Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: This is a story of four girls spending a week alone in San Juan as graduation presents from their parents. What they find is what stories are made from.|
The van pulled up in front of the Smyth’s farm house on this lovely spring morning and all three girls jumped out and ran to the door. Martha was waiting for them and invited the giggling throng into the kitchen to meet Mrs. Smyth and to tell her goodbye. As they continued to joke and giggle and present themselves not as the eighteen year old graduates that they were, but as four teeny boppers on an adventure of a life time, they were oblivious to their antics and just how they were being perceived. They were so carried away with their enthusiasm and excitement of the thought of being by themselves for a whole week that common sense and courtesies were forgotten. Mrs. Smyth wasn’t too impressed with the girls that she was sending her daughter off to an island paradise in the Caribbean with, but she had given her permission for the outing as a graduation present to Martha and at this late date, she didn’t have much choice in the matter.
As they shouted their goodbyes to her and ran down the steps of the house to the waiting van, she couldn’t help but to say a prayer for her daughter’s safety. They were of the Mennonite faith after all, and Martha would need all of the divine presence that she, Mrs. Smyth, could muster up on this, her first outside influence, so a special prayer was lifted up for her protection.
The four girls were from the western Lancaster County in Pennsylvania, the heart of the Amish and Mennonite territory and it was somewhat unusual for a eighteen year old girl to be given the parental permission to venture out of the area, much less the country, even if it was a graduation present. But this was not a typical Mennonite girl in a typical situation.
Mr. Smyth had passed on two years before leaving his wife to raise the five children left behind and to “man” the farm by herself. Of course the community had rallied around her, giving her all the support of the entire church in tending and getting in the crops, mending the house and barn and generally taking them into their own homes. But Mrs. Smyth accepted their assistance with reluctance and stood her ground apart from the teachings of the church and raised her children in a more non-traditional way; thus the trip to Puerto Rico was agreed upon but now she wondered if her permissive stance was the right one.
Martha was the shy one of the group and then there was Betty. It was her parents second home that was the destination for this vacation and after all, they wouldn’t be there by themselves. Several years ago, the Seeleys, Betty’s parents, had bought the house just out side of San Juan in a community called Levittown. It was a newer subdivision situated right on the ocean and the Seeleys had bought a two story, five bedroom, 4 bath, home, right on the beach.
They soon found out that they needed a person to live there and maintain the residence, to see that it was not vandalized or disturbed in any way, so they solicited the aid of a young man working down on the island who would take on the responsibility of a caretaker in exchange for his rent in the house. He was an American and passed with flying colors their background check on him. So an arrangement was reached and he became the official caretaker of the Seeleys home and, on this trip anyway, he had to play the role of a chaperon also.
None of the girls were what you would call beauties. In fact, of the four of them, Martha was the best looking and, without any makeup or styling, she was awful plain looking. But notwithstanding that first impression, she was really quite attractive. She was smallish in stature but under those loose fitting clothes there was a very nice, if not toned, body that, if exposed in the least, would have turned most heads of young men. The hostess Betty, by contrast, was rather overweight; okay she was fat and her personality was so obnoxious that the Seeleys felt fine letting their oldest daughter take her friends down to San Juan for a graduation present as long as their chaperone was present. The other two girls had their own issues as far as attractiveness, so there wasn’t much chance of anything wild or sexual happening on this vacation and even if it did happen, the Selleys were fine with it as long as no one got hurt.
The girl’s jovialness continued on the plane and the flight attendant had to ask them to please hold down the volume of their partying on more than one occasion and, by the time the airplane landed at San Juan International Airport, the entire crew and all of the passengers were glad to get off the plane. After an hours drive through San Juan traffic, the taxi driver made the turn into the driveway of the home on the beach and got out and assisted the girls with their bags. Allen, the caretaker, wasn’t home from work yet to meet them but left a note on the front door welcoming them and inviting them in. What a week they were to have and they could hardly wait to get it started.
“Oh Pancho, I’ve got to get up if I’m going to make my flight,” she said from under the covers as she scooted away from his advances. “Oh God you make me want to do it all over again.”
