Shotgirl Summer My Ass!

This story was inspired by an interview that appeared on National Public Radio’s This American Life where the interviewer was talking to young singles to get their impressions of the idea of the summer of 2021 being Shotgirl Summer, and whether they were taking part.

This is also my entry into the 2021 Summer Lovin’ contest. If you like it, please vote! And if you really like it, click on my author link and read some other stories I’ve published.

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The pandemic took a toll on my love life. For the last couple years, I thought I’d found the guy that I was going to marry. Ross was tall, handsome, fun loving, had a great sense of humor, and given that he seemed madly in love with me, clearly had good taste in women. He was also amazing in bed.

Neither of us were all that concerned about COVID. We both knew a few people at school who had caught it, and the worst thing they had to deal with was the quarantine and maybe a bit of a head cold. But then I got unlucky. I caught it right before winter break, and couldn’t go home to be with my family. I told Ross that he needed to get tested, but he refused. “I’d rather not know. They’ll just tell me that I can’t go home either!” He never had any symptoms, but his mom got sick during winter break, and was one of the unlucky people who got a long case of it. Her sense of smell still hasn’t recovered as far as I know.

This put a strain on our relationship, to say the least. If Ross felt guilty about possibly being responsible for his mom’s trouble, he would never admit it. “We don’t know that she caught it from me! We don’t even know that I had it!” But unconsciously I think he was feeling guilty and was coping with it by blaming me. I don’t know. That might be armchair psychoanalysis, but I do know that something changed between us last semester around the time it became clear that his mom was in it for the long haul. We started arguing about stupid little things that never bothered us before, and having big arguments over things that we’d always been able to deal with. After one big blowup right before midterms, he dumped me.

I was heartbroken, and a complete mess emotionally for weeks. It’s amazing that I passed all my classes, to be honest. Three months later I can still feel the sadness rise up in me when I think about it. The beautiful life I’d envisioned will have to happen some other way, with some other guy. And even if I was up for it psychologically, this would be a terrible time to find whoever he is. I’m on track to graduate in December, and then who knows where I’ll be? It almost certainly won’t be in the city where I’m getting my bachelor’s degree. I’m a psych major, and I’m looking at graduate programs in a bunch of places, but not here.

My friends, and particularly my housemate Mandy have been there for me, trying to help me get past this rough, rough patch in my life. Some have tried to lighten the mood by making jokes like, “Rachel, seriously, you’re better off. Did you want to be hearing Friends jokes for the rest of your life?” Honestly, I never minded being part of Ross and Rachel. In fact, I thought it was cute, so that didn’t help much. But they also listened when I needed someone to listen, tried to distract me when I needed distractions, gave advice when I asked for it, and slowly I started to feel a little better. But still not great. Not by a long shot.

Toward the beginning of June, a little less than three months after the breakup, Mandy announced that it was time for us to shake off our troubles, go out and get drunk. “In fact,” she continued, “I think you need to get laid.”

“Seriously? When have you ever known me to pick up a guy in a bar and go home with him? I fooled around with some guys in high school, but you know that I’ve only ever fucked two guys, and both of them were my boyfriends at the time! Some advice you’ve got there.”

“Don’t be so quick to blow me off. You’ve been laser focused on what you lost for weeks now. You need to look at it as an opportunity! You have a chance now to try on different versions of yourself, and have some fun in the process. If you don’t start having some casual sex, when are you going to get laid again? Grad school? That’s over a year from now! And think about it, when are you ever going to be young and foolish enough to have some adventures? There are a lot of guys out there, and they all have different personalities, skills, kinks, and cock sizes. If I were you, I’d want to sample a few! And it’s not like it will be difficult for you, you gorgeous little bitch! Long raven hair, slim athletic body, big blue eyes, with cute round tits above and a cute round ass below? You look like a river nymph from Greek mythology! You’d have your pick of the litter if you’d put on some makeup and a smile!”

I rolled my eyes and said, “I’ll go out bar hopping with you, but I seriously doubt I’m going to bring a man home with me.”

“Your loss. That sure as hell is my plan for the night!”

Sure enough, we went out and Mandy turned up the charm. And what she said about how it would be easy for me was certainly true about her. If I was a nymph, she was an Amazon goddess. Long, wavy blonde hair, 5′ 10” tall, so about four inches taller than me, and built solid. She has something like a 38D bra and hips and ass to match with a waist that’s a few inches narrower in between. She attracted attention wherever we went.

