Midsummer's Eve, part 1 Renee arched her back upward and groaned as she thrust her clit against John's surging cock. He was pumping into her faster and she urged him on, seeking her third climax of the evening. She felt his legs tensing between her pressing thighs as his breath came hot and ragged against her mouth. She gripped his head tightly with both hands and penetrated his open mouth forcefully with her tongue just as he thrust deeply into her and exploded inside. She cried out to him to press on, to push into her. "Make me come, John! Oh John--FUCK me. Oh GOD!" His hard cock pressed into her again and again and her tension built and finally crested with another cry of delight. "Oh gggoddd, oh fuck, OOHHHH FUCK OH JOHN OHHHHHHhhhh!" She held him inside her and wrapped her legs around his in a tight embrace as he danced his tongue over her lips, sharing soft kisses as her breathing slowed. "Oohhhh that was good. Oh John. So good." John closed his eyes and felt her lips brushing against his, felt his hardness slowly softening in the liquid pool of her vagina. He smelled their comingled sweat and sex and tasted her sweet breath. He sighed and looked on her smiling face. Two hours ago he was a 23 year old virgin, and would have hardly dared to dream of such a delight. And all because his sister had needed a new hard drive... --------------------------------------------------- The sun was already hot in her face as Renee Walters emerged from County's emergency entrance at 7:30 that morning. It had been a wild night, though not a full moon, despite the popular ER folklore. Marta Janssen, the charge nurse overnight, had mentioned that it was Midsummer's Eve, the shortest night of the year, and that today would be the official start of summer--but the twelve-hour shift had seemed plenty long, and after a five-day stretch of 90-degree heat and humidity, summer's arrival seemed pretty well established. Full moon or not, there had been something in the air. Even Marta, looking to celebrate her 20th wedding anniversary that weekend, had been making bawdy comments all night long and teasing Dr. Williams about his recent honeymoon, the thought of which had kept him smiling far too broadly as he dealt with the constant flow of intoxications, injuries and other stupidities that vexed his typical Friday night shift. The raw sexuality of the evening was further heightened at about 2 am when the police brought in a naked couple who had been collected from a downtown fountain. The middle-aged male had slipped and gashed his head, prompting his buxom companion to reflexively dial 911--not considering that the man's state senate colleagues and constituents, to say nothing of his faithful wife and children at home--might not wish to see his name on a police report for indecent exposure. Renee just shook her head as she stepped into the sticky morning light, imagining the cold reception awaiting the senator on discharge. Outside the hospital, Renee noticed a compact car pull up, driven by a pretty young African-American woman who appeared to be wearing nothing but flimsy pajamas. She snickered as a grinning Dr. Williams rushed to hop in next to his bride. Her friend Maria made an offhand comment about the doctor's sleep being postponed--but she too was greeted by a handsome young man and helped onto a waiting motorcycle. "Put on your helmet, Maria--and make sure he wears 'protection' too!" Renee called out. Maria smirked and made sure that her young man received an unmistakably provocative kiss before they sped off. Renee sighed and buckled up her cycling helmet as she started the short ride home. It seemed that everyone was paired off and enjoying the sultry, libidinous Saturday morning. As she biked across the river toward the university she saw couples walking hand in hand to coffee shops, and noted churches preparing for back to back to back weddings. Meanwhile, she was six and a half months out from an engagement that had taken too painfully long to die, and hadn't felt the loving touch of a man for many weeks longer than that. By the time she pulled up to the aged duplex near the U, her scrubs were wringing wet with sweat. She secured the bike at the back porch and trudged up the creaky wooded steps to the apartment she shared with her nursing school classmate, Helen. She braced herself against the possibility that Helen and her boyfriend, Scott, might be home and also radiating a glow of conjugal bliss--but their home was empty and she remembered that they were tent camping up north for the weekend. She drew shut the curtains that shaded the high old windows and turned on the ceiling fan to circulate the stagnant air. She shed her scrub top and pants as she plodded into the kitchen for some cold water, drinking it as she finished stripping down on her way to the shower. In spite of her fatigue, the cool water seemed to invigorate her senses as it washed away the sweat. She shampooed thoroughly, lathering, rinsing, and repeating for good measure, enjoying the tickle of soap suds over her breasts and shoulders. She soaped her armpits liberally, and found that her nipples seemed to swell a little as she brushed lightly across them. Washing more firmly, she noted that there was an echo of response in her groin, and with the relaxation of her muscles in the spray, she began allowing space in her mind for erotic thoughts. Soaping her legs and feet, she visualized Maria with her thighs wrapped around the young man, riding him to orgasm before succumbing to sleep. As she rinsed her bottom, she thought of Dr. Williams' firm butt flexing and tensing as he thrust into his willing bride and brought them to a crashing climax together. As the shower rinsed the last soap down the drain, she was definitely aware of her own desire. Drying off on her way to her bedroom, she paused only to position an oscillating fan at her bedside and turn down her sheets. She would sleep the heat of the day away somehow, but not before she had stirred up the heat between her legs. Images of her friends danced through her mind in imagined ecstacies. She thought of Scott and Helen in their tent, fucking happily to the approving whispers of towering pines, remembering how Helen's satisfied moans had drifted across the hall a few nights before. Her fingers danced across her clitoris and slid through the slipperiness of her labia. The night she overheard Helen and Scott she had felt this arousal too, but fell asleep sobbing with a sense of emptiness there. Today the sexual charge had built up, though and she surrendered to the lust and desire throbbing in her groin. She wanted so much to be filled, to feel the weight of muscular manhood pressing over her and into her. Quickly, she reached for the extra help she had hidden in her nightstand. Bought on a drunken lark, the batteries of the vibe had weakened, but it was still the right size, shape and texture to fill the ache between her legs. She rubbed more fervently at her clitoris as the rubbery cylinder penetrated easily. Two, then three quick thrusts and she was there. Her legs tingled, tensed, then tremored as the spasms of orgasm rocked her pelvis. She let out a gasp and moan as a wave of warmth surged upward to her breasts, causing her small pink nipples to tighten to hard points. A final spasm of pleasure, then warmth, relaxation, and the quiet breeze of the fan cooling her flushed skin. The spent vibrator dropped between her outstretched legs, and she let the receding waves rock her to sleep at last.