“Well, I can arrange that,” he said teasingly as he made another grab for her bare body sliding away. “Why don’t you just take another flight home and stay with me another night?” Pancho asked.
“Don’t tempt me. I’ve been thinking of how I could pull it off, but I’ve just got to go home now. You’ve talked me into staying here for two nights already, but I’ve just got to make this flight!” she exclaimed getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom. Her naked body glistened with sweat from the late afternoon’s activities that the two of them had just been through and, if Pancho had his way, there would be more activities that night.
Pancho was the Spanish name that Frank had taken on while stationed down at the San Juan Naval Station. He got that name from the old TV show “The Cisco Kid with his side kick Pancho,” with him being Pancho to the Cisco Kid, Allen. They had served down there for two years and, upon their discharge, had returned to the island to take jobs and enjoy the beauty of the place. As always, The Cisco Kid, Allen, had fared far better than his side kick and had landed a very good job in the City while poor old Poncho had taken a job cleaning other people’s pools.
Allen had met the Seeleys and taken the job of caretaker for their home and had begged and pestered them until they allowed his friend to take up residence in the pool house in exchange for keeping their pool in perfect shape. So it was Allen living the good life in the “Big” house while Pancho stayed in the pool house which was nothing more than a storage shed with just enough room on the floor for a mattress and a bath room.
But if Allen had his way with the business world, Pancho had his way with the girls that he met. Allen would shake his head in wonderment at the parade of different women he would bring to that pool house. The thing that he couldn’t get over was the fact that each one of these girls was beautiful; there wasn’t a dog in the bunch. How could he manage to get these girls to come with him to his pool house and sleep there for two and three nights in a row and Allen had trouble getting even one to come to his beachfront home? Life wasn’t fair.
Arriving home from work, Allen noticed two things immediately. The first thing was that the girls must have made it in alright because of the loud music blaring from inside the home and outside from the pool area. The second thing was that Pancho’s Jeep was not parked in its usual parking place and you could see the oily spot that the old Jeep was depositing. He must be taking “what’s her name” to the airport. He automatically wondered if he would come back with another one.
He walked through the door just as one of the “Bobbsey Twins”, as he would later call the two other girls, came running down the stairs and seeing him, stopped and smiled, then ran out to the pool. She was rather homely and even in her swim suit wasn’t very attractive physically, so as he followed her outside to the pool area, he began to wonder if his chaperone skills would be need.
Betty spotted him and ran to give him a big hug around the neck. She weighted nearly as much as he did and he couldn’t fight her off so he submitted to her affections that she masked as gratefulness. Betty had always had a crush on Allen since the first time she laid eyes on him at the age of 16. But Allen couldn’t say the same of Betty. She was just too big and her personality was much too over the top obnoxious. She was too loud, too demanding and too Bettyish. There was no attraction there at all for Betty, but Betty had other ideas about Allen.
As he smiled at her and freed himself from her embrace, he mentally took inventory of the four eighteen year olds that had invaded his domain. There was Betty, who had thankfully worn a one piece swim suit that could barely hold in her voluptuous breasts. The where the two other girls, both wearing skimpy two piece swim suits that showed off just how much they didn’t have in the boob department and just how emaciated they were. Their exposed legs were so white that you could see the blue veins crisscrossing under the chalky white surface of them plainly. And then, sitting on a chaise over in the corner, still in her knee length shorts and a blouse, was the fourth one, shyly looking on, trying not to seem out of place. He almost started laughing at the sight. The Seeleys had nothing to worry about with this crew.
The evening went on with Allen and the four girls sitting around the pool getting to know each other. As the sun set behind the island behind them, Allen cranked up the grill and Betty started supervising the grilling of the steaks. Allen though about opening a beer for himself but decided not to tempt the younger girls by his display of alcohol consumption, so offered the crew a soda. Betty looked at him as if he had suddenly grown a second head and retorted, “Soda? Are you kidding? I want a beer or better yet, a Gin and Tonic or Rum and Coke!”