We flirted with some guys, and found a few who bought us drinks, including a couple of good-looking ones who had the good fortune to have our attention toward the end of the evening. Well, one of them had good fortune. By the end of the evening, Mandy and I were walking home with Rob on her arm. But I felt no spark at all with Steve.

I think Mandy was intentionally being loud enough for me to hear when she orgasmed in her room down the hall after we got home. And her little plan worked. Laying there in the dark listening to her moaning and crying out in ecstasy, I started to think, what the hell? Why am I all alone with my vibrator when I could be having fun like that? And what am I worried about, that I’ll get a ‘reputation’? This isn’t the fucking 1950s! And even if I did, so what? I’m blowing out of this town by the end of the year.

It was the following weekend when Mandy, being the persistent type, asked me if I’d ever heard the term “Shotgirl Summer.” According to what she’d been hearing, lots of girls were so tired of being cooped up alone in their apartments during the pandemic that once they got their vaccines, they were ready to PAR-TAY! She’d even been hearing rumors about panties showing up in the lost in found at bars! “We need to do this, Rachel! You in particular NEED to do this!”

I surprised her when I said, “You know what? Fuck it. I’m in!”

Mandy’s whole face lit up and she squealed, “EEEEEEEEYESSS! Oh, this is going to be fucking awesome! I’m making an appointment for bikini waxes for both of us, my treat! You go get a couple hundred condoms!”

I laughed out loud at that. “A couple hundred might be ambitious, but sure, I’ll stock up. And if we run out, I’ll get more. I’ve never had a bikini wax before, but if I’m going to be a whole new version of myself, then sure, why not?”

And as it turns out, it seemed like there might be something to this shotgirl summer thing. Waxing appointments were booked for days. Mandy had never had this much trouble finding an available time. It seemed like a lot of girls were getting ready to show off parts that they hadn’t shown anyone in a long while.

Over the course of the week, I asked questions about picking up guys, since Mandy had a talent for it, and I knew nothing. “It’s easy”, she said. “Some guy will try a lame pickup line, and instead of blowing him off, you start to flirt back. Ask him some trivial stuff about himself. Let him buy you a drink. If you feel any kind of connection at all, tell him you think he’s really cute, or find something that you like about him. Tell him he’s on the verge of getting really lucky if he plays his cards right. Then ask him what he’d do to you if you were both alone in your bedroom. If he’s smart, he’ll mention making sure that you cum. If he’s really smart, he’ll mention making you cum first! Then lay down some ground rules, the chief one being that a condom is mandatory. Then lean into his ear, slowly breathe a hot breath into it and say, “Let’s get out of here”.

“Sounds simple enough. But I might need more than one drink.”

“Then tell him so. But be careful. You don’t want to be so drunk that you can’t regain control of the situation if things aren’t going the way you want.”

“Right, absolutely.”

That Friday night, we got dressed up in our sexiest outfits. Mandy had skin tight jeans, and clearly was wearing a thong bikini, or maybe no underwear at all. There sure wasn’t any panty line. It would have shown if there was. We both had low cut blouses, but I opted for a thong and a black leather miniskirt. We put condoms in our purses and fuck me pumps on our feet, and took a look in the mirror by the door.

“Damn, girl,” I said. “I’m straight as an arrow and even I can tell you look hot. With those amber eyes and all those gorgeous long curls? And your body?” I touched her forearm with my fingertip and made a sharp hissing sound as I pulled it back like I’d been burned. Mandy laughed and said, “Right back at you Rache. I’m so glad to see you finally ready to have a good time!” She straightened her arm like a sword, tapped me on both shoulders and proclaimed, “For the rest of the night, you are no longer merely Rachel Brown. I dub thee, ‘Shotgirl!'”

We got to one of our favorite bars and started scoping the place out. “You see anyone you like?” Mandy asked. There were a few groups hanging out together, but guys and girls together. Not much opportunity there. Then I noticed a couple of guys walk in. One of them taller than the other, but both cute. I pointed them out and said, “How about them”?

“Ooooh, there is definitely some possibility there! Which one do you like?”

“Like? I haven’t met them yet.”

“Noooo, no, no, no, no. Let me rephrase. Which one do you want, shotgirl?”

“Oh, right. The tall one is really cute.”

