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Subject: {ASSM} Looking Through The Lens Ch.01 Pt. 2/3 (rom)
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A new long story.  Check out my asstr web page for the latest.

   Cheers, Ryan ----------------------

   Looking Through the Lens By Ryan Sylander
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   Chapter 1

   Part Two of Three

   The next two days sucked.  I went to the pier both days, and even though
I caught more fish than usual, I left after three hours when she didn't
show up.  I still felt hopeful, but frustration was setting in.  Why hadn't
I asked her name, asked if we could hang out again, asked a million other
questions, instead of grunting out two word answers to everything she said?

   "Matt, are you OK?" Melissa asked me the afternoon after my second
pier-girl noshow.

   "Yeah, I'm fine." I shrugged.

   "You seem preoccupied."

   "I'm OK, really."

   "You haven't really been into the beach this year."

   "I guess."

   She gave me a long look.  I stared at my hands and fidgeted.

   "If there's anything wrong, you can always talk to me, right?"

   "I know, Mom, I'm fine right now.  Just tired."

   "OK, sweetie, I love you."

   Luckily she let it go at that.  What would she help anyways?

   The next few days I stayed home and played my guitar, and started to
lessen my sudden obsession with the girl at the pier.  Playing music took
my mind off of her and I started being able to function normally.  I even
hit the beach a few times with Lara and Julie, and a guy named James.  I
hated having to be in my bathing suit in front of Julie.  I kept thinking
as soon as I got home I would have to hit the weight room more.  But as a
trade off I got to look at her run around in her bikini.  A few times I
even launched the girls up out of the water, and admittedly I liked the
touching that it afforded.  Julie had very smooth skin.  More than once I
had to stay in the water longer than them to cool down a burgeoning
erection.

   A week after we had arrived, I headed back to the pier again to catch
some lunch.  Some of my apprehension about possibly seeing her came up
again when I saw the pier, but I ruthlessly squashed it down.

   It was getting hot, and when I saw some people on the end of the pier I
considered turning back.  But I was in the mood to fish so I walked out
there anyway.  About halfway there I heard someone yell behind me.  I
turned to find her walking quickly to catch up with me.  I suppressed the
urge to jump over the edge of the dock.

   "Hey!" she said brightly, as she plopped her gear down and caught her
breath.

   "I thought maybe you went back home," she said.

   "Nah, just had some stuff to do at the house," I said.

   "I'm sorry I teased you the other day, I hope you are not mad."

   "No, it's fine, I was the one who knocked my fish over like a retard," I
said, wincing at the memory.

   "That was pretty funny," she said with a small laugh.  "Want to fish
together?"

   "Sure."

   We headed down the pier.  I grew anxious as I started worrying about
what to say.  The girl seemed relatively comfortable with the silence, but
by the time we reached the end of the pier my head was a jumble of stupid
things I probably didn't need to say out loud.  We set up in a corner away
from the other people there.

   "Um, you weren't here the last two times I was here," I blurted out. 
Great, now she thinks I'm a stalker.  But everything else to say that came
to mind seemed worse.

   "I had to work."

   "Oh.  Where do you work?"

   "Down at the fish market."

   "That's cool.  What do you do?"

   "Everything.  Mostly cleaning and selling fish.  My parents own the
place."

   "Nice.  Which market?"

   "Martin's.  It's down by the shops on the water."

   "Yeah, I know which one.  We buy fish there a lot."

   We baited up and cast out.  I was hoping the fishing would ease my
nerves, but the silence felt even more uncomfortable.  Finally I started
thinking straight and remembered she skied.

   "So where do you ski?  You said you ski in the Catskills often."

   "Well, not as much as I'd like.  Usually we go to Windham, or Hunter
mountain.  Sometimes we go up to Vermont."

   "That's a long ride."

   "Yeah, but we go for a week at a time.  Do you ski?" she asked.

   "Yeah.  Same places."

   "You're lucky to live nearby."

   "Yeah, it makes it easy.  We live about 10 minutes from Hunter."

   "Hah, looks like I'll be taking home some lunch!" she said, pulling on
her reel.  She pulled in a fish and plopped it in her bucket.  I looked at
her for the first time as she smiled at me.  Her eyes were beautiful. 
That's all I needed to see to suddenly start feeling better again.

   "Don't you get all the fish you want through your store?" I asked,
snapping out of my stare.

   "Sure."

   "So why do you fish?"

   "Why do you fish?" she echoed.

   "I don't know," I said slowly.  "I guess I like the peace, it's fun, I
can catch my own food, lots of reasons."

   "Mm hmm." She cast out again.

