Summer Crush Ch. 01

Why the hell did we move to another state in the middle of senior year! Tim asked himself, not for the first time, as he stood in the dark, watching his new classmates hanging around a beach bonfire. He'd love to join them, laughing and drinking, but at the moment, he was too busy brooding and missing his real friends. A grey hoodie protected his tall, thin frame from the chill air and unwanted looks. Here he was an outsider, always the new kid.

Feeling bored, he picked out the hot girl he'd seen earlier from the crowd. She was girly and giggly, her bubbly laughter at someone's joke carried over the sound of the waves. What was her name... Jackie! Yeah that's it. She was way too curvy and pretty for a nerd like him, though. He watched the firelight reflecting off her bright blonde hair and sparkling on her blue eyes. She saw me staring! Tim quickly looked away. Don't be weird, don't be weird, Tim repeated to himself, as he pretended to look out over the water.

"Hey, you! Tall guy!"

Tim turned to see her walking up to him, with a beer in each hand.

Her bathing suit top barely contained her large, perky chest that swung smoothly with the motion of her legs. And what legs they were! Thick as tree trunks, making the roll of her wide hips look graceful, and somehow delicate. He made timid eye contact when she got close, letting his eyes linger for an imperceptibly quick moment on her waist, which looked narrow on her voluptuous body. And again on her chest. Oh god, her chest! It was the largest he'd ever seen. Even more impressive up close.

She was almost as tall as him, noticeably intimidating when she stopped right near him. Tim was ready for her to ask him not to stare, or just Who the hell he is?

"We're short on dudes for spin the bottle. Wanna join?" She held out beer with a smile.

Tim's mind went blank. "Uh, what?" was all he managed. Smooth, dude!

Her bubbly laugh broke the tension. "We've played it here for years, sorta our tradition. Well, how about it?" She half turned to go, a smirk playing on her red lips. Is this really happening? Tim thought, hopefully not out loud. "Uh, sure," he said, a little too quietly.

His heart was pounding, as he followed her, finally taking the beer she'd offered. This is my chance, Tim thought as his mind regrouped. Maybe I'll impress her by knowing her name.

"Thanks for the beer, Jackie" Nailed it. Tim did his best cool-guy impression.

"Who's Jackie?" She said with a laugh.

Fuck.

"Name's Jess, and what's yours, new kid?"

"Uh, Tim, sorry I got your name wrong", he muttered, slightly embarrassed.

"Your OK," her smile had a magical effect of soothing his social anxiety. "Would be weird if you'd know it without meeting me first." she called over her shoulder, already walking back to the fire.

Tim followed her striking silhouette. Her booty shorts had long given up trying to contain the protruding spheres of her buttcheeks. Tim got a perfect view in the moonlight, sending thoughts swirling in his head, which almost made him forget her chest. Almost.

The group accepted him quickly. He forgot their names after each introduction, his mind too preoccupied with Jess. The bottle spun, and the game began, but all he thought about was how her presence filled the space around her. How her powerful body exuded the confident energy he wished he had. Tim only noticed when it was her turn to spin. His stomach flipped when the bottle landed on him. He gulped down his beer, mouth completely dry.

"Five minutes in heaven for the new guy," someone called out.

"Yeah, take care of him, Jess," someone else yelled.

Others joined, chanting "Hea-ven, hea-ven".

Jess stood, her smile widening. She held out her hand and Tim took it, her palm warm against his. "Come on, new guy. Let's see what the closet's got."

The closet was a tiny lifeguard storage shed with Heaven scratched on the door. It was barely big enough for one person, let alone two. Jess squeezed in first, her body taking up most of the space. Moonlight streaming in through a window above her head, framing her face and the swell of her breasts. She beckoned him with a look. Tim took a deep breath and followed, his back pressed against the opposite wall.

He almost regretted that breath, as her front pressed against his in the tight confines. Tim felt like every inch of her was touching him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her thighs framed his, and her hips brushed against his pelvis.

