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Bellaire Belles

Chapter Two


By Mr. Freeze


For the next week, through finals I was miserable.  Again I was on
autopilot.  I took my exams and otherwise avoided human contact if at all
possible.  I toyed with the idea of calling Ashley or even going to see
her but I couldn't work up the courage to do it.  I knew she was upset
with me and that no amount of apologizing was going to fix what I had done
to her.  For the first few days I half expected to see the campus police
at my door for basically assaulting Ashley.

Exams were soon over and it was time to move out of the dorms.  I was
going to be spending time at my Aunt Grace's house in Bellaire Shore.  It
was a huge yellow stucco home facing the Intracoastal Waterway.  The
entire yard was fenced in, and the entrance was gated.  The house was on a
large but thin barrier island that was at most a few blocks wide.  A
single beachfront road ran the length of the island and connected on each
end to other barrier islands.  Grace's house was on a side street off this
main road so it was fairly quiet.  It was still a pain to get anywhere
from there though, as one had to travel up or down the beachside road
until one would hit a major road to get anywhere.  Traffic was always
backed up on the beachside road with people looking for places to park or
waiting for pedestrians to cross the road.  The nice thing about Bellaire
Shore was that there were no public beaches there.  It had cost my Uncle
Frank a ton of cash and when he died, the home went to Aunt Grace as part
of his estate.  She had never moved out of the place.

Aunt Grace was going to be spending the summer in Michigan trying to mend
fences with my mother.  That meant that I was housesitting for the summer.
It was really a dream job for any man my age.  Access to a killer house, a
Mercedes SL500, a 36 foot Sea Ray Sundancer, and near instant
access to beaches full of out-of-town females with nothing better to do
than lose their inhibitions in Florida.  A dream job, and yet I was still
in a deep depression.

I drove to the house in my silver Toyota Camry.  Aunt Grace bought me the
car as a present when I got to Florida.  She said it was practical and
wouldn't attract too much attention; a good car for a college student.  I
pulled into the open gate at her house and saw her running towards me.  As
I stepped out of the car she nearly knocked me over.  She took me into her
arms and gave me a huge hug.

"I have been so worried about you," she exclaimed, still hugging me.

"Sorry, things were busy with finals," I lied.

"Probably more depressed about Heather going home for the summer," she
said, now holding me at arms length.

That comment stung.  I still hadn't told her that Heather and I had broken
up.  I just nodded my head at her.

"You should have a little fun with some of the girls at the beach this
summer," said Grace smiling at me.  "What Heather doesn't know won't hurt
her."

Grace was always like that.  She never was embarrassed to talk about sex
and definitely never lectured me about what I should or shouldn't do
regarding sex with other women. 

"Should we go get your bags?" I said, changing the subject.

"Nope, we are going to take my car," she said holding up the key to the
Mercedes. "The bags are already packed in there."

She handed me the key and made her way over to the passenger side of the
white Mercedes.

I watched her as she moved.  She always moved in such a sexy way with
catlike grace.  At five foot five and without an inch of body fat, she was
absolutely gorgeous.  Her long dark hair was up in a bushy bun, revealing
her graceful neck and shoulders.  She wore a light blue sundress with
spaghetti straps.  The hem of the dress came up just above her knees.  If
she ever started dating again, she would make a lot of men really happy.

I loved driving her Mercedes.  I was glad she was leaving me the car for
the summer.  I would probably end up driving it all over Florida putting
lots of miles on it before she got back.  The traffic on the beach road
wasn't too bad until we got near Clearwater Beach.  

"So when did you break up with Heather?" asked Grace off the cuff as we
were stuck in traffic near Clearwater Beach.

"About two weeks..." I stopped myself.  "How did you know?"

"I can tell.  You are absolutely miserable Greg."  She put her hand on my
leg as a gesture of comfort.

"Well that isn't all of it," I admitted.

"Oh?"

"Ashley and I aren't friends anymore either."