“Right. Tall dark and handsome is your type. That’s fine. His blonde friend is gorgeous! Hold on a sec. I’ll be your wingman for the evening.”

She walked over to them, said something, pointed over to me, brought them over and introduced them. “Rachel, this is Dave”, pointing to the one who caught my eye, “and this is Mike”, pointing to his friend.

“Nice to meet you,” I said with the brightest smile I could manage.

“Likewise,” Dave said, in a deep voice that sent a shiver down my spine. “Which shot did you get?”

“I’m a Moderna girl, you?”

“Same!”

“It must be a sign from the fates that we met!” I said and giggled. “Buy me a drink?”

We got drinks, and soon enough Mandy and I were back-to-back talking to our respective guys. The bar was loud with all the music and conversation. Having lot of people around trying to talk to each other at the same time always gives a bit of privacy, oddly enough.

Small talk time. “What year are you in? What’s your major?” I asked.

“Junior year, engineering! You?”

“Senior, but I’m graduating next semester in psychology!”

We talked for a while, and he was charming. And that deep baritone voice? I could listen to that all night! After chatting for a while, I asked, “Want to dance?”

“Sure!”

As we danced, I started to move in for the kill, touching him, breathing in his pheromones, getting close to him.

“Lord have mercy, you are a beautiful man! Play your cards right, and I think you’re going to get really lucky tonight! Buy me another drink?”

You should have seen his face light up. It was quite a beautiful big dumb grin!

“Hell yes!”

We went back to the bar, got a couple more drinks, and I asked him if he’d heard of shotgirl summer.

“Absolutely!”

“Great! Here’s the deal. If I’m going to be your shotgirl tonight, I need two things. One, you’ve got to make me cum first. Two, when you sink your rock-hard cock balls deep into my tight, hot pussy, you have to wear a condom. Whatever happens between those two things is totally up to you. I will seriously consider any request. So, how would you make me cum?

His jaw was starting to hang a bit as I said that. Rather than let him look stupid and stunned, I played with him some more.

“Dude, why are you looking at my face? I just told you there’s a real good chance I’m going to fuck you tonight! You should be taking a good hard look at my tits and ass right now while you think about my question!”

He laughed and said, “Gladly!” As he looked at my tits, I arched by back so that they would stick out. I was starting to get horny, and I could tell that my nips were getting hard and sticking out into my blouse. Then as his eyes moved down to my ass, I did a little twirl for him.

“So, how are you going to make me cum?” I repeated.

“Well, first I’m going to pull that blouse off, pull your bra straps down, and get those beautiful nipples in my mouth, rolling my tongue around them!”

“You mean these?” And I put my arms around him and pressed my body up against his.

“Yes, exactly! And may I say, they are beautiful! I can’t wait to see them without all the clothes!”

“What next?”

“I’ll pull that skirt up, pull your panties down and start running my finger up and down your pussy, but focusing mainly on your clit!”

I grabbed his hand, put it between the two of us and guided it under the waistband of my skirt.

“You mean this?” I asked?

He responded “Fuck yes!!” as he ran his finger between my silky-smooth pussy lips. I felt a jolt of electricity when he passed over my clit.

“As you can tell, you’re getting me wet already, but that’s not likely to make me cum!”

“Well, then, I’ll just have to stop sucking your tits, kiss you down your stomach and stop when I get to your clit. Then I won’t stop attacking it with my tongue until you explode!”

“And you’re okay with the condom?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Sold! Let’s go back to my place!”

“Fuck YEAH!”

I turned to Mandy and said, “You’re right, that was easy!” See you in the morning!”

The smile on her face got even brighter, and she said, “You go girl!”

As we were walking back to my place, I thought about what Mandy had said about different guys having different kinks, and how I should be sampling them. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe I was getting into this “Not just Rachel, but Shotgirl!” thing. In any case I said, “So, Dave, we talked about what I wanted, but what do you want? If you make me cum as hard as I think you will, I want to repay the favor by being your fantasy girl tonight. I’ll seriously consider just about anything. Do you want me to be a shy virgin? Or maybe I deserve a spanking? I’m certainly being naughty. Or a porn star, video included?

“Holy fuck, are you serious?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I’ve got to play the lottery in the morning! I’ve never been this lucky in my life! I’d love a video! You don’t even have to act like a porn star. I just want a souvenir of one of the greatest nights of my life!”

