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This chapter contains M mast Rom Any and all comments can be sent to mrfreeze06SPAMSUCKS@hotmail.com. Just remove the SPAMSUCKS from the address. Bellaire Belles Chapter Five By Mr. Freeze I was having the time of my life. I was in love with a beautiful older woman who loved to have sex. For the next two weeks we had sex all over Grace's house and several times in the boat. We couldn't keep our hands off one another. Sarah continued to work with me in getting me to stay flaccid when I was naked with her. I was actually starting to get good at it but whenever she teased me it would instantly go up. She figured I was probably ready for the nudist beaches as long as she didn't play with me while we were there. I talked to Grace several times. She wasn't having much luck with my mom so most of her calls were a need for a sympathetic ear. She did manage to embarrass herself in front of my mom's entire church when she screamed out how un-Christian my mother was. The entire church yelled back at her calling her a sinner and a heathen and demanding that she leave. It was an abysmal failure. I decided to not tell her what was going on between me and Sarah as she didn't need anything else to obsess about. I still hadn't heard from Ashley. I tried calling over to her place a few times and left a message to call me but she never returned my calls. Her mom did tell me she was absolutely miserable and that she wanted me to fix what ever happened between us so she could have her daughter back. I told her I wanted the exact same thing, but that Ashley probably wouldn't listen anyways. If Sarah hadn't been keeping me so happy I would have been extremely miserable. As it was, I wasn't always the best company for Sarah and she knew why. I had started taking Bree to some of her music and dance lessons to free up Sarah's already hectic schedule. During the day she was usually busy arranging some charity function or another. Bree begged me a few times to stay and watch her practices so that I could see how good she was. I have to be honest, she was a step ahead of all the other kids that were at the various practices. I had heard her sing before and I knew she was good at that, but she could really dance. She was doing some type of ballet for the class I was visiting and I was absolutely amazed at the grace and beauty she put into her performance. Bree and I were becoming really close friends. During our rides to and from practice she would tell me all about all the problems she was having with her friends and how she was having problems meeting boys. I honestly couldn't understand how she could have a problem with boys. She was very pretty and had a wonderful personality. If I was her age I would be falling all over myself to date her. I told her that most boys were probably intimidated by her because she was so pretty. Another weekend came and Bree asked if she could go out on the boat with me. I offered to take her with her mom's permission. Sarah thought it was an excellent idea but decided to stay back so the two of us could get to know one another a bit more. We both agreed that my relationship with Bree was important if our relationship was going to survive. I decided to get things going early in the morning so I could make it all the way to the Salty Dog again for lunch and make it back before the daily thunderstorms would hit. Bree came over to my house around seven in the morning. I had prepared breakfast, which both of us shoveled down in silence. After breakfast I went out to the boat to get things ready and turned on the TV for Bree so she had something to do while she waited for me. It took me about 20 minutes to get everything ready. I went back up to the house, grabbed Bree, and then we were off. It was a nice sunny morning. It was warm, but not hot yet. The birds were out in multitudes taking advantage of the relative cool of the morning. As I piloted the boat through the no-wake zone Bree was busy getting comfortable. She pulled off her t-shirt and shorts revealing a very skimpy two piece bathing suit. I instantly got hard looking at her young firm body. She was absolutely stunning. She had the same amazing olive skin that her mother did with no tan lines. I guessed her breast size to be about an A-cup but I could tell she was well on her way to the next size up. Only the sound of an air horn from another boat drew my attention away from her amazing figure. I quickly swerved the boat to avoid impact with the other boat and tried to collect myself. I looked over at her every so often as we continued through the no-wake area. She had started putting on suntan lotion that she got from a sling bag she brought with. "Can you do my back?" asked Bree. "Sure sweets, let me just pull the boat over first." I didn't want another near accident. I pulled the boat over and then took the bottle from her. As I applied the lotion to her skin I noticed how soft and smooth her skin was. It was like running my hand over satin. I felt a bit awkward as I moved my hand under her bikini top strap and then again when my hand was basically on her ass doing the part just above the bottoms of her suit. I was going to take my shirt off but now it was the only thing hiding my raging hard on that was tenting my shorts. I wondered to myself how someone so young could be so desirable and affect me like she was. I got back to the controls of the boat and maneuvered out into the Gulf through John's Pass. By then I was relatively deflated so I felt comfortable taking my shirt off and getting a tan. We actually had quite a bit of time so I tooled around the gulf hitting the waves and having a generally good time. I