The words hung there for a moment.  I was laying it all out for her.  She
was one of two people in the world I told just about everything too, the
other one wasn't talking to me.

"Sounds like a messy situation," said Grace.

I explained to her my breakup and then what happened between Ash and I.

"She probably isn't mad at you," said Grace evenly.  "She knew what she
was risking when she tried to make love to you and when you rebuffed her,
she probably felt embarrassed about it and ran out.  You need to try and
call her Greg."

"I will try," I said, not really intending to call her.  I knew deep in my
heart that it was my fault.

We finally made it to a main road, only to be stopped once again because
of construction going on with one of the bridges in its route over the
Intracoastal.  For a fairly direct route to the airport, this was going to
take forever.

"What are you going to say to my mom when you get to Michigan?" I asked,
wanting to talk about something else.

"That I don't know.  The problem is she sits on that damned Christian high
horse of hers.  I may confront her in church so that others can see the
non-Christian attitude she has adopted when she is dealing with her
siblings."

"She doesn't know you are coming, does she?" I asked already knowing the
answer.

"No," she said, bowing her head.  

I hated my parents.  My mother was a raving Christian zealot bent on
making sure I followed the path of Christ in my life.  The only path I
followed was out the door as soon as I could.  My father was no better.
He was an alcoholic.  The only reason my mother stayed with him was
because he was a project to her.  She was going to save his soul if it was
the last thing she ever did.  It was a marriage from hell, and as the only
child I was caught up in the middle of it.

"I am not leaving Michigan until we are on civil terms and until she will
take you back," she continued.

"I don't want to go back," I yelled.  

"I am not saying you have to go back to Michigan, but you do need to be on
speaking terms with her again."

"Fuck that," I said under my breath.  I threw the car down a gear and
swerved over a lane, the sped up in front of some slow traffic.

"I would appreciate if you didn't take your anger out on my car," said
Grace angrily.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly as I slowed down a bit.

The traffic eased up and soon we were heading over the Courtney Campbell
Causeway and off to the airport.

We got to the airport and I hailed a skycap to take Graces bags for her.
Grace hugged me tightly and then kissed me on the lips.  It was a chaste
kiss, but still more than she ever did in the past.  I was taken by
surprise.

"Thank you Greg," she said softly.

"No problem.  I enjoy any chance I get to drive your car."

"That isn't what I was thanking you for," she said, almost whispering.

"Ok..."

"I was thanking you for coming to school by me and being my friend.  You
have given me the gift of life Greg.  You are the reason I am still alive
today."

She didn't give me a chance to respond.  She turned and flew into the
airport.  

The entire ride back to her house I thought about what she said.  I never
thought she was that depressed that she would take her own life.  Her
situation was so parallel to my own.  I often did wonder why she had never
started dating again.  It had been four years since Uncle Frank's death.  

When I got back to the house, I noticed a woman standing next to the call
box at the gate.  I immediately recognized her as the neighbor, Sarah
Parker.

Sarah was another gorgeous widow.  She was a dark-skinned Italian goddess.
She was almost Grace's twin, except for the fact that Sarah was much more
toned and firm than Grace was.  Sarah also had a fourteen-year-old
daughter named Brianna.  I had met Sarah a few times over the year, but
never got a real chance to talk to her.  Even if I did, her beauty
intimidated me so much that all I could do was stutter.

"Hello Ms. Parker," I said as I pulled up next to her.

"Oh hi Greg," said Sarah smiling at me.  "Is your Aunt already gone?"

"Yeah, I am just coming back from the airport," I said.  "Was it something
important?"

"Actually...I am here to see you," she said hesitantly.  

"Get in and I will drive you up to the house," I said with a confidence
that I never knew I had.

I watched her get in and had to control myself from getting hard.  She was
dressed like her daughter might dress in white short shorts that were
rolled down to expose as much tummy as possible and a grey t-shirt that
was tied at the bottom exposing her midriff even more.  

