Iced Tea

Georgie was in her room when she heard the doorbell ring, she got up from her bed, which she was studying on and headed out. She walked through the house she had spent nineteen years of her life in, knowing every turn like the back of her hand. She padded down the stairs quickly; brushing back the hair she had grown out to just at her bra strap. Dressed in a red bandana print tank top and short denim shorts, no shoes were on her feet. As she approached the ringing doorbell, she knew who was behind it, and she couldn’t wait to see him.

“Hey Georgie. Your dads stuff came.” Dillon stood with a brown box in his arms, and a dolly full of larger boxes next to him. “Come in Dillon, geez it’s hot out there.” She waved him in.

“Yeah no kidding.” Dillon wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and he passed the small box over to her.

Dillon had been their UPS guy for months, everyone who lived on their street knew him by name and they all loved talking to him whenever he came over. But no one was as close to him as Georgie was.

“Where’s Mac?” Dillon asked as he rolled the dolly in and stepped inside.

“Maxie invited him over to her place for dinner, he’s spending the day with her.” Georgie explained.

“Oh?” Dillon grinned. Georgie smirked at him, knowing what he was thinking.

“Want some iced tea?”

“I want something else but that sounds good.” He shrugged. Georgie blushed and headed towards the kitchen. “Come on.” She shouted over her shoulder.

He plopped himself down on a chair at the table and let out an exaggerated sigh. He smiled as he watched her move about the kitchen, standing on her tiptoes to reach a glass, her shirt inching up and her calf muscles flexed. They always flirted like crazy with each other but nothing had ever actually happened between them. 

Georgie moved in a graceful dance, getting ice, then a pitcher and pouring the iced tea into the glass. She lifted her eyes to meet his as she sat the pitcher down, and saw the lust in them. She blushed as she walked up to him and handed him the glass.

“Thank you.” He brought his hand out and as he took the glass from her, his fingers brushed against hers. Her lips parted slightly and her heartbeat quickened. She stepped back and he smiled at her before bringing the glass to his lips.

Georgie watched him drink it down, his head tilted back and his throat muscles moving to gulp down the liquid, she couldn’t help but wonder if the cold was killing his throat. He finished it off quickly and placed the glass on the table.

“Georgie you’re killing me.” Dillon suddenly stated. Her nose scrunched in confusion. He couldn’t stand it anymore; her look was so innocent and adorable. He stood up suddenly and grabbed her, quickly pulled her head towards him and pressed his lips to hers.

Georgie melted against him, his mouth was refreshingly cold, she moaned as she kissed him back, her hand reaching to the back of his neck and holding him to her. The kiss was feverish and wild, and their minds were spinning. Dillon picked her up as they kissed, turned her around so that the table was behind her, and sat her down on top of it.

She hungrily kissed him as he brushed his hand over her knees, and she shivered and moaned at his touch. She pulled back from the kiss for air and panted as his hands ran up her thighs. He kissed her neck as he touched her, and she let her nose fill with his scent. He smelled like a summer day, the outdoors mixed with sun, mixed with Dillon. He trailed his kisses from her neck, up her chin, up to her lips again, her face felt tingly everywhere he kissed. He kissed her lips tenderly, and she kissed him back.

Georgie pulled back and looked at him, her breathing heavy as she looked into his eyes. “Do you want this?” Dillon stroked her hair. Georgie nodded quickly and he smiled, kissing her quickly before bending down and picking her up. A loud laugh escaped her lips and she held onto him as he carried her into the living room and up the stairs.

He stepped inside her room and sat her down on her bed, and Georgie pushed off the pile of books that were on her bed. In an instant their lips were locked again, her hands raking through his blonde hair.

His hands craved to touch her and he took advantage of the moment, he had longed to touch her legs, and her stomach that taunted him every time he looked at her. Georgie moaned as she laid back on her bed, looking up at him as he hovered over her.

 
He kissed her mouth again, but pulled back and placed a loose kiss on her cheek, Georgie’s eyes fluttered at the gentle touch. He kissed down her body, down her chest, reaching up and caressing her breasts through her shirt. He felt her nipples harden in his hands and ran his thumbs across them.

 
Georgie’s head was leaned back and she was moaning as she gripped his hair in her hands. He reached for her shirt and she raised her arms up so that he could pull it off. She felt so bare, awkwardly exposed, and she closed her eyes. This wasn’t her first time, but it was different with Dillon. She cared more about what he thought of her and she wanted to be perfect for him.

 
“You’re so beautiful Georgie.” Dillon murmured in her ear as he reached around to unhook her bra.

 
Her breasts were full, her nipples hard, a lovely contrast of dark against her light skin, and Dillon sucked in a breath as his eyes took sight of them. Georgie’s eyes shot open and she looked up at him with concern.

 
“So beautiful.” He whispered again before suddenly leaning down and taking a nipple in his mouth. He suckled, and Georgie squirmed beneath him, she cried out as she felt a quivering stir deep within her body. Dillon thrilled at her sounds, it turned him on and he felt himself stiffen with arousal, a moan escaped his own mouth.

His hand ran down her stomach and he unbuttoned her shorts, white lace greeted his hand and he slipped it under the coarse texture, touching softness, then skin, then warm moist heaven. His fingers explored and Georgie was crying out with pleasure, gripping her bed sheets as he rubbed. He was greeted with wetness that he craved to taste and did, moaning and closing his eyes. Georgie watched him as she took her shorts off completely and he looked down at her, the sight of her completely nude nearly drove him over the edge. Georgie’s heart pounded as she looked up at him. She suddenly grabbed him.