The Bobbsey Twins looked on in anticipation of his pending acquiesces with a wry grin on their faces and when he said, “I’m just the caretaker here.” They greedily leapt towards the bar where all of the booze was kept and, as Allen meander over to the cooler to fetch himself a cold one, he glanced in Betty’s direction and caught a very satisfied look on her face. He just smiled, popped the twist cap on his long neck and then took a pull off of his golden brew that had tempted him all afternoon.
Pancho had stopped off at a bar on the Condado (a touristy strip of luxury hotels about a half a mile from the Old Part of San Juan). He decided to troll the area for likely women who just might like to save some money and move out to his pool house with him. After all, his house had everything that a girl comes to San Juan for; the beach, the pool, drinks and a good looking guy to share her bed with, and he was there to offer this once in a life time deal to the first one who would say yes. This line had worked many, many times in the past two years but this particular evening, the likely suspects where few and far between. So, reluctantly, Pancho gulped down his last Cuba Libre and headed his Jeep back towards his house, alone.
The five young people were well on their way to intoxication; well four of them anyway, Martha was the only one abstaining from the celebratory festivities, as the Gin was flowing without thought of its reaction upon those that choose to imbibe. As they got louder and more obnoxious than the moment before, Pancho made his appearance and just shook his head in amazement.
He greeted the girls with wonderment that three of the four were terribly unattractive and totally wasted from their lack of drinking skills and he was tempted to join in just to see how drunk he could make them. But he thought better of it because what purpose would it serve to get them drunk and bedded. There would be no challenge to that so he wondered over to the fourth one and introduced himself to the shy thing sitting over in the corner by herself.
“It’s quite a party isn’t it,” he said to Martha, starting the conversation.
“Yeah, Betty is in her glory outside of the parents influence,” she commented.
“I’m called Pancho,” he said extending his hand as an introduction.
“I’m Martha,” she answered, taking his hand. “Why do they call you Pancho?”
“Because I’m Allen’s sidekick and he’s “The Cisco Kid,” he answered with a grin on his face.
“Who?” she asked naively.
“You know The Cisco Kid, television of years ago, he was a western half breed, The Cisco Kid and his side kick Pancho?” he said, trying to refresh her memory. Seeing the blank look that she continued to display all over her face, he decided to give up so he said, “Just because that’s what I’m called.”
Just then, Betty, in her inebriated state, fell right into the pool while talking with Allen so Martha sprang up to help gather her out of the water. She was laughing hysterically as she bobbed up and down in the deep end of the pool but with much assistance, she managed to work her way to the shallow end and got her footing under her. Pancho watched as Martha ran to the edge and tried to pull on Betty’s arms and guide her to where she could manage on her own. He kind of liked what he saw in the way of her body as he noticed the compact delicate shape bend over the edge of the pool. Too bad she wasn’t wearing a swim suit like the rest of the girls; he’d like to see that.
Helping the laughing Betty out of the pool, Allen and the Bobbsey Twins managed to guide her to the stairs and up to her room. Since there were five bedrooms in the house and one of them belonged to the Seeleys and another was used by Allen; that left three unoccupied bedrooms. Betty claimed one as well as Martha for another. That left the remaining bedroom for the other two girls. So as the crowd congregated into Betty’s room, they were all shocked as she started to remove her swim suit over her shoulders and soon had it pulled down to her waist. Her boobs were so large; both from her excess weight and her natural development that they jiggled as they gained their freedom.
A gasp escaped from the girls’ mouths followed by giggles and a shocked look came across Allen’s face as everyone stared at the sight of her gigantic breasts. Betty was totally wasted and oblivious to her exposure until she saw the look on everyone’s faces and looked down at her large chest. Seeing herself with her breasts bared, she laughed out loud and held them up for everyone to see. Being cradled in her hands with the large areola pointing straight back at the observers, she pulled one up and stuck out her tongue to lick her own nipple. The girls shrieked and hurried out of the room.
“Good,” Betty said. “I want to be alone with you anyway,” placing her hands on the swim suit and started to peel it down over her hips.