I drove Grace's Mercedes up to the garage and pulled it inside.  Once
inside I got out and noticed that Sarah wasn't getting out.  She was 
testing my chivalry for some reason, which I couldn't ascertain.  I walked
over to the other side of the car and opened the door for her.  She
demurely stepped out of the car and smiled at me.  

I led Sarah inside and motioned for her to have a seat in the living room.

"Can I get you something to drink Mrs. Parker?" I asked politely.

"Yes, I would like some of your aunt's famous iced tea if there is any in
the refrigerator and please call me Sarah."

I rummaged through the refrigerator and found a pitcher of my aunt's iced
tea.  She special ordered the tea from a place in Seattle.  It was a spice
tea that was so easy to get addicted to.  I poured two glasses and then
carried them out to the living room.

"So, how might I be of service Mrs. Parker?" I asked as I handed her a
glass and then sat down.

"Sarah," she said firmly.

I shook my head in confusion.

"Please call me Sarah," she said giggling.

"Ok, how might I be of service, SARAH?" I said correcting myself.

Sarah looked around the room nervously for a few seconds.  "I guess I
really should just get to the point and not beat around the bush."

"Ok?" I said questioningly.

"I came over here to ask you out for dinner," she said.

"I see no problem with that," I said clueless to what her intentions were.
"Is there some kind of business you wish to discuss over dinner?"

"No," she said flustered. 

I was really confused now.

"I want to go out for a romantic dinner with you," she said blushing.

I nearly choked on my tea.  "What?" I exclaimed.

"I am not normally so forward but I knew you would never ask a 31-year-old
woman out on a date yourself," she explained, still flustered.

I couldn't believe this 31-year-old goddess was asking me on a date.   I
had seen her several times with my aunt but never really formally met her.
I had lusted after her from a distance many times, however.  Now this
woman that was the subject of many masturbation fantasies was asking me
out for dinner.  I was so flabbergasted that I couldn't even give her an
answer on dinner.

Sarah noticed my lack of a response and she panicked.  "I am sorry Greg.
I should have known I am probably too old for you."

"No, no..." I sputtered.  "I am just in shock that a woman as beautiful as
you is asking me out for a romantic date."

Sarah blushed at my compliment.  "So you are saying that I intimidate you?"

"Yes," I said. "You are a beautiful and exciting young woman asking me, an
average college guy out on a date."

"But you are more than average," said Sarah.  "Grace has told me what an
extraordinary young man you are.  She can never stop talking about you.
You are also a very good-looking man.  Believe me; I have noticed you more
than once while you were out doing yard work in Grace's garden."

"She told you of course that I have been dating someone?" I asked knowing
that I had only just told Grace. 

"She told me that you broke up with her," she said.

"She couldn't have, I just told her today," I shot back.

"She knew Greg," she said softly.

"So she sent you here to cheer me up then?" I asked her in a hostile tone.

"No, in fact she told me to leave you alone," she said quietly.

"Then why are you here if she told you to leave me alone?"

"Because I had to take a chance, Greg," she said.  "I needed to take a
chance because I have such a huge crush on you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"God, I sound like my daughter," she said putting her head in her hands.

"You have a crush on me?" I said questioningly.  "What would you see in a
nineteen year old boy?"

"A warm, caring, good looking young man who treats the women in his life
like queens," said Sarah.  "Grace is a good judge of character and that
was her assessment of you."

"Yeah, well she is biased being my aunt," I argued.

"She told me how you saved her life, Greg.  You really did.  She was such
a wreck before you came out here.  You were the only family member to keep
in contact with her all of these years.  You came out here to be with her
and you treated her with such warmth and compassion.  It speaks volumes
about your soul, Greg."

"I have to be honest with you Sarah, I am really flattered," I began.  "I
just don't think I am ready to date yet.  I lost my girlfriend and my best
friend all in one week."

"That is too bad," she said softly.  "You really loved her?"

"Yeah," I conceded.  "I was going to propose to her only to find out that
she is now engaged to her high school sweetheart back home now."

