Chapter Two

 

 

Cherry pulled her hand out of Phil’s grasp and hid it behind her back.

“What’s wrong with you?” her father scolded. “Learn some manners.”

“Sorry.” Cherry wiped off sweat and pussy juice on the butt of her skirt. “There was a bee. It landed on my hand.”

“That’s true,” Phil said. “It did. I saw it.”

Daddy explained to Phil, “Cherry’s allergic to bee stings. If you ever see her without her epi-pen, you make sure she goes and gets it.”

“Daddy!” Cherry whined. Why did he have to embarrass her like that, drawing attention to her stupid flaws? “It’s no big deal.”

“Oh yeah? How about when you get stung and suddenly you can’t breathe? Will it be a big deal then?”

This was so humiliating! Spinning around, Cherry stomped toward her cabin. “I’m going to the lake.”

“Alone?” her father called as she opened the door.

“Yes, alone. I’m not eight years old anymore. I’m an adult and I’m perfectly capable of swimming without supervision.”

As her foot crossed the threshold, she heard Phil say to Daddy, “I can go with her, if you’re busy unpacking.”

Her pussy throbbed as she undressed in her cabin. As soon as she realized she was hot for Phil, her stomach clenched with guilt. What about Brad? The guy who was supposed to be her boyfriend? What would he say if he found out she was perving over some old dude, some friend of Daddy’s? He’d freak out. He’d dump her for sure.

There were no mirrors in the cabin. Cherry gazed down at her naked body before putting on her swimsuit. She kept in shape for Brad. She wanted to please him. Brad liked her pussy bare, so she shaved it. Anything for him.

Her clit protruded, hot and wet and red, from between her pussy lips. It always took a while to calm down after she’d gotten herself off. What would Phil think if he saw her like this?

“No—stop it!” Cherry slapped her pussy, and it stung even more than she thought it would. “Good. Hurt. You’re not supposed to think about anyone but Brad.” She slapped herself again, hissing with the pain of it. “Stupid pussy.”

Digging through her luggage, she found a bikini: white, dotted with fat red cherries. She slipped it on. With her pussy all clean and bare, she didn’t have to worry about anybody looking there. Too bad her boobs weren’t bigger, though. She bent forward, trying to get more cleavage, but her bikini top wasn’t a push-up bra. Her boobs just sat against her chest like two little cones, pointing straight out. They were so boring.

What else did she need? Beach towel, sunblock, flip-flops, shades… oh, her epi-pen. Yeah, Daddy was right. She stuffed it in her tote bag and burst out of her cabin.

Mom stood by the car, fanning herself with the park guide. Oh god, she had a swimsuit on, too! “Don’t you think that bathing suit’s a little skimpy?”

“Don’t you think yours is a little… not skimpy enough? What’s with the skirt thing?”

“Trust me, kiddo, nobody wants to see these thighs.”

The third cabin opened, and Phil sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. His swim trunks were dark blue, and the towel tossed over his shoulders was red. It was a bath towel, not a beach towel, and that seemed weird, but it was only a momentary distraction from his bare chest. Had she really gotten so used to Brad’s lanky body that she’d forgotten what grown men looked like?

“Hey, Cherry—cherries! Neat! Ready to hit the beach?”

She must have looked guilty or looked at her mother or something, because Phil’s gaze shot in that direction. Mom tilted her head and gave him a suspicious smile.

“Oh, Sylvie…” Phil chuckled, but he sounded nervous. “Hey, didn’t see ya there. You’re coming too?”

Mom grinned without parting her lips. “Anything to cope with these hot flashes. God! It’s like the devil’s frying pan.”

“Whose car are we taking?” Phil asked.

Cherry laughed. “Nobody’s. We’re walking. The lake’s only, like, ten minutes away.”

“Ten minutes?” Phil seemed puzzled.

“How can you be so fit and still complain about a ten-minute walk?” Mom asked.

Obviously Cherry wasn’t the only one who’d noticed how buff the guy had become.

“I use the treadmill at the gym,” Phil said.

“Ugh, I hate gyms,” Mom said. “Everyone’s so firm, with their hundred-dollar yoga pants and their toe-sneakers.”

“Yeah, gym bunnies are total posers.” Cherry followed her mother and Phil onto the dirt road, feeling like the kid trying to join the adult conversation. “I’d much rather be outside. I jog around the neighbourhood, sometimes in the ravine.”

“I don’t want you jogging there alone,” Mom scolded. “It’s dangerous. You never know who’s down there.”

Suitably chastised, Cherry hung back. Why did her mother always have to embarrass her like that? Although, she was kind of glad Mom decided to tag along. Being half-naked with Phil, she probably needed a chaperone. She really didn’t want to be attracted to the guy. It wasn’t fair to Brad.

Stupid Brad…

By the time they got to the lake, Mom had sweat dripping down her face. “Excuse me, you two. I need to hit the water.”

“Ugh.” Cherry folded her arms under her boobs while her mother sprinted toward the lake. “I hope they find a cure for menopause before I get like that.”

