Waves slowly approached the beach and rolled onto the sand at their feet. The cool ocean water chilled the sand, counteracting the heating effects of the sun. Carmen and Vincent wandered randomly along the beach, first warming their feet in the sun-baked sand, then veering back into the cool surf. The breeze blew in from the ocean keeping the air fresh with the soft smell of salt water.
Brushing back her soft brown hair, Carmen looked down at the spent wave slinking back into the ocean. “I don’t know,” she said. “Sometimes I miss my father, but other times, I feel like he’s not really gone.”
“That doesn’t make any sense, Carmen,” Vincent observed.
“It’s just hard to explain. I mean, I miss knowing he was there, always keeping an eye out for me,” she continued. “And yet, I have this feeling as though he still lives. Maybe that’s why I feel like I haven’t cried as much as everyone else has.”
“I’m sure you’ve cried your share,” Vincent offered in support.
“Oh, I have cried. Trust me. ... I just have this feeling that a daughter should cry more after losing her father.”
“There are no set ‘grieving guidelines’ for this, Carmen. Everyone has a different grieving process,” he said. He reached out for her hand. Slipping her hand underneath his, she turned her head and shot him an appreciative smile as they continued walking. “It’s been three months. Who knows, maybe it will hit you later. Or, maybe you won’t realize it until something really jogs an old memory. And then, watch out for the water works!” he teased her, pushing his hand that held hers against her hip. Carmen smiled, and giggled just a bit before she pushed his hand back at him, playfully hitting him in the thigh. His attempt at levity had succeeded.
“Well, I’m sure it will all make sense after some time. It has only been a few months,” she agreed. “What about you? What have you been doing for the past couple of months? I haven’t seen much of you since the funeral.”
Vincent looked up to the beach houses and let out a loud sigh. He had no intention of getting into a discussion about work during this weekend, so he did his best to stall and avoided saying too much. It was bad enough that he worked for another family, but this wasn’t supposed to be a ‘working weekend’.
“Oh, just busy with work, you know...” he finally said, looking far off into horizon. “I’m really sorry I haven’t had much time to spend with you. And I really wish I could have been there to see you walk at graduation. Not many people from our neighborhood graduate from college. How did it go?” He hoped his effort to change the subject was successful.
“Oh, it was fine. You didn’t miss much. Mother and Anthony were there. The party was a good time; you should have come to that. I got a lot of money from the family and a lot of Dad’s friends,” she trailed off after mentioning her dad again.
“Yeah, I’m just glad you invited me to this getaway and that I was able to make it,” he said graciously, very glad that he was able to get her talking about something else.
“Well, I thought you’d like it.” She perked up and looked at him, smiling.
“How’s the new job?” he asked her.
“It’s not exactly ‘new’,” she responded. “I interned with Foster and Gregg for two years and I spent most of my last semester doing the same thing I’m doing now, so it’s not as if I just started there. I’m the only executive level female they’ve hired in 2 years.”
“What, Title IX hasn’t hit Wall Street yet?” Vincent joked.
Carmen laughed a little. “Ehhhh, not quite,” she said, smiling. “You have to earn it,” she said.
The couple continued their chat until they found themselves at the ramp leading up to Matty’s party. Matty had a relative who wasn’t connected, but had more than enough money to afford a beach house. Matty threw these parties once or twice a summer, or whenever he felt as though it would help his stature within the family. It was finally warm and Carmen had graduated, so he thought it was the perfect time for one. Everyone was accustomed to a house about a mile up the beach Matty used to rent every summer, but he’d been burning through the trust fund his parents left him far too quickly. Now, he had to resort to begging his uncle to borrow the beach house for the weekend.
Carmen and Vincent let loose their hands and started to walk the ramp.
The white bikini top twirled through the air and landed against the wall of the master bedroom. The now-topless owner giggled playfully as she stood across the room from Matty, holding her left arm against her breasts.
“Oh, you really are a playful one, aren’t you?” Matty said to her. He slowly strolled toward her after he shut the door. At the same pace he approached, she backed away from him teasingly, giggling the whole way.
“Aw, now come on,” he half-begged. “I told you I was going to show you why they call me ‘Mule’; don’t you want find out?”
She let out a louder laugh, still backing up and reaching behind her to feel for the windows she knew she was closing in on. The floor-to-ceiling windows faced the beach and allowed the whole bedroom to be drenched in sunlight in the morning. She felt the cool glass on her hand and leaned back against the window. She stared down Matty as he approached. The mimosas, beer and vodka she and her friends had been downing all afternoon coursed through her system. She and her girlfriends were partying on their own little section of the sand down the beach when this group of guys walked by and invited them to join a ‘real’ party. The rest of her friends were either out by the pool or in the living room playing with the stereo, but she had attracted a lot of attention from the one they called Matty. He’d been near her, talking to her, and touching her all afternoon. Finally, he mentioned his nickname and suggested they ‘take it upstairs’. With all the drinking she had done, and all of the glances she had snuck at his trunks when he walked, she wasn’t about to say ‘no’.