"Oh my," she gasped.

"Then I lost my best friend as well in an argument about my breakup," I
said.

"What did he say to anger you so much?" she asked.

"SHE tried to have sex with me to help me forget about it and I threw her
off of me when she tried to fuck me," I said angrily.

I blushed when I realized I had sworn in front of her.

"Your best friend is a girl?" she asked, confused.

"Yeah, she was a really awesome friend.  I didn't want to have sex ruin
our friendship," I said, a tear rolling down my cheek.

As I started to cry, Sarah got up and came behind my chair and put her
hands on my shoulders.

"Grace was so right about you," she whispered.  "You have the heart of a
saint."

"More like a martyr," I said through my tears.  I couldn't believe that I
was pouring out my heart to her.  I didn't even know her.  I tried vainly
to gather my composure.  "I am sorry.  You don't want to hear my sad
stories."

Sarah squeezed my shoulders gently.  "I am the one who should be sorry.  I
didn't know you were hurting so much right now.  I guess my timing sucks."

I felt empathy for her.  She had really gone out of her way to ask ME out.
I had basically turned this beautiful woman down flat cold, a woman who
had a serious crush on me, and a woman who wanted ME for ME.  "I am sorry
Sarah, "I said regaining some composure.  "You really invested a lot
emotionally to ask me out and I flat turn you down.  I am so sorry."

"I guess we are both sorry," she said softly.  She gently kneaded my
shoulders with her hands.  "Just remember that I am next door when you
feel you are ready again."

"You would wait for me?"

"I never said that.  I probably will though.  I AM really stuck on you."

I swallowed deeply.  Her hands ran slowly down my back now.  She was
trying to seduce me and she was winning.

"Umm... Sarah?" I said standing up.  "I really don't think you should be
doing that."

"Doing what?" she said innocently.

"You are still trying to seduce me, aren't you?"

Sarah turned a deep shade of red.  "Can you blame me?  You are so damned
desirable."

Again I swallowed hard.  I struggled to say something but I just couldn't.
I stared into her deep blue eyes and all resistance to her advances melted
right there.  I looked down at her luscious red lipstick coated lips.
They were parted slightly, seductively.  I stepped closer to her, our
faces now inches apart.  I could smell the cool scent of wintergreen on
her hot breath.  

I took my arm and wrapped in behind her back and drew her into me.  In one
fluid motion my lips met hers.  We kissed softly at first, getting used to
one another.  Our kiss then heated, adding tongue; our hands now running
up and down each other's bodies.

Without thinking, almost by instinct I ran my hands under her shirt and
lifted it, revealing her bare, braless breasts.  My hands gravitated
immediately to her firm orange sized breasts, massaging them lightly.

"Oh god!" she moaned through my lips.

I felt her run her nails down my back and then her hands slid under my
shirt.

"God, I want you, "she whispered hoarsely as she lifted my shirt over my
head.

Her soft hands traveled over my baby smooth chest sending shivers of
pleasure through my body.  I moved my hands from her breasts and lifted
off her shirt over her head.  "You are so beautiful, "I said softly.

I briefly caught a glimpse of her eyes again and then she closed them
demurely, with a smile.  That smile quickly landed on my lips again with a
fiery passion I had never experienced before.  Her hands drifted down to
my shorts.  She undid my belt, snap, and zipper in record time.  She
dropped my shorts and boxers all in one, letting them fall around my
ankles.  I then felt her soft hand gently embrace my cock.

"Oh my, Grace didn't tell me that you were packing this monster," cooed
Sarah.  

"Not like I have ever let her see it," I chuckled.

"That's a shame," smiled Sarah.  "Might have gotten her out of her funk a
long time ago."

"Oh you are terrible," I smirked, pulling down her shorts, noting the lack
of panties.

We both spent an awkward moment trying to remove shoes, socks, and the
shorts around our ankles without breaking our embrace.  We ended up
chuckling into each other's mouths as we completed the task.  When we were
undressed I broke the embrace I took her hand and motioned her to follow
me.  

