It was a summer BBQ, complete with a keg of beer from the nearest brewpub. It was the same pub that he had gotten the stout from that he'd brought to their first dinner together.
Strange, he thought, as he pulled out the full rack of ribs ("an autopsy", as they'd been calling them for years) that he'd had soaking in beer and sauce overnight, how cooking food was such a major part of their relationship. A gloriously scented cloud of steam rose as he slapped the autopsy onto the grill.
A few friends were sitting on the porch, drinking beers and laughing. She'd set the stereo up in the window, and The Bouncing Souls were playing Lean on Sheena. All in all, it was essentially the perfect summer day.
The screen door banged as she knocked it open with her hip, bringing out a pie she'd obviously JUST taken out of the oven. The scent of sweet, hot peaches mixed with the smell of seared pork and barbeque sauce. Her yellow polka-dot top was snug and cropped, showing off her tanned waist, and her navy blue skirt clung to the curves of her ass.
He went and claimed a seat for himself on the porch, and pulled her easily into his lap. Her arms went around him as comfortably as if she'd been doing it all her life, and her ruby lips pressed a soft kiss against his cheek. The sunlight glinted gold in the red of her curls, and he buried his face in her neck. The air was filled with music and the laughter of friends, and her hair was filled with the familiar scent of her perfume.
The summer evening passed like a dream, and the air stayed hot and grew heavier. A few drunken friends remained, playing horseshoes and laughing loudly in the yard. His arms once again pulled her warm, sweaty body against his, and he scooped her up against himself. He stumbled, dizzy with the beer and the heat. She laughed as he carried her to her room, depositing her unceremoniously upon the bed, before flopping down beside her.
Immediately she was tangling her fingers in the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and pressing her hands to the hot skin beneath. Their lips met, and he tasted both the sweet tang of the pie and the bitter bite of hops from the beer.
There was a fine sheen of sweat over both their bodies, which made their clothes peel off in a sticky manner that made her grimace, and then laugh. Her laughter quickly turned to a gasp as his hot wet mouth ran over her hot wet body, from her shoulder down to the side of her breast.
"You're salty, baby." He laughed, before enveloping the soft peak of her right nipple. He sucked it hungrily, his fingers tugging on the left, and then twisting it firmly, coaxing a groan out of her throat.
"Mmm... yeah, honey..." her hands pulled on his hair, and then kneaded their way down. The tenseness in his neck was quickly melted away, as he suckled on first one nipple and then the other. He moved up, kissing her deeply as he grabbed both her breasts at once, pushing her back firmly against the bed, and shoving his hips against her.