 
She flipped him over so that he was on his back, and Dillon laughed at her roughness, but she shut him up with a demanding kiss. His eyes widened as her tongue worked hard to feel all she could of the depths of his mouth. Georgie quickly unbuttoned his brown work shirt, un-tucking it roughly and pushing it off of his shoulders. He was in layers, and Georgie thought he must have been miserable when he was out working. She tugged at his white shirt and pulled it over his head, touching his hot chest when it was removed.

She straddled him, and he grunted at the weight of her on his lap, realizing that she was nude and the only thing between them were two articles of clothing. She kissed his chest; light soft flutters along the curves of his muscles that made his heart pound in his chest. He was panting as her head moved down his stomach, nearing his shorts. Her hands worked on unbuckling his belt, she pulled it through his pant loops and threw it to the ground.

She bit her bottom lip as she looked into his eyes and his heart fluttered as he smiled brightly at her. Georgie undid his shorts and moved down his body as she pulled them off, taking off his heavy boots and tossing them on the floor.

“Wait.” He stopped her from tossing the shorts to the floor. She handed them to him and he grabbed his wallet out of his pocket and opened it up, pulling out a condom. He handed it to Georgie and she suddenly became nervous as she held it in her hands. He could see it in her eyes.

“Georgie if you don’t want to do this…” he rubbed her arm. She shook her head. “No I want to. I’ve just only done this with one other person; I don’t want you to be disappointed.” Her voice was soft and timid.

He smiled warmly at her. “Georgie everything you’ve done so far has been amazing. You’re driving me crazy.” He whispered.

A smile tugged at the corners of Georgie’s lips and she leaned in and kissed him, parting her lips and guiding her tongue into his mouth, a soft sigh sounded in his throat, and he kissed her back.

Georgie pulled off his boxers as they kissed and discard them. She kissed him even deeper as she opened up the condom.

Dillon held on to the back of her neck as they kissed, he touched a breast with his free hand, kneading and caressing it. Georgie pulled back and he ached to have her back, she crawled down the bed.

She ran her hands up his legs, feeling all she could of his body, running her hands flat along his skin, slowly, torturously slowly. She reached for him; he was rigid and begging to be touched. She moved her hands up and down, listening to the sounds of his moans and grunts.

“Georgie!” He cried out when he thought he couldn’t take any more torture. She rolled the condom on him, and her body slithered up his, her erect nipples grazed over his skin, he shivered and sucked in a jagged breath.

She positioned herself over him, closing her eyes as she filled herself with him, she moaned as he filled her completely. Dillon couldn’t take it, he grabbed her and flipped her over, and gripped her bed as he pulled out, and then pushed in to her. Georgie cried out, she surrendered to him, relaxed beneath him.

He moved gracefully, even strokes that had her mind spinning and her body alive with satisfaction. She suddenly began to work with him, thrusting in rhythm with him, meeting his every stroke and driving herself toward bliss. He was grunting as he moved to bring her pleasure, trying to ignore his own so that she would be satisfied to her maximum point. Their breathing was heavy and frantic as they moved, their sweat glistened bodies felt exhilarated, nude hot skin rubbing against nude hot skin in a blissful friction with every stroke. 

He felt her muscles tighten around him and she was rising to meet him, he moved faster to increase their pleasure, and Georgie was screaming in ecstasy. She came and her body fell back against the bed. Her beautiful body shimmered with sweat; her eyes were glazed over and she was mumbling incoherent words to him. The sight of her had him driving in and releasing the pressure he was holding back, he let out a guttural cry and collapsed on top of her. 

"Georgie. Georgie that was incredible." he mumbled in her ear, trying to calm his heavy breathing as he kissed her cheek. She nodded her head numbly against his shoulder and he rolled off of her.

They lay there, spent from their exhilarating but exhausting lovemaking, their bodies intertwined together. Her arm was draped across his chest and he stroked it mindlessly.

 “Dillon?” she mumbled. He blinked his eyes at the sudden sound of her voice. He turned his face to look at her. “Mac will be home soon.” she said. With that he jumped up, and she laughed as she sat up and watched him quickly get dressed, holding the sheet up to cover herself.

He glared at her. “Funny.” He shook his head as he pulled on his shorts. He pulled on his white shirt, and left his brown uniform shirt unbuttoned, but moved to put on his boots. She watched him, smiling in amusement as he rushed around. When he was done, he looked up to see her smiling face.

“You are evil.” He grinned as he crawled up her bed until he was in front of her. She laughed as she grabbed him and kissed him, he kissed her back put pulled away when he felt himself surrendering to her.

“Now you’re just trying to get me in trouble.” He pointed and accused. She grinned devilishly. “See.” He laughed at her.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” she looked into his eyes as she asked this. He laughed. “Georgie you couldn’t pry me away from you.” He threw his hands up.

“See you tomorrow then.” She smiled at him and he returned it. “Dillon.” She called out when he reached her door. He stopped and turned to face her.

“Mac is gone tomorrow too.” Her eyes shone flirtatiously. He grinned and nodded his head.

“See you tomorrow Georgie. Thanks for the iced tea.” Then he rushed out, and Georgie laid back and sighed as she looked up at her ceiling and smiled.