DEAR NIFTY READERS,
This is a story about the sexual awakening of a young woman. If you either: A) aren't into that, B) aren't old enough to be reading it, or C) can't read, you should really stop here. If you liked (or hated) this story, drop us a line at ybother1122@yahoo.com. Don't take anything you read here too seriously, I certainly didn't.
The girls were late, and the mistress of the house looked less than pleased. By the time they arrived at the Maas home, dinner preparations were nearly completed, and the help were placing a dozen place settings in the dining room, amid the pale green and white foliage which decorated the table.
Already dinner guests had begun to arrive and were drinking liquor and lounging throughout the house.
"Solique, what took you two so long?" demanded Sabine, but the words were barely out her mouth when Denise swept into the foyer, and grabbed Heather by the arm.
"I'll take her upstairs and show her to her room and shower," she said, and with a tug at Solique's wrap skirt, offered a nonverbal invitation to join them upstairs and spare herself a scolding.
Denise showed Heather to one of the guest rooms, and if she had the time, she would have been impressed with the space. But there were only 21 minutes left until Sabine would expect them all downstairs.
"Into the shower, both of you," Denise directed the girls, and obediently the scurried to the bathroom in Heather's suite, and together stepped into the shower beside the large sunken tub.
There was no time to enjoy the steam and soap and water running over their bodies. Heather watched the shampoo leave a trail over Solique's lovely tanned body and collect on her erect nipples, and she wanted badly to run her hands over the girl's slippery soapy ass, but she was jolted back to reality when she heard Denise yelling from the bedroom. Hurry, she said. Stop playing around in the shower.
When they got out, Denise had already laid out Heather's new dress, dressy sandals and platinum jewelry, and a dress and accessories she pulled out of one of the other guest room, where Solique would stay whenever Sabine's guest list required her to.
Without a word, Denise helped the girls with their hair and zippers and jewelry, and when they made their way back downstairs, no one would have ever known they had been late.
Heather's foot was still on the bottom step of the stairway when Jaime handed her a glass of white wine.
"Oh no, I don't drink," she told him.
"Everyone drinks here," he said, handing her one glass and Solique the other, then turned and walked away.
Heather looked at Solique, shrugged and lifted the glass to her lips.
Heather was unfamiliar with wine, and the first glass left a squeaky feeling on her tongue. But by the time she sat down at the table in the long white dining room, her glass had been refilled, and she was already acquiring a taste for it.
Exhaustion and jetlag were taking a toll on Heather, and she felt little like eating. She nibbled at mussels during the first course and picked at fish and breads and vegetables, but barely ate anything, opting instead to sip on her wine.
She sipped and nodded and listened to conversation going on around her. She barely understood a word anyone was saying, even though they all spoke English with varying levels of skill. Heather laughed when the admiral told a joke, but only because everyone else laughed. And when the blonde actress with the short spiky hair began telling a story, Heather looked at her and nodded, as if it were the most interesting and sad story she'd ever heard, but she didn't understand any of it. Something about her mother's illness. Her last words. Never forgave her. Something something blah blah.
With each course, she was ready for a refill, and by the time she finished her salad, and was ready for dessert, her head felt like it was floating, and she was having trouble speaking, not that she'd done much of that since she walked in the front door.
She had completely zoned out until she saw the trail of white gauze fabric trailing behind her hostess, and Sabine headed into the great room with the ocean view Heather had not noticed until that moment.
The sun had long since set, but the moonlight struck white sand and big dark water, and Heather could see hundreds of yards down the beach. The alcohol had taken over and Heather needed air, and she needed it immediately. She stepped out onto the gray slate patio into the warm breeze which took away most of the humidity that was earlier that day nearly unbearable.
Just behind her, inside the house, the rest of the guests were laughing and drinking wine and lighting cigarettes. Heather caught a whiff of sweet skunky smoke she'd only smelled once before at a party -- the only party to which she'd been invited since she started high school. Music fell out of the open windows -- a blend of guitars and wooden flutes and harmonious voices, and as soon as it landed on her ears her body responded and she swayed in the night breeze.
The voices and laughter had disappeared in the music and Heather was completely alone until she felt hands tug at the long braid down her back. She jumped and turned quickly to see Solique laughing, nearly falling over as she untied Heather's neat plait and loosened the thick strands, letting them fall on her shoulders.
"There, isn't that better?" Solique asked.
Jaime followed Solique outside, and Heather watched as he approached her friend from behind. When he reached Solique she wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her bare neck.
"Ohhhhh," Solique said with feigned shock. "That had better be someone sexy or someone is getting a black eye." The two of them laughed and embraced and stumbled over each other. They had drunk more than their share of wine, too.
"Let's get out of here," said Solique, grabbing Heather's hand and pulling her out onto the sand. The trio left footsteps along the beach, the trail veering left and right. They laughed at nothing and everything, and stopped at the water, just barely within view of the house.
