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She noticed in the bed of his truck were pillows and blankets.
     
    “You’re going to love the stars tonight.”
     
    They waited for darkness to fully greet the sky and climbed into the back of the truck. Dylan put pillows behind Summer’s head and pulled blankets over top of their bodies. Summer looked up into the sky and had never seen so many cosmic entities before.
     
    Dylan softly stroked her hair.
     
    “I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” he said.
     
    “I am. Thank you for this. I think I needed it.”
    He turned to her and placed the weight of his head on his elbow.
    “I think I needed this, too. I was waiting for something good to come into my life.”
     
    She turned to look at him, and he leaned in and kissed her.
     
    “Summer,” he continued.
     
    “I want you to know I like you. I was praying and praying for an end to my loneliness. Someone I could learn with and take care of. Grow with. I think you may be the answer to that prayer.”
     
    Summer knew it. She had fallen too hard to escape. As she lay with Dylan under the starry sky, everything changed. There was no longer a doubt in her mind about her new life. Her new life with Dylan.
     
    “Summer, as long as you and I are under the same roof, I’m going to take care of you. And I think we’re going to be happy.”
     
    Summer felt a sense of gratefulness until one thought got in her way.
     
    “What do you think our parents will think?”
     
    Dylan pulled himself on top of Summer and began tickling her sides.
     
    “We’ll run away, then!”
     
    She laughed and knew he was joking, but there was also a small amount of seriousness in his voice. His hands paused and he stared down at Summer, her hair laid across the pillows and her eyes reflecting the stars.
     
    He bent down to kiss her forehead, and she touched his neck gently. Goosebumps from her touch began to crawl across his neck and working their way down to his arms. He shivered at the transition.
     
    Summer knew what she wanted, and she knew it was not going away any time soon.
     
    “Dylan, I want you to make love to me.”
     
    Dylan sat up and looked down at her quizzically.
     
    “Are you sure that is what you want?”
     
    “Yes, Dylan. I do. Please make love to me.”
     
    Dylan was still for a moment, continuing to look down at her. He pulled his shirt up over his head revealing his toned torso again to Summer. She reached up and touched it for the first time; it was hard and smooth on her delicate fingertips.
     
    Summer sat up to kiss Dylan but he gently pushed her back down onto the blankets.
     
    “No, you just relax.”
     
    Summer slid off her shorts and sweatshirt and Dylan admired her body under the moonlight. Her normally darker skin seemed to glow under the velvet sky, and he stroked her sensitive breasts with his large hands, increasing each stroke’s pressure until he had them cupped in his palms.
     
    Summer moaned softly as he caressed her.
     
    “I want you inside me,” she said.
     
    Dylan pulled off his jeans, he was ready and full. As he slowly entered her, Summer grabbed the side of the truck, letting out one loud cry as he pushed all the way in.
     
    He closed his eyes in nirvana as he started to pump, his muscles tightening and relaxing with each rhythmic movement. Summer wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and he gripped the bottom of her thighs.
     
    The truck rocked with them and the bed of the truck squeaked louder and louder with each thrust.
     
    The cool air kept their bodies dewy on top of each other.
     
    “That’s it, Summer. Move with me.”
     
    Dylan’s voice grew raspier as his breathing increased. The veins in his neck flexed and Summer gripped firmly to the back of his neck, squeezing harder as she grew closer to coming.
     
    Dylan lifted her hips, pushing as deep as he could possibly go into her.
     
    “Come with me,” he moaned.
     
    Summer, wet and almost at her peak, pushed her hips forward as Dylan gave one final