Page 33 of Summer Kisses

"No. You're perfect." She was effortlessly cute, and the kids would love her shirt. I loved it for a different reason. It was tight in the chest and made her breasts look huge.

In the booth, I set up a second chair for her, each with our own cameras trained on us so I could toggle back and forth. "I thought we'd go live today so we could answer questions."

"Am I ready for that?" she asked nervously.

"Just answer as honestly as you can. I think it will be fine."

I posted everywhere that I was intending to go live and then turned everything on. Immediately, we got messages, saying how great it was that we were live, and then a few asked why Hazel wasn't sitting in my lap like last time.

"What do you say, fiancée? Want to sit on my lap?"

Hazel rose and sat on the thigh I'd patted. "I can do that."

I wrapped an arm around her, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and body wash. Had she lotioned up her legs and her pussy in the shower? I closed my eyes briefly to clear the vision in my head of her rubbing lotion over her tan skin.

The questions came rapid fire, so I answered one at a time. "We met as kids. We live on an island and used to bike back and forth to each other's houses. We spent a lot of time on the beach, hunting for clams and taking home seashells for our windowsills." It was the ideal childhood. I could escape for a few hours with Hazel, pretend that I didn't have six siblings all clamoring for attention and space.

"We've been friends for years," Hazel added.

When did you become more than friends?

I wanted Hazel to answer this one, so I squeezed her waist and waited for her to formulate an answer.

"I think we both harbored feelings for each other but were afraid to express them. Neither one of us wanted to ruin our friendship," Hazel said, not elaborating.

I was fairly sure they wanted specifics. "Let's get to some gaming, and we'll answer more of your questions another day."

We narrated the video on the screen. I knew the storyline, but Hazel didn't, which made her playacting more realistic. When she was scared, I held her tight, and at one point, she tucked her head into my chest. I was enjoying her proximity. I was doing what I loved, and she was right here with me.

At the end, we climbed to safety out of the ravine, and she wiped her forehead. "Whew. That was close. My heart is still racing. How are you guys holding up?"

Emojis flew by on the screen, and Hazel laughed. "I don't know about you, but I'm glad we're safe. I think we should just build a mushroom house. We don't need to check out the area and hunt for scary characters. Right?"

The responses varied frombuild somethingtolet's explore. "We'll explore on the next episode. Thank you so much for hopping on live so we could talk to you in real time. We'll see you again soon."

I clicked off, and Hazel stayed in my lap.

"How was it?"

She rested her head on my shoulder. "That was tiring."

"Yeah, I imagine it's like teaching a room full of kids. You have to be on all the time, and it can be draining."

She lifted her head. "It was fun though."

"You want to go for a swim in the ocean?" I was going to take advantage of having her nearby.

"I wouldn’t mind spending some time on the beach." She slid off my lap and disappeared out the door of the booth.

I closed my eyes, wondering how I was going to survive one day with this woman in my house, much less weeks. Every minute, I was seeing our future laid out in front of us. Lazy Saturdays and busy weekdays, spending time with family and friends. Maybe even starting a family together. How could she not see it?

I logged off the computer, knowing I'd need to look at a few administrative things later. I was used to spending most of my spare time working on my show, but now that Hazel was living with me, I didn't want to squander my time with her.

By the time I got to the bedroom, Hazel was coming out of the bathroom smelling like coconuts, wearing a tiny green-and-blue tropical flower bikini that highlighted her tan skin nicely. I tried to keep my gaze on her face, but it was a struggle. "It'll just take me a minute."

"I'll be downstairs," Hazel said, pulling a see-through filmy white cover-up over her bikini. She was effortlessly gorgeous.

When she was gone, I let out a breath, grabbing my trunks and getting dressed in the bathroom. I hurried, trying not to think about how she looked in that bathing suit. The way the material strained at the weight of her voluptuous breasts and the dangerous dip of her bottoms. Did she shave herself bare, or did she have a tantalizing strip of hair for me to explore?

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