"Cozy, huh?" she said in a low, teasing voice, as she closed the door with a click.

Tim felt her breath on his cheek. Her scent of coconut sunscreen and rose perfume tickled his nose. It would have filled his lungs, if he had enough room to breathe deeply. Tim's heart raced, his body naturally reacting to her closeness.

"Yeah," he managed to say, his voice strained. How am I supposed to think with her this close? Every time she breathed, her chest pushed against his, cutting off his air just a little. He was afraid to tell her though, not wanting it to end.

Jess asked him where he's from, his old school; she seemed completely at ease, only her alluring smile indicating anything unusual.

Tim tried to answer best he could, his mind too focused on the feel of her body. She has to be aware of my erection pressing against her thigh, he thought.

She looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his grey ones. "I've never seen eyes like yours before," she said, her voice soft. "They're like... storm clouds. Kinda mysterious."

"Thanks", he said shyly, his voice soft. Tim's hands stayed glued to his sides, even though he ached to run them over her body.

Jess's eyes flicked down, a knowing smirk playing on her lips when she looked back up.

Oh no, she noticed. "Um, uh, sorry," Tim stammered, as blood rushed to his face.

"I like it," Jess reassured him, leaning in closer.

Before Tim could react, her lips pressed against his. He froze, his mind exploding from their gentle softness. His thoughts adrift with the taste of her cherry lipstick, he kissed her back. She leaned into him, her breasts unexpectedly firm and unyielding against his chest. They weren't just soft like he had assumed. They were solid, heavy, pressing into him with the force of her powerful body behind them. Every breath she took, pushed her breasts deeper into him, compressing his chest, forcing the air from his lungs. Her thick thighs pressed against his, warm and strong. Her flat stomach was touching his belly, leaving no space between them.

Jess's blue eyes sparkled with desire in the moonlight as she pulled back just enough to look at Tim. "You're such a good kisser, letting me lead, just how I like it," she said breathily, seemingly unaware of how his chest was collapsing against her body.

Tim didn't have the oxygen to reply, so she leaned in again, her lips playing on his. He tried his best, kissing her back, but his vision was already starting to blur at the edges as he struggled to breathe.

Tim tried to push her back, his hands feeling the tough hip muscles beneath her padding. Tim raised his hands, up her widening obliques to try to push back her chest that was squishing his upper ribs.

Jess caught his hands in hers. "Not so fast," she moaned, her voice full of arousal, "touch me here."

She guided his hands down as she arched her back, pressing her butt against the back wall, and her chest even harder against his ribs. She trailed kisses down his neck, oblivious to how his breath stuttered. Instead, she let Tim feel her powerful thighs. The warm softness of her skin and the solidity of large muscles beneath, combined with the feel of her soft lips on his collarbone, made him even harder despite the lack of oxygen.

"Someone's excited," Jess teased, feeling his penis twitch against her thigh. She kissed him again, deeper this time, her body practically pancaking his in her excitement.

Tim was running out of breath, as Jess's tongue played in his mouth. His nose worked, but he couldn't get any air in, his diaphragm sputtering beneath her pressure. His knees buckled, but her press easily supported him against the wall. Oh god, she'll break me!

"Jess," he gasped, when she finally broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he tried unsuccessfully to catch a breath. His lungs burned, and his ribs felt like they were being compressed inward. "Your... your chest... it's crushing me. I can't breathe."

She tilted her head, her expression genuinely puzzled. "What? How am I doing that?"

"You're..." he managed, his vision tunneling as he used the last of his air, "kinda big."

Her eyes widened, the playful spark replaced with sudden anger. "You're calling me fat!?"

She shouted the last word, incredulous.

Tim didn't have the air to explain. She didn't see his pleading look as her knee shot up. Hard, thick muscle slamming into his groin, crushing his balls with a force that made him see stars. He collapsed on the floor as she stormed out, slamming the door shut behind her. He lay on the floor, gasping for air as his body found both relief and agony.

"Wait--" he croaked, but she was long gone.