I still remember Anne’s outburst at her first meeting. “Damn you!” she
screamed. “Don’t you understand? Janet and I,” she sobbed, “Janet and
I shared all the same lovers.” She paused for a ragged breath. “How
can I make you understand? See these rings?” She ran her finger over
the arc of rings in one ear. “Janet and I had this deal. Everytime we
had a new guy, we’d put in a new pair of earrings, one ring for each of
us. Now she’s got AIDS, damn it, but I didn’t run away from her, I ran
away from all of our lovers! Janet I could face, I couldn’t face all the
guys!”

She was proud of her body, and she took care of it. From her wavy
brown hair that feathered lightly in the breeze, to her long,
beautiful legs that drew appreciative glances, she was happy with
the way she looked. She was proud of her flat stomach, and firm
breasts. Her nipples were large, and she loved how they drew a
man’s attention when they poked through her blouse. Or in this
case, her bikini top.

Laying in the hot sun, she worked a little more sunscreen into
her brown shoulder, and turned up her radio.

She was alone that day. Actually, she wasn’t planning to be. Two
days prior, she had broken up with her boyfriend over a petty
thing. She knew that they’d probably work it out, but she
understood that they needed this time apart now. So she came to
the beach anyway, not expecting anything.

She lay back on her towel, wishing that she and her boyfriend
were there together, his arms around her, putting lotion on her
skin. Her hands gently carassed her tummy, and she suddenly
realized that she was hornier than she thought.

About a hundred yards away, a man was playing with a dog. She had
seen them when she drove in and set up on the beach. She
recogmized the dog, it was owned by one of the summer people who
owned a nearby cabin. She looked up at the cabin, but didn’t see
their car. She looked back down by the water’s edge.

He was a nice looking man, not a body builder, but you could tell
he was strong, and had control of his body. He was sporting a
summer tan, but you could tell that laying on beach wasn’t his
style. He appeared very relaxed, laughing and throwing a stick
for the dog to chase. She noticed that he had a wonderful smile.

She felt a little hornier.

Time passed and she listened to her radio. She was dozing in the
sun when she suddenly felt a wet tongue on her face. She started,
looked up and before her stood a muddy, familiar face. Hairy,
tongue lolling out, it barked at her playfully.

“Hey, geez, I’m really sorry about that, miss, let me get him
away from you.” Then sterner, “Hey, get away from her – move!”

“Oh, it’s OK, don’t worry about it…”

“Are you allright,” he asked looking in her eyes.

“Yes, I’m fine..really.”

“I’m sorry he startled you, he’s just friendly.”

“Yes, I’ve seen him before.” Then before she realized she was
saying anything else, she said “But I’ve never seen you before,
have I?”

“No, you haven’t. I’m up from North Carolina, visiting my
grandparents. They own that cabin over there.”

Where the dog lives, she thought. Maybe it was the sun, but later
she decided it was the loneliness of not having her boyfriend
around. She said, “Want to go for a swim?”

“Sure!” He smiled again, wider. Boy, I love that smile, she
thought.

They swam and played together in the water. They were both good
swimmers, and the water was warm. She slapped him and laughing,
he chased her around the beach, the dog yapping and following. He
caught her and held her, while the waves crashed down around
them.

The afternoon went on. He invited her up to the house for a drink
of something cold. When she accepted, she wasn’t even surprised.
She was beginning to feel very turned on to this polite man with
the nice smile.

He made them milkshakes, strawberry, and they sat on the deck,
looking out at the ocean. While she toweled dry and put on a
bathrobe, he went down and collected her things from the beach.
He told her about his work, and listened to her relate her
experiences in law school. He was very funny, but with a
sarcastic wit, not a comedian. He obviously wasn’t trying to
impress her. And she loved that even more.

So she wasn’t surprised when she accepted his invitation to
dinner. He suggested she shower and change while he prepared it.
She got her clothes from her car and went into the bathroom.
Although she didn’t lock the door, he did not come to her then.
But she wanted him too, badly. When she was done she came into
the kitchen, and found he was just about finished. The table near
the large glass window was all set, and the salads were waiting.
He offered her wine, which she accepted.

The food was good, and the laughter was real. She wanted him
badly, and she knew she would have him, but for now, she was
enjoying herself. This was a totally pressureless evening, no
tension between them.

