Just a few minutes had passed before the rain came to an end. It was getting late and we wordlessly got dressed and left the boathouse. The grass was covered with rain and I was glad because it probably washed away my cum that had landed there earlier. My parents come down here every once in a while and I didn’t want telltale signs of what had happened earlier. We made our way back to the house along the winding path. He grabbed my hand and held it tenderly as we walked along, rubbing his thumb against the top of my hand and stopping to pull me against him and kiss me every chance he had along the way. Halfway back, the rain picked up again. By the time we got to the house, we were soaked. It was an excuse for our disheveled appearances when we walked through the door. Most of the guests had left by this point. I led him back upstairs to my room to dry off, once again.

We kissed for a while, not being able to get enough of each other’s mouths. I thought that maybe we should make an appearance downstairs again while some of the guests were still here. As it turned out, Julian not only fit into my shirt but was also able to get into my pants as well. No one seemed to notice he was wearing my clothes. I turned on my window ac unit to cool off the room. It was stifling up here and I knew I should let it run if I wanted to get any sleep. I didn’t feel like trying to sober up to take the long drive back. I had other reasons as well.

“You, my dear, are in no condition to drive!” I told him. He didn’t look as drunk as I thought he might be after all that wine - certainly not as drunk as I was! I did think he might have had too much, though my main motivation was to be in his company for as long as possible. He seemed quite ok with the idea of spending the night. He had nothing to do the following morning. There was a guest bed in my room for sleepovers, just a twin. It was great because I didn’t want him to be in the spare bedroom on the second floor and I also had the excuse of the ac unit on my side. 

“There’s that bed or my bed,” I pointed out as I lay down. He opted my bed and I cuddled up next to him. His arms wrapped around me and I could feel his heartbeat against me as I drifted off to sleep. I don’t think we got to sleep before 4.

When I awoke, there was light pouring in through my skylight. It’s impossible to sleep in through the morning in this sunny attic room. I was