“Good night, Betty,” Allen said and headed for the door.
“Allen?” Betty cried. “Don’t you want to see me naked? I’ll show you everything. I’ll let you do anything you want to me. Please don’t leave.”
“Not tonight, Betty,” Allen said reaching the door and heading out into the hallway. “Good night and try to sleep it off.” He went down stairs shaking his head.
Looking around to find the others, the only one that he saw was Martha still sitting in the corner by herself. The Bobbsey Twins and Pancho were nowhere to be seen so he walked over to the remaining guest and told her good night and went back up to his bedroom to go to sleep. He had to go to work in the morning and it was getting late.
Pancho had left the scene right after Betty’s pool entrance to go to his pool house to shower and get ready for bed. He was missing “what’s her name” and he was already feeling a little horny. He played with it a little under the water and decided to finish the job in bed and go to sleep. He stepped out of the shower and threw a towel around himself and walked out to his bed area where the lights were still on and the door was slightly ajar. The towel was tented out at his groin as he walked over to close it when he noticed that anyone could have seen him if they had been sitting at the pool. He thought for a second that Martha was sitting out there but he was sure she had gone to bed by this time. Then he did something and immediately wondered why; he slipped off his towel exposing his semi-hard cock to that mysterious someone sitting in the dark corner of the pool area and slowly closed the door.
Early the next morning, Pancho rose from his pool house bed, got dressed and went through the main house to go to his Jeep. Since it was fully spring time in Puerto Rico and that meant the end of the dry season, he had lots of pools to clean and get ready for the humid weather that was soon to be here. He walked into the kitchen and he saw Martha sitting at the counter, eating her breakfast. He was surprised to see anyone up at this hour but he greeted her with a “Good Morning” as he walked through. The color of Martha’s cheeks turned a crimson color of red as she managed to reply “Good Morning” and look down into her bowl of cereal. He said his good byes and commented to her that maybe when he got back they could do something that evening or something. She muttered in a low voice that that would be nice and turned a deeper color of red.
Janet and Karen, AKA: The Bobbsey Twins, had been forced to share the remaining bedroom and the full sized bed that that room had for sleeping arrangement. It was the only room that had a double bed that could accommodate two people and even though that meant sharing a bed, it was far better than the alternatives. Karen awoke first to a dull headache and a taste in her mouth that resembled the taste of a herd of buffalo that trampled through it. She tried to shake off the effects of the night before, but was having trouble formulating just what was the cause of her distress. Finally her brain started to remember the events of the previous evening and she started to shudder at the thought of the amount of alcohol she had consumed.
One thought led to another as she started to remember all of the happenings of the night, even the pool incident with Betty. Then her mind settled on the sight of Betty’s exposure and onto those huge breasts. She got a strange tingling down between her legs and an uncontrollable urge to squeeze her legs together. She glanced over at her partner that she was sharing the bed with and saw Janet sleeping soundly. She had the strangest urge to raise the covers and see what Janet looked like in her pajamas just for the fun of it, so she carefully moved the covers off of her and looked down. Janet had on a night gown that had gathered up around her waist during her night’s sleep and it exposed her legs completely. Lying on her back with her right leg bent at the knee, she was unknowingly presenting her crotch to Karen’s view and she was not wearing any panties.
The breath caught in Karen’s throat as she looked on at the hairy pubic area that filled her view. She had that strange ache in between her legs and felt a sudden wetness start to form in the crotch of her panties. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Janet’s nest as she scooted down a little to be closer to the object of her curiosity. She just stared at the labia lips under the curly little hair that tried to cover her pussy and she moved her head downward to see directly between her legs. Janet started to stir a little and caused Karen to hurriedly back off of her vantage point. Janet closed her legs and stretched out fully and then opened her eyes. Realizing that with the covers off of her and her night gown in the position that it was, she was fully exposed and in view of anyone who wanted to see her, she immediately pulled her night gown down to cover her exposed crotch while she looked over at Karen to see if she had seen.
