Summertime Loving

As Travis stepped out, he nearly collided with Odette. She looked him up and down, taking her time to absorb every detail, and a sly smile crept onto her face.

"Travis," she murmured, her tone low and amused, "you and I are finally alone." She stepped closer, closing the space between them until she was standing mere inches away.

"Yeah, looks like it," he replied casually, meeting her gaze with an easy confidence.

"You must be Odette, right?" He extended his hand, but as she took it, her thumb lingered on his forehand, slowly tracing a small circle, almost daring him to respond.

Her lips curled up in a smirk. "Wow, you already know my name. Gotta say, I'm impressed. You must like me, don't ya?"

Travis chuckled, shrugging a bit. "Nah, but you're cute, I guess. Wouldn't mind befriending you."

Odette's eyes glinted as she leaned in just a little more, her voice turning coy. "Oh, I see where this is going. You wanna fuck me, don't you? Well, sadly, I'm not easy," she teased, letting her voice drop to a whisper as her chest brushed against him. "But for you, let's just say… ask, and you shall receive."

Travis smiled, unfazed. "That's not it, but hey—since it's our first time talking, why not leave it at that? Nice meeting you, Odette," he said smoothly, stepping around her and leaping over the garage ledge, landing on the ground below with practiced ease.

Odette stared after him, stunned that he'd brushed her off so easily. "Is Eve dating a superhero?" she whispered to herself with a wicked grin. "Even better for me. I heard they can go all night."

Back home, Travis joined his family for dinner, savoring the warm meal and the casual conversation. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he took the first bite. After the meal, he volunteered to wash the dishes, letting the warm, soapy water soothe his hands as he cleaned up.

Once he finished, he went upstairs for a shower, the hot water a welcome relief as he relaxed under the spray. I wonder how many times I shower a day, he thought, chuckling to himself. Probably three or four times. Hope I'm not running up Debbie's water bill.

He emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed, pulling on some comfortable clothes as he headed to his room. But as he was about to flop onto his bed, he remembered his promise to Yumi about watching a movie together. He sighed, set a timer on his phone to wake up after a short nap, and settled in for a quick rest.

…

Three hours later, his alarm buzzed, pulling him out of sleep. Groggy but committed, he got up, slipped on some house slippers, and headed downstairs. He made a quick bowl of popcorn, the smell filling the air as he grabbed a few blankets for extra comfort.

Entering the living room, he found Yumi already waiting for him on the couch, her eyes lighting up as she saw him. "You really kept your promise," she said with a soft smile, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Travis grinned. "Of course. Wouldn't miss it. Now, what movie are we watching?" He asked, flipping through the streaming options.

Yumi snuggled closer as they scrolled, finally settling on a random action-comedy. As the movie started, they both relaxed into the couch, laughing at the funny moments and exchanging quiet comments. The warmth of her beside him and the cozy movie night felt like a perfect way to unwind.

As the movie played, Travis noticed Yumi snuggling a bit closer, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. He could feel her warmth against him, the subtle scent of her shampoo filling the air between them. Every so often, she'd laugh softly at a funny scene, her breath tickling his neck, and he couldn't help but glance down at her, noticing the way her smile lit up her face in the dim light of the room.

After a while, Yumi looked up at him, catching him looking. Their eyes met, and neither of them looked away. Slowly, she reached up, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. "You really are sweet, keeping a promise like this, i know you're probably tired from school and everything " she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Travis smirked. "Well, I aim to please." He could feel his pulse quicken as she leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart.

Yumi's gaze drifted down to his lips, and with a slight smile, she tilted her head, closing the small distance between them. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, slow and warm. Her hand rested gently on his chest, fingers splaying out as if to steady herself, and he responded, deepening the kiss slightly as his arm found its way around her waist.

The movie faded into the background as they melted into each other, their lips moving in a gentle rhythm that gradually grew more passionate. Yumi's hand traveled up to his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, and Travis pulled her closer, savoring the soft warmth of her against him.

After a few breathless moments, she pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright. She looked at him with a shy smile. "You know, I could get used to this."

Travis chuckled, brushing a thumb over her cheek. "Good, 'cause I'm not going anywhere."

They stayed close, her head resting against his chest as they watched the rest of the movie, sharing quiet moments and whispered jokes, both secretly wondering when they'd get to steal another kiss like that.

[ 2 Hours later ]

Travis had passed out, sleeping right beside Yumi who was still awake. She was thinking long and hard about her relationship with Travis. Which was a mystery to her.

The silence in the room enveloped Yumi like a thick blanket, broken only by the relentless ticking of the watch on the wall. Her mind wandered aimlessly, drifting from one fleeting thought to the next, until finally, she surrendered to the intoxicating allure of her deepest desires.

"I don't know why. But I'm really aroused right now?" Yumi's thoughts echoed in the cavernous expanse of her mind as she reclined on the couch, her body thrumming with anticipation. With a deliberate motion, she lowered her pants, allowing them to slip down her legs, the cool fabric pooling around her ankles as she settled into a more comfortable position.

Glancing furtively at Travis, Yumi felt a surge of heat flood her senses, igniting a primal longing deep within her core. Drawing in a deep breath, she steeled herself for what she was about to do, her heart pounding in her chest with nervous excitement. After a moment of contemplation, she extended her arm, her fingers curling around the hem of Travis's shirt as she pulled it upward, revealing his sculpted torso in all its glory.

The sight before her was breathtaking, sending a flush of warmth to Yumi's cheeks as she marveled at the sight. Her pulse quickened, her body responding eagerly to the tantalizing display before her. With trembling fingers, she allowed her hand to wander lower, her fingertips grazing the fabric of her panties as she explored the contours of her desire.

TO BE CONTINUED

[ A/N: I write these scenes for my female audience, and dudes who be goon masters. ]