A contemporary erotic M/F short story from publishing veteran Lexa Flynn (6,000 words)...
SEVEN MINUTES — For half the summer, Cassie has had her eye on Adam, a fellow counselor at Camp Flora. In fact, Adam seems to have caught the attention of ALL the college students working this season, male and female. When the camp staff finally gets a night off and heads down to the lake, someone suggests they cut loose with a game of "Seven Minutes in Heaven."
Cassie takes charge, making sure she's the first one to choose a name…and ensuring Adam's is the name she picks. With a bright moon shining overhead as they find seclusion out on the water, she suspects what happens next may be the best seven minutes of the summer.
EXCERPT: Adam sat next to her, turning sideways with one leg bent toward her on the seat. She put her hand on his knee, then slid it upward, beneath the hem of his shorts. “Can I say something?” he asked.
“I told you, I’m not here to talk.”
She put her other hand on his neck and pulled him toward her. Their mouths met—his lips were soft, warm, with just a hint of stubble around the edges—and after a tender moment she opened her lips and met his tongue with her own.
He responded immediately, tilting his head to kiss her more deeply. She drank him in, tasting the sweetness of the beer, her fingertips inching further up his thigh, into his shorts.
Cassie breathed in his scent, thrusting into him with her tongue, a tingling sensation radiating through her midsection.
Someone shouted something from the dock, followed by indistinct laughter.
Adam pulled back.
“Don’t mind them,” Cassie said. “It’s dark. They’re gonna yell. Who cares?”
She met his eyes, and the way he looked at her gave her pause. The confident, flirtatious Camp Flora stud was gone.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing. You don’t want to talk.”
Cassie removed her hand from his thigh. “I’ll talk all you want, if you promise we can do some more of this before our time’s up.”
He looked down and shifted in his seat. “I just—I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you.”
She laughed, relieved. “Stick your tongue down my throat?”
“Kiss you.” He looked over his shoulder, to the dock. “At orientation that first night, when we met? I can’t tell you how hard my heart started beating.”
She didn’t reply.
“That never happens,” he said. “You’re just so…you’re…god.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
She stood, pushed him back into the cushion, and climbed on top of him.