Karen was biting on her lower lip and turning a strange color as she looked into Janet’s eyes. “I’m sorry for staring at you like that,” Karen suddenly burst out, “but I thought that you looked beautiful. I’ve never seen anybody’s private area before, not like that anyway, and I just had to look. I hope you don’t mind but I just HAD to look.”
Janet was taken completely by surprise and didn’t know what to say, so she said, “No, its okay I guess. I mean what did you see anyway?”
Now it was Karen’s turn to be surprised. She though for a second then said, “I was looking at your private area; you know your pubic area, your labia lips, your pussy.”
Janet turned a bright color of red and she asked, “Why did you want to see that for?”
“I don’t know, I just had an urge to see it,” she answered, gathering control of the situation. “Do you mind that I wanted to see you down there?”
After thinking for a second, she slowly answered, “I guess not.”
Karen slowly lowered her gaze back down to Janet’s crotch area as she moved her hand to the hem of the night gown. As she moved it back up to a point where she saw the hair between her legs, Janet eyes got bigger as she realized what Karen was about to do. As she felt her night gown brush over her abdomen, she closed her eyes and let out a slight sigh and she relented to her friend.
Karen was on a mission by this time; a previously unknown mission but she was determined to see, touch and fondle her best friend Janet in the most inappropriate ways. Her breath quickened as she reached for and touched the hairy little lips that hid Janet’s most secret treasures. The first contact was soft, just barely touching the pubic hair but it was like a shock to Janet. She twitched away from the contact as she moved her hips out of reflex from the stimulus. After she had settled down a little, she slowly spread her legs and loweed her hips back down in an inviting way.
Janet’s acquiescence spurred Karen on as she touched the hairy mound again but a little harder this time. With her fingers, she probed between the lips and slid her middle finger up Janet’s slit to her clitoris where she stopped to explore just a little. Hitting right on the sensitive node, Janet stuttered and moaned a little and then clamped her legs shut around Karen’s exploring finger. As she relaxed again, she separated her legs even further and raised her hips in a seductive little hump to make contact once again with the probing little digit. This time when they made contact, Janet cried out with enthusiasm as Karen put pressure on her hooded nubbin.
“Oh my God,” whispered Janet to anyone who was listening. “Oh Karen, I love for you to touch me down there. It makes me feel so, so, naughty and stuff. Can you touch me even harder?”
“How’s that,” Karen asked, complying with the request.
“OH MY GOD,” she shrieked, unaware of the volume of her cry.
“Shush,” Karen warned her in an attempt to stifle Janet’s vocal enthusiasm. “Not too loud.”
“I’m sorry,” she patted, “but you’re driving me crazy. Please don’t stop, please you’re making me all wet and crazy and stuff and I don’t want you to stop.”
Karen repeated her caressing stroke right over her friend’s quivering clitoris again and again and this time Janet bit down on her tongue in an effort to keep it quiet, but she whispered again, “Oh God, what’s happening to me. You’re making me feel all warm and I think I’m going to climax.”
As Karen continued to stroke where Janet wanted her to, Janet was riding a wave of ecstasy that was about to crest on the shores of desire and when Karen inserted a finger into her opening and pressed forward until it was buried up to the hilt, Janet suddenly held her breath and tightened up every muscle on her stimulated body. She tried to extend her orgasm out as long as she could but after a bit, she could take it no longer and released herself into a gyrating, convulsive mass of movement indicating the power of her climax.
Finally she was released from the trawls of passion and she started to breathe a bit more normally as she relaxed her muscles all over her body. She fell into a state of afterglow and relaxed her vice grip legs from around Karen’s fingers buried deep within her vagina. As Karen removed her sloppy wet digit from between Janet’s legs, Karen instinctively raised it to her nose and smelled the fresh aroma of womanly love juice that coated her finger. It was a wonderful smell, one that Karen would not soon forget.
