The Porch Swing and Where We Fucked Up
warnings: pwp, anxiety attack(?), fingering, dirty talk, and lots of internal dialogue.
a/n: after literally a freaking month and a half, I have finally finished the first chapter. this whole chapter has gone through so many plot changes and additions but i'm semi-happy with the outcome, if you enjoy this chapter please leave a like, reblog, or comment to show support.
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Your not really sure how everything went so wrong, that summer started like any other
and yet by the end of it….everything was completely different
[flashback to the beginning]
May 20th, a week before Memorial day
It's also the day that everyone heads to the beach house for the whole summer before heading home and going back to work
The beach house was sacred, the place where everyone spent time together, laughed, partied, and most importantly (at least to Jake,) “got lucky”
It was the closest thing that felt like the Hard Deck while so far away from the base
Natasha and Bob were the first ones to make it to the house as in their punctual nature, next was Jake, then you and Reuben, and lastly Bradley
You had started joining your uncle two years ago after you had graduated high school.
The two of you had been super close while you were growing up but had started to lose connection as his schedule became increasingly busy as a pilot.
It wasn’t until the day of your graduation that you seen him again and he had invited you on his trip for some quality uncle/niece bonding, you had met everyone and became super close which is why you kept coming back and now it being your third year here, the three months at the beach house was tradition to you.
Everyone mostly spent the first couple of days settling in, getting out of the routine of work/school and back into the leisure of the beach house
You however took this time every year to hang out at Coastal Reads, it was a small bookshop deeper into town and your favorite spot
Spending hours tucked in the corner of the store reading and playing with the 3 cats that didn’t necessarily belong to the owner but they had staked their claim on the place long before you came.
The little shop was a comfort place of ours, so much so you and the owner are on a first name basis. Today though you had only come by to grab some material to read over the summer and you were back on your way home.
Pulling up to the back of the house you see Rooster sat on the porch staring at the waves
Exiting the car, you made your way up the steps before he turned to look at you
“Why are you out here all by yourself?”
“Jake tried his hand at cooking dinner tonight so now the whole house smells burnt”
Your nose scrunches at the thought of the smell you’re about to walk into as you let out a small giggle
“Who even let that man near the kitchen?”
You question as you leaned against the pillar
Roo chuckles himself, taking a sip of his beer before continuing his story
“You should’ve seen him, he begged phoenix for 20 minutes straight. he even swore up and down on his nonna’s recipe that he knew what he was doing”
An outright laugh leaves you at this revelation
Anyone who knows Jake knows he LOVES to rave over his nonna’s recipes, wholly believing she was the best cook in the world—so in turn so was he because by his stated logic, “I grew up watching her in the kitchen”
Anyone who also knows Jake knows that man hasn’t used a kitchen appliance outside the refrigerator and microwave in the last 20 years
“Oh that has to sting, nonna has a lot less credibility coming from his mouth now”
You smile at one another before silence reigns over y’alls conversation, just as your about to wrap the conversation Bradley speaks up again
“How's school going for you kid?“
"Like shit, why does no one tell you how hard college is?"
“You at least driving the boys crazy?” a smirk etched on his lips
“As if, more like they’re driving me crazy”
You scoff at the memories at your futile attempts at dating
"That bad huh?"
"Worse", you huff
Rooster laughs at this, taking another swig of his beer.
As you stood there, you realized just the lack of conversation you and Bradley have had in the three years you’ve known him besides the introduction from when you first met and occasional small talk. you didn’t really know much about him, didn’t really pay attention to how deep and smooth his voice was, or how his muscles flexed under his tanned skin. it was all incredibly distracting
He tilts his head signaling for you to sit beside him, pushing yourself off the pillar and making your way over to the empty seat next to rooster on the porch swing
A small sigh leaves his lips, "it's not all that bad, you just got the short end of the stick right now in life having to deal with college boys....you know how they are"
An amused expression makes it way to your face, "ooh, you know what college boys are like....speaking from experience" your tone playful
Rooster turns his body towards you, finishing off the last sips of his beer. Leaning in he returns your playfulness, “ maybe…only slightly”
Bradley had never really paid attention to how pretty you were, the crease between your eyebrows catches his attention the most. It scrunches up all your features in a way that leaves him, breathless as you rant about how dumb college boys are, the corners of your mouth etched into a frown as your pretty brown orbs catch golden strays of light from the sun… it was all incredibly distracting
Somewhere in the middle of your tirade you had realized Bradley was only halfway listening
The muscles in your face relax as you stop and stare right back at him, god the way you cocked your head to the side had your curls fall into your face framing it (you) so gorgeously
“What”
“What?”
“You're just staring, ‘m boring you?”
“No, your just so pent up, I lowkey feel bad for you” his teasing tone, electing a smile from you
“If anything , I feel bad for them…imagine being nothing but a raging hornball and yet you don’t even know where the clit is.”
Bradley bursts out laughing at your comment
“That’s something that comes with age”, he reaches his hand up to lightly pat you on your thigh
Does he realize the implications of his words or are you reading too much into it? Your expression must have revealed your thoughts because Bradley is retracting his hands and opening his mouth ready to apologize? explain himself?
