Hero Worship Summer Ch 03

Author's Note

Once again I wanted to thank everyone who's been rating and commenting on the story. All your words have really spurred me on to write this chapter and I hope you continue to enjoy the ongoing story. This one took a little longer to write but it is also close to twice the length of the first two chapters. I'm currently trying to decide how I want to move forward writing this series, setting myself goals for how often I post up a new chapter and how detailed I want each one to be. All the positive responses to the story have me determined to give this story my best effort, and I hope to work out how to fit writing this tale into my week so I can update it regularly and consistently.

With all that said, I hope you enjoy this third chapter of the adventure.

Last Time

Five years ago Jacob Preston saved the lives of five teenage girls trapped in a flooding cave. Earning new friends with the girls' parents, he has become close to their families. But he has never seen the girls again until now. Now, he has a chance to reconnect with them for one long summer vacation with their families. And it seems the girls are eager to connect with him too, in ways Jacob doubts their parents would approve of.

After sneaking around his friend Robert's home with his nineteen-year-old daughter Tammy the night before the holiday, Jacob knows a little of what is in store for him this holiday. Tammy is working hard to make sure none of the parents suspect a thing even as she prepares to set Jacob up with her four eager friends.

But can life really be this good for our hero?

Chapter 3 -- Checkmates and Reality Checks

The first thing I was aware of was the aching hardness between my legs. My cock was at full mast, that kind of morning wood that I knew wouldn't go down unless I took care of things myself. Except, considering the warm tightness around my shaft, it seemed someone else was already taking care of things for me.

I let out a soft groan of delight. My barely awake body tensed, toes curling and teeth gritting as I concentrated on the radiating heat and pleasure building at my base and overwhelming all other thoughts and feelings.

I hadn't been woken up like this in a while. Unable to focus on anything more than the physical sensation, I did not even think to ask who was working their magic on my cock. I didn't care where I was or what had led me to this point.

There was only that tightening feeling, the ache for morning release.

Gradually, I became aware of the panting breath, the soft mutter of excited cussing. As more neurons fired and consciousness was restored, I became aware of the hand pressed on my chest, the rhythmic slapping of a round, peachy ass striking my hips over and over. I hummed my approval, feeling the need in whoever I was joined with. They were bucking on top of me, riding me with an almost feverish need right now.

My eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of large, pillow-soft breasts bouncing in tandem before my vision.

"Mmm Tammy... Fuck me."

"Yeah... that's what I've been doing," my nineteen-year-old lover replied. Her words were teasing but her tone was one of unbridled lust as her emerald green eyes stared down at me. She looked magnificent riding my cock.

"How long have you been doing that?" I groaned, my hands moving to the luscious thighs spread on either side of me.

"Dunno... Lost track of time..."

My hands wandered higher up Tammy's body, past the flare of her hips and up towards her pendulously bouncing breasts. There was something hypnotic about the way they moved as she rode me. I almost didn't want to spoil that mesmerizing motion. But, equally, I couldn't resist setting my hands on those full, generous globes.

"Mmm, I love your hands on my tits, Jacob. They're yours. Play with them...I want to feel your desire for me."

"Can't... fuck...Can't you feel my desire when you're riding me right now?" I grinned and nodded down to where we were joined. The sight of Tammy's pussy stretched around my base, my cock sunk to the hilt inside her tight, warm depths had me shuddering. I'm surprised I didn't cum from the visual stimulation alone.

"I want to feel more of it. As much as you can give me," Tammy gasped, grinding faster.

I nodded, my back arching slightly on the mattress. My hands supported her full breasts, her dusk rose nipples jutting between my splayed fingers and rubbing just a little as I squeezed on her tit flesh.

"Ohhh Fuck... You like that baby? Are you glad it was you who saved me from that cave so I could reward you like this?" Tammy asked playfully.

I bit down on my bottom lip, every nerve in my body stimulated by Tammy's words and actions as she worshipped me.

"You know I never needed a reward..." I managed to say between gasps of pleasure. "I love what we're doing but... mmm, I was never going to let you drown."

Suddenly Tammy stopped riding me. She looked down at me, her brows knotting as though I'd said something in a foreign language.

