Summer Heat (Audio Script)

Stories

Can’t believe it’s already been two weeks since we set sail…

Crazy to think I’ll be home in just a couple of days.

I was so pissed at my agent when he booked me this gig.

Two weeks DJing on a cruise to Mexico sounded like the beginning of the end of my career.

I’ve got to hand it to him, though.

This has been one of the most debaucherous two weeks of my life.

I used to think cruises were kind of hokey.

Like, something to do for retirees with too much time and money on their hands.

But I’m totally a convert now.

I had no idea there were cruises like this one, specifically for women.

I have done nothing but drink, make out with strangers, and lie by the pool, all while surrounded by hundreds of other queer folk.

The parties I’ve been DJing on board have been wild, like way raunchier than some of the other weekly nights I would do in LA.

It’s like a constant party here.

And I kinda love it.

“There you are.

I was wondering where you’d gotten off to.”

“Hey. Yeah, just needed to take a little break after my set.”

“That was seriously your best set this whole trip.

I saw lots of twerking out in the crowd.”

“Yeah, thanks.

You know, last night on the boat, gotta go hard for everyone.”

The best part of the last two weeks, of course, has been getting to know you.

You, the intrepid solo traveler with no qualms about dancing up on me while I’m working the turntables.

You, who shamelessly took my hand and pulled me to a private cabana on the third night.

You, who’s made me passion more times than I have in years over the past eleven days.

“Come here.”

“I… can’t believe we’re going home already.”

“Mmm, I know.”

I lay my hand out on your thigh and slowly trail my fingers down to your knee.

You pull away from the kiss just slightly and that look I’ve come to love settles on your face.

That look that says you’re about to do or say something crazy.

Like you’re about to go over the edge and you want to drag me along with you.

“You’ll come see me in New York.

You’re always on tour, always gallivanting around the world, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.

And you’ll come see me in London.”

“Mmmhmm.”

A buzzy, electric flutter goes through me.

God, the way you smile at me, the way your jaw tenses and you bite your bottom lip just drives me wild.

I lean over, my ass sliding closer and closer to the edge of the deck chair as I shift my hand around the small of your back.

“Fuck, you smell so good.”

You lean into me, your small breasts pushing up against my chest.

I close my lips around your jawbone.

You pull hard against the back of my neck and push me deeper into you.

My neck aches a little in this awkward position, but I don’t care.

I just want you.

“Fuck me…

I want you to fuck me right here.”

God, you are so… so unlike anyone I’ve ever met before.

I mean, I’m not under any pretenses that I know the real you, seeing as all we’ve done this week is fuck and dance and lie by the pool, but I’m so fucking taken by you.

You seem like the kind of person who would jump on a plane and pick a random place on the map to get off.

Like you’ve got an itch that keeps you from sitting still, from sticking in one place for too long.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah, I want you to finger me… right here…”

My fingers fumble with the button of your tiny denim shorts.

The number of times I’ve peeled these off of you this week is staggering.

Suddenly you’re climbing onto my lap, straddling me.

You sit down on your knees and grind your hips into mine.

I pull your bikini to the side and catch your breast in my mouth.

Your chest hardens under my tongue as I tease it with little licks.

“Ohh, fuck…”

I squeeze your ass with one hand to keep you steady as you tilt your head to reach my mouth.

You lean back and slide the denim shorts down your legs.

“You ready for me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready.”

I slip two fingers beneath your bottoms and push them between your folds.

You’re right.

You’re wet already, ready to take in my fingers.

I spread your wetness to your clit, dragging it up…

“Oh my god, more…”

I rub your clit gently with my fingers.

You can’t help but rub your body up against mine, rocking forward and backwards… your hip bones pushing into me…

I just want to sink into this moment, to draw it out as long as possible because I know that this, whatever it is between us, is so close to ending…

“Faster, faster…”

I pull out of you and slide both hands under your ass.

I lift you up and flip our positions, pressing your back against the deck chair.

I push your thighs open and settle between your legs.

I just want to taste you all over my mouth.

I pull your bottoms down to your knees, past your calves, and drop them on the ground.

You and I are both way beyond caring if we get caught.

I push my nose between your folds and slowly lick up.

My tongue circles around your clit… slowly… lapping up all of your wetness.

“Mmm, fuck you taste so good…”

Your fingers thread into my hair while your other hand grips the armrest of the chair.

You rock your hips into my mouth, unable to control your movements.

I press my face deeper into you, curling my tongue and pressing it into your pussy.

You lift your leg over my shoulder and I go deeper… deeper…

“Oh, yeah, yeah… just like that.

Oh, fucking yes, yes—”

I fuck you with my tongue, pulsing it in and out…

“I want to passion on your fingers…

so close, I’m getting so close…”

I lean my head up and crawl up your body.

“Yeah? You want my fingers inside you?

You want me to make you passion?”

“Oh god, please…”

I put my weight on you and push a knee between your legs.

My fingers slip between your folds so easy again.

“Ohhh, fuck…”

I slide in you with two fingers at first…

curling them up into your g-spot.

“Yeah, yeah, more.

Three, give me three, please…”

My whole body jerks with pleasure at your request.

Knowing you want more of me…

knowing you can take it…

I slide a third finger in and fuck you.

“Yeah, you like that? Like to be filled up, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah!

Ohh, god, just like that.”

My upper arm is aching from thrusting over and over again.

That’s always been a good sign to me, a sign that I’m doing something right.

Fuck me…

“I’m close…

fuck, I’m so close!”

“Yeah, that’s right,

Mmm yeah, that’s it.

passion for me, baby…

passion for me…”

Holy shit…