When they were sitting on the couch, looking at a fire he had
set, she went to him. She took his face in her hands and looked
him in the eyes. “I want to make love to you.” He smiled again,
and she melted. He did not speak at all, but instead picked her
up and carried her outside onto the white beach. The stars were
moving above them and a warm breeze moved their hair as he slowly
undid the buttons on her shirt. She undid her own pants and
pushed them down, and undid his pants as he removed his sweater.
She was wearing no bra, so her breasts came to light as soon as
he removed her shirt, her nipples went hard and stuck straight
up, begging. She moaned softly, and pressed herself against him,
she pushed down on his pants and freed him. She held him, and
moaned as he grew larger in her grip. He cupped her breasts, his
thumbs over her nipples, while he kissed her neck and face.
Naked, they stood there, sliding their hands over skin and muscle
building their desire. She began to sink lower, lower, until her
mouth took his penis. She slid her tongue around the head and up
and down his length. She could hear his moans, and she worked
faster, taking him deep inside and then almost all the way out,
showing him what she would like done later. He fell to his knees
and pulled her to him, lifting her up slowly, so that his face
was near her breasts. He sucked her nipples until they hardened,
and then lightly teased them with his cheek. Not speaking, she
lay back in the sand, still warm from the sun of the day and
opened her legs. She was expecting him to enter her then, she
wanted him to enter her then, but he had a better idea. He
started at her feet, and kissed her legs all the way up to her
inner thighs, and then kissed around her swollen mound. She was
moaning with pleasure as he gently kissed and sucked her, his
tongue laving her mons until she could no longer stand it.

She pulled him up onto her, and he was in her. She cried out with
the pleasure of penetration. He was so big! They moved together,
at first, slowly, but as time went on they got faster, harder, in
and almost out again and again. Breathing in lurge gulps of air,
their bellys slapping, and the sand. All the sand mixing with
their sweat. She came twice, a small one and then as he came in a
gush, a second, stronger. They lay together, staring up at the
stars in heaven, naked to the world. She cuddled close to his
warmth and he held her tight.

They showered together, and she dressed. She had to leave, and he
was to be leaving for North Carolina the next day. Her life would
go on, and so would his, but she would always remember that night
with a special guy with a great smile and making love on the
beach. She kissed him long and hard, and drove off. She felt no
regret, only a good feeling inside. A satisfied feeling.

And, of course, she would come back next summer.

It seemed like seconds later that I was being shaken awake. It was Jenny
dressed in her pajama top. It was still dark outside so I mumbled something
about what the hell…?

“Sweetheart, I was just thinking and I felt guilty about making you sleep on
this uncomfortable couch.” she whispered. I was too tired to be uncomfortable
but was wondering what she was talking about. “Why don’t you come sleep with
us in Alyssa’s bed? It’s big enough.”

Now I was fully awake and none too happy. Spending the night next to that
luscious body and unable to do anything about it would not be great fun. But
Jenny finally talked me into. My resistance is very low when I’m pooped.

Jenny took me by the hand and led me into the darkened bedroom. I started to
crawl into bed and she said “You’re not going to sleep in your clothes, are
you?”

True enough, out in the front room I had just kicked off my shoes before
laying down. Gee, thanks, honey. It’s gonna be hard enough sleeping next to
Alyssa as it is. I wondered if Jenny was trying to get me back for something I
did or said during the day with this torture. I turned to where Alyssa was
laying and said, “Does this bother you at all?”

“Oh, no.” she replied “Jenny said you could be trusted.”

Jeez. something very funny was going on here but I decided it might be to my
advantage to play it through. So I stripped down to my shorts and climbed into
bed. Jenny got in after me and there I was with a woman on each side of me. I
guess things weren’t that bad after all. I put an arm around Jenny’s shoulders
and kissed her and told Alyssa goodnight.

Not that it was going to be that easy to sleep. The bed wasn’t *that* big and
both of the girls were pressed pretty tight against me. Jenny was cuddling me
on my left in the nightshirt and Alyssa’s warm body pressed against me on the
right and while I did’t dare find out for sure, I could have sworn she wasn’t
wearing anything. All I could feel was bare flesh pressing against mine. It
wasn’t going to be a very restful night after all, especially since I was
sporting a raging hard-on.

Banging Becky Sweet Like Candy

The
old fool came running every year to spoil his young wife with the most
expensive items that could be found in the Chadwick Jewelry store, where
James had been the junior executive for 5 years now. The lady was at least
30 years younger than the lord, and James had felt his mouth watering the
few times he had seen her. She was enjoying the life of the rich and famous
at the cost of her youth. He regarded the old nobleman as he, quietly
humming, strutted around the exquisitely decorated shop, examining the
stones. The bell rang again. James’ interest in the lord dropped immediately
the second he looked at the new customer. A young woman, not a day past 24,
entered the sunlit shop. She was wearing an expensive, low-cut dress and
carried a white purse. She stepped up to the counter, where James sent her
a genuine smile as he tried to examine her figure in a not too obvious way.
“Good morning, miss”, he greeted her warmly. She was exceedingly beatuiful,
her blonde hair hanging loose to her shoulders, her green eyes smiling and
her large breasts struggling to escape the tight dress.