Tuesday, July 1, 2014

A midsummer night's dream (nsfw)


Since Fractions is taking me so long, I thought I would repost my very first short story from 4 years ago mean while. It's been slightly edited since then.

(disclaimer: All characters are adults, in case anyone was concerned!)







For as long as I can remember, we have celebrated midsummer on a small picturesque Island in the outer Stockholm archipelago.
The summer house belonged to my mothers best friend, and according to tradition, we always celebrated with her family as well as my aunt and uncle and the kids: Me, my younger brother, -and the son of mom's friend: Tommy, who was two years older than me.   We would have a barbeque with tons of food, the grownups would get drunk and us kids would run around looking for treasures, do some fishing and arrange the midsummer pole with all its flowers. In Sweden the midsummer celebration is almost as important as christmas or easter and just as magical, it's often considered the main happening of the summer.

But this summer was going to be different; we were not kids anymore. I half resisted going out there, thinking I would rather be in town with my friends than with my parents.
-It didn't help that my brother had been able to escape this year; he was off to a football camp.
I hadn't seen Tommy for a year; I knew that he and his dad had been in an car accident last fall and that he had injured his back and spine. I had felt a bit sorry for him but selfishly and honestly;
I had not given it much thought, he was always the happy go lucky one of the two of us. Mom had told me they were both doing well but that Tommy was still using a wheelchair.

We had to take two boats to get to the island and I would stand outside on the deck in the sun, feeling the summer breeze and feeling pretty good about the trip after all. The weather gods seemed to be on our side and the place we were going to was just too beautiful. Our friends house was just by the water on top of a big rounded cliff. There was no beach, but you could walk down the cliff to a bridge and swim from there, and it was perfect for fishing.

When we arrived, Tommy was waiting on the porch, hands in his lap and his long brown hair in a ponytail. He was wearing worn out stonewashed jeans and a white t-shirt, and a dark tan like someone who spent most of his days outdoors.
-My first thought was that his legs looked just fine, but I felt a bit bad for thinking that way.
We all greeted each other and we carried our bags and food inside, the men immediately opening some beers and inspecting the fire for the barbeque. Mom hugged everyone and went off somewhere to gossip. Tommy came over to me once we were alone and said;

“-I see you've put on some weight Angie!”, staring at my breasts that had started to grow the past year.
I smacked him on the chest and we laughed;
“-Since when do you care about how I look?”
“-Since you got those!”, he laughed again and we hugged.
“-How have you been Tommy?”
“-I'm doing fine. Mom said you weren't going to come this year so I wasn't sure if I would either. But actually, dad forced me out here a few weeks ago.”
That would explain the hot tan, I thought to myself. He rolled over the porch pointing out where he and his dad had done some adjustments; the steps had changed into a long ramp, and inside, parts of the floor in the cabin like house had been evened out and some doors widened. You could still smell the scent of the fresh cut boards and paint.

“-When mom told me about your accident I wasn't sure if I should call you or not.”
“-I'm doing fine. It's a big adjustment.”  He patted his chair and continued;
“-But you find your ways. -Plus I haven't had to go to school since the accident.” He grinned:
“-But I guess we will never finish the treehouse now!”
I laughed and reminded him that it probably never was meant to be finished, that it was something kids do.
Not that it was much of a "tree" house. Just in sight of the house, facing the water in a small circular open area surrounded by tall windy trees, there was a shed-like structure that we had built together over the years. It was right on the ground with a wooden floor, but the back wall was built against a great big old pine tree. It only had 3 walls and no door, but we had somehow managed to finish the roof.
From the start it had meant to be the "bathroom" in our treehouse palace but we had only built one room.
We went back outside to our parents who were all busy preparing the midsummer feast.