Phil chuckled as she spread her towel out on the sand. “It’s a part of life.”

“Hot flashes? Night sweats? Personal dryness?” Cherry plunked herself down on her towel, letting her toes play in the warm sand. “No thanks.”

Phil stood beside her, which was kind of awkward because her face was nearly aligned with his crotch. She tried to not stare. She looked at his ankles, instead. His legs were moderately hairy, but not in a bad way. His chest wasn’t very hairy at all, and Cherry couldn’t help wondering if he shaved it just like she shaved her pussy.

God! Why was she thinking this way? Why couldn’t she just pretend he was her uncle, or her father? Her stomach knotted as she tried to suppress her attraction.

“Why don’t you sit here on my towel?” Cherry heard herself asking. “You can put on sunblock for me.”

“Oh, I…” Phil’s face turned bright red, zero to crimson. “I don’t think I… I’ll just get sand in it, then you’ll be itchy all day.”

Cherry looked out over the water. She’d lost sight of her mother. “You don’t want me to burn, do you?”

He didn’t answer. That’s when she knew she had him in her snare. She felt ridiculously guilty as she handed him the sunblock, because she knew this was wrong, but she kind of didn’t care. And, somehow, feeling bad for tempting Phil made her feel good about herself. It didn’t make any sense, but that’s how she felt.

Phil’s body heat blazed against her back as he knelt behind her. “Do you think you could…?”

She glanced over her shoulder to catch him fumbling with the sunblock. “Do I think I could…?”

He chuckled, red-faced, like he was scared of her or something. “Just lift your ponytail so I can get your back?”

“Oh.” She giggled, even though she wasn’t usually that kind of girl. “Yeah, sure.”

Twisting her rope of sandy-brown hair around her hand, she held it in a fist on top of her head. She felt like a pin-up girl in this position: kneeling on a towel, the sun glinting off the golden beach, toasting her skin. Her nipples peaked as she stuck out her chest. There weren’t any boys her age around, not that she could see. Just families building sandcastles and playing in the water.

“I forgot my raft.”

“Hmm?” Phil still hadn’t worked up the courage to touch her. “What did you forget?”

“My blow-up raft.”

“For a second there, I thought you were going to say blow-up doll.” His slick palms landed firmly on her shoulders.

“Eww! Yeah right, like I’d have one of those.”

He must have forgotten he was afraid of her, because he rubbed the sunblock in pretty forcefully. “I guess if you’re desperate enough…”

“What about you, Phil?” Cherry tugged on her ponytail so hard it hurt. “Are you desperate enough to fuck a blow-up doll?”

“Cripes, Cherry!” It sounded like he was choking on her name. “Next time warn me when you’re about to say something like that.”

“What?” She shrugged, bouncing his hands against her shoulders. “We’re all adults, here.”

“Adults have a little decorum when discussing their sex lives.” His hands landed flat against her back, one on either side of her spine. “They’re not crass about these matters.”

“Sure they are—well, some are. Maybe not you or my parents, but some people aren’t ashamed about being horny. Sex is totally natural. I hate it when people act like you’re evil or whatever just because you like screwing.”

Phil’s hands slid down Cherry’s back, tracing creamy lotion almost all the way to her ass. He stopped when his fingers met her bikini bottoms, and turned his hands so his palms pressed into the small of her back.

Her clit pulsed like a second heartbeat. It was still hot and throbbing from masturbating on the tree stump, but now her pussy felt even warmer, even wetter. She spilled juice clear across the gusset of her cherry-patterned panties.

“Did you do my whole back?” she asked, breathless, wanting more.

He cleared his throat. “No, not yet.”

“You can put your hands underneath the strings,” she said, and then got a better idea. “Or I could undo them.”

“Where’s your mother?” he asked urgently, like a teacher surprising the class with a pop quiz.

Suddenly, Cherry felt panicked. “I don’t know. Swimming.”

“Can you see her?”

“Yes.” Not really. “Should I undo my bikini strap?”

“Leave the top part done up.” He must have meant the halter around her neck. “Just untie the part around your back.”

There was so much they’d left unsaid, so much Phil would probably never say, never admit. His reluctance made her punchy. Ever since she was fifteen years old, she liked making older men uncomfortable. She wasn’t sure why.

“You undo it,” she said.

His palms pressed harder against her back, until they started sliding around her sides. Her pussy pulsed as his fingers wove together, cradling the slight curve of her belly. He’d moved closer without quite touching his front to her back.

Was that his nipple? Maybe a wisp of chest hair? Something touched her. Could have been the strap of her bikini top, but she’d prefer to think it was part of Phil.

Maybe there was a part of Phil hard as steel, just for her. Maybe part of him was throbbing just like her clit was throbbing. Part of him was hot and ready, just drooling to get a crack at her juicy cunt.

Was he thinking about her cunt right now?

Oh yeah. For sure he was. How could he possibly think about anything else? Well, maybe her boobs.