She literally ran up the stairs ahead of him. The minute she walked through the door, she threw her top off and started looking for the best place to have him take her.
Matty approached her at the window and she lowered her arm, placing both hands against the glass. Her chest heaved with every breath as she pressed back. Matty fixated on her now exposed breasts and stepped closer. She bit her lower lip when Matty raised his hands to fondle her.
He never averted his gaze as he neared her. His hand reached out and dug into her soft mounds, pressing her against the glass. He kneaded them firmly, continuing to stare at them. Pinned against the window by his powerful arms, she arched her back toward him and hummed out a moan.
He finally looked up at her and pressed his face against hers. She eagerly opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. She brought her arms up under his and pulled at his muscular back. Matty’s hands continued to play with her breasts and he roughly kissed her. She couldn’t figure out if it was the day’s worth of drinking or if he was just a terrible kisser, but his limp tongue and too-wide mouth was not what she was after.
She slid her hands down his back and landed on the waistband of his trunks. She squeezed his buttocks and then reached back toward the front. She let one hand slip down over the smooth nylon swim trunks and felt the mass of flesh he hid beneath them. He was obviously not completely turned on yet as his manhood was still hanging loose, but it was still impressive.
Eager to end the sloppy kiss, she started to step forward and let her body slide down the glass. The mixture of tanning lotion and sweat made it easy on the glass surface. Matty was forced to let go of her breasts and put his hands flat on the glass as he watched her look up at him, going lower and lower.
Her hands moved back up to the waistband of his trunks and had already found the tie strings. She pulled the knot loose and looked up at him. With a sly smile, she hooked her hands into the trunks at his hips and started pulling. Matty brought his feet closer together and she continued to pull at the suit. She pulled the back half of the suit off his ass first. Then she brought her eyes down before she moved her hands to pull at the front of the suit. With his waist at her eye level, she pulled the suit down to reveal his hairy pubic area and the base of his shaft. When she caught sight of the base of his shaft, she could only think: Oh my god, it’s huge!
She continued to pull and revealed more of his massive member. It just keeps going! She kept slowly sliding the trunks down.
Finally, his cock bounced free from the elastic band and bobbed in front of her face. It was the largest cock she had ever seen. She was mesmerized by its size and just sat staring at it for a few seconds.
Matty stepped out of his trunks now located on the floor and looked down at her. He wore a knowing smirk, almost nodding to her as if to say, “Yes, baby, it is that large.”
She finally reached up and wrapped her hands around him. The penis pulsed under her hands as she squeezed it. It felt half engorged already. She slowly pulled it up and pointed it at her mouth. Parting her lips, she placed the head of his cock on her outstretched tongue. She guided it into her mouth and pulled at it with her hands as the head passed her teeth. She was only able to get a few inches of it into her mouth and she still had both hands wrapped around it. It stiffened in her hands and mouth. Surprisingly to her, it didn’t get any larger or longer, it simply became stiffer.
Pulling away from him, she let his cock pop free from her mouth. She licked on either side of it, from her closed hand to the tip, and then back down the other side. She could feel Matty’s hot breath on the top of her head as he held himself against the window. If anyone looked up to the second floor from the beach, her bobbing blonde head against the waist of his tan body, it would make for a very interesting scene, but she didn’t care.
Feeling his cock standing out on its own, she let go of it. It pointed straight at her and she once again opened her mouth and took it in. She pushed her head forward, her hands at his hips and took those first few inches into her mouth. She pulled back, pressed forward, back and forth, faster and faster. She sucked on his glorious cock and let it fuck her face. The entire time she marveled at how large it was. He definitely earned his nickname.
Feeling Matty move above her, she felt his hands reach under her arms. She let his cock fall from her mouth as he lifted her body up off the floor. He picked her up, completely into the air and turned toward the bed.
“Oh god, baby,” he said as he spun and carried her like a rag doll. He literally tossed her through the air onto the bed. She landed and bounced with a loud giggle. Before she could get her hands underneath her, she felt Matty reach for her hips, grab the strings of her bikini and pull her bottoms right down her legs. In the same motion, he tossed them over his shoulder and they softly hit the windows.
Matty quickly climbed up over her. She spread her legs to accept him and he lowered his head to kiss her. Knowing what that experience was like, she slipped her hands down between his legs and grabbed his pendulum-like cock with her hand. Guiding it toward her well lubricated sex, she longed to feel that thing inside her.
Since Matty was busy trying to either lick her lips off or pretending to be a fish with lips, she corralled his cock and positioned the tip of it right at her opening. She drug it over her opening, coating the tip with her moisture, then re-positioned it. She pulled Matty with her free hand at his hip and he forcefully thrust forward.
He slipped a few inches into her, but she caught on the dry part of his shaft. She cried out a bit of a grunt as it pulled at her. He slightly backed out of her then thrust forward again. A few more inches slipped into her this time and she felt herself begin to fill when she was pulled by his dry shaft once again.
