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Sam - Part 20

by Samantha K
(FF, MF, tort, exhib, size, viol)
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Sunday was the perfect day I had hoped it would be when we made
our plans to go to the beach.  The sky was a deep, clear blue
without a single cloud and the sunlight coming in my bedroom
window seemed warm and inviting.

Before I went down to feed Brute, I put on the faux blue shorts
that I had made from the faux blue bikini bottoms.  Then I tried
to simulate the white stars like I had done the blue bikini top.
I thought they worked pretty well, but I wasn't completely happy
with them.  The shiny metal rings against the white didn't look
quite right.  I thought the star shapes were a little too flashy
for backyard wear and really too small, too.  Not that dressing
like an exotic dancer wasn't fun, but I thought romping with the
dog needed more of a tomboy style.  I tried thickening the points
of the stars that wrapped around my boobs to the inside, then
stretching and merging the outside points until I had a sweeping
band going under each breast, around my sides and ending in two
points crossing in the middle of my back.  It looked something
like a low-cut, strapless bra that didn't meet in the front. 
Definitely a new look, and very sexy, too, even if it covered
more than the bikini-top.

To fix the problem of the rings, I added some texture and
decorative stitching, like I had with the shorts, and that was
very effective.  The texture seemed to add separation between the
rings and the fake fabric.  The fancy stitching made the rings
look like they were part of the white band, instead of part of
me.

I turned around and around in front of the mirror, trying to get
a look from every angle.  From the front, sides, and back, it
looked like I was wearing some sort of stylish top, but you
really couldn't tell what it was.  It looked like it aught to tie
or lace-up or something, just around the next curve, but it never
did.  I was very pleased with myself.  I really felt like I was
getting the hang of designing skinwear.

If Brute noticed anything, he had nothing to say about it.  Brute
didn't wear clothes or need to, so he probably didn't care one
bit what I had on.  All he wanted to do was play, so I romped
with him until he got distracted and ran off after a squirrel.

I still wasn't sure where I was going with this fake clothes
stuff.  I had already discovered that it wasn't useful for a
costume, since it offered no protection and couldn't adapt on
it's own to my surroundings, unlike the nice suit Mr. Morton had
made.  Also, I knew anything I did would basically evaporate if I
got knocked silly unless I walked around wearing it enough for it
to become second-nature.  Aside from being the most comfortable
thing in my wardrobe; it seemed that the only practical benefit
was that it would save some time doing my laundry.

Still, it was something I could do.  I was getting better at it,
and I was having fun doing it.



The humid, 90-degree weather had everyone looking forward to the
beach and we were all ready to go as soon as we had cleaned up
after brunch.  I went back up to my room to change clothes at the
last minute so no one would know what I planned to wear.  I had
even managed to avoid anything more than casual conversation with
Jim and Bud so I wouldn't be tempted to give anything away,
although each of them kept poking his head around doors to see if
he could catch me.

Bambi was another story.  She stared at me as though she wanted
to find out if I had found something that might top her suit, but
every time I thought she might ask, she would just press her lips
together and look away.  It looked like we were both going to
keep things secret until the last second.

When I came down lugging my beach bag, I wore sunglasses, a pair
of flipflops, and a belted linen cover-up that hung almost to my
knees.  I was just putting my stuff in the trunk next to the
picnic basket when Bambi came out wearing virtually the same
thing.  It looked like there would be a show-down on the beach
later.

The boys wore t-shirts that had faded to pastel and the loudest,
most garish, baggiest, swim-trunks I had ever seen.  It was all I
could do not to laugh.  

After we had the car packed, there was a short negotiation for
seating preference.  It was mostly a discussion over who would
get to drive, with Jim volunteering to start, Bud offering to
drive back and me staying completely out of it.  As it worked
out, Bud and I rode in the back with Jim in the front seat and
Mom driving.  There was a 'possibility' that one or both of the
boys would get a turn at the wheel, but Mom didn't actually make
any promises.

Once we were underway, I wondered how Jim had managed to screw up
so badly that Mom didn't even feel comfortable with his driving
even while she was next to him in the front seat.  No one had
told me the story.  No one had even referred to the situation,
except for Jim confiding to me that he wanted a new sports car. 
Since I couldn't imagine Mom denying them anything they wanted
bad enough, I could only assume that at one time, Jim had a car,
but had managed to do something so terrible in it that now
neither he nor his brother were trusted with anything more than
bicycles.  That also explained why the Dragonbike had sat idle
for so long.  I wanted to ask, but I also didn't want to risk
spoiling the trip, so I kept quiet.  Maybe the subject would come
up on it's own since we were going to be together in the car for
over an hour both ways.