“Hmm. Okay. But my face can’t show on it at all. We’ll use my phone, and I’ll get the chance to review it before I send it to you. Deal?”

“How are we going to keep your face from showing?”

“Umm, how about I strip off these stockings and put them on over my head down below my nose and ears? That will leave my mouth available for whatever you want me to do with it.”

He smiled widely as he considered the possibilities I was implying, and said, “Perfect”.

We got to my place, went up to my room and I closed the door. “Come here”, I said as I walked toward him. I reached up, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into a French kiss, probing my tongue deep into his mouth, and accepting his down mine. Then I lifted my arms up and said, “A little help here?”

“What about the video?”

“Oh, yeah! Hold on.” I pulled out my phone, propped it up on my dresser facing the bed, peeled off my stockings and put them on over the top of my face, twirling the rest of the legs around my neck. I set the camera to selfie and started the video.

Then when I lifted up my arms again, Dave pulled my blouse off, got down on his knees, pulled my bra straps down and pulled my left nipple into his mouth, while grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling me closer. Holy fuck did that feel good! It had been WAY too long since I had that rush of tingling energy run through my body!

“You are getting me so fucking wet! But the wetter my pussy gets, the more it needs attention!”

Dave surprised me a bit with his next move. As he stood up, he lowered one hand to behind my knees and swept me off my feet before carrying me to the bed a few feet away. As soon as he laid me down, he lifted my skirt, pulled my soaking wet thong off and started fingering my pussy while he sucked my tits, running up and down my labia, alternating between stimulating my clit and finger fucking me, first with one finger, then with two. I’m sure I was moaning loud enough for Mandy to hear, assuming she was home.

I thoroughly enjoyed this for a while, and was breathing very heavily when I said, “That feels fantastic, but you still aren’t making me cum!”

Without another word, he started kissing down my firm, flat belly, down to my baby smooth pussy lips, and went for my clit hard. I mean relentlessly. My moans turned into cries of “Yes! Yes! Yes! YES”, and then a long “Ohhhhhh FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!” as the waves of pleasure rolled one on top of the other, faster and faster until everything from my ribs to my knees clenched up as my pussy started to spasm uncontrollably. It took me a minute or two to come down, and slow my breathing enough to say, “Jesus Christ, that was fucking amazing! Here, let me return the favor!”

Then he surprised me, saying, “Ummm, not just yet. Can we lay here together for a few minutes?”

What the hell?

“Uh, sure”.

“Cool”. And he crawled up and laid next to me, still with his clothes on. “Hey, I told you that you didn’t have to go all porn star on me”.

“I wasn’t! I swear, that was all real! It’s been a while since I got laid. Maybe I was pent up. Or maybe you’re really that good. I can’t recall cumming that hard for a long, long time!” Should be good for the video, huh?

He smiled, and said, “Yeah, for sure.”

“Speaking of which, the camera’s still rolling. Can I see what you’ve got under those clothes?”

“I guess, but I’m not really ready to finish the deal. If I take off my clothes, can we lay here and see if my mood changes?”

Fuck, seriously? “Umm, sure.”

He took off his t-shirt, and I helped him with his jeans and boxers. And his cock just hung there.

“I don’t understand. Aren’t you attracted to me?”

“Honestly, I don’t understand it either. It’s not you, I promise! You’re incredibly hot! This never happens to me!”

That’s what they all say, I bet. We laid there for a bit, but without much to talk about, and without much to do, eventually he got up, got dressed and left.

“Hey, you didn’t give me your number. Don’t you want the video?”

“Nah, keep it.” And then he left without looking back.

Fuck. What an incredibly disappointing ending to a really great night! I thought about riding my dildo, but I’d already cum, and cum hard. So, I went to the bathroom, heard Mandy’s bedsprings bouncing on the way back to my room, got back in bed and went to sleep.

In the morning I told Mandy about my night.

“That is so weird! I’ve had the same thing happen a couple of times since the bars opened back up. Just last week, in fact, when we got back from the bars and I took that guy Rob to bed. At least we got some world class orgasms out of the deal, right? I know you did for sure! Were you trying to play porn star for that guy?”

I laughed and said, “He asked the same thing. No, that was all real. I think your advice to go out and have fun might actually have been spot on. I clearly needed the release!”