“-You guys getting acquainted again?” his dad asked and we just smiled. He continued; “-We have fixed the house but there is no way to get down to the water I'm afraid.”
It was only the end of June but it was a warm and enjoyable evening and the sky was clear. The table was set and there was several different kinds of herring, the beautiful fresh potatoes boiled with dill, salmon, smoked whitefish, sauces, salads, and of course the main course; the ribs. All this had to go down with a lot of beer and schnapps: Of course if I had tried any, mom would probably kill me.
We recapped what had happened since last year, like Swedens complete failure on the football field and the economy, and naturally there was a lot of talk about the accident and Tommys recovery. And as usual my uncle George would be drinking a little bit too much.
I got up to take some plates to the kitchen and Tommy went with me. I washed the plates up in the sink and suddenly Tommy burst out saying how much he hated that they were talking about him as if he wasn't even there.
“-The truth is the hospital really sucked and I hated being alone there. Mom seems to think the chair is just temporary and dad wants me to join some basketball team. But sports has never been my thing you know”.
“-I've got us something”, he said and motioned me towards his room. In his trunk he had hidden away a couple of small bottles of schnapps.
“-You're gonna drink that?” I hesitated and he said they weren't going to notice, and sometime had to be the first right?
I knew it wouldn't be the first time he was drunk, but I was supposed to be the good girl.
He asked me to unscrew the top for him, took the bottle and emptied it one go, then shook his head.
“-Like this” he said and laughed again. His laugh was warm and encouraging.
“-If you sip it it's going to be worse, and don't be silly, it's not enough to actually get you drunk!”, he said when I unscrewed the top of the next bottle.
So I emptied it in one go and felt that horrible taste and the alcohol burn through my throat.
“-Oh shit that tasted awful!, why are we doing this again?”
We had one more each and I felt a bit unsteady but it only lasted a few seconds, and then it just felt warm.
And Tommy was right, they didn't notice anything.
Everyone was in a great mood and mom would ask if I had picked all my seven flowers. -According to tradition, you need to pick seven different flowers and jump over seven different fences, then put the flowers under your pillow and dream of the one you would marry. I laughed and said:
“-No mom, that's just a children's tale”. Tommy was sitting next to me,  and he gently took my hand under the table and placed it on my thigh. His skin was soft but his fingers felt strangely stiff. He leaned towards me and asked me if I was good, and I told him:
“-You know what? I am”, and gave him a big smile. A part of me was not surprised and welcomed the feeling of him being next to me. The table was cleared and all the food was replaced by cakes and coffee.
We enjoyed the rich chocolate almond cake and the cream filled cake with red berries, and there was even more alcohol going around the table together with the fresh coffee. After that, the women did the dishes and the men would help arrange the temporary sleeping quarters and had a walk around the premises. Tommy and I was expected to do our own thing and he suggested I'd take an evening dip. I told mom and she said ok, as long Tommy stayed away from the water.

It was still a beautiful evening and the sun wouldn't set for a long time but it was a little bit chilly when I got changed into my black one piece bathing suit. Tommy looked at me appreciatively and smiled, telling me I was really pretty.
I wrapped the towel around me as we went down to the cliff to where it started to get steep, and I dropped the towel in his lap and smiled at him. It had been a great day and Tommy, even though he could be a big tease, had been really sweet.  I walked down to the bridge and turned around to watch him.
His long hair and his tan really made him look good, but I had never thought of Tommy as being attractive before. That was probably because we had known each other for so long and that I had seen him as just a kid.
Then it hit me what had really changed since last year; his accident. I had to chill myself and after dipping my toe in the freezing water, I went in. I dived down in the dark water and it felt very refreshing. I swam around for a bit and called out to Tommy and we laughed. When I got up out of the water and over to him he wrapped the towel around me. He didn't let go but took a corner of the towel and dried my face and my neck, then slowly rubbed it over my breasts to dry me. I knew I should have stopped him, but I felt so flattered and happy and the fact that anyone could see us from the house if they just turned their heads gave me butterflies...