Matty pulled out one more time and plunged into her. His full length pressed into her and filled her like she had never felt before. It was almost too much. It was painful, but with the alcohol she had in her system, she was numb enough to take it.
Matty wasted no time. He started pumping into her with reckless abandon. He propped himself up on his arms over her and powerfully forced his hips onto hers. She bounced on the bed underneath him. His strong, rough technique was exactly what she was looking for given her state of arousal and inebriation. She held his hips and helped him with his rhythm. Her entire body reacted to the pounding she was receiving, feet flopping in the air, her breasts fiercely lunging upon her chest. Her skin, already warm from the day’s sun and alcohol, felt a new rush of warmth as she enjoyed Matty’s animal-like love-making.
BANG!
The door to the bedroom was suddenly thrust open and Anthony burst through. “What the Fuck!!!” he yelled at no one in particular as he didn’t even pay any attention to the couple on the bed. He paced quickly toward the window, his hands running through his hair to express his exasperation.
Matty’s head snapped up at the sound of the door slamming against the wall and he stopped his thrusting, much to the disappointment of his partner. His eyes and head followed his friend’s purposeful stroll into the bedroom, but with a puzzled and surprised look about them. His partner, still impaled by his erection, actually lay there enjoying the feeling of fullness. She was so enthralled with the act, she didn’t particularly care about the interruption or the lingering intruder.
“What the FUCK is HE doing here???” Anthony seethed.
“Dude!” Matty finally said, propping himself with one arm and opening his shoulders to display his predicament to Anthony. “I’m a little busy here. What the hell are you talking about?”
Anthony, still facing the windows, put his hands behind his neck, “That son of a bitch, Vincent!” He stared out at the sea for a second before turning around, “He’s here and he’s... Oh Jesus!” His sentence cut short by what he finally saw on the bed, he sharply turned back around to look out the window. Far too angry to even consider any social grace in this situation, he simply continued, “He’s here and he’s hanging out with my sister!!” He placed his hands on his hips, “That fucking piece of shit!” He began pacing anxiously once again, not turning toward the bed.
“Vincent?” Matty climbed off his partner and grabbed one of the pillows to place at his waist before he attempted to talk to his friend. His visitor just calmly pulled one of the sheets over her naked body, laid on her side and rested her head on her hand. Now, she was upset, but she thought this could get interesting.
“Yeah, Vincent, that fucking son of a bitch!” Anthony went on, becoming even more agitated and expressive in his movements.
“What the hell is he doing here?” his friend asked him, sitting on the edge of the bed, pillow in place. “I didn’t invite him.”
Anthony put his head down and almost sighed in frustration, “My sister probably invited him.”
He took a few more paces, “Damn her!”
Matty thought for a second, then stood, pillow affixed, “What can we really do about it?”
“What can we do about it?!?!” Anthony repeated. “What can we do about it?? Are you fucking crazy?” He finally turned back to the bed and faced Matty. “In case all the blood your brain is supposed to be using is still located in other places, that piece of shit works for Marella! Is it suddenly okay for the competition to party with us??? I’m going to fucking kill him, that’s what I’m going to do about it.”
“Anthony, man, chill. He’s here with your sist- ” Before he could finish his argument, Anthony spun on his heels and strode toward the dresser.
“I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking kill him!”
Matty jumped off the bed. “Whoa! Hey now...” He pulled Anthony back around by his shoulder before he could reach the top drawer. Given the crowd at the party, there were guns stashed all around the house, and Anthony knew Matty kept a .38 in the dresser when he was here.
“Slow down there bro. If he’s here with your sister, it’s probably not best to have you run down there and blow him away in front of her. Let me take care of this.”
“Fuck that!” Anthony tossed off Matty’s hand and went for the top drawer.
Matty stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Anthony again. His much larger frame stopped Anthony in his tracks. With a firm voice, he said, “Let me take care of it.” Matty stared down his friend. Anthony looked back at him, but quickly averted his eyes to the corner of the room, resigned to the fact that Matty was going to win this stand-off.
“Look, I’ll go out there and check it out. Okay?”
Anthony shifted his eyes, his gaze passing right through Matty, to the other side of the room. But, he didn’t say anything.
“Okay?” Matty repeated, maneuvering himself into Anthony’s line of sight.
Still not getting a response, he let Anthony free of his grip. He backed away from his friend and reached down to get his swim trunks off the floor.
“You just stay in here and calm down a little bit,” he said as he pulled the trunks up to his waist. “Tell you what... Why don’t you take care of, of... “ Matty snapped his fingers attempting to jog his memory. He brought his hand to his head, his eyes squinting shut as he wracked his brain for his partner’s name. “Uhm...” he struggled on.
The still naked guest finally bailed him out, “Carrie.”
“Carrie! Yes, Carrie.” Matty feigned recognition. “Why don’t you take care of Carrie here and I’ll go make sure everything is fine. All right?”
Anthony didn’t even look at the figure on the bed, choosing instead to continue to look out the window. His arms crossed his chest and he slumped in his stance.