She smiled, lifted her orange juice, and said “Cheers to that! Want to try again tonight?”

“Sure, what the hell? I still need to get laid!”

That night we switched outfits, sort of. I don’t mean we actually wore each other’s clothes, since we were clearly different sizes from top to bottom, but I wore the tight jeans and Mandy had on the skirt. We wore deep cleavage blouses again, and with our pumps on, we were ready to go.

We went to a different bar in order to change our luck. We flirted a bit with a few guys, but nothing sparked. We’d actually stopped looking for a bit and were talking to each other when someone leaned over my shoulder and asked, “So, which shot did you get?” Apparently, that’s the pickup line of the summer, and right in line with the script, according to Mandy. Whatever. It hardly mattered what he said, I was still going to strike up a conversation.

“Moderna, you?”

“Pfizer.”

“Well, let me get a look at you.” I looked him over. Not quite as tall as Dave, but solid arms, broad shoulders, cute curly red hair and a nice smile. “Are you here alone?”

“No, I’ve got a buddy who’s parking the car. In fact, there he is. Hey, Paul!” he yelled as he waved his friend over.

“Paul, this is, um . . .”

“Rachel,” I said. “And this is my friend, Mandy”.

“Hi!” Mandy said with a bright smile.

“And you are?” I asked my new red headed friend.

“Oh, I’m Sean!”

“Well, Sean, it’s a good thing you’re so cute! But a Pfizer guy? I don’t know. I might be able to forgive that bit of poor judgment on your part if you and your friend buy me and my friend a drink.”

“Your forgiveness is quickly becoming the most important thing in the world to me! Bartender!”

Small talk time. Sean was a biochem major, but he just graduated. The lease on his apartment is good through July, so he’s staying there while he job hunts and does landscaping work on weekends and a few days a week. If he doesn’t have a job by August, he’ll move back in with his parents, who live in another part of town. He charmed me and made me laugh. He seemed like a really nice guy. We danced. I told him that if he played his cards right, he was going to get lucky tonight.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“Damn right! What are you going to do about it?”

“I might just have to put you over my knee and give you a few good hard smacks!”

Well, I guess I know what his kink is!

I grabbed his hand and put it on my ass. The jeans were so tight, he could feel exactly how well toned it is. “You want to smack this ass? Not so fast buster. I need to know that two things are going to happen before I take the punishment I probably deserve. First, you have to make me cum. Next, I need to know that before you sink your rock-hard cock into my tight, hot pussy, that you’ll have a condom on. That’s how you play your cards right with this shotgirl! Deal?”

“A thousand times yes!” he responded gleefully.

“So, how are you going to make me cum?” I asked as I ran my hands over his well-toned arms, shoulders and back.

“First I’ll have to strip you completely naked.”

“Sounds good, go on!”

“Then I’d push you onto the bed and kneel down with my head between your legs. I’d start by thrusting my tongue in your pussy, and then fuck you with it for a bit.” He showed me his long index and middle fingers straight and pressed together. “Then I’d replace it with these two fingers as I licked up and down between your lips. What does your bush look like?”

“I’m as smooth as the day I was born,” I said with a devilish grin.

“Oh, you naughty, naughty girl! You were planning this bad behavior even before you got drunk!”

“Damned right I was! It’s shotgirl summer! But finger fucking me isn’t going to make me cum. What else do you have in mind?”

“Oh, I wasn’t going to stop there! Since there’s no hair involved, I’ll be able to lick and suck your pussy inside and out. I’ll go up and down your lips, occasionally teasing your clit for a while. This will heighten the sensation when I go to work on it full bore. Then I won’t stop until I’m sure you are completely satisfied!”

“Holy fuck, what are we still doing here? My place is only three blocks away!”

As we walked back to my place, I started to have some reservations about the spanking. “So, I know I’m a naughty girl, and I deserve a good spanking. But you’re a very big, strong man, and I’m a little afraid you might really hurt me. Only a little, because you seem like a nice guy, but if it gets to be too much, I’m going to say “Time out.” If I do, you have to stop immediately. Deal?”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely. No punishment for naughty behavior should ever result in injury! If you didn’t suggest a safe word, I was going to.”

“Well, then, let’s go see how naughty I can be!”

We got to my place, went up to my room and closed the door. I went over to him and said, “Let me see that gorgeous upper body of yours. Feeling your solid arms, your shoulders and your back is turning me on!”