He pulled down one of the straps off my shoulder but I quickly pulled it back up and turned around, saying I had to wash the sea water off and dry my hair. He took one of my wet curls in his hand, playfully pulled it down and said he loved my hair like this.
He pulled me towards him and shyly landed a quick kiss on my cheek. I laughed and hurried up to the house.
I took my time in the shower and then: I had made up my mind. I had fantasized about it, and it was going to happen tonight. -But never in a million lifetimes had I expected it to be with Tommy.
Our parents were still going strong, dancing on the porch, playing guitar and singing folk songs and classics. Mom was becoming sentimental and asked like always,
"-Do you remember when you were little? You used to play here together and you used to set up tents in the back yard right there and play in it with your little brother".
Me and Tommy quickly looked at each other and we had the same idea. Tommy whispered that we should sneak away; to the treehouse!
We could bring a bottle of wine and we could be alone watching the sunset over the sea and talk...
I thought it would be better if I told mom, because they would miss us and we would have to hurry back to not get caught. I was sure I could convince mom and that she wouldn't suspect anything, I knew she would think Tommy was "safe" and it would not be the first time a teenage girl had told her mom a small lie... So I asked if I could stay with Tommy at the treehouse instead?, she had a little frown on her face but I continued:
"-It's just Tommy, we have been friends forever, you know nothing is going to happen, besides, he is in that wheelchair remember?"
But I think she was more disappointed that we didn't want to spend the rest of the evening with them.
She was concerned that we would get cold and that Tommy shouldn't be sleeping on the floor, but he convinced her we would be fine. We were both very very embarrassed when she declared that dad would help us set up in the treehouse and carry our mattresses and stuff over there. Then Tommy gave in, shook his shoulders and said:
"-I guess some things just aren't practical anymore."
I was very disappointed that we would not have our secret hideout, but that didn't mean we couldn't be alone. We brought our bags over, the ground was rough and Tommy struggled to not get stuck on the roots and high grass but it only took him a little longer. Me and dad put layers of carpets on the floor to avoid us getting splinters and to keep the heat, he also hung a thick blanket as a door. Tommy watched us from his chair looking amused and excited. The mattresses were not so thick or heavy, they were typically holiday home or camping mattresses so dad easily carried them over but they could barely fit in the narrow treehouse and completely covered the floor. We had plenty of blankets, thick duvets and pillows and it was starting to look really nice, but we also had our sleeping bags since it would get damp during the night. We put two lanterns up on a shelf to give us some light. Mom brought boxes of leftover snacks and asked us again if we were sure we didn't want to stay inside and watch tv instead? Dad took her by the arm and joked saying they had to leave the kids alone now, and he turned around and waved at us.
Tommy said it wasn't so bad, was it?, and that my parents were pretty cool. I watched him roll up, and he placed his hands under his legs to lift his feet over one by one, and then he skipped to the edge of his chair and quickly slid down on the floor. This was the first time I saw that he could not support himself on his legs at all. He lifted the chair in and put it in the corner of the treehouse and then took his shoes off. He folded his legs in and sat closer to me, he smiled and put his arm around my back.
He pulled me a little closer yet and asked;
"-Are you ok? -Or you don't feel comfortable seeing my legs?"
"-It makes me a little sad" I confessed.
" -It's not really fair that it should happen to you is it?"
He said;
“-Well..”', paused and turned around to look at me.
“-No... But you know my dad, you know neither he or mom would handle it as well if it had been him, right?  And the other driver, she had two little girls. They all came and visited at the hospital.”
He let me think about it for a while and said:
“-If you have any questions about it just ask”.
I placed my hand on his ankle just above his foot. His skin was a little cold.
“-Can you feel this at all?”
“'-No, I can't feel anything from my waist down. It kind of slowly gets numb and then I can't feel anything.”
“-Does it hurt?”
“-Sometimes; not much.”' he smiled.
I wasn't fully convinced but let it be.
“-And this injury, it's permanent?”
“-Yeah, probably, I mean: -Yes.”
“-Your mom seemed pretty hopeful about the physical therapy?”, I continued.
“-I think she needs to hope for it. I regained most of the movement in my hands but that's it. And she thinks I'm miserable cos I haven't been out much since I got back home.”
“-It's been nearly a year hasn't it?”
“-About 10 months 2 weeks and 2 days.” He laughed again, lifted and stretched his legs out and lied down on the mattress, looking up at the ceiling. He pulled me down on the mattress next him and he said I should probably put some warmer clothes on for the evening.
If I had any plans about my clothes though, -it was to take them off. His hand was on my thigh stroking it and playing with my thin white summer dress.
“-So what are you going to do now?” I asked.
“-I'll probably go back to school in august. But I'll have to repeat a full year, which is kind of annoying because I only had one year left”, he said and frowned.
He took my hand but couldn't completely fold his fingers around it or squeeze very hard. I squeezed back.