Martha sat out by the pool on a chaise lounge, relaxing with her eyes shut in a dreamy sort of relaxation that most people cherish. It was no exception with Martha as her thoughts went over and over every part of the sight she had seen last night when Pancho came out of the shower. Did he see her sitting in the shadows? If he did, did he lower his towel just for her? Did she really see his penis? Was he really aroused? My gosh it looked so big. She wondered if it was always that big. She was eighteen years old and this was the first real man’s penis she had seen and she was anxious to see one again.
She was wearing a front buttoned, sleeveless sundress as she sat trying to catch some morning sun on her lily white legs. She hadn’t brought a swim suit; her mother told her it would be inappropriate for a girl to be seen wearing one of those things, and she didn’t want to wear shorts again today so she had opted for wearing this sundress. As she sat there in the sun with the dress hiked up high on her thighs, she continued to think about what she saw last night and the more she thought about it the more questions she had.
About 10 AM, the “Bobbsey Twins” made an appearance fresh from their little secret session; both red faced and anxious to know if anyone had heard them. Martha had obviously not heard them at all and there was no word of Betty at this hour. So with a sense of relief, they settle down to eat their breakfast and decide what they were going to do this wonderful day. They brought their bowls out onto the pool deck to join Martha in deciding their day’s activities, when Betty staggered out of the house, shading her eyes from the glaring sun.
“God, I’m hung over,” she flatly stated. “I’ve never been this hung over in my life. Why didn’t someone stop me from drinking so much? Some friends you all turned out to be,” she said to them all.
The two girls laughed at her poor excuses and Martha just grinned and bit her tongue. Betty went on with, “Did I fall into the pool? I seem to remember falling into the pool and everybody having to pull me out. And something about helping me upstairs and, ah…oh my god! I didn’t take my swim suit off in front of Allen did I? Tell me I didn’t,” she asked everyone.
The girls gave her the news that her memory was correct and she was mortified. She all of a sudden stated, “Well good, now he knows how I feel about him, so now all I’ve got to do is follow up on it. Yeah, that’s all I have to do,” she said, letting her voice fall away to nothing.
The general consensus was to stay pretty close to home that day and try to recover from the events of last night. Karen was more concerned about the event of this morning and hoped that she would have some time to be alone with Janet again. They had more to discuss and hopefully explore between the two of them and she was anxious to get started. Betty just wanted some peace and quiet and to be alone with her thoughts of how to get Allen to take her to bed and Martha thoughts were on Pancho and his actions of last night.
At around 4 in the afternoon, Pancho came in through the house, sticky wet with perspiration. He ripping off his tee shirt and kicked off his sandals as he strolled to the pool. His 170 pound body glistened in the sunshine and he dove into the pool and doing a “dead man’s” float, he let the cool water soak into his hot muscular body. Martha watched with excitement as he continued to lie there face down in the water until in one violent move, he stood up, whipped his head around, throwing his long bushy blond hair across his face and spitting out the water he had taken into his mouth. As he cleared the hair from his eyes, he let out a sigh and swam to the side of the pool where Martha was watching.
He grabbed the side and hoisted himself out of the pool as his cutoffs got pulled down around his hips exposing the band of his underwear to Martha. They were Haines and as he came to his feet, his firm trim abdomen gave way to the sight of the crotch of his cutoffs clinging to his skin and there was no doubt about the size of his penis. It was there in outline form on display for everyone to see and it clung to the side of his leg. Martha drew in her breath as she continued to stare at it. Her stare did not go un-noticed by Pancho and he grinned to himself as he walked to his pool house to change.
Martha was flush with a strange feeling emanating from between her legs. She recognized the feeling that she had experienced once before when she observed one of the bulls on the farm mounting a cow. She didn’t know what it meant but she loved the feeling and wanted to experience it again. She watched as the door closed and as she closed her eyes and dropped her head back down on the chaise; her mind went to wondering what Pancho looked like right at that moment in the shower.
Later that evening after Allen made his appearance from work, they all ate the dinner Betty had supervised everyone in making and were settling down around the pool to sit and talk about their day. It was a short discussion since no one had that great of a day so when Allen got up to get himself a beer, only Pancho went with him to the refrigerator.
