Free Summer's Indiscretion by Heather Rainier

up after he left. It had been a while since she’d been with a man who knew how to pleasure a woman, and her pussy still tingled at the memory of his touch. She found Ace upstairs, making up the full-size bed in the larger bedroom. She showed him where the towels and soap were in the bathroom, and then he kissed her soundly and walked her out to her car.
    She went home feeling a little bereft, which was silly. They weren’t taking advantage of her, and she should feel great about that. Ace had made it clear to her as he kissed her good night with his hardened cock pressed against her that although he definitely wanted her, he didn’t want to rush things. She missed them both as she heated leftovers in the microwave. Every time she thought of either of them her pussy felt a little more responsive and tingly.
    To distract herself, she turned on her DVR and watched an episode of NCIS . After about fifteen minutes, Summer could no longer ignore her “hot seat.” This was not merely a postorgasmic tingle she was still experiencing. She went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. She looked at the profuse bouquet of wildflowers in the large vase on her kitchen counter, and a sinking feeling hit her.
    “Please, no.”
    She got out rubber gloves and lifted the flowers from the water and laid them on a dish towel. She found what she was looking for as she separated the stems. It hadn’t occurred to her to ask where he’d picked the flowers.
    “Damn, damn, damn .”
    She ran to the bathroom and started a hot shower. She had to get the oil from the poison oak vines off of her. She’d barely touched the bouquet, but where it had brushed her wrist the rash had already appeared. Looking in the mirror she realized what she thought was a residual blush from the afternoon’s activities was actually the beginning of poison oak rash. He’d picked the flowers and had his hands all over her .
    “Holy shit !”
    She’d had poison oak rash before, and Dr. Guthrie had told her everyone was allergic to it, but she was especially sensitive. She knew what to expect. The extremely itchy, painful rash and blisters. Summer heaved a sigh of relief as she found the poison oak remedy left from her most recent exposure in the medicine cabinet.
    After taking a very careful, thorough, hot shower she got out and dried off. In the full-length mirror she checked herself and could see the trail of the rash already, up and down her legs, her hips, and her mound. It was everywhere Kemp had touched her with his hands, which he’d been unable to wash since she’d let it be known he was to stay away from her. She’d received full-strength exposure to the urushiol in the plant leaves from him. Her pussy was now tingling in a most unpleasant way. The rash was also developing on her cheeks, jaw, chin, and even around her eyes from sniffing the bouquet. She carefully applied the poison oak cream to all the affecting areas, including her throbbing labia. The next few days were not going to be fun ones.
    Oh, no! Ace had playfully mentioned the possibility that either of the men might take advantage of a warm shower to get off since they hadn’t wanted to rush her into sex with them.
    She dialed Kemp’s number, hoping he was still busy doing other things. If it was just on his hands he might not get the rash, but he’d had his mouth on her and near his contaminated hands aplenty.
    “Hello, darlin’. I was just about to call you and wish you sweet dreams.”
    “Kemp, do you have any calamine lotion?”
    “I don’t know. I can go check. Do you need some?” That was awfully thoughtful of him, and it pleased her that he’d be willing to bring it to her if she needed it. He lived all the way out in Divine.
    “No, but I think you might need it.”
    “Why?” There was a guarded tone to his voice.
    “There were poison oak vines in your bouquet. You probably pulled them along with the flowers and didn’t realize it. There is poison oak growing in the