“-This is the first time I'm alone with a girl who isn't a nurse, mom, or a therapist since the accident. -Because you're not going to force me through physical therapy are you? no mischief, yeah?”
“-Who says I don't have mischief in mind?” I bit my lip shyly. He smiled and said
“-Really?” and sounded excited and sincerely surprised.
He kept the hold of my hand, but lifted it and pointed out to the water while continuing;
“-I think I was about 11 when I tried to kiss you the first time, right there on the bridge. I was thinking about that when you were swimming.”
It was slowly getting darker and we could see the lights from the other islands and the last bit of sun reflect in the dark water. It was so beautiful.
I could hear our parents still singing and cheering over at the house, other than that everything was still and peaceful. I giggled:
“-And we all know how that went, smartass.”
“-Yeah, you pushed me in the water and Fred ran off to tell your parents!”
I sat up and asked him if he had brought any wine. I didn't tell him but I thought I would need it to gather enough courage...
He sat up, pulled himself over and got the wine and some glasses out of his trunk together with one of moms snack boxes.
“-I really enjoyed tonight Tommy”.
“-Yeah the food was great wasn't it”, he said and smiled. We had some sips of the wine and he leaned over to kiss me.
“-You don't have to be nervous, -I'm sure you are a good kisser” he said after the shy kiss.
I leaned close to him and rested my head on his shoulder, hugging him.
“-Aren't you nervous? You said it would be your first time since the accident?”
I think Tommy was surprised over my frankness and the invite but he still didn't completely understand what I was getting at.
“-No.” He said still smiling and looked me in the eyes.
“-Because you are wonderful and beautiful and I feel perfectly comfortable with you.
I don't have to act like some tough guy. And if it doesn't work we still had a great evening, OK?”
I nodded and he kissed me again, he put a hand around my neck, removed my hairband,  let my hair loose and continued:
“-Are you worried?, I can't feel it, but I can get hard just fine…” He took a deep breath;
“...-And I probably won't cum but I definitely get aroused…”
He removed a strain of hair from my face but I hid my face in my hands for a few seconds too long. He grabbed my wrists and removed my hands.
”-Angie?”.
“-You know how you said it was your first time after the accident? Well... it's my first time too, for like... ever.” I bit my lip and looked away.
“-Wow wow wow -hold on, you're a virgin?! Are you sure you want to lose your virginity to a paralyzed guy?” He paused, and continued:
“...-You'd have to be on top and it would probably hurt..?” He shook his head.
“-What am I doing... I'm not gonna say no to being with you if you are sure this is what you want..!”
I smiled and said:
“-I'm sure. Like you said, I feel comfortable with you too. I want it to happen tonight and I want it to be with you.”
“-Wow wow wow!” he burst out again. He still seemed a bit shocked and pulled his hands through his hair.
I had some more wine and I got up and tied the blanket at the door shut.
“-I just need to...-Will you excuse me?”
Shyly I watched him in the corner of my eye as he quickly unzipped his pants and took the bag and catheter off and put it in a plastic bag in his trunk. Then he pulled himself back over the mattress and made himself comfortable. I went back inside and piled up some pillows behind his back. He was chasing after me with his hands and said:
“-Come here!”
So I sat down in his lap facing him and we wrapped our arms around each other and made out. We held each other tight and kissed over and over again. He let one of his hands slide down my back and over my leg, and under my dress. He caressed me softly and it felt so great. He put his finger under my white, thigh high stocking and slowly started folding it down.
“-You are so sexy!” he whimpered between our kisses as he struggled to reach to remove the other stocking as well. He lifted my dress up a bit and put his hand on my butt, caressing my silky underwear, squeezing gently. I pushed myself closer to him moaning softly and he whispered;
“-No, no, not so fast.” I leaned back and he put his hands on my breasts and caressed them through the fabric of my dress. With some help he unzipped my dress and pulled it over my head. I felt the cold air on my skin and I shivered, it reminded me that we were still outdoors. I was a little embarrassed about feeling so naked. He took off his t-shirt, displaying his deep tan and slim chest and stomach. He took my bra off and I couldn't wait to feel his hands on me. He was stroking my hair and asked if he could kiss me. I nodded and he asked me to close my eyes; -he was almost too careful when he put his lips to my breast, but I was too nervous and excited to say anything... but when he started sucking on my hardening nipples, my heart nearly stopped! I gasped and again pushed myself closer to him. He caught his breath and laughed. It was his turn to lean back, and I leaned over him and kissed his neck and chest, my long blonde hair flowing over his chest. He tasted fresh, but I was again too shy to kiss his nipples like he had mine. I gently touched his right chest with my hand, then out of curiosity I moved my fingertip quickly repeatedly back and forward over his nipple... His eyes flickered and he said:
“-Shit I didn't know I was that sensitive!” I laughed at him and and whispered in his ear;
“-Revenge!”
He took my hand and placed it on his chest again, then he moved it down slowly, showing me where he could feel and where he lost his sensation. He whispered in my ear;
“-But don't worry about me, tonight is your night, just relax.”