As I led her up to my bedroom I took a few looks back to apprise this
woman that I was going to have sex with.  She was a female Adonis.  Her
body was athletic but not too muscular to appear unfeminine.  Everything
about her was firm.  Even her breasts; I guessed them to be a B-cup; were
so firm, without sag, that you would think she was as young as her
daughter.  Another thing that was readily apparent was that she was tan
all over.  No tan lines anywhere.   She was also shaved clean and smooth
down by her sex.  For someone that had as dark hair as she had, that was
an impressive feat.

"Please lay down while I look for my condoms," I said frankly, gesturing
her to the bed.

"No need to worry about that, I am protected," she said with a small
blush.

I watched her climb onto the bed and lie down.  Her hair splayed about her
head in a beautiful black halo.  She was the most beautiful woman I had
ever laid eyes on.  I pinched myself, hoping I wouldn't wake up with a
puddle of cum on my tummy.

"My god, you are so gorgeous," I managed to squeak out.

"You are very handsome yourself," she said, smiling coyly at me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, giving her a chance to back
out, sub-consciously hoping that she might want to.

"I have never been so sure of anything in my life," she breathed.

I stopped breathing for a second.  I needed to reevaluate the situation.
Should I really be doing this, I thought.  Her statement made me realize
that she was madly in love with me but I wasn't in love with her.  To me
this would be a nice roll in the hay, to her it would be something she
would cherish and I would crush her heart if I didn't want to stay with
her afterwards.  I backed up slightly, towards the door.

"Is something wrong?" said Sarah, looking worried.

"Um, I am not sure about this," I said.  Sarah looked crushed, confirming
my deepest suspicions.

"What's wrong, am I not good enough for you?" she asked; a tear rolling
down her cheek.

"God no!" I exclaimed.  "You are gorgeous.  You are a wonderful person...
well at least I think you are...I mean...well...I don't know you really...
and...well, you seem to be putting more into this emotionally than I am
and I would hate to see you get hurt."

"Please Greg, I want this," said Sarah solemnly.  "Even if it turns out to
be a one night stand, at least I have that.  I know you probably don't
have the same feelings I do but give it a chance.  Please."

"OK, but please tell me if you want me to stop if you feel uncomfortable,"
I said, still feeling a bit uneasy about the situation.

"Baby, I want you to feel free to do ANYTHING your little heart desires to
me," she said smiling.  "Now get over here and ravage me."

I ran over, jumped on the bed, and smothered her with kisses.  I quickly
had her giggling like a little schoolgirl and I kissed her all over her
face and upper body with quick, playful kisses.  When one of the kisses
hit one of her nipples I let it draw out a bit longer.  Each kiss after
that became longer than the last.  I slowly kissed my way to her other
nipple and then drew it into my mouth, giving it a quick suckle and then
flicked it once with my tongue.

"Oh my," Sarah whispered.

"I kissed my way down her flat, athletic tummy, past her gorgeous belly
button, down to her baby smooth mons.  

"You have such a wonderful body," I said.  "You are the most gorgeous
creature I have laid eyes on."

Sarah let out a low moan, almost a growl in thanks.

I kissed around her inner thighs and her pelvic area with wet, tonguing
kisses.  I wanted to arouse her before I went for the prize.  I looked at
her womanhood and marveled at its exquisiteness.  It was like a pink rose,
opening to the sun.  Her petals where open to me, ready and inviting.  I
kissed her thigh once more and ran my index finger down the middle of her
sex. 

"You are driving me crazy!" she exclaimed, arching her back.

I could smell her now; her musky odor a powerful aphrodisiac that drew me
into her sex without another thought.  

I started by licking up and down her labia.  I was rewarded with a slight
shiver and a low moan from her.  I continued to explore her creases for
another minute or so and then drove my tongue down into her depths.  

"Oh god, YES!!!" she screamed.