Pancho told Allen in a slightly hushed voice, “I think Martha kind of likes me,”
“Oh yeah, what makes you thing so?” asked his friend.
“I don’t know, just the way she follows me with her eyes. And, last night after I got out of the shower and went to close my door, I had the strangest feeling someone was spying on me. I think it was little shy Martha, getting her kicks. So I flashed her big as shit, you know the full Monte. And then today when I got home I jumped into the pool to cool down and when I got out, I caught her staring right at my cock, I mean right at it. I think I’ll see if I’m imagining anything tonight,” Pancho explain.
“So why are you telling me all this? Do you want my approval or something?” he asked.
“Well, yeah, I guess I do. It is your job here to act as a chaperone you know and I didn’t want to get you into any trouble or anything,” Pancho told him.
“Hey, everyone’s eighteen aren’t they and I can’t be everywhere at once can I and besides, I’ve got problems of my own,” Allen shared with his buddy.
“What sort of problems?” he asked.
“Betty’s got the hots for me. I think she wants to jump my bones,” he said with a little discuss in his voice.
“Oh boy Allen, it is definitely too much information, Buddy. Good luck with that one,” Pancho said walking back outside taking a drink from his beer.
He walked up to Martha and asked her if she would like to take a walk on the beach in the sunset. His question startled her but she answered okay as she took his hand and blushing all the way out to the beach. He wondered just how far to take this little experiment but he had decided that she had started the flirtation and he would see just how far she wanted it to go.
The girls watched as Pancho and Martha made their exit from the pool area of the house and looked at each other. They both got flushed in the face and without saying a word, got up and wandered into the house. Once inside, they glanced around to see if anyone was watching and one at a time ascended to the stairs to their room.
Allen came back out of the house fresh from relieving himself in the downstairs bathroom and wandered out onto the pool area only to find himself alone with Betty. He hesitated a bit but finally grinned and took a seat right next to her.
“So, what’s up?” he offered.
“I want to talk with you about something,” said Betty taking charge as usual. “Allen, do you find me the least bit attractive?”
Her boldness came as no surprise to Allen, having known her for over two years, but the frankness of the question took him off guard anyway. “Betty,” he started, “I think you are an intelligent…”
“Cut the shit, Allen and answer my question. Do you find me the least bit attractive?” she repeated.
“Honestly, Betty, no you’re not my type,” he said finally.
“Oh that’s too bad because I was hoping that you would at least like me a little bit when you’re making love to me. I mean; all I would have to say is that you molested me while we were alone and fight as I might you took advantage of me and raped me right in your own bed. Now I’m sure that my father would be very understanding and agree with you that you had no such intentions since I wasn’t your type and all and I’m sure that he wouldn’t press charges against you but I think he would hesitate keeping an employee around who just might have raped his daughter, his only daughter,” she explained.
“Would you fabricate such a story, Betty?” Allen earnestly asked the girl.
“In a heart beat!” she spat out the answer.
“And what assurance do I have that you won’t tell him that story if I do make love to you” I asked.
“None, but at least your chances are better than if you refuse,” she said with a satisfied grin on her face.
“Well, I’ll have to think about that for awhile,” I tried to stall the inevitable.
“You want to think about fucking a girl? Do I really turn you off that much?” she shrieked, breaking out into tears. “You’re a bastard Allen! You son-of-a-bitch, you can turn even a fat girl into jelly and make her feel like a pile of shit all at the same time while you just sit there. I hate you!” she spat her venom at him through clinched teeth.
Now it was his turn to feel bad. Boy had he ever blown it this time. He was never any good at knowing what to say or how to handle situations. But how in the hell did he let himself get involved in this. And more importantly, how was he going to get himself out of it.
Pancho and Martha walked along the beach as the sun set over the mountain tops to their right. They walked in silence for a while and then Pancho asked her, “Were you a classmate of Betty’s?”
“Yes, we went to the same school but I didn’t know Betty that well. I didn’t know any of her friends that well that she invited down here. But she was in one of my classes this spring and we kind of became friends and, well, she invited me to come down here after graduation,” she explained.