   I looked at her when she didn't answer.  "What about you?"

   "Same.  Hey, two-zero."

   "What?"

   "Got another one."

   Indeed she pulled up her second fish.

   "I didn't know it was a contest."

   "It's not.  But I'm still winning," she said, smiling at me.

   We spent the next hour in relative quiet, with occasional small talk.  I
never was good at one-on-one spontaneous conversation, particularly with
girls my age.  If you got me talking about something I knew about, like
music, I could go on for a while.  But otherwise, I just didn't know what
to say.

   Eventually, after she had caught about 11 fish, she decided to head
home. I had caught 3, even though we were on the same bait.  That's how it
goes though.  We walked back to the shore and then stopped when I had to
turn down the beach to go home.

   "Will you be back tomorrow?" she asked.

   "Um, sure, in the morning."

   "Oh, then I think I'll come in the afternoon," she said.

   "Oh, OK.  Maybe I'll see you some other time then." I studied my tackle
box, feeling my stomach sinking to my feet.  I looked up at her when she
laughed out loud.

   "I was just kidding.  Don't take me so seriously!"

   I felt heat in my face.

   "I'll come tomorrow morning.  What time will you be here?" she asked.

   "I don't know.  Maybe nine."

   "Cool.  See you then!"

   I stood there amazed as she left.  Had she just said she would come in
the morning?  She turned and smiled once before turning around the corner
and disappearing.

   I practically ran home.

   That afternoon I was floating on air.  Melissa noticed.

   "What's gotten into you?" she asked as we lounged on the beach.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I haven't seen you this happy in a while."

   "Had a good fishing morning, I guess."

   "Really.  Three fish is a good fishing morning?" she asked, suddenly
more interested.

   "I caught more but didn't bring them home."

   She looked at me.  I avoided her stare, but suddenly had the feeling
that she knew what was going on when she smiled and got that mischievous
look in her eyes.  Before she had the chance to probe any further I got up
and went to swim in the waves.

   Julie and Lara were splashing around, looking bored.  The waves were
small and they weren't having any luck trying to ride them.  I waded out
and tackled Julie.  She let out a surprised squeak.  My hands brushed
across her breast, but I didn't care.  After I threw her through the air, I
gave my sister the same treatment.  They came up spluttering.

   "Matt!" they both yelled, splashing me.

   "Don't splash me!" I said, sending jets of water their way.

   The situation turned difficult when they decided to gang up on me.  Not
that I was complaining.  Having Julie try to wrestle me underwater was
definitely not a problem.  I could feel her breasts pressed into my back,
her legs around mine trying to trip me up.  My sister was pulling on my
neck from the side, and eventually we all splashed into the water.

   After a while I waded away, as I couldn't really control my arousal
anymore, and there was great danger of a stray hand touching something
which would give it away.

   The girls made chase for a bit, but I was too fast and eventually
settled about 20 feet from them.  The girls whispered conspiratorially for
a while, with occasional giggles.  I just enjoyed the water and watched the
people on the beach.

   "OK, we won't splash you if you don't splash us anymore," said Lara
after some time.

   "Sure." I kept my distance.

   "C'mon, truce." Lara held out her hand.  I looked at it warily.  I had
cooled off down below, so I waded back to them and shook her hand. 
"Truce."

   They started talking about Madonna, probably just to rile me up.  I was
in such a good mood though, I even joined in the conversation.  Imagine
that.

   After a brief silence, Lara announced she had to use the bathroom, and
waded out.  Julie stayed behind.  Suddenly I felt some nervousness.

   "You're in a good mood," she said.

   "So.  It happens sometimes."

   "I like it," she said a bit coyly.  I shrugged and gave her a small
smile.

   "Sorry about that first morning, I didn't know you were sleeping," she
said.

   "It's not your fault, Lara knew I was sleeping."

   "Did you really borrow her True Blue cassette?" she asked after a pause.
Great, I thought.  My favorite topic.

   "Yeah, I admit it.  I borrowed it.  I was like eight, I didn't know any
better."

   "You were not eight!  That album only came out a couple of years ago.  I
was 12 when I got it, and so were you then."

   "Whatever."

   "I think it's cute."

   "Cute!?"

   "Yeah, you were into Madonna," she said with a giggle.

   "Not really.  It was a brief phase.  Like one or two days."

   "That's not what Lara said."

   "Next topic," I said, not liking the direction of the conversation. 
Normally I would have wanted to crawl under a rock, but my mood was still
high so I shrugged it off.

   "OK.  What's the next topic?"

   "Anything but Madonna."

   "How about Duran Duran?"