I could tell her body craved for me to hit her clitoris but I wasn't ready
to let her cum just yet.  I needed to work her up some more.  I wanted her
to have an orgasm she would never forget.  I tongue fucked her for another
minute or so until she was screaming "Oh god, oh god!" over and over
again.

I moved my tongue up to her clit and then sucked her clit into my mouth.

"HOLY FUCK!!!" she screamed as her legs clamped shut around my head.  Her
whole body quivered for at last a minute and then she went limp.  I gasped
for air after being between her legs that entire minute in her viselike
grip.

"Where in the hell did you learn to do that?" said Sarah breathing
heavily.

"My last lover was a good teacher," I said smiling up at her.

"I want you to fuck me Greg, fuck me hard!" she said, a wild look in her
face.

I climbed up on top of her and kissed her deeply on the lips.  She
returned my kiss with an animalistic passion.  I brushed the tip of my
manhood over her sex a few times.  She responded by grinding her hips into
me, trying to bury my member herself.   I drove a few inches into her warm
and wet depths.

"AYEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed.  "Oh god you are big.  Give me some time to
get used to it."

I waited a few minutes enjoying the feel of her wrapped around my glans.

"OK, go ahead," she breathed.

I drove in a few more inches.

"OH GOD, so...big...give it all to me!  Jam it in me!"

I gave it all to her in full stroke.  I felt a twinge of pain as I did it.
She was tight, almost too tight and ramming into her definitely was not a
good thing to do.  

"OH GOD, give me another minute," screamed Sarah, panting.

When I came down from biting down my pain she informed me she was ready.

I know she wanted to be fucked hard and steady but I couldn't muster it at
first.  I slowly and gently fucked her, relishing the feel of her insides.
Sarah responded by wrapping her legs around me and trying to get me to
pick up the pace.

"I need to go slowly right now baby," I said to her softly.   With that
she backed off a bit.

Once I worked her in I picked up the pace.

"OH GOD, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!"

I began slamming into her with each stroke.  Each time she yelped a bit
and then begged for more.  I wasn't going to last long.  I just wanted to
hold out until she came again.  I felt the familiar tightening in my
balls.  I wasn't going to be able to hold out.  Eventually I couldn't hold
it and I exploded into her with everything ounce of cum I had.  This set
her off.  She came with a ear piercing wail and finally went limp under
me.

I rolled off to her side and I gently stroked her hair as she came down
from her natural high.

"My god, you are such a wonderful lover," she gasped.

"You are too," I said absently, basking in the glow of the moment.

"No, I mean it. I have never had someone be so caring of my needs.  Not
even my late husband.  You took so much care in giving me oral sex.  An
orgasm wasn't good enough for you.  You wanted me to have an explosion"

"I guess I had a good teacher," I said to her again and winked.

"I don't suppose we can keep seeing each other?" she said frowning
slightly.

"I think it would be nice to keep seeing each other.  I would like to see
where this goes," I said smiling back at her.

"I would like that," she said, smiling warmly back at me.  "I love you
Greg."

"Please, don't tell me that yet," I said.  "Not now, not after sex."

She nodded slightly and turned to look the other way.

"Listen, do you have to be anywhere this afternoon?" I asked.

"No, not until dinnertime when Bree gets home," she said.

"Would you like to continue this until then?" I asked hopefully.

"I thought you would never ask," she said looking at me again and smiling.

We made love for the rest of the afternoon.  Heather slowly slipped from
my heart and Sarah made her way in.  There was still emptiness though;
emptiness that Sarah couldn't cure; emptiness for Ashley.

-- end chapter two --


Author's note:  For those of you familiar with the area you will notice 
that some of the locations in Florida are actual locations and some of the
locations are not.  I have chosen to fictionalize some of the locations
used in this story, yet provide enough of the local color in the story to
make it realistic.  I do not live in the Tampa Bay area but I go their 
quite frequently and do plan to live there in the future.  My opinion is
that it is one of the most beautiful parts of the country.