I looked around for something to take my mind off the subject and
found myself staring at Bud's trunks.  They were day-glo green
and purple with big red and yellow flowers on them and I wondered
what had ever given the manufacturer the idea that this was what
young men should be wearing in public.  I mean, if I had
something that hideous, I would have burned it.

The trunks looked too big to be swimwear anyway.  They came down
all the way to Bud's knees and they were very baggy.  After my
success with my own non-clothing designs, I thought I was
qualified to hold an opinion.  I wondered why Jim and Bud didn't
wear something more appropriate for the beach, like Speedos. 
After all, they both had the body for it   slim waists, narrow
hips, and nice shoulders.  They both had kind of bony legs, but
you can't have everything.

The Speedo question answered itself as soon as I pictured Bud
wearing one.  From what I had seen of their rooms and from
helping with the laundry, he and Jim both habitually wore
jock-straps as underwear most of the time.  I guess I had thought
of that as an affectation that they had picked up from all the
sports they played, like guys who wear football jerseys or
bike-shorts all the time.  When I tried to picture Bud wearing a
Speedo, a thong or a sling, I almost burst our laughing.  My face
did turn red and I hid my guilty grin behind my hand until I got
control.

The answer was quite straightforward:  neither boy could possibly
wear small, tight swimsuits for the same reason that neither
would ever be partial to tight jeans.  Their cocks were just too
damn big!  Even in a totally flaccid state, there was really no
way they could manage to wear anything tight or stretchy that
wouldn't make them look like they were smuggling overgrown
zucchini and tennis balls.  Even in baggy shorts, they had to
wear athletic-grade underwear to keep things under control.  I
remembered an encounter with Bud, Janice and Jolene in the
schoolyard that had even resulted in a close-up demonstration of
how it was possible for things to get very out of control.

So the reason for the huge baggy trunks was simply to be
comfortable and to allow them to remain modest should an errant
wave dislodge something.  Otherwise, they would have to be
constantly checking and rearranging themselves, and they
certainly did quite enough of that was it was!

As if to illustrate the situation, Bud put his hand between his
legs and pulled at some of the brightly-colored landscape in his
lap.  I don't know if it was cause and effect or not, but he did
give me a quick grin when he did it, so I knew he saw me
watching.  Even though I had been caught, I found I didn't want
to look away right then.  I didn't have anything better to do for
a while and thinking about Bud's equipment seemed a pleasant
enough way to pass the time.

I should have known that there could be no idle or casual
thinking about cocks on my part.  My body was way too responsive
to my head for me to be able to think about things like that
without feeling the consequences, and we weren't even out of town
before I had thought of several things I shouldn't.

Like, I thought that if Bud would have hauled his cock out and
started playing with himself, I would have been entertained.  I
would even have assisted, one hand...two...or any part of my body
he wanted to use.  

The air-conditioning in my part of the car began to feel
inadequate and I turned the vent so that more cool air was
blowing in my direction.  It helped a little, but just a little.
I had kept to myself all last night, so my last dose of cock had
been with George, and that seemed like a long time ago.

It was frustrating.  Neither Bambi or Jim would have objected if
Bud and I got busy in the back seat.  The only good reason for me
not to jump on Bud was that I was trying to keep my swimwear a
secret until we got to the beach and Bambi and I had our little
strip-off to see who was wearing the sexiest suit.  I had no
doubt that she would win, but I had to play the game.

I looked at Bud sideways.  He still had a hand in his crotch and
he was smiling slyly.  I realized that I was being set-up.  He
was trying to get me hot so I would reveal what I had on under
the cover-up.  I tried to look away from the growing bulge, but I
was mesmerized.  I wrapped my arms around myself and crossed my
legs to show that I was going to resist.  For a while, it worked.
 I even managed to look out the window a few times, but whenever
Bud would shift his position, I would glance back to see if
anything had changed.

Bud kept up his teasing until we reached Sarasota.  By then, I
was more impressed with his ability to keep an erection going for
that long than I was by his cock itself.  I kept thinking that if
I had given in earlier, I might have had that thing inside me for
most of the trip.  I started to have serious regrets.

When Bambi turned south, rather than going through town, I knew
we were going somewhere other than the main public beach on
Siesta Key, which was generally known to be one of the best
public beaches in the state, and in my experience, was usually
what people meant when they said 'going to the beach'.  We passed
through several small towns and went by a couple of state parks I
didn't know existed before she turned west again.  It wasn't long
before I could smell the salt air even through the car's
air-conditioner.

