Summertime Loving

Eve packed her stuff and turned her body toward him, crossing her legs and rubbing her hands together like a fly plotting. Travis could only wonder what she was conspiring, his curiosity piqued as they both settled into the game, the atmosphere charged with playful tension.

"Okay, so. I'll start. Have you ever had a wet dream before? If you have, who was in that wet dream?" Eve asked, her voice casual, but a hint of tension lingered in the air.

Travis felt the weight of the question. It was hard to answer, especially since he could barely remember the last time he had one. But then he decided to play along with a lie.

"I think it was our English teacher back in middle school, in our second year. What was her name again? Oh, yeah—Ms. Fiona. She was pretty sexy," he replied, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Wow, you dreamt about fucking Ms. Fiona? You know how people, mostly men, used to talk about her. They said she got tossed around this one time during sports day," she teased, her tone playful as she leaned closer, enjoying the banter.

Travis chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't know that at the time. Honestly, I wouldn't have cared back then. I was so hellbent on getting laid, but now I'm like, whatever, you know?"

"That doesn't change anything. Well, it's your turn," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Travis thought for a moment, the playful mood still lingering. "Have you ever masturbated while thinking of someone? If you have, who was it?"

The question stunned Eve to her core, leaving her momentarily speechless. 'How do I even answer this?' she thought, her heart racing. The truth was, she had been using Travis as "fap fuel" throughout her teen years. Even today, just earlier, she had found herself lost in thoughts of him.

Eve was a woman of focus, commitment, and sheer will, yet she felt her confidence faltering. 'How will I answer this?'

She bit her lip, weighing her options, but the moment stretched on as she tried to find the right words.

How will Eve respond? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z.

[A/N: I'm only kidding]

Looking at Travis with eyes filled with contemplation, Eve wondered whether answering this question would make him uncomfortable or amused. Either way, she faced a choice: to respond or to hold back. At that moment, she felt like an average gambler, weighing the odds in her mind. The allure of a good outcome was tempting, but the potential for embarrassment loomed just as large.

"Yeah, I have," she finally admitted, her voice meek as she gazed down at the fountain, avoiding his eyes. "And it was you."

Silence hung between them for a moment, thick with tension. Then she heard it—a chuckle from Travis. Looking up, she saw him struggling to suppress his laughter, which only fueled her irritation. Eve pouted, turning away in anger.

"I'm being honest, okay? You might not know this, but you're good fap fuel," she shot back, crossing her arms defiantly.

Travis raised an eyebrow, the surprise evident on his face. "Well, that's something I never expected to hear in my life," he replied, the amusement clear in his tone.

"Okay, my turn now," she said.

Eve smirked and asked, "Okay, do you plan on getting married in the future? If you do, who would it be with?"

"That's pretty easy, you of course," he answered without hesitation. Technically, he imagined marrying many girls, including her, so he wasn't lying.

Eve smiled but looked away, her cheeks flushing. "Well, only if I agree to that, of course."

"Oh, so you don't agree?" he probed, raising an eyebrow.

She hurriedly shook her head in panic. "No, it's not like that! I'm happy, but I'm also shocked that you'd want to marry me," she replied, her voice laced with disbelief.

"Why is that? I mean, you're beautiful—last I checked, which is right now. You're probably most guys' dream girl, including me. So why wouldn't I want to marry you?" he said, sincerity in his tone.

Eve's face turned a deeper shade of red, her mind racing to process everything he had said. She stared at him, a mix of surprise and elation washing over her.

"Wow, that's really nice of you to say. I never thought I'd hear someone say that to me. Thanks, Travis," she said wholeheartedly, her heart swelling with warmth.

Travis smiled back, feeling a newfound connection blossoming between them. This moment felt different, more significant than their usual banter. It was a glimpse into something deeper—possibilities that stretched far beyond their current situation.

"Nothing. Just telling the truth. Now, my turn, muhahah. Are you a virgin? If not, who or what broke it?" He smirked as he asked.

Eve looked away hurriedly in embarrassment; the question Travis posed hit too close to home.

'How does he know that I used to fuck myself with house appliances?' she thought, suddenly feeling exposed.

'Then again, I only used them on my ass, so I'm still technically a virgin. This question is undeniably easy.'

"Yes, I am a virgin. Answer this for me: are you still a virgin? If not, who took it?" she shot back, her confidence wavering.

"I am a virgin as well," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Alright, let's move on to another question. Something deep and dark, I suppose."

Eve raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Okay, what's your darkest secret then?"

Travis leaned back, contemplating. The playful atmosphere shifted slightly, and Eve could sense the gravity of his answer approaching.

While they were doing this, Grace and Odette walked out of the tattoo shop and closed it up for the night. As they approached the garage, they spotted Eve sitting on the fountain. They knew she often came here at night for fresh air, but they were shocked to see she wasn't alone this time.

"Hmm, who's this hunk of meat? I'd like to taste some of him," Odette said, her gaze lingering on Travis with obvious interest. Grace shot her a quick glare, which only made Odette laugh.

"What, you jealous?" she teased, a playful smirk on her lips.

"No, I'm not. Let's just go inside. I don't want you to interrupt them. Also, Odette, don't try getting in with that guy, okay?" Grace replied, her tone firm.

"Come on, you know I have a preference when it comes to men," Odette shot back, winking at Travis before turning back to Grace. "Now let's go cuddle; I've been missing your warmth these days."

Grace gave her a skeptical look but walked ahead, leaving Odette standing there for a moment, her eyes still fixated on Travis as she made her way inside.

TO BE CONTINUED