As if they already established the skinny-dipping ritual, Jaime and Solique began peeling off their clothing, leaving the pants, dress, shoes and shirt in a heap on the sand. Any of Heather's remaining inhibitions had been washed away by wine and she wriggled her way out of her new dress and panties, and left them on top of the pile. Not until she was nude did she realize the weight and coolness of the chunky jewelry against her wrists and neck.
She ran toward the water and joined her friends as they splashed and dove into the warm sparkling waves.
They played at playfulness. Lust was only thinly veiled by mock innocence. A tug on Heather's arm brought her close enough to Jaime to brush her cool buttocks across his half-hard erection. When he splashed at the girls, he offered them an excuse to cling to each other, rubbing their breasts against the others'. Hands accidentally roamed over bare spines and wet thighs and asses.
Heather continued to splash and giggle, even as Jaime and Solique fell into each other. His hands roamed over her body as if he knew her well. She responded so quickly and passionately to his long kisses that Heather realized they had known each other intimately for some time.
She stopped splashing, and stood perfectly still against the tide. She felt something sting inside -- was it jealousy? If it was, she couldn't determine who was making her jealous. Perhaps it was the girl to whom she had made love in a dressing room earlier that day. But then again maybe it was for the beautiful boy who caught her eye and flirted with her during the soup course.
She watched them and felt salty tears in her eyes, at the same time she felt her breath grow more rapid. Their heat was contagious, and despite the sting, watching them was arousing her sex and making her feel warm. Her hands crept down to touch her swelling lips and she felt her neck grow hot. She was sure that even in the moonlight her blush must be noticeable.
Solique and Jaime stopped and at the same time looked toward Heather.
"Awwww," Solique said. "You need some of this too, don't you?" She held out one arm, waiting for Heather to come close enough for her to wrap her in it.
There in the water the three of them exchanged kisses and long lingering strokes. Heather's knees buckled under her and Solique and Jaime supported her weight, keeping her from falling into the water.
"I think someone needs to lie down," Jaime said, flashing a wide, bright smile.
They made their way to the beach and lay down on the sand, side by side, staring up toward the black, star-speckled sky.
Solique leaned over Heather, and kissed Heather's mouth, long and hard. She ran the sandy palm of her hand over Heather's breasts. The smooth skin met with rough sand, the sensation even more arousing with Heather's dizzy buzz.
Solique spent little time before kneeling between Heather's legs, licking and lapping at her swelling folds. Her tongue worked against Heather's clit, and Heather raised her hips from the cool sand, to push herself harder against Solique's face. From the corner of her eye, she saw Jaime, his erection full and impressive. He crawled toward Heather and kissed her mouth. He tasted like wine and the smoke from one after-dinner cigarette. Heather breathed him in, and arched her back when his hands kneaded her breasts. She wanted them both to just melt into her.
Her moans turned to whimpers, and then to screams as she neared climax. Then Solique stopped. Heather cried, "No, no, no, don't stop! Please don't stop." She wiggled and her legs shook violently, like those of a toddler in the throes of a tantrum.
"Heather, you need something else right now. Settle down, lover," Solique said, with a laugh that further infuriated Heather.
Before she could get too whiny, Jaime was on top of her, his thick turgid member pressing against her, then sliding slowly inside her.
He was whispering something, but she could barely hear him over her own moans. Oh, so nice and tight. Such a sweet pussy. Nice wet tight pussy. You love my cock inside you, don't you? Such a beautiful woman, aren't you?
The more he murmured in her ear, the more she wanted her entire body to pull him inside her. She could not press hard enough against his hard chest. She could not wrap her legs tight enough around his waist to pull him close enough. She wanted all of him. It was so different than her only other time with a man. She felt the tension building in her gut and radiating throughout her body, until ever muscle, every inch of skin, made her feel like she could explode.
She didn't realize she was screaming his name at the moment her entire body shivered and shook in one ecstatic release. She stroked his back and kept pressing against Jaime's body as he continued to thrust inside her. He startled her in the moment before his orgasm, his cock harder and pushing so deep inside her it hurt, but she begged him not to stop. Jaime, oh Jaime, yes, yes, yes. Don't stop. Then came his moan and a near-shout as his body released a burst of tension and wet white heat inside her.
Jaime rolled off Heather and landed flat on his back on the sand. Solique had not even let his breathing return to its normal pace when she positioned herself over the top of his still-erect cock.
"Ready for another?" she asked, knowing he would say he was. She lowered herself onto Jaime, who was again just as hard as he was before he fucked Heather. His hands on her waist, he pulled her down harder onto his cock, and Solique's hands pulled at her own breasts and nipples as she arched and rocked hard against him.
But watching them now, Heather didn't feel the sting. She felt as she watched them that she had never seen two people more beautiful, and she thought she could fall in love with both of them right at that moment.
She looked away for just a moment, only to notice the small group of observers who had gathered on Sabine Maas's patio. She wondered how long they had been there, until she decided she really didn't care. She was in Heaven, after all.
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