Matty walked over to the bed and grabbed the sheet. “See?” he yanked the sheet from Carrie. “She’s pretty fucking hot. She should be able to keep your mind off things for a few minutes at least.”
Carrie was still turned on from the fuck session she’d just had with Matty, so she didn’t even flinch when he pulled the sheets off her. She just lay there exposed to them both. She looked down at her naked body and then looked at Anthony.
Anthony finally turned and looked at the figure on the bed. Carrie bit her lip and playfully brought her knee up even with her waist, casually striking a pose. She looked at Anthony with a sly grin. This one will do.
As Matty backed out of the bedroom and shut the door, he saw Anthony roll his eyes at Carrie and give an audible, disapproving “Eh... “
Matty bounded down the staircase and surveyed the growing party. Associates, neighbors, the passing beach-goers, and of course, the bikini-clad ladies, everyone appeared to be having a good time. Everyone had a drink in their hand. There was a group of Matty’s closer associates trying to teach a couple of co-eds, who looked barely old enough to be out of high school, how to play pool. There was a small crowd assembled at the bar laughing at the bartender’s jokes. A few more associates were camped on the couch sandwiching a couple of young blondes with tiny bikinis. Each of the guys looked as though they were trying too hard, but the girls were enjoying the attention.
Matty spotted the couple he was looking for in the corner of the enormous living room by the main door. Carmen and Vincent seemed to be quietly enjoying their own conversation. Matty worked his way through the pocketed crowd, stopping occasionally to say “hi”, give a high-five or a quick hug to a female. He kept his eyes on the couple in the corner.
“Heeeyyyy, Carmen!” Matty said wrapping her up in his arms. “Glad you made it, Gorgeous!”
“Thank you, Matty,” Carmen hugged him back.
She gave him a few pats on his back and Matty released the hug. He turned to Vincent and extended his hand to him. “And welcome, sir” he said, his voice and face projecting sincerity.
Vincent took his hand and shook it. “Thank you, sir,” he said, trying to be as magnanimous as the host.
“Hey you two,” Matty continued, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, “if you need anything, anything at all, you let me know.” His Jersey accent was starting to slide through just a little bit, probably due to the alcohol.
“Thanks, Matty,” Carmen said to him. Vincent echoed the sentiment.
“Come on. I’ll show you guys around.” He pushed and guided them out of the corner with his hands. His little tour took them around the house where they met many of the guests. Most of them both Vincent and Carmen already knew. Carmen had been to a few of these parties and many of the guests didn’t change. Vincent simply knew a lot of the associates from growing up and then from the hearsay and intelligence the families kept on each other. The neighbors and people off the beach are obviously new to them, but each of them considered those people to be of little consequence.
They were shown the patio area, complete with a 12-person hot tub, a good-sized pool and a large deck. Huge sliding glass doors opened the entire living room to the deck which faced the ocean. The wooden ramp Carmen and Vincent used to approach the house from the beach attached to the deck and led to the side of house, but the entire rear of the house was surrounded by the deck. A small bar was located on the deck to one side of the glass doors, opposite the hot tub. Next to the bar was a large grill where one of Matty’s friends was busily working the tongs and entertaining a few guests. The pool only had one couple in it who seemed to be more enthralled with their own company than anything else, while the hot tub was much more crowded. Several people filled the tub while even more people sat on the edge, their feet dangling in the churning water.
Back inside the house, Matty introduced Carmen and Vincent to Bennie, the neighbor from across the dune who had stepped in to bartend. He poured them a couple of drinks and did his best to introduce the small crowd that had gathered in front of the bar. Matty took them past the pool table where they all simply waved at the guys playing pool. The one leaning against the counter with his hand on his co-ed’s waist nodded while the other, who was nearly smothering his partner as he tried to instruct her on proper form, looked up and winked.
When they got to the small hallway that led to a few smaller rooms, Carmen asked for a break in the tour and excused herself to the bathroom. Once the door shut, Matty pulled Vincent further into the hallway.
“So, how’s things going, Vinny?” he asked.
“They’re going all right, Matty.”
“No, I mean, how are ‘things’ going?” he repeated, putting a special emphasis on ‘things’.
“Uh... Well, you know how it goes, Matty.” Vincent knew better than to give out much in the way of business while he was here.
“Yeah, yeah... I hear you. I hear you.” Matty was known to get like this. He was always looking to get an edge, always looking for a juicy piece of information he could use. He didn’t care who it came from or whose side provided it; so long as he could use it to get ahead with someone.
“Did you hear about Sal Capaletti getting shot?” he continued to dig.
“Yeah, yeah, I did hear about that.” Vincent simply humored him. Matty rambled on with fairly innocuous questions, nothing anyone couldn’t have gotten out of the paper on any given day. Vincent acknowledged his awareness to most of Matty’s questions but only responded with vagaries.
Trying to be slightly discreet, Matty grabbed Vincent’s arm and pulled him close, “Do you know if they ever found Phil C’s body?” Matty referenced a member of the Fasano family who had gone missing about a month ago. His disappearance had attracted a lot of media attention, but his body had yet to found.