Reaching back, Cherry pulled the cherry-patterned tie. Her top came loose at the bottom, hanging from the halter ties around her neck. He traced his hands up her belly, until his thumbs rested just beneath the base of her bikini top. The stretchy bathing suit fabric waved in the breeze, brushing her hard nipples just lightly enough to arouse a tempest in her belly.

“Can you…” She could barely breathe, but she needed to feel his hands on her breasts. “Can you put sunblock on my chest?”

Suddenly, his hands were gone. “I don’t think so, Cherry.”

Her clit throbbed so hard it felt like a dick. This must be what it felt like to have an erection.

They’d parked themselves right up against the brush, where weeds gave way to forest, so nobody could see. And even if they could, Cherry didn’t care.

“Maybe I’ll sunbathe topless.” She sat up, reaching for the halter ties.

“No, please don’t.”

“Why?” She worked her fingernails into the knot. “There’s no law against it.”

“I’m not talking about laws,” Phil stammered. “I’m talking about… oh god…”

Cherry let her bikini top fall into her lap, and watched Phil’s jaw drop. His pure unadulterated lust made her nipples tingle.

“My little pink tits are getting so hot, Phil.”

He looked desperately around the beach, taking her bikini top in his shaking hands. “Put this back on before someone sees you.”

“No!” She cupped her little breasts with both hands, flicking her pointed nipples with her thumbs. “The way you looked at me when you shook my hand, it seemed like you’d want to see me without any clothes on.”

“Are you crazy? We’re in public. There are little kids playing in the sand.”

“They can’t see. I’m turned away.”

He tried to tie her bikini top around her neck, but got flustered and let it slip from his hands. “Damn it!”

“Aren’t you gonna rub me with lotion? The sun’s burning me.”

“I can’t, Cherry.” He grabbed the sunblock, splattering the cool white stuff across her breasts. “Here. You do it. I… I can’t…”

Maybe he was afraid of touching her, but he certainly had no problem staring at her tits. His swim trunks tented as she rubbed the sunblock into her pale skin. “What do you think of my freckles?”

“What? I… don’t know. What?”

“My freckles.” She traced her fingers across her chest, up closer to her neck. “I used to hate them when I was a kid, but I think they’ve faded since then. What do you think?”

“I don’t know.” He looked back and forth across the beach, like a poor little bunny rabbit on high alert. “Can we stop talking about this, please?”

“Why?”

Cherry pressed her breasts together as she rubbed sunblock into her skin. Phil couldn’t take his eyes off her tits as she flicked them, and it made her feel like a witch, like she’d cast a spell on him.

“What about my back?” Sliding her legs under her, Cherry moved until her knees touched his. Leaning forward, she hooked her chin around his shoulder. “Here, do my back.”

“Stop it.” He jerked away, but she dug her chin into his back.

Pressing her slick tits against his chest, she said, “You want me to burn? Do my back!”

When he grabbed her arms, his hands were gritty with sand. “Get off me. I mean it. What if your mother…?”

“Cherry! Phil!”

“Uh-oh.” Cherry whipped her head around, sheepishly grabbing for her bikini top. “Hi Mom. How’s the water?”

Her mother’s lips pinched tight. She looked like she was about to explode. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing, Mom!”

“Sylvie, it’s not what it looks like…” Phil shot up so fast he tripped over Cherry’s towel, splashing sand across her sticky skin. “Oh shit! Sorry about that.”

When he bent to clumsily brush it from her thighs, Mom shouted, “Get your hands off my daughter!”

All hell broke loose. Cherry couldn’t keep track of what Phil and her mom were saying to each other. They talked over one another, madly trying to be heard.

Keep your hands off my daughter…

I swear I never touched her, not like that…

I know what I saw…

It was only sunblock…

“Everybody shut up!” Cherry stood in the sand, frantically tying her bikini strings. “It wasn’t Phil’s fault.”

Mom and Phil both turned to gaze at her, gobsmacked.

“I took off my top. I tried to kiss him. He didn’t want me to, Mom. He told me to stop.”

Phil didn’t say anything, just looked down at his sandy feet.

“Cherry, why? Why on earth would you go after a man who’s as old as your dad?”

“I don’t know.” That was the truth—she really had no idea. “I’m sorry. Maybe I was just trying to get back at Brad for being such a dick, and Phil was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It won’t happen again.”

Mom glanced quickly at Phil, and then looked back to Cherry. “You promise? Never again?”

“I swear. Cross my heart.” She pressed her palms together, pleading. “Don’t tell Daddy…?”

“Yeah, Sylvie.” Phil bowed his head. He had one leg crossed in front of the other to hide his huge boner. “Hugh doesn’t need to know about this. The girl made a mistake, that’s all. You remember what it was like to be eighteen. Sometimes you do something that’s just plain… stupid.”

“Hey, I’m not stupid.”

Mom let out a cackle. “Yeah, well… both of you keep your hands to yourselves and this’ll go no further. Capisce?”

“You have my word, Sylvie. I will not lay a finger on your daughter.”

Cherry bit the inside of her cheek. Yeah right…