stopped the boat about a mile off shore so we could lay out for a bit and get some sun. "If you want you can lie out on the back deck of the boat and get a good suntan. I will grab us some tea down below," I said after turning off the boat motor. "Do you mind if I go topless?" asked Bree as if it was a normal every day request. "I don't think that would be a good idea," I said, feeling my member stiffening in my shorts. "I just want to get an even tan," said Bree. "I am just not comfortable with that Bree." "OK," said Bree dejectedly. I went down inside the hull of the boat and pulled out a pitcher of iced tea from a small refrigerator I kept on the boat. I poured two glasses and then made a move to go out but then stopped. I figured I had better relieve some of my pressure so I wouldn't get hard around her so easily. I pulled down my shorts and quickly got myself to erection. As I began pounding my meat, I tried to fantasize about Sarah and our last encounter in the boat. It didn't take long and soon I was shooting thick, sticky ropes of cum into a waiting paper towel. I quickly put everything in its place and then took the drinks up topside to a very impatient Bree. "What took you so long?" "Oh...um...the radio. I was checking the weather radio," I lied. Bree shrugged and then took her drink and downed about half of it. She put the glass in one of the drink holders in the passenger area of the boat and then climbed on to the back deck of the boat to lie out. I did the same thing and lay down next to her. "I am having so much fun today," said Bree. "Thank you for bringing me out on your boat." "It really isn't my boat, it is Grace's boat," I corrected. Bree giggled and swatted at me playfully. "You know what I meant you goof." "Well, it was my pleasure to take you out on the boat." Bree turned on her side and looked at me. "I want to thank you for coming into my mom's life. You have made her so happy." "It is more like she came into my life," I said smiling. "It is something that really took me by surprise but it has been a wonderful surprise." "I really can't think of a better guy for her to pick," said Bree smiling back at me. "All of her other boyfriends were assholes." Bree blushed as she realized she swore. "I don't care if you swear," I said, trying to be the good guy and not the asshole telling her what to do. "I consider you a friend," said Bree, suddenly serious. "I consider you a friend too," I said. "I love spending time with you." Bree grinned and then scooted over and put her head on my chest and draped her arm over me and squeezed. I didn't know what to do. Was she flirting with me or was she just being friendly. I did everything I could not to get hard with a beautiful young woman who was half naked resting on my chest. I decided to put my arm on her back and she squeezed into me tighter. I rubbed her smooth back gently and after about a minute she was asleep in my arms. What was surprising to me was that I was no longer the horny teenager. I was the comforting role model. As she slept I felt content. After about fifteen minutes Bree stirred. She rubbed her hand across my chest and then gave me a chaste peck on the cheek. She went back to her towel and sat down on it and looked out towards were the Florida coastline was. When she looked back at me I noticed she had been crying. "Are you alright sweets?" "Yes, I am just so happy you came into our lives," said Bree. I wiped off a tear that was rolling down her cheek, kissed her on the top of her head, and then took her into my arms, giving her a huge bear hug. After our hug I picked up our towels and started securing the boat for our trip to Sarasota. I had intended to spend more time parked out here but it just felt appropriate to get going again. After getting everything secure and getting Bree back in her seat I gunned the boat and headed down to Sarasota. I stopped in Bradenton on the way there to top off the fuel and then made my way to the Salty Dog, which wasn't open yet. We would have to wait ten minutes. That gave us enough time to put normal clothes on and wash up in the sink in the cabin. As we exited the boat I noticed Bree wasn't wearing any shoes. "Hey sweets, you need to put some shoes on to go in there." "I didn't bring any." Damn that girl and her habit of going everywhere barefoot, I thought. I noticed Kirk, the owner of the place going in. "Hey Kirk!" "Hi Greg, nice to see you again. It's been awhile." "Too long," I said, smiling. "So how have you been?" "Pretty good, enjoying my summer vacation," I said. "Ah, to be young and on summer vacation," he lamented. "Hey listen Kirk, I have a problem." "What's up?" "I know your policy on no shirts, no shoes and everything but my friend here forgot to bring shoes this morning when we left." "I will look the other way," said Kirk with a wink. "I will let the wait- staff know too." "Thanks Kirk, I appreciate it." We went in and ordered lunch. As per usual, I had my grouper sandwich. I often wondered if I would be better off in a career as a grouper fisherman seeing I loved eating it so much. Our conversation was light and witty and not at all heavy like it was on the boat. We had a great time and I really felt that Bree was becoming a close friend. The trip back was pretty uneventful. I was trying to make good time so I could get back before the afternoon showers. I managed to beat them by about an hour, which was really good. Bree helped me tie up the boat and get everything secured and covered. As we got out of the boat, I saw Sarah walking down to the dock. Bree turned to me and grabbed my arm. "Thank you for a wonderful day," said Bree with a smile. Then she kissed me on the lips quickly and ran