“Uhhh...” Vincent was running out of polite deflections when Carmen exited the bathroom and walked up to the men. Vincent’s eyes widened and his smile showed his appreciation for her timely return.
She gave him a knowing smirk and slipped her arm into Matty’s. “Shall we continue the tour?”
“Yes! Let me take you upstairs.” Matty let loose of Vincent’s arm and gave him a playful punch as he passed by leading them to the bottom of the stairs.
Matty showed them a couple of the bedrooms that were open, the small library that seemed oddly out of place in a summer beach house and just hinted at the additional sleeping rooms that were “currently unavailable”, including the master bedroom.
Their tour finished, they descended the stairs. Carmen asked, “So where’s my brother?”
“Oh... He’s here.” Matty struggled with the proper thing to tell her. “Vincent, would you mind running over to Bennie and getting me another beer?”
Vincent obliged. He asked if Carmen needed another one before he jetted ahead of them on the steps.
Matty took a few steps ahead of Carmen and stopped. With his face nearly level with hers, he tried to convey her brother’s attitude to her.
“He was pretty pissed, Carmen. I’m telling you. He was not happy that you brought Vincent here with you. I had to calm him down.”
“I figured he would be,” was her answer to that news. “But, I can talk to him, like usual,” she let out a sigh. It seemed to her as though she had to do this far too often with her hot-headed brother.
“Nah,” Matty’s face brightened up. A look of pride came to his face, “You might not have to. I gave him a girl to calm him down.”
Crossing her arms, Carmen pursed her lips, rolled her eyes and said, “My brother’s taste is probably quite a bit more discreet than yours, Matty.”
“Eh, so long as it’s pussy, it will get the job done.” Matty playfully poked her in the arm still wearing that proud smile as though he was the only one who had figured out the answer to final jeopardy.
Carmen rolled her eyes again at Matty and looked for Vincent to come rescue her now. Proud Matty simply polished off the last of his beer and looked over the crowd.
Setting Carmen and Vincent free to the party, Matty returned to the master bedroom. He knocked on the door quietly and said, “Anthony?” Placing his ear to the door, he listened for a response. A female voice said, “Come in.”
Matty opened the door to find Carrie on her back in the bed, remote in hand, casually flipping through the channels on the TV. The sheet was only pulled up to her waist leaving her breasts bare to the room. She didn’t even turn her head when Matty walked in to scan the room.
“Where’s Anthony?” he asked.
“He left” she replied, still flipping the channels.
“Where’d he go?”
“I dunno...”
Matty paused for a second. He pondered what to do next. He tried to think where Anthony may have gone since he didn’t see him while he gave the tour to Carmen and Vincent. But, his mind didn’t wander far once he took a good look at the naked girl in the bed.
Carrie turned her head to face him, the remote in her hand still pointed at the TV. She raised her eyebrows as if to say, “Well, what are we going to do now?”
Matty looked at her, slowly cocked his head and after a brief few seconds, ripped his swim trunks off once again.
Carrie smiled and tossed the remote to the opposite side of the bed. She threw the sheets nearest Matty down the bed and turned to meet him as he nearly leapt onto the mattress. He bounced close to her and she put her arms around him. He began kissing her as she inched closer. She felt his rising erection against her thigh and remembering how it had filled her just a short while ago, she began to get wet once again...
The party was nearing its end. Most of the guests had either left or were retiring to the bedrooms. Of course a few of the more dedicated guests had already curled up on the various pieces of furniture and a few pockets of conversation were being mumbled at the bar.
Carmen and Vincent casually chatted in the hot tub. The couple had kept a low profile on the periphery of the party for most of the night. Matty had kept them supplied with drinks like any good host. Now, with party winding down, Carmen had convinced Vincent to wrap up the evening in the hot tub.
Vincent leaned back against the wall of the tub and extended his arms along the edges. Carmen sat beside him, but propped her right arm on the edge and faced him so that her legs laid over his. They talked and occasionally giggled as stragglers to the party stumbled up the boardwalk to the house.
Finally, a man who didn’t appear as drunk as everyone else at the party, knelt down at the edge of the tub next to Vincent and held out a piece of paper in his fingers.
Vincent barely moved his head, but looked over his shoulder to see the note.
“Excuse me one second please, Miss Abbate,” he said, glancing at her.
She retracted her legs from his lap and Vincent reached across with his left hand to take the note. He opened the folded piece of paper, looked at it and motioned for the man to come closer. The man lowered his head where Vincent could whisper something to him. The man stood up and simply walked back into the house. Carmen couldn’t remember seeing the man at the party earlier, but she admitted to herself that she wasn’t really paying close attention.
“I have to make a quick phone call,” Vincent said, starting to stand up in the hot tub.
“Awww... Come on. You’re not going to leave me all alone in this hot tub by myself are you?” she half-pouted.
“I’m sorry, Carmen. It will just be a second,” he explained.