She may have seen my puzzled expression in the mirror as I peered
around, because she said, "You've probably never been to this
part of the Gulf coast before, Sam.  I should have told you, the
company has a house on Casey Key.  They bought it to use to
entertain clients, and I'm sure that's how it's listed on the
company's books, but whenever I've called to check, it's always
been available for our personal use.  It's a really beautiful
spot.  We'll be there in about fifteen minutes.

Now that I knew I was going somewhere I'd never been, the fifteen
minutes seemed to drag on like hours.  I forgot all about Bud's
distraction and looked out the window, hoping to see new and
wonderful things, but what I saw was just one mini-strip mall
after another, most of them with the same mix of gift shops,
beach stores, and convenience marts.

I was beginning to feel disappointed when I noticed a disturbance
in one of the parking lots.  It was hard to see, because of all
the palm trees that had been planted to make shade for the black
asphalt lot.  It looked like some people were running away from a
small group to one side.  I saw a local police cruiser parked
crookedly in front of a Little Reb convenience store down at the
end of the row and I 'heard' a low wail like a distant siren in
the back of my head.  The wail changed into a series of sobs and
I knew someone was in trouble.

"Stop!" I shouted, when my mental command wasn't heeded.  Neeka
never needed directions.  She always pulled over before I could
get the words out.  But Neeka wasn't here.  "Please, stop here!"

"You should have gone before we left, Sis," Jim wisecracked from
the front seat.

Bambi took her foot off the accelerator the car and looked at me
in the rear-view mirror.

"We'll be there in just a few minutes, honey," she said.  "The
bridge is just ahead."

"Someone is in trouble," I said.

Bambi slowed sharply and turned into the last entrance to the
lot.  No one spoke.  Jim, Bud and I tried to spot the trouble,
while Bambi pulled up beside the police car.

When everyone got out of the car, I opened my mouth to tell them
to wait, to let me go alone, but one look from Mom killed that
idea.  And with both of us going, neither Jim or Bud would have
waited, so we all walked cautiously around the corner of the
building toward the small knot of people.

The commotion was in the corner between the convenience store and
a hair-salon.  It seemed to center on two people who were backed
into the angle between the two stores, a man wearing faded
blue-jeans and a girl wearing a yellow bikini with a short, white
terry-cloth cover-up over it.  She looked about 14 to me.  It was
hard to tell with her face all scrunched up like that.  The man
looked very unhappy too, but something told me that while they
had that much in common, they didn't belong together.

I squeezed through next to a man wearing a Hawaiian shirt and an
older couple with their arms around each other.  I stopped short
when I saw the policeman kneeling down, leaning against one of
the palm trees lining the parking lot, about ten feet in front of
the two suspects.

The cop had his revolver drawn and was pointing it at the man and
the girl.  I saw that he had his finger on the trigger.  I also
saw that he was holding the gun so tightly that the muscles on
his forearm were rigid.  The barrel of the gun was twitching and
waving so much that I doubted if he could have managed to hit the
building, even at this distance.  This was clearly an 'unstable
situation', as I remembered Lt. Grogan saying on TV.

I felt very alone.  I missed having Neeka with me.  I even
wouldn't have minded having Lt. Grogan and his shiny-booted,
black-suited, heavily-equipped, SWAT crew around.  Instead it was
just one very over-stressed local policeman and me.

"What happened?" I asked, looking around for someone who might be
cool enough to answer.

"He's got Tammy!" the elderly woman said.  "He's got my
granddaughter!"

"He tried to hold up the store, here," the man said as he tried
to calm his wife.  "When he came out, the officer here tried to
arrest him, but he broke away and grabbed Tammy.  God!  It all
happened so fast."

A swarthy young guy wearing a dark t-shirt, whom I took to be the
convenience store clerk said, "He's got a knife.  I thought he
was going to kill me with it!"

The man in the corner had his left hand on the arm of the girl
and his right arm around her.  His right hand was under her
terry-cloth top.  I could see the tip of a very shiny knife
sticking out, poking into the base of her neck.  From a distance,
it had looked very much like a pendant hanging from a necklace,
but from close-up I could see that it wasn't.  And the small red
spot above it wasn't a birth-mark, it was a cut from where the
man was pressing the knife into her throat.  Below it were a few
small drops of red on the front of her terry top.  Those weren't
going to be easy to get out.

Mom had come up beside me and put her hand protectively on my
shoulder.  I really wanted to ask her to go back to the car, but
I didn't think we had time to have that discussion.  I also
doubted if she would have gone, anyway.

I stepped out from the group and slowly sidled past the kneeling
officer so I would be in his line of sight.

"Hi, there, officer...Brown," I said, as calmly as I could
manage.  Thank goodness for name-tags.