“Oh I see,” Pancho said. “Well, what do think of her, personality wise, that is?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I can see where she kind of pushy but I think that I like her, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah, she is kind of pushy like you said and kind of a know-it-all,” he responded.
They fell into another period of silence as they walked along. After a moment or two, Pancho asked, “Did you happen to be out by the pool last night after everyone had gone into the house?”
The question came as a bolt of lightning to Martha. She didn’t know how to respond but she couldn’t tell a lie so she answered shyly, “Yes I was.”
“And did you see me when I closed my door to the pool house?”
Her voice left her as she mumbled, “Ah huh.”
“Did you like what you saw?” he probed.
She stopped and looked up at him. The sun had set and it was getting dark but her eyes bore into his with penetrating fear. She kind of gulped and replied, “I don’t know. That was the first time I’ve ever seen a man’s, ah, you know,” and she looked back down to the sand beneath their feet.
He reached with his hand down to caress her cheek and she rubbed into his touch and slowly turned her face up towards him. He put his arm around her and pulled her into his body and lowered his mouth down to give a tender, warm kiss. She responded by moving her mouth upward to meet his lips and they kissed their first kiss.
As their lips met, she thought about the act of kissing, since this was the first real kiss she ever had with a guy. The sensation was unexpectedly wonderful and she liked it very much, in fact she suddenly couldn’t get enough of his lips and she mashed her lips into his with such force that he pulled her closer with both arms and jammed his crotch into hers. Suddenly she could feel his erection start to rise up towards her stomach and that feeling deep between her legs started to grow in intensity. She kissed him harder as his hands started to roam all over her back.
When they broke the kiss off and separated their bodies, she looked up into his eyes with a questioning look as if to ask his, “What’s next?” He smiled at her, took her by the hand and turned to walk back the way they had come; back towards to house. She could feel the moisture that had developed between her legs and she wondered if he could smell it.
As Karen walked into the bedroom that Janet had entered a few seconds before, she looked at her friend right in the eyes; seeking an answer to her question. All that she saw was a look of excitement and acceptance, so she went up to her and placed her hands on Janet’s shoulders. Still looking directly into her eyes, Karen asked, “Are we really going to do this?”
Janet said, “I want to. Do you want to?”
Karen just smiled and leaned forward and brought her lips to Janet’s and kissed her sensuously for the longest time. After backing away from her but still looking into Janet’s eyes, Karen moved her hands down to the hem of Janet’s tee shirt and started to pull it off. As it rose above her bra and over her head, Janet gave a shy little grin and kind of scrunched her shoulders in an innocent sort of way, indicating to Karen that she was unsure of what she was doing. But Janet had totally turning herself over to Karen’s wishes, as Karen saw her acquiesce and took control of the opportunity.
“Why do girls always have to cry,” Allen said. “I can’t stand it when girls start crying. Come on over here and let me try to explain,” he opened up his arms in an invitation to join him on the pool love seat. Betty was crying as she cuddled next to his shoulder and he began to talk. “Betty, its not that I don’t like you or think that you are unattractive or anything, it’s just that I don’t think we should intimate in the way you think we should. My feeling have no baring on your looks or the way you act. I work for your father. Therefore, I shouldn’t mess around with his daughter. End of story, that’s it.”
Betty looked up into Allen’s eyes and said, “Cut the shit, Allen. You’d be all over me if I was 105 pounds and beautiful, but I’m not am I? I know I’m a fat obnoxious bitch but I have feelings damn it and I have feelings for you. Why can’t you understand that? All I ask is that you give me a shot. Just one chance, you’ll see.”
Allen though for a second about what she said and then said, “Okay. You want a shot; I’ll give you a shot. I’ll do anything you want me to do to you. You want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you. You want me to feel you up, then I’ll feel you up. Go ahead, what do you want me to do?” he asked in all sincerity.
She was shocked by his response, she hadn’t expected it. Now the ball was in her court and she didn’t know what to do. After thinking for a moment, she got up, took his hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom. She was not going to miss her chance.
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