“I’m…’m not saying it like…”
“Maybe I should stop looking at guys my age then”
The words tumble out of your mouth before you can think twice, part of you wishes to blurt out an apology but the other half hopes for him to take suggestion in your response, wanting to test the limits.
A tense silence looms between you two as you stare each other down as if challenging the other to make the first move, the butterflies in your stomach does little to calm your nerves
Were you really going to makeout with your uncle’s best friend right now, on the back porch…where anybody could walk out and catch you guys in some weird staring contest
Suddenly, you're self-conscious; does your breath smell, is there crust on the corner of your eyes, what if you're bad at kissing, what if he’s bad at kissing, GOD!! What if you make one of those stupid I’m about to kiss you faces you’ve heard your dorm mates talk about guys making all the time.
All this inner turmoil makes your lips dry, when your tongue darts over your lips it's Bradley who breaks. Leaning in ever so tentatively as if scared you may run away, the pair of y’alls lips brush past each other. The kiss tastes like miller lite and cinnamon, courtesy of the gum you’ve been chewing and the beer he's been drinking.
Bradley's hands find their way back to your lap, this time though their under your skirt. The rough pads of his fingers inching closer to your heat before pausing right when he hooks his index finger around the lace frills of your panties.
He pulls away slightly, his eyes scan yours for consent? Conformation? Really any sign that you want this as much as he does. You see this and give him the smallest nod, becoming gradually shyer as his lips find their way back to yours.
There’s no other way to describe Bradley in this moment but greedy, his mouth relentless in their act of devouring you. His tongue had long since pushed its way into your mouth exploring every corner in the filthiest of ways but you're not complaining, taking everything that he gives you.
Bradley pulls your panties to the side, the rough pads of his digits ghosting over your sensitive clit as he dips into your slick, he collects enough of your arousal to spread it across the folds of your cunt eventually trailing back to the bud…rubbing small circles
A shiver runs down your spine and your breathing becomes ragged to the point you’re panting in each other’s mouth, your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck giving his curls an experimental tug; a muffled groan from him slips into your kiss.
You're so focused on trying to keep up with Bradley, you don’t process his fingers prodding into your opening—there’s a slight burn as he stretches you open, pushing deeper the foreign feeling forces soft whimpers from your throat.
“F-fuck Roo”
“Bradley, it’s Bradley” it sounds like a correction but its really a request, he yearns to hear his name fall from your pretty lips right now
you happily oblige, pulling away slightly to meet his his gaze
“.....Bradley”
“Shit, you’re so tight” , Bradley doesn't let up on his ministrations a man on a mission desperate to see you come undone on his fingers
Bradley's voice heavy with lust as he whispers the filthiest nothings in your ear
Your hand drops from his hair to his wrist using him as an anchor as your legs start to tremble
”Shit”, your own voice is softer than usual as you throw your head back, Bradley takes this opportunity to lick a long stripe up your neck reaching your sweet spot
A heat spreads like a wildfire through, nerves buzzing under your skin as your orgasm approaches. “fuck…fuck..fuck Bradley”
Your eyes are screwed shut as you ride out your orgasm, Bradley sucks and bites on your throat not enough to leave a mark (he hasn't completely forgotten himself)
As you come to and open your eyes, your and Bradley’s faces are mere inches breathing in each others lust never breaking eye contact; not even when Bradley brings his fingers to his mouth tasting you
The sound of the screen door creaking brings both of you out your trance as you rush to fix your skirt, jumping apart you look up towards your uncle…his back is facing yall as he laughs at something Bob has said
When he finally turns around, you notice the trash bag in his hand and the way his eyes widen a little “Sweetpea, when did you get home?”
“A couple of minutes ago, I was holding her up…giving her advice on college” Bradley replies smoothly, it was like he wasn’t the least bit affected by what just happened. On the very big contrary your face is still that of shock though you try to mask it.
Going from orgasm to fear had almost given you a heart attack, Reuben doesn’t seem to notice your odd behavior though too focused on the information that was just relayed to him
“You of all people in the world are giving my niece college advice….dude didn’t you almost flunk out every semester” The amusement on his faced mirrored the one you wore on your face just moments earlier
Bradley and Reuben continue on about the old days in a comfortable conversation while you zone out, your legs start bouncing against the wood of the porch as you get in your own head drowning them out.
Snatching up the bag of books long forgotten at your feet, you practically throw yourself up from the swing, startling both your uncle and Bradley
“I’m gonna head inside and wash up “ you shuffle past your uncle giving him a quick peck on the cheek…removing yourself from the situation all together
The hot water does little to relax the tense muscles in your your body but you allow yourself a moment to breath, shit what the fuck was wrong with you…what were you going to do.
You decided to skip dinner, too scared to go down and face Bradley as what you just did starts to really settle in
The feeling in your stomach is back now but this time it's a sharper, churning sensation. Regret pricks your skin and effects of your nausea burn your throat, Fuck…you really screwed up.
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