"Please step back, miss!" he said, brusquely.  "This is police
business!"  He shouted at the man in the corner, "YOU!  I'm not
going to tell you again!  Drop the knife!"

I reached around for my ID, but I had left my fanny-pack in the
car.

"Ease off on the trigger, please Officer Brown," I asked
politely.  "I can help.  Trust me."  I tried as hard as I could
to keep my voice low, modulated, and friendly.  It wasn't easy. 
I felt like I was about to jump out of my skin.

Brown seemed startled to discover that he was squeezing the
trigger so hard that the hammer on his handgun had begun to move
backward and the cylinder had started to revolve.  He took his
finger off the trigger and I took a breath.

"Thank you," I said.  "I'll just step over here for a second,
OK?"

Before the officer could object, I walked the few feet over to
stand next to the man in the corner.  I did my best to stay out
of the line of fire.

"Hi, there...Tom," I said.  Tom was wearing a faded work-shirt
with his name embroidered in an oval over his shirt-pocket. 
There was a dark spot on the other side of his shirt where it
looked like a company logo had been cut off.  I guessed that must
have been Tom's former employer.

Tom jerked his head around to look at me.  His brow furrowed as
he tried to figure out how I knew his name.  At least I had his
attention.  I decided that that was a good thing.  If he was
paying all his attention to me, there might not be any left for
the hostage.

I eased up close to Tom until my shoulder was against his ribs. 
He continued to look at me like I was crazy.  I reached up with
my left hand and tapped the name on his shirt.  At the same time,
I slid my right arm around his back and lightly hugged his waist,
like he was an old friend.

"'Tom', see?  Not a real good choice of clothes for a robbery,
Tom.  Is this your first time?"

"Y'uh.  Yeah," he mumbled.  He still looked mystified at why a
girl would walk up in the middle of a hostage situation and try
to chat him up.

"Out of work, hunh?"

Tom nodded.  His expression softened just a touch.

"Tough break.  Look, Tom, that officer there is pretty nervous. 
You're pretty worked-up, too.  And Tammy here...Hi Tammy!  Well,
Tammy here is about to pee in her pants she's so scared.  I think
it would be a lot easier on everyone if you would let me stand in
for Tammy for a bit, you know?  How about it?"

Tom looked at Tammy.  She didn't have to try very hard to look
pitiful.  She forced the weakest smile I've ever seen onto her
face to try and appeal to the man with the knife at her throat.

Tom looked at me.  I already had a firm hold on his waist with
one arm, and I put the other one across his stomach and hugged
him tightly.

My "I've got you equals you've got me" strategy worked like a
charm.  Tom put his left arm around my shoulders and took the
knife away from Tammy's neck.  When I saw his hand drop out from
under her I patted him on the side.

"Good!  Thank you.  OK, Tammy, you can go over there and wait
with your grandparents now."

As soon as Tammy started to move, I said, "OK, you need to put
the knife on me now, Tom."

I winced as Tammy crossed Officer Brown's line of fire, but
fortunately nothing happened and she got out of the way just as
Tom put the hand with the knife against my chest.

Tom jerked a bit when he found he couldn't get his hand into the
same position as he had with Tammy.  Under my loose top, there
was a good bit more flesh in the way.

"Here," I said, helpfully.  "Like this."

I put my hand very gently on his wrist and moved the hand with
the knife up under my chin, so the blade was against my throat
instead of the tip.  I wasn't sure that this position was any
safer, but it didn't matter.  With one arm around his waist and
my other hand on his wrist, Tom was under control.  He just
didn't know it yet.

I took a deep breath and let it out.  Without realizing why, Tom
did the same.  I smiled up at him.  It was almost over.  Tom
looked very puzzled.  I understood completely.

"What the hell was that about?" Officer Brown demanded.  "Why did
you do that?  What did that prove?"

Brown was puzzled, too.  He was just a touch pissed, as well.  At
least he wasn't about to shoot someone.  He even had his weapon
lowered and pointing at the ground.

"Take it easy, Officer.  We're almost done here," I said,
reassuringly,

"Hunh?" said Officer Brown.

"Hunh?" said Tom.

"That's right.  It's almost over.  Tom here is about to lie down
on the ground and you are going to cuff him."

This was shocking news to Tom.  He had nothing to say, but he
tried to press the knife against my neck as a way of asserting
his control of the situation.  He was mildly annoyed when his
hand didn't move.  He tried again with the same result.

My gentle touch had hardened to a vise grip.  That knife wasn't
going anywhere I didn't want it to.  I slowly pushed Tom's hand
away from me and rotated his wrist so the blade was facing away
from both of us.