   "Give me a break!" I retorted, but I knew she was kidding when I saw her
smile.  She had a great smile, it lit up her face.  I hadn't paid attention
before this summer, but she was really pretty.  Her light freckles accented
a cute face with big brown eyes.  I boldly looked at her for a few seconds
before self-consciousness got the better of me and I looked back to shore.

   "Where is Lara?" I asked.  "She's taking her time."

   Julie shrugged and looked at me.  I shrugged and turned back to the
shore to look around.  Suddenly I was underwater.  I breathed in a big gulp
of air.  The problem was I was underwater.  I flailed about, coming up and
coughing out a bunch of sea water.  My eyes, throat and nose all burned
from the salt.  Julie was laughing hard and shaking water out of her eyes.
Maybe they were tears of laughter.  I coughed for a bit and spit up a last
bit of sea water.

   "I thought we had a truce!" I said, clearing my eyes.

   "You and Lara did," she corrected.

   "So this bathroom ploy was just to get me back?"

   "Maybe."

   I splashed her with water.  That started another huge water fight, which
continued with me tackling Julie into the water, gripping her waist
tightly. Lara returned somewhere in the middle of the fight, and eventually
the girls overwhelmed me with water so I headed out to the sand.

   "Wuss!" cried out Lara, as the girls yelled in victory.  I ignored them
and headed in to get some soda and clear the burn.

   As I sat on the porch, I watched Lara and Julie talking and occasionally
looking up at me.  They're probably planning their next water fight, I
thought.  I was looking forward to it.

   After dinner, I went to my room to play some music, and watch the sunset
from my window.  I was interrupted by a knock.

   "What?"

   The door opened and Julie and Lara came in.  They closed the door, which
struck me as odd.  They also had a beach bag with towels in it.

   "I'm not going back in the water," I said, before they could say
anything.

   "C'mon Matt, let's go to the beach," said Lara.  She pushed the towel
aside and showed me the bag.  I looked in and saw the top of a bottle.

   "Where did you get that?" I said quietly.

   "Julie's brother bought it for us.  He bought us two bottles of Jack
Daniels this afternoon.  C'mon, let's hit the beach."

   Julie's brother Jack was 21, and reportedly a party animal.  He had had
some run-ins with the law, involving minors and alcohol.  I guess he hasn't
changed, I thought.

   I hesitated for a second.  Lara and I were no strangers to drinking. 
When our mothers had guests over for parties in our house, Lara and I would
often have a few friends over ourselves, and hang out in the guesthouse. 
We had a source of alcohol through a schoolmate and kept a stash of beers
and liquor in a cairn in the woods.  Usually my quietness led me into
drinking heavily at these get-togethers, and although I could sneak into my
room through the side house door and avoid the questions of my mothers, I
usually felt like crap the next day.

   "I don't know, Lara."

   "Don't worry, everyone is going out tonight to a bar.  We'll be back
before them."

   "Alright.  Let's go," I said, still a bit reluctant.

   I vowed to control myself.

   Sure enough the next morning I felt like crap.  I rolled over in bed,
trying to get some moisture back in my mouth.  It was useless, I was
totally dehydrated.  I was also tired and felt like my room was on springs.
Finally I got up to get some water from the bathroom.

   "Shit!" I said, looking at my watch.  It was nine-thirty.  At nine I was
supposed to meet the pier girl, as I'd started thinking of her to myself.
Lara came out of her room and looked like hell.  From the looks of the guy
in the mirror, I figured I looked about as good.  I suddenly felt
resentment towards her for dragging me out and bringing the bottle.  She
closed the door behind her.

   "I feel like crap," I said pointedly.

   "You'll live," she said, sitting down to pee.

   "Thanks, I didn't know that," I said.  I took a few deep breaths.  "I
gotta go."

   "I'm almost done."

   "No, I have to go out."

   "Where?"

   "Fishing, I was meeting someone there at nine," I said, before thinking.

   "Who?" she asked, suspiciously.

   "Um, some dude I was talking to yesterday," I said, perhaps a bit too
quickly.  "He plays guitar too," I added, hoping the story would ring more
true.  I wasn't really sure why I had lied in the first place.  My sister
and I were close, but somehow I didn't feel like telling her about the pier
girl.

   "Cool.  You should have thought of that last night and set an alarm,"
she said.

   "Yeah.  I don't know if I would've set it right anyways."

   "Me and Julie and James are going to take the bikes and ride around.  Do
you want to come?"

   I looked at her for a second.  Even though Lara and I hung out back at
home, it was more because we had the same friends.  And usually when we
came to Montauk, she and Julie would do their own thing.  So why all of the
sudden were they inviting me to hang out with them?  And James seemed to be
hanging around an awful lot too.