Carmen did her best to curl her lower lip and frown, looking at him with the best doe eyes she could muster. She was enjoying the night catching up with her friend, and the alcohol was bringing new desires to light.
Vincent turned and climbed out of the tub. “I’ll be back in just a few seconds. Don’t worry.” He grabbed a towel off one of the beach chairs on his way to the house and wrapped it around his waist.
Carmen just sloughed back against the tub and took a long pull from her drink. Draining it down to the ice, she groaned to herself. Ignoring the chill in the air, she pulled herself out of the tub. As she walked across the deck to the grill, she was acutely aware of the alcohol in her system. Her normally graceful stride was a bit shaky for the first few steps, but she quickly adjusted. She gave her head a little jolt as she walked to clear things up a bit. Her steps left wet footprints indicating her long, lithe legs had found their balance. She felt no desire to shiver and in fact, almost felt invincible as she glided across the deck. Carmen rarely drank in excess, preferring rather to reach the level of intoxication at which she felt supremely confident and sexy. Those very conditions led her to press Vincent to get into the hot tub.
Having grown up together, she and Vincent had always seemed like cousins. But, as each of them got older and their time together was more sporadic, Carmen had begun to see her friend in a different light. She never acted on those feelings; her memories of their childhood always superseded any sexual feelings she may have harbored for Vincent.
However, the time she spent away from the neighborhood in college allowed her to finally grow up. Sure, she had kissed a few boys in high school, and even let a few of her boyfriends get to second base; but her father was always very protective of her and always kept a close eye on her (or, at least had someone keep a close eye on her). She didn’t mind so much; she was concentrated on getting into a good school and keeping up on her studies. But once she got to college, her father’s bodyguards were miles away. After a semester of really keeping her nose to the grindstone, she eventually found a liking to the freedom she had in college.
She had lost her virginity to a boyfriend she dated for only 6 months in college. He was from Ohio and not like anyone she had met from the city. She had always imagined she would lose her virginity at some party to some random guy, or after a night at a club, an act to “just get it over with”. But, this guy was different. He honored her virginity. They discussed everything about her “first time” and planned an entire evening for it. She couldn’t have imagined a better introduction to sex.
From that point, they enjoyed a hot and fast-paced romance that ended abruptly when summer came and they had to go their separate ways; she back to her father’s bodyguards and he back to his small town in Ohio. They kept in touch, but as she quickly learned, long distance doesn’t work when your father has an overly-watchful eye. She returned to school the next fall, but he didn’t. He transferred to another school closer to home and they eventually lost touch. There had been other men since then, and the things she learned and experienced taught her many valuable lessons about herself and her sexuality, a sexuality that came to the forefront of her mind the second the cold air from the ice hit her wet skin.
She had crossed the deck completely and opened the large cooler next to the grill to retrieve another drink. The cold air brushed over her arms and she suddenly felt the chill. Her body was still warm from the hot tub, but her skin quickly drew tight, goose bumps covered her and her nipples immediately protruded through the thin fabric of her bikini.
She grabbed two bottles from the ice and started back across the deck. As she walked, she performed a rudimentary mental inventory of her body. Her long legs had always been her best feature, but all through college, she had quietly developed other attributes. She felt her hips sway with every step and recalled checking herself in the bathroom mirror noting how great her ass looked in the simple, black string bikini. The trips to the university gym had paid off. Her breasts jiggled slightly when her feet landed upon the deck. Her chest was never that large, but she had learned to use what she had and her breasts were perky. Pushed and manipulated with the right bra, she could really flash some cleavage. Right now, the bikini offered no support, but she didn’t need it. It was simply there for coverage. Her stomach matched the rest of her thin frame, but still had a touch of softness around her belly-button. All in all, she liked the way she looked in front of a mirror and she knew how to use it.
As she got nearer the hot tub, her walk became a little more purposeful and exaggerated. Her strides were longer, her ass swung just a little bit more, and she bounced just a little bit higher on each step. As she crossed the deck, she thought she caught a glimpse of Vincent through the door and just in case he was looking, she decided to give him a small show. “Yes,” she thought; she needed to use “it” on Vincent tonight.
Vincent had finished his call and went to the house bar to get another drink. As he was returning to the deck, he noticed Carmen walking toward the hot tub. He had seen her in a bathing suit before, but something was different. She carried herself in a different way tonight, even different from just a few minutes ago. She didn’t walk across that deck, she strode across the deck. Where most girls would have done the cutesy, “Ooo, it’s cold!” huddle for warmth skitter across the planks, Carmen walked with purpose. Her head was held high and steady, her shoulders back and her chest out. If she had been wearing high heels, you would have mistaken her walk for a trip down the runway, but even without them, her legs and ass looked perfect in the light from the deck.
He stood still for a few seconds, enjoying what he had just seen. Finally, he stepped through the wide doorway and back to the hot tub.
Carmen was already in the water. “Everything all right?”
“Oh yeah. No problem. Just a little business.”