“With pleasure, naughty girl!” He took off his polo shirt and did not disappoint! Just . . . beautiful!

“Now you,” he said.

“With pleasure, sir!” I took off my blouse, undid my bra, and dropped them both on the floor.

“And now the jeans,” he said. I want to see what I’ll be dining on.

“Yes, sir!”. The jeans were so tight, I had to try a couple times to get the button, but eventually I got it undone, slowly pulled down the zipper as I looked him straight in the eye. Then I licked my lips as I held his gaze while peeling the jeans off inch by inch. I assume that his heart was starting to race just like mine was.

“And the panties?”

“No, sir.”

“No? Did you just tell me no? That’s going to earn you extra strokes when you’re over my knee”.

“Yes, sir, but I still want you to unwrap your present the rest of the way.” I sat on the edge of my bed and tried to look at him as much like a petulant stubborn schoolgirl as I could. He grinned, kneeled down in front of me and tugged at my panties. I lifted my butt up a bit and they came right off. Then he went to work. He lifted my ass again and tugged me forward more toward the edge of the bed, and lifted my legs up so that he had a good angle on my hole. When he thrust his tongue in me, I was surprised how deep it went. He has a long tongue and knows how to use it! I laid back with a huge smile on my face as I felt him violate my pussy over and over. After a couple minutes he switched to his fingers, which of course could go deeper than his tongue. Damn, this felt good! I couldn’t wait to feel his cock thrusting up there! As he worked his fingers in and out, over and over, he put his tongue to good use, just as promised. I could hardly produce pussy juice fast enough to keep up with the way he was cleaning me from top to bottom! And when he started to tease my clit, oh holy fuck! Little jolts of pleasure every time his tongue pressed into it or passed over it! The pleasure jolts radiated out around my torso, and as he picked up the intensity, they became waves that got stronger and radiated further. I have no idea how loud my moans of pleasure were, but they were certainly loud enough to encourage him further. Before long, I felt the orgasm coming on, with thighs and stomach and then the rest of my body tightening up as my pussy started to clench and unclench around his fingers, which never stopped thrusting until I collapsed.

“Fuck, Sean, that was amazing”!

“Language, Rachel! You are really asking for it, aren’t you?”

Oh, yeah. The spanking. You know what, I was so turned on that I just rolled with it. And it would be worth it once I got his hard cock as a reward!

“Yes, sir,” I said, trying to sound as sheepish and contrite as I could.

He got up, went over to my desk chair, sat down and patted his knee.

“I think you know the position, don’t you?”

“I think so, sir,” I said as I kneeled down next to him, and laid across his lap. I expected to feel his hard on through his jeans, but no such luck.

“Um, Sean, are you really into this?”

“Yes, absolutely! And call me sir!” he said as he gave my ass a few good hard smacks.

“Ow! Yes sir! But sir, I really want you to fuck me hard when you’re done spanking me, and I’m not detecting anything in your lap that suggests you’re ready.”

“Quiet!” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

I put up with this for another 30 seconds or so. My ass was getting sore and his cock was not getting any harder. Finally, I said, “All right that’s enough. Time out!”.

“Shit, did I hurt you?”

“Not too bad, no, but I’m not letting you do this for my benefit. It’s supposed to be for yours! If this isn’t turning you on, I’m not really into it. Remember, there were two things that I wanted. The orgasm was amazing, but I also want you thrusting a condom into me until you’re balls deep.”

“Fuck. Okay. I thought if I had you over my knee and was turning your ass pink it would get me going. The thought of doing that has gotten me hard a thousand times, and watching videos of it a thousand more. I don’t understand this!”

Jesus fucking Christ, again? Shotgirl summer my ass! I’m beginning to wonder if any girls are picking up guys out there and actually getting fucked!

“It’s okay, Sean, really. Is there anything I can do that might get you going? I’d really like to make you cum as hard as you made me! It seems only fair, and I know I’d enjoy the process!”

“I don’t know. I’m kind of sweaty from dancing and the humidity outside. And from the temperature in here, which we certainly had turned up a couple minutes ago. Maybe we could shower together?

“You’re on. Put your shirt back on while I grab my robe, then follow me.”