   "I'll see what's going on.  I don't know if I can ride a bike today."

   "We're going at three, so be back by then if you want to go."

   She went back to her room.  I showered quickly and tried to remove the
cobwebs from my head.  Finally around ten I grabbed my stuff and headed to
the pier, hoping it was not too late.

   When I got to the pier I was relieved to see someone at the end.  As I
got closer I saw that it was her.  I felt excited, but also nervous since I
was over an hour late.

   "Hey," I said, as I approached.  She turned and looked at me.  There was
no anger in her eyes, I thought, relieved.

   "You're late," she said.

   "Sorry," I said sheepishly.

   "I don't think I can fish with you."

   I stared back at her.  There was no laughter in her eyes either, I
suddenly noticed.

   "Um, why?  I'm sorry, I overslept."

   "You said nine, and I already got nine fish, so I think I can't fish
with you."

   I stood there for second, fidgeting with my fishing rod.

   "OK, I'm sorry." I bent down and picked up my stuff, red-faced.

   She looked at me for a second, and then burst out laughing.

   "Didn't you hear what I said yesterday?" she said.

   "What?" I said, confused.

   "Don't take everything I say so seriously!"

   "I didn't - I didn't know, I thought maybe you were pissed at me or
something."

   "I was just teasing you.  C'mon, get your pole ready, you have a long
way to catch up."

   I got my pole ready and cast out.

   "So, long night last night?" she asked.

   "How did you know?"

   "Your eyes are red.  You look tired," she said.  "And you're an hour
late."

   "Yeah, thanks for reminding me," I said.

   "Good party?"

   "Nah.  Just hung out with my sister and her friends.  They had a bottle
of Jack, and things..., well, things got out of hand."

   "Ah."

   There was a brief silence.

   "How old are your sister and her friends?"

   "Fourteen."

   "So how did you manage the alcohol, steal it from your dad's liquor
cabinet?"

   "Um, no, Julie's brother got it for us.  For her, actually, and she
shared it with us."

   "Julie is your sister's friend?"

   "Yeah.  Her brother is 21 and he bought it."

   "Jack Laetsch," she said simply.

   "Yeah, how did you know?"

   "Sounds like him."

   I looked at her.  Suddenly she seemed much older than me.  I felt like a
five year old talking about the candy I stole.

   "How old are you?" she asked, as if reading my thoughts.  I hesitated
for a moment, tempted to inflate my age.

   "Fourteen also."

   "So you and your sister are twins?"

   "No."

   "Wow, your Mom had you really close together."

   "No, we're about two weeks apart."

   She looked at me with a quizzical look.  Then she realized.

   "Oh, so she's your step sister."

   "Yeah, like that," I said quickly.  I felt uncomfortable explaining my
family situation after the teasing it had brought when I was younger.  The
girl must have sensed it because she changed the topic back to my lateness.

   "So you went out partying with two girls and some whiskey, and then you
stand me up in the morning?"

   I was about to make some lame excuse when I looked at her.  This time
all the mirth was in her eyes, and I remembered what she had said.

   "Yeah, that's it exactly.  I'm a busy man."

   She laughed.  "You're funny."

   I didn't think I was particularly funny, but I was happy that she did.

   We spent the next two hours hanging out.  Eventually, after she had
caught 26 fish, she put her rod down and asked to sit in my chair, since I
was standing at the rail.

   "Help yourself," I said, "I have a long way to go."

   "You know, you suck at fishing," she said.

   "What!?" I looked at her, and again saw the mischief in her eyes.

   "I caught almost 20 in the last two hours.  You only have two fish."

   "Three," I said defensively.

   "Alright, three.  That's still weak." She was right.  I turned and gave
her a level look.

   "I usually have better luck.  I think you must be bad luck."

   "Ouch, that hurt," she said pouting.

   "Sorry, I was just kidding," I said quickly, feeling bad.

   "I know, I was just joking back, silly." She let out a giggle.  I let
out a breath, somewhat exasperated.  Her teasing was merciless.

   She stood up and stretched.

   "I have to get to work.  Take some of my fish," she said, grabbing her
bucket.

   "Um, thanks, but I can catch my own fish."

   She looked up at me with a doubtful look, and then grinned, putting her
bucket down.

   "Suit yourself, then.  I'll be here tomorrow at nine."

   "Cool, I'll come by too."

   "Great.  Maybe I'll see you, maybe not!" She walked off down the pier
before I could answer.
   ----------- End Part Two, Chapter One 

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