"You silly man. I'm still drowning here. You only rescued me from the cave."

"What? What do you-."

***

I jolted upright, my breathing heavy and eyes wide open. I found myself alone in the guest room of my friend Robert's house.

The rush of fear that had thrown me out of an otherwise pleasant dream was slow to leave me. I sat there in bed for five minutes, head bowed and running my hands through my hair as I tried to calm myself down and make sense of things.

My mind was a jumble. As I pulled myself to the edge of the bed, catching my breath, I tried to sort out what was a dream and what was reality.

Tammy riding me hard in the bed. Dream. I felt a momentary twinge of fear to think that perhaps everything I remembered doing with her the previous day was a dream too. The shower, sneaking around in her parent's guest room...

No... those were memories. They were wild enough that they could very well have been dreams, but I knew those memories were real.

I glanced to the left and right of me. I felt Tammy's absence keenly as I considered the massive bed I had to myself. She had warned me she was going to sneak out back to her room early to avoid her parents finding out about our... thing. Still, I regretted not waking up with her.

I took a deep breath and exhaled, my mind focusing on the dream of Tammy I had been enjoying. Or the dream I had been enjoying until right at the end.

"I'm still drowning."

The words weren't real, they were just the caprices of sleep working their strange magic on me. Still, the words stuck with me. They had been powerful enough to bring me out of an exquisite fantasy in a cold sweat, all thoughts of pleasure robbed from me. My morning wood was still rock solid, but dream Tammy's words had killed my mood for sex.

"I'm still drowning."

I shook my head. I couldn't remember the last time I had a dream so vivid. I normally couldn't keep the memory of any dream for more than a few moments after waking. But this one. This one lingered.

To be clear, I am not the type of person to take great stock in my dreams. I try not to attach any spirituality or special significance to dreams. But, I also know that dreams give us clues to what is on our mind, our brains way of processing things or something like that.

I concentrated on the words that had woken me, trying to make sense of the abrupt end to what should have been a perfect sex dream. I could only take it as a sign that something was bothering me about Tammy. And that certainly was true.

I had just started an affair with my friend's teenage daughter. There was plenty to bother me right there in that sentence and I knew I was still adapting to just the concept of what I was doing, let alone the reality.

"I'm still drowning."

I ground the palms of my hands to my eyes as I tried to shake the grogginess of sleep from me.

Was this about my saving Tammy's life?

When we had first hooked up twenty minutes after my arrival at the house yesterday, I had been plagued with doubts about letting Tammy 'reward' me for what I had done for her and her friends so long ago. I didn't want to feel like she was offering herself to me out of some sense of duty or obligation.

But Tammy had told me she wanted me... So why was I still having this rotten feeling? Why was she spouting creepy lines in my dreams and leaving me with the feeling that something was wrong.

I groaned.

I wanted answers but I knew my mind was not together enough to puzzle anything out right now. My cock was still tenting beneath the bed covers, my morning wood actually painful now.

I needed a shower. I needed caffeine.

I glanced at the bedside clock.

Fuck. I needed to get up!

Robert had told me last night that Clara wanted to see us out on the road before the morning traffic built up. Looking at the time, I realized we only had about thirty minutes before we were supposed to be out the door. And here I was lying in bed, my cock standing full mast.

I sighed and ran my hand over my face one last time. Dream Tammy's ominous words would have to take a backseat in my mind. I had to get up.

***

I poked my head out of the guest room door, checking no one was about. If Clara or Robert saw me straining in my boxer shorts it would be a constant joke of the summer. And if Tammy caught me like this...

No! Those thoughts were dangerous. I was hard enough as it was without thinking about what my new, nineteen-year-old lover would do with me if she saw me like this.

I made a beeline to the bathroom and took the coldest shower of my life. Slowly, the risen beast was subdued, and, as an added bonus, the freezing water helped shake off the last vestiges of sleep from me.

Ten minutes and I was wide awake and energised.

I dressed quickly, throwing on a pair of khaki shorts and a white cotton shirt. Nothing fancy, just casual clothing that would keep me cool on our drive in the RV.