I led him to the bathroom, shut the door behind us, turned on the water to the right place on the dial so that it would be warm, but not too hot, and then turned to face him. “All right, buddy. We’ve got to get you naked.” I helped him lift off his shirt, and crouched down so that I could unbutton his jeans, and pull them and his boxer briefs off. What I unveiled was beautiful. Long with a pink head. If I could get it hard, he would no doubt ravage me with it. I breathed heavily on it, and sucked the head into my mouth. No response. Shit.

We showered, but nothing I did got him hard. Just clean. This kind of thing could give a girl a complex!

As we were toweling off and getting dressed, he said, “I’m really sorry! I don’t understand this! I’m ready a few dozen times a week, even when I don’t want to be. I can’t believe that I wasn’t able to be ready for a smoking hot, fun girl like you!”

“It’s okay, Sean. Believe it or not, this kind of thing seems to be going around. It’s happened both to me and Mandy recently. I don’t know, maybe it’s coming out of the pandemic. You seem like a really nice guy, and I’d guess that there’s a depth of emotion to you. Maybe what we’ve all been through over the last 15 months has messed with your head in ways that you never even imagined.”

He chuckled, and said, “Well, you did say you were a psych major, didn’t you?”

I smiled back and said, “Yeah, and there I go again with the amateur psychoanalysis. Okay, look. I want to give you another chance. Maybe even a couple more chances. I like you, and I really want to see what that cock can do when it’s ready to come out and play. But my life is not, I repeat NOT in a place where I can handle any romantic entanglements right now. So, I’d like to ask, will you be my fuck buddy?”

“Wow. You did say I was going to get lucky tonight. I had no idea. Yes, absolutely. But fuck buddy? I’m not sure exactly what that means. Can we say casually dating instead? That way it won’t be weird when I ask you out for dinner, a movie, dancing, whatever. If we’re really lucky, maybe it will be a classic summer romance!”

I thought about it for a brief moment and said, “Casually dating. Sure.”

By this time, he was dressed and I had my robe on. I walked him to the door, gave him my number, and he texted me so that I’d have his. I gave him a hug, kissed him on the cheek, and asked, “When do you want to take me out, sailor?”

“How about a matinee tomorrow? I bet the theaters would love to see some business!”

“Throw in lunch and you’ve got a deal. Text me the details tomorrow morning. Make it an early matinee. Maybe we can go back to your place tomorrow afternoon.

“Deal.”

In the morning I found out that Mandy had the same problem with Paul last night. She felt a little better to know that it wasn’t just her. But when I told her I was seeing Sean again she was surprised.

“You know, that’s not how this shotgirl summer thing is supposed to work, right?”

“Yeah, I know. But I also know that I went to bed feeling happy, and slept really well last night, And it wasn’t just because of the amazing orgasm. I definitely needed the sex I’ve been getting this weekend, but making a connection with Sean felt so much more like me than this whole shotgirl slut act that I’ve been trying out, you know? I just don’t think that’s how I roll. And it doesn’t seem to be what guys want, at least based on the limited sample we’ve tested. Sean described what he has in mind as casually dating. I’m going to see how that works. It might be a good middle ground between sampling a new guy every night and only screwing a guy I intend to marry.”

“Whatever works, Rache. I’m just glad to see you in a better mood than you’ve been in for the last few months.”

“I am, aren’t I?” I said, and smiled.

Sean texted me that he’d be by a little before noon to pick me up. Lunch would be at the sandwich place right across from the theater on campus. We’d have our choice of movies that would start in the one o’clock hour. “Sounds great, see you then”, I texted back.

At around 11:15 I put on modest makeup and picked out an outfit. I had an idea that might get Sean going. I picked a fully supportive bra, a long sleeve, high collared blouse, and a skirt that was below the knee and pleated. Pretty much the opposite of the outfits I wore to the bars the last couple nights.

Perceptive guy that he is, he picked up on the difference right away. “Well, that’s a different look. You look great, of course. You’d look great in a giant plastic trash bag, but this isn’t what I expected.”

“I have my reasons. If you’re patient, I’ll clue you in later,” I responded, trying to sound mysterious.

“Okay, cool. You ready to go?”

“Yes, sir!” I said with a grin.

Over lunch we got to know each other better. I explained about my heartbreak, and how I was leaving town in a few months, which is why falling in love is just a horrible idea for me at this point in my life. Like me, Sean didn’t know where he was going to be in a few months, since he was job hunting in a number of cities. Unlike me, he had not had any romance during the pandemic, and had been a lot more careful about avoiding contact with anyone outside of a small group. He never turned up positive for COVID once, even with all the testing that the university required. He also hadn’t had sex in well over a year, having had no luck in the time since the bars had opened up until he met me.