off towards her house. I was in a state of shock when Sarah got up to me. "Looks like she had a good time today," said Sarah giggling. "Is she always that way?" I asked. "What way?" "You know, kissing and hugging people." "Sometimes," she said. "Only when she really likes someone." "Oh." "She has taken a real shine to you." "I gathered that." "I can see why," she said. "You are really nice to her. None of my other boyfriends gave a shit about her." "Just so she doesn't get a crush on me or anything," I said jokingly. Actually it wasn't a joke. I was scared that she already had a crush on me. "I wouldn't worry about that," said Sarah with a smile. "Now go clean up and get dressed up. I am taking you out to a nice place. I will be over at five." Normally the thought of dressing up didn't excite me in the least but with Sarah it sounded like a great thing. I loved being dressed up with such an elegant woman. "I will be ready for you," I said with a wink. I gave her a quick kiss and headed to the house. I rummaged through my clothes and found that I wasn't happy with the only nice outfit I had. I knew I was going to feel underdressed with such an elegant woman. I started wishing I had a better wardrobe to choose from. I decided I would ask Grace the next time if I could go clothes shopping with her credit card. I felt bad having to ask her but there really was no other way. It would be the first time I had asked her for anything. I showered, shaved, and got dressed and then put on liberal amounts of cologne. Once I was ready I went downstairs and waited for Sarah to arrive. Things were going well this weekend with Sarah and Bree. I was actually starting to feel somewhat happy. I still obsessed about Ashley all the time but some of the good was starting to outweigh the bad in my life. At exactly five the doorbell rang. I opened the door and was ready to leap out and kiss Sarah when I saw a guy dressed in a black suit with a funny black hat on. "Ms. Parker is waiting for you in the car," said the man. He gestured out to a white stretch limousine. We walked down to the car and then he gestured for me to get in. When I got in I saw Sarah dressed to kill in a low cut black cocktail dress. She had a diamond necklace on that accentuated her long graceful neck that was exposed by her hair being up in a French twist. On her wrist and ankle she had diamond bracelets on. She also wore a black pair of stiletto heels. "My God, you are beautiful, "I exclaimed. "Thank you, handsome," she said, winking. "I feel underdressed," I said sheepishly. "You will be fine," said Sarah, "but we will need to work on your wardrobe. I need to take you shopping." "So where are we going?" I asked. "Landry's." "I've heard about that place. It is supposed to be really nice." "Not the nicest in town, but nice," said Sarah smiling at me. God, she is gorgeous, I thought to myself. The limo driver took his time winding through Clearwater Beach and then Clearwater and eventually made it to the Courtney Campbell Causeway. The restaurant was actually right off the causeway on the Tampa side on a place called Rocky Point. Sarah and I just held hands on the way there because we didn't want to muss up each other's outfits. I figured we would probably have sex in the limo on the way back. When the car got to the restaurant, the limo driver got out and opened the door for us and then we went in. "Good evening and welcome to Landry's," said the maitre de. "We have a reservation in a half hour for three," said Sarah. "We will be in the bar for cocktails. Can you let me know when our third has arrived?" I was confused. Who was this third person she was expecting? I waited until we got into the cocktail lounge to ask her. "Baby, who else is joining us?" I asked. "That is a surprise, "said Sarah. I couldn't honestly think of who would be joining us unless someone was bringing Bree separately. "Would you like a cocktail sweetheart?" asked Sarah. "They will probably card me," I said dejectedly. "I will just have a soda." When the bartender came over she ordered a Rum Runner and a rum and coke. When the bartender looked at me she put a twenty on the bar and winked. The bartender took the twenty and made our drinks. I was impressed that Sarah remembered that I liked rum and cokes. While we were waiting, I knew I wanted to clear the air on a certain issue that had been bugging me while I was getting ready. "Sarah, do you think Bree has a crush on me?" I asked. "Probably," said Sarah nonchalantly. "I wouldn't worry about it though." "She is a fourteen year old girl," I said. "That could be a problem." "Almost fifteen," she corrected with a smile. "I trust you to do the right thing." "I don't want to hurt her feelings," I said. "I really like her. I consider her my friend." "I know there will be some speed bumps in your future with her but it will all work out in the end." "I don't know," I said. "I just feel that with all that happened today that I won't be comfortable with her in a nudist environment." "You both will be fine," said Sarah. "Everything will work out. Trust me." "I don't know." "You worry too much." The maitre de came up and told Sarah that her guest was here. "Can you wait here while I go get our surprise guest?" asked Sarah. "Sure." Sarah walked off with the maitre de and I was left wondering what the hell happened in our little conversation. Wasn't she worried that her daughter was flirting with me all day? Wasn't she worried that her daughter might have a crush on her boyfriend? How could she be so easy going? I took a sip of my drink and then dropped the glass on the floor when I saw who Sarah came back with. It was Ashley. -- end chapter five -- -- to be continued --