We kissed again for several minutes, until he stopped and said;
“-It's getting too cold, sorry to be a mood killer, but I think we need to get the sleeping bags. - And I need you to help me with my jeans.”
I rolled off him and instead sat on my knees next to him. Even after what we had just done, I blushed and felt it was a very intimate request. He continued;
“-I normally sit on the edge of my bed when I undress but I need you to pull my jeans down this time, ok?” He unbuttoned and loosened his jeans a bit and using his arm strength he pushed himself up off the mattress and I quickly slid his jeans down.
I then moved further down and moved both of his legs up to folded position and slid his jeans all off. I leaned his legs towards me; they were bony and they felt strangely heavy. What I did next surprised me too; I put my arms around his folded legs and hugged them.
I let go after a few seconds and instead stroked his legs up and down.
“-Tommy, you are really cold!”
“-Ah.. Angie, don't get sad again!” he said.
“-Just let me put some extra socks on and lets get into the sleeping bags.”
So I got out the sleeping bags and with the zippers we turned it into one big sleeping bag instead of two separate ones. I knew Tommy hardly needed any help and he grinned at me when I put the sleeping bag at the end of the treehouse by the door, folded it a bit and put his feet into it, and started pulling the sleeping bag up; I just wanted to touch his legs again.
I got a big flashlight from the bag, lit it praying that the battery would last, and turned both the lanterns off.  I crawled down into the sleeping bag next to him and said
“-This is nicer yeah?” I stroked the inside of the sleeping bag which was really soft and silky. The sleeping bag was huge and we could easily lie next to each other -or on top of each other, if we wanted. We were lying on our sides. Tommy reached out and played with my underwear, I got the hint and quickly slid them off.
“-Can I take yours off?” I whispered excitedly.
“-Sure”.
As I noticed earlier he was wearing a pair of black boxers. He watched my reaction closely when I took his boxers off and when I took his soft uncut cock in my hand.
With one hand he reached out to play with my breasts and he placed the other hand over mine, tightening my grip around his cock and moving his foreskin up and down. He let go and pulled me closer so that his hands could reach more of my body.
“-I like watching your hands on me but you have to decide when you want to get on top ok?”
I was overwhelmed just by being next to him and very very nervous. He was slowly getting harder and I loved to watch his cock grow.
When I felt his fingers carefully finding their way to my lips I still tensed up a bit and when he continued I was really surprised at how wet I was... After gathering my thoughts for a few seconds I felt it was now or never, I released myself from Tommy's hands and he rolled over on his back. He quickly corrected his legs that got tangled. I put my leg over him and leaned forward kissing him passionately, almost lying on top of him. I caressed his chest and I was no longer too shy to kiss him; even if he couldn't have an orgasm I could try to drive him crazy too. I could feel his heartbeat and his chest heave as his breathing got faster and faster. He now caressed my back, then gently pushed me away as if to a seated position.
I was almost sitting over his cock and all I needed to do was guide it in. I took a hold of his cock and then carefully lowered myself onto it, It was like no feeling I had ever had before, being with Tommy made me feel so high.
Tommy put his hands on my hips and just like that I started riding him slowly up and down; and I was no longer a virgin. All I felt was a small sting. I felt so relieved and happy.
I came fast and hard and it felt so unreal!
I thought I had had orgasms on my own but with Tommy I learnt better. There was nothing like it. In all the haze I could hear him whisper:
“-Thank you”.
Eventually I had to get off him but we lay close together and cuddled and caressed each other most of the night, and I have never slept so peacefully.
I was very glad that at some point during the night Tommy must have put my t-shirt on me because when I woke up, we were not alone. Tommy was half dressed and about to lift his chair out of the treehouse.
“-Good morning”. he said and smiled.
“I’m sorry;  -I had to text dad to come get me so that I can get ready and take my meds and all.” He smiled at me and continued;
“-He is really hungover!”
I mimed at him as I knew his dad could hear me from outside;
“-Compared to you that is just hung!” Tommy just laughed and said he would bring back breakfast in a bit. I cleaned up a bit, got dressed and took care of the wine glasses and folded the sleeping bags.
Tommy returned with his hair still wet and smelling wonderful. He had packed bread, cheese, grapes, bottled orange juice and more of the leftover snacks. Later there would be a huge brunch but our parents wouldn't really get up until hours later.
We had breakfast in silence but it was never forced, we just sat there next to each other and smiling. We watched the morning come, the still water and the world stir to life.
“-So, yesterday was pretty great” Tommy started;
“-I hope it won't be another year until I see you again?”
“-How about next week?” I said with my cutest smile. -There was no way I would let him out of my sight.
“-Deal!” He proclaimed and gave me a big kiss.

3 comments:

  1. What a warm and pleasant story!

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  2. Thank you for posting! Great writing, hot story!

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  3. Delightful, refreshing and wonderful story. Thanks for sharing it.

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