As soon as I was done, I marched downstairs in a hurry. Clara was nowhere to be seen, but Robert was rushing with bags through the lounge. He stopped to look at me, his cheeks red with exertion like he'd spent the morning running a marathon.

"Oh, morning sleeping beauty. Cutting it fine don't you think?"

"You should have knocked on my door and woken me," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Need me to help you with those bags."

"No, no. Usual rules apply. You're our guest for this holiday and you don't have to lift a finger while you're with us. Honestly, Clara would have probably bitten my head clean off if I had suggested waking you."

I frowned. After five years of this, you would think I would have just learned to accept my friend's generosity. But it didn't sit well with me, especially now when I considered the line I had crossed with his daughter within hours of arriving.

"Look, Robert, you're going to have to tone down the 'we owe you one' speech on this holiday," I said. "I know we always have this back and forth, but it's been five years since the incident."

"You saved my daughter's life," Robert said, the same familiar line he recited every time I tried to confront him on this.

"Yeah, I did. And I'm telling you, you've thanked me enough for five whole years for it. You and Clara have been great friends to me. You've given me a wealth of business advice while I was building my company. You've treated me to so many free meals out it's a wonder I'm not obese..."

I trailed off. As I listed Robert's virtues as a friend, I started to feel that one thing I didn't want to feel. Guilt.

"... Look, we're on this trip together for the whole summer. You've got to let me help now and then. If you're not even going to let me handle a few bags I'm going to feel like a useless sack for the next few months."

Robert grimaced and looked out the window, his spacious RV parked outside. "Okay... You can take a couple of cases out if you want. But if Clara asks, I never allowed you to do this okay."

I chuckled. "Don't worry buddy, I know how to keep a secret."

It wasn't like I wasn't keeping bigger secrets from Clara and him already.

Robert waddled off with his clutch of bags and I went to grab a few more from the couch. I remembered Clara packing all afternoon yesterday and I wondered just how much of their home she was fixing to bring with her for this holiday.

Grabbing a large, heavy box, I moved through the lounge and into the kitchen. I slowed up as I caught sight of slender, shapely legs clad in a short, white, pleated skirt.

"Morning, Tammy," I said.

"Pfft... Someone needs to get their eyes checked."

I paused at the unfamiliar voice. I shifted the large box in my arms, turning to get a proper view of the woman leaning seductively against the kitchen countertop.

I had almost forgotten.

"Savannah?" I said, my voice laced with shock and awe. I'd forgotten she was joining us for the ride to the lake house.

The girl turned to check both exits to the kitchen before fixing me with a seductive smile. "Hey, Jacob... Been a long time, huh."

Yesterday, when I had met Tammy for the first time in five years my mind had needed an emergency reboot. For five years, I had remembered the girls I had rescued as awkward, teenagers, frightened and timid.

Savannah was the quietest of the girls. She barely said a word when I helped haul her from the flooding cave at the beach and pulled her onto my rented jet ski. Afterward, on the beach, the lifeguards and paramedics told me she was in shock and my resounding memory was of her staring wide-eyed into space.

How times had changed.

The Savannah before me now was slender and svelte like a lioness. Her skin was a burnt copper-bronze and glowed with an inner radiance. As my eyes roamed up her long, toned legs I couldn't see a single blemish on her. She had a narrower body than Tammy, her hips and the swells of her breasts delicate and subtle. Her white top left me guessing a lot but she definitely wasn't sporting anything close to Tammy's generous swells. Not that this was a bad thing.

Though thin, her muscles were defined and spoke of a life dedicated to sport. Despite not having seen her in five years, I knew she had become a pro swimmer and won several important swim meets for her high school. She'd even got a scholarship for college on the back of her success in the pool. Her muscles, though not pronounced, certainly looked like they were cut from marble. When I glanced to the strip of exposed midriff I noticed the definition of her stomach. There was no doubt this girl could run rings around me in any kind of endurance test.

And lord help me, I wanted to test her endurance in so many ways right now.

Savannah's face held a regal beauty. A narrow nose and high cheekbones, I'd call her face almost elfen. Her eyes were a warm caramel, while her dark brows were thick and sculpted. They made her face more expressive.