Vincent bent down to hand her the drink he’d retrieved for her and she showed him the bottle she had already gotten for herself. He looked for a place to set it down and saw the bottle she had gotten for him. They shared a laugh as he climbed back into the hot tub.
As Vincent settled himself, Carmen inquired, “I’ve been away at college for so long, I’m a little out of touch. What exactly do you do for Marella?”
The question caught Vincent a little off-guard. He didn’t want to excessively lie to Carmen, but at the same time, he didn’t really want her to be put off by knowing the full truth.
“Oh, I’m really just a glorified errand boy,” he replied.
“So, you’re not that involved?”
“No, no. Really. Just an errand boy of sorts,” he continued, trying to convince himself.
As he answered, Carmen returned her legs to his lap beneath the churning water.
“You know,” she said as she edged herself closer, “I wish we had errand boys at the office that were as cute as you.”
Her line would have sounded cheesy to him had it come from anyone else. But sitting there beside him, staring at her legs, Vincent knew she could say anything and it would work.
She slowly rubbed her legs back and forth across his lap and the smoothness of her skin on his was causing a discourse in his mind. Vincent wrestled with his own thoughts. His childhood friend with whom he had just spent the entire night catching up was now apparently coming on to him. He long dreamed of a moment like this, but he wondered what the repercussions would be. She was no longer the skinny girl he remembered from the neighborhood. This was a 22 year old woman, whom he hadn’t really seen in 4 years and who, he had to admit, wore that black string bikini well.
Carmen could tell Vincent was playing it well. She wasn’t getting much reaction out of him even though she was being incredibly overt. Yet, she could see it in his eyes that he was enticed.
“What about it?” she said in between sips from her drink. “Do you think you’d want to come work with me?”
Vincent tried to err on the side of caution, “No, no... I don’t think I’d be cut out for that type of work.”
She pulled herself even closer to him. “Well, I’m not sure you’d be doing what everyone else is doing all the time. I’d probably find ‘other’ things for you to do.” She highlighted ‘other’ with her voice and a slight raise of her eyebrows as she stared straight into Vincent’s.
Vincent took a sip of his own drink and carefully set it down. Lounging back against the tub even more, he looked back at Carmen and said with a smile, “Oh yeah, what else could I do?” By challenging her, he forced Carmen to make the first move.
“Well,” she continued, moving even closer to him so that her buttocks were pressed directly against the side of his thigh and her free arm was now around his neck, “...I would make sure you’d work directly for me.”
Again, Vincent thought her dialogue would have been silly delivered by someone else, but the way she spoke, the way she looked at him, the way she delivered the lines was so convincing and so intoxicating. He was beginning to buy into it. And so was his body. He could already feel his erection start to grow as her legs rested squarely across his.
“And I’m sure...” she said, pausing to take one more sip, “I could find something for you to do.” When she reached behind his right shoulder to put her drink down, she used the movement to slide her butt directly onto his lap. Her chest appeared out of the water and Carmen caught his eyes glance downward when she positioned herself on him. Vincent adjusted his legs to accommodate her and he felt her press against his growing penis.
Now, with both arms around his neck, Carmen’s face was level with Vincent’s. She leaned back a little bit and clasped her wrist with her hand. She held onto him to counter her lean. “So, would you like an interview for this position?”
Vincent’s mental argument was essentially over at this point. He knew she could feel what was now nearly a full erection pressing against her ass cheek and he hadn’t stopped her up to this point. He wanted whatever was going to happen to happen; he couldn’t deny it. And he knew she knew it.
Still, he wanted her to continue the seduction. He calmly and politely replied, “Yes. I think I would like to interview for this position.” He confidently cocked his head at her and smiled, waiting for her next move.
She smiled at his answer. She knew she had him, yet she could see that he was going to make her carry out the full act.
She pulled at his neck with her arms and brought her head aside his. In a quiet, breathy voice, she spoke into his ear, “Well then, let’s get started shall we?”
She pressed her forearms into his shoulders to support her as she rose off his lap. She stood on the bottom of the hot tub and straddled his knees. She released his neck and slowly took her hands behind her back. Standing before him in water that gently bubbled around her just below her belly-button, she tugged at the strings to her bikini top. Never unlocking her eyes from his, she watched as his gaze went down to her chest when the bikini fell loose. She brought her left hand in front of her, gathered the black fabric and lifted it over her head.
“Now,” she quietly said, “how do you like the looks of these?”
Vincent was entranced.
“You look amazing, Carmen.”
“Good,” she responded.
Still locked onto his eyes, she hooked both of her thumbs into the strings of her bottoms and slid them down past the round of her ass. She barely felt them slip down her legs through the movement of the water. She reached out to Vincent and put a hand on his shoulder. Lifting one knee, then the other, she stepped out of the suit. She then lifted one leg pulling the bottoms out of the water. She tossed them to the deck.
“What do you think about that?” she asked.
“Wow, Carmen.. That’s all I can say. ..Wow..”
She offered a confident little smile and again, said, “Good.”
