realtor of the year, they’re out of town until Sunday night.

Good, Lana said. Now bring our bags in, Tony.

I’m not your servant, I said.

Just do it, Lana shot back.

She was already at the front door, unlocking it and walking inside. I walked around