Tom still didn't get it.  He kept trying to bring the knife back.
 He was still trying when I squeezed his wrist so hard that the
knife dropped out of his fingers.

I kicked the knife out of the way so Tom wouldn't fall on it. 
Officer Brown watched it skitter past him down the sidewalk.  Tom
was still trying to get control of his hand.

I raised my right knee and jabbed it into the back of Tom's left
leg.  I shoved him forward with my right hand, stepped behind him
and lowered him to the ground, twisting his arm up behind him in
an arm-lock.  It was very smooth and I was proud of myself.  I
had picked up something from Ed Morris' brief judo lesson that
had come in handy.

I sat down on Tom's back, still holding his wrist.  Tom turned
his head and looked back up at me, no doubt wondering what the
heck had just happened.  I didn't bother to explain it to him.

"Cuffs?" I prompted Officer Brown.  He didn't know what just
happened either.  I decided that was the best way to leave
things.

Once Tom had been restrained and hauled off to sit in the back of
the police car, I tugged on Bambi's hand and headed back to the
car with the boys following.  We got in and Bambi started the
car.

"Hey!  Wait!" Brown shouted.  He wanted us to stop, but I don't
think he could think of any law preventing a stand-in hostage
from leaving the scene.

I stuck my hand out of the window and waved goodbye as Bambi
drove off.  Then I leaned back in the seat and relaxed. 
Sometimes things work just the way you want them to.  I was very
happy about that.  The best part was, I didn't have to use even a
tiny bit of Power.  I had done it all on muscle and bravado.  And
really very little muscle.

We were about a mile down the road when Bud leaned over and
kissed me on the cheek.  I was very happy about that, too.  I
shifted over and leaned against him, putting my head on his
shoulder.  He put his arm around me.  I closed my eyes and
relaxed.  Even though things had gone extremely well, my tummy
was still jumping and my nerves were still jangling.  For the
rest of the trip I worked on calming down.

By the time Bambi turned into the shell-covered driveway at the
beach house, my post-action buzz had mellowed and I was I was
feeling great.  I bounced out of the car feeling like a new
person.

The house looked positively marvelous.  It was all Spanish-style,
with arches everywhere and lots of shady decks and sunny patios
around the side and front.  I was about to help unload the car
when Bambi wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said.  "No reason at all."

Jim and Bud each gave me a 'nothing' hug, too.  Then they grabbed
up everything out of the car and left me with nothing to carry. 
All I got to do was close the trunk and follow them into the
house.  The show offs!

I didn't know what to expect of the beach house, so everything
was a surprise.  The biggest was that it was in every way a
'real' house.  It had three bedrooms, four baths, a kitchen, a
breakfast room, and a huge living room with lots of sofas and
easy chairs and cushions and stuff.  The living room was even
bigger than the family room at home, and that was the biggest
room I'd ever been in that didn't have basketball hoops in it. 
This place even had an indoor/outdoor pool with the 'outdoor'
part shaded by an awning to keep the water from getting too hot.

On the outside it looked even better.  The front of the house was
about twenty feet above the beach, with a series of wooden walks
and decks leading down across some dunes covered with sea-oats to
a broad strip of the whitest sand I had ever seen.  The public
beach sand I remembered playing on when I was younger was kind of
a light grey.  This was pure white, like powdered sugar.  It
almost hurt to look at.  I shaded my eyes, even though I was
wearing sunglasses.

I walked down to the beach and looked out at the ocean.  It was a
beautifully-clear shade of blue that faded to crystal-clear where
the low waves broke tiredly on the brilliant sand.  I looked down
the beach.  There were a number of houses, each as large as ours,
evenly and widely spaced on the sweeping curve of beach.  I could
see several gulls in the distance, soaring and bobbing in the
breeze coming off the Gulf.  Every few seconds, one would dive
down and skim the surface of the water, trying to snag a fish.

This beach could have been on a different continent for all that
it resembled the beach I was used to.  It was simply the most
beautiful place I had ever been.

I looked the other way and saw that our house was at the end of
the line.  Beyond us was just a large area of dunes and sea-oats
that could have gone on for miles.  In the farthest distance, if
I squinted just right, I could see the shape of a couple of tall
buildings with balconies all over.  I figured they must be condos
at some resort up the coast.

After I stood there for a few minutes, I realized that I was
virtually alone in this paradise.  There were no more than three
or four other people on the beach for as far as I could see, and
with my improved eyesight, I could see pretty darn far!  

The beach I best remembered going to as a child had been so
crowded that you had to get there early to stake out a good spot.
 I remembered Daddy going on about how important picking a spot
was, that you wanted to be close to the ocean, but not too close,
and