“Now, for a little practical application,” she said and reached out with her right hand to take Vincent’s non-drink carrying left hand. She brought his hand to her and held it in front of her with both of her hands. Still straddling his knees, she guided his hand beneath the surface of the water, turned his hand so his palm was facing up and moved it between her legs.
Vincent looked at the distorted image through the churning water as his hand approached the area between Carmen’s legs and he was frozen with anticipation. He couldn’t exactly tell when his fingers would touch her, so when she placed his fingers directly on her lips, he had to take a sharp breath.
The hot tub hid her true level of arousal, but he was still enthralled with how soft her opening was. She purposefully pressed his index and middle fingers back and forth over the smooth flesh.
When he finally overcame the stun induced by Carmen’s actions, he looked up at her. Carmen’s mouth was now open and her business-like, yet seductive demeanor had changed to completely seductive. Her eyes now held a look of a woman enjoying herself and her smile had been replaced by much looser, softer lips showing a look of ecstasy.
Carmen was satisfied that she had played out the entire fantasy to Vincent’s satisfaction. Acutely aware of her completely naked body exposed to him, the contrast of cool air above and the warmth of the water below was more than enough to turn her on. But, it was the addition of Vincent’s hand between her legs that made her skin tingle. She was proud of the look she was getting from him. Looking down once again, it was as though his eyes couldn’t focus; they just stared straight into the water where his fingers were sliding sensually beneath her.
Vincent enjoyed having Carmen control his hand’s every movement. She was in control. She was seducing him. Yet, it was a seduction in which he was still performing the action. He felt Carmen’s delicate hands curl his fingers upward. She guided his fingers inside her and pressed them deep.
Carmen gasped. Vincent held his breath. She held his hand firmly against her mound; his first two fingers penetrated her as she stood before him.
Neither of them moved for a moment; Vincent looked up at her. They locked eyes and the electricity was undeniable. Carmen was no longer the innocent girl Vincent remembered from their childhood. This suddenly sexy woman was enjoying herself right before his eyes using only his own two fingers.
She pulled at his hand gently and he felt his fingers slowly withdraw from her. Before allowing them to exit, she pressed his hand up into her and he felt his fingers part her once again. When they reached her depth, she pulled again. Deliberately and with a steady rhythm, she continued this movement; in and out... in and out... She was slowly fucking herself with his hand.
Vincent watched her ride his hand, felt her walls massage his fingers, watched her body minutely rise and fall in the water. Her arms compressed her chest as she worked his hand in and out of herself. Vincent, overwhelmed, just watched her enjoy her own actions. His body, however, was responsive. His erection screamed to be released from his swim trunks. He achingingly longed to have his cock replace his fingers, yet he wasn’t in control of the situation.
Still, Carmen seemed to read his mind. Finally, she pulled his hand away and his fingers slipped free from her. She leaned toward him and he leaned forward to meet her. Their open mouths pressed together. Their tongues danced. Vincent raised his arms around her back and tried to embrace her. Carmen’s hands reached below the water and found the waist band of his trunks. She couldn’t help but notice the taught fabric and then her hands brushed over his erection which was causing the strain. Pride flashed through her mind once again.
They continued to kiss, their breaths coming faster, but Carmen’s hands were busy below the water. Admiring his erection, she finally moved it to one side. She then released the drawstrings and started fishing her hands into the elastic beltline.
Vincent rose up off the seat, and she pulled his shorts down his legs. Breaking their kiss, she stood up in the hot tub and pulled the trunks from his raised feet. She tossed the wet shorts over the side of the tub and eyed Vincent like a woman possessed.
Vincent couldn’t ignore that look. He stood to join her. He gathered her up in his arms and lifted her off the floor of the tub, kissing her once again.
Carmen felt the weightlessness of being in Vincent’s arms. She pressed her body against his. His erection was sandwiched between them, and she could feel its length against her stomach. Vincent’s hips pushed toward her and she responded in kind. Their bodies struggled to find a rhythm, but they both knew exactly what the other wanted.
Vincent lifted Carmen higher out of the water and she took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist. His cock slipped beneath her and when she slid back down his body, the shaft rested snugly against her lips.
Carmen felt his stiffness beneath her and immediately wanted it inside of her. She held onto Vincent tightly and shifted her hips. His cock pointed directly into her as she bowed her back. Vincent reached down, grasping his shaft. Carmen pulled her head back and looked at Vincent just before she lowered herself onto him. Vincent’s cock finally penetrated her with moans coming from each of them.
Carmen threw her head back as Vincent’s cock plunged deeply into her. Vincent withdrew and quickly drove his hips back up into her. He pulled her close and dug his teeth into her neck. Carmen drew a loud breath then matched Vincent’s quickening thrusts.
The two naked bodies were unmistakable even in the minimal lighting on the deck. The couple was locked in ecstasy amid the steam from the hot tub curling into the night air.
A glow of red streaked through the air as a cigarette fell to the sand. The black finish of the .38 revolver barely reflected in the dim light as it slipped silently into the jacket pocket. Anthony sneered at the scene before turning away and walked down the beach...