Savannah's head was crowned with cotton candy pink hair - obviously dyed - and done in a pixie cut. The pink hair really contrasted with her bronze skin tone and darker brows. The color was youthful and fun, while the short cut with its choppy look gave an added edge to her look.

Clearly, I hadn't woken as much as I had thought to have mistaken her for Tammy. About the only thing the two girls shared in common in terms of looks was their height.

Savannah made a show of leaning forward on the kitchen countertop once more. Her small but firm, ass protruded out behind her and I had a welcome view of it in the reflection of the metal fridge behind her. She was wearing dark shorts beneath her skirt that still covered plenty, but clung tight to her.

"Careful Mr. Preston, stare any harder and you're gonna burn a hole right through my pretty clothes," Savannah said. Her teasing words sent a shiver through me.

"Jacob? Jacob, what are you doing handling that heavy box all by yourself?"

I blinked. The spell of lust Savannah had held me under was finally undone as Clara's voice came from outside.

Savannah's countenance and expression changed the instant Tammy's mom came into the room. The teasing smirk shifted to a bored deadpan. She grabbed her phone, staring down at it and paying me no heed at all.

Had it not been for my talk with Tammy last night, I would have been confused by the complete shift in Savannah's mood. But I knew what she was doing. This was all part of Tammy's so-called 'plan' for the summer.

"Jacob... seriously, you shouldn't be carrying anything. You're our guest. Why hasn't Robert got these loaded up already."

Clara breezed into the room. Her fussing over my help forced me to shift my attention from Savannah. It was probably a good thing. Despite all efforts made to be well prepared, there was still a lot to be loaded in the RV and only ten minutes until we were meant to be on the road.

***

For the next ten minutes, I engaged in the difficult tightrope walk of trying to help Robert pack up the RV while dodging Clara's insistent pleas for me to relax and let her husband take care of it.

Honestly, after seeing Savannah, I was more determined than ever to be useful. I needed something to keep my mind occupied so I didn't stand there gawping at Tammy's friend - her friend who wanted to reward me just as Tammy had.

With my help, it didn't take long to load up the rest of the RV. Tammy finally made herself known as I was ferrying the last bits and pieces with Robert. I spotted her in the kitchen, standing next to Savannah, the two whispering and shooting me conspiratorial glances.

While Savannah's white top and skirt had me in mind of some young, tennis player, Tammy was sporting what I could only describe as your classic country-gal seductress look.

Tammy's full round ass was barely contained in tight-fitting denim shorts, much like the ones I remembered her wearing yesterday. Her top was a white cotton crop top, more like a bra with lace accents above and beneath the bust that hugged her body nicely. Along with a pair of wedge sandals that added to Tammy's height, the two girls couldn't have been more contrasting in looks or style.

The pair lingered in the kitchen on their phones, chatting and muttering under their breath, ignoring me utterly for the most part. But that was fine. I knew why Tammy was keeping her distance. Our budding affair under her parents' noses relied on us seeming disinterested in one another.

But even with that consideration in mind, I noticed Tammy and Savannah egging each other on to tease me. Now and then they would push close together, Tammy, running her hands over Savannah's shoulders or about her taut waist to draw my attention to her friend's exquisite form. This of course, only happened when both Robert and Clara were by the RV and paying us no attention.

For my part, I tried my best to ignore these teasing moves from the two girls. I knew well enough from last night that Tammy didn't want me risking too much when her parents were around.

So I poured my focus and energy into getting the last boxes and cases packed. The sooner we were on the road, the sooner we'd get to Robert's summer home and my time with Tammy and her friends could begin in earnest.

***

We left Robert's place just five minutes later than scheduled. I thought it was pretty decent going, but Robert still got an earful from Clara. I felt for my friend as his wife chewed him out over the insignificant delay. What made it all the worse was that Clara kept praising my efforts to pack up the RV. She held me up as some kind of good example and suggested we would never have gotten out of the house at all without my stepping up.

I said nothing, but I hated being brought into their argument. As we pulled out onto the roads and took our place in the morning traffic, I considered I might have to brace myself to see more of these domestic disputes from both Robert and Clara and my other friends. Two months together on holiday, I was bound to see sides to all of them I didn't normally.