“Jesus, really?” I said, trying to comprehend that.

“Yeah, really. So, imagine my shock when, well when I reacted the way I did last night.”

“Sean, forget about last night. Pretend you were blackout drunk and barely remember anything other than a vague recollection that you met this amazing girl who gave you her number. I’m serious. Total fresh start, got it?”

“I’ll try.”

In my best Yoda voice I said, “Try? Try not. There is only do. Or do not. There is no try.” In my normal voice I said, “At least don’t bring it up again. We’re going to show each other a good time today. That’s all you need to focus on.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ma’am, huh? Very sexy. Well, at least you aren’t referring to me as “Sister Mary Rachel!”

He nearly did a spit take at that, and we both burst out laughing.

On our way to the theater after lunch, I said, “You know, if you’ve literally fucked nobody in ages, I think I’d be willing to forego the condom. You know, whenever you’re ready. I hope a hot, tight, wet pussy sounds even better than merely a hot, tight pussy.”

“Oh, good Lord, I think my heart just skipped a beat.”

“As it should have!”

When we got to the theater, we had a choice between a rom-com, a kids animated movie and a suspense/horror movie. I asked for the suspense movie. I know from my biopsych class last semester that adrenaline lingers in the body after it’s released, just waiting for some clue as to which emotion it’s supposed to enhance. Perfect for what I had in mind for later in the afternoon.

When we got out of the theater, I wrapped my arms around him and said, “Sean, sweetie, I’m so happy we have an afternoon off from school! I love St. Ann’s but I love having a half day off on Friday even more!

He looked at me like I was nuts, so I whispered in his ear, “Play along, dummy!”

He looked at me again, took in the Catholic schoolgirl outfit once more and started to put together what I was doing. I doubt he knew exactly why I was doing it, but smart boy that he is, he nodded.

I continued. “And so soon after my 18^th birthday, too. It’s like the world is giving me a present! And I’ve got a naughty little secret for you if you’re a good boy!”

“Aren’t I always a good boy?” he protested innocently.

“Well . . . not ALWAYS. But that’s one of the things I love about you! Let’s go somewhere where we can fool around!”

“Sure, your place or mine?”

“Are you NUTS?! With all our little brothers and sisters around? And either your mom or mine demanding that we keep the door open a crack if we’re in there together? Noo, no, no, no, no. Next year when we’re in college this will be a lot easier, but for now we still have to play by the rules. Isn’t there somewhere secluded that we can park?”

He thought about it, and said, “Yeah, I think I know just the spot.” We walked back to his car, hopped in, and he drove us to an apartment complex that was being built which he’d been helping landscape last week. No work crews were here on the weekend, so when we drove to the back of the property, we were as alone as we could possibly be.

“Oh, this is perfect! You are being a good boy! Want to know what my surprise is?”

“Absolutely.”

“I went to Planned Parenthood last Monday after school and got on the pill. Since I’m 18 now, I didn’t need parental permission! I know you’ve wanted to lose your virginity, and Lord knows I’ve wanted to lose mine. But if I’d gotten pregnant, I’m not sure who my dad would have killed first, you or me. That’s not a problem anymore!” I said with a grin.

“Oh, Rachel, that is the best news ever! Get in the back seat, now!”

“Yes, sir!”

As soon as we got in the back of the car, I said, “I’m still a little nervous about this. Since we have time, can we take it slow?”

“Sure, sweetie. Come here.”

I leaned into him, and he kissed me. It was tender at first, but with slowly increasing passion. After a few minutes, I pulled away, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, holding eye contact while I did. Once the blouse was off, I slowly pulled first the left bra strap, then the right off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. He couldn’t help but break eye contact with me to watch.

“You like my tits, don’t you Sean?”

“Oh, I definitely do!”

“Tell me what you like about them.”

“Wow, where do I begin? They’re perfectly round, white as snow, except for the bright pink areolas and nipples. They’re the perfect size for your beautiful body. When you get excited, or cold, the nipples pucker up into these beautiful points which are so sensitive that I can get you to moan just by sucking on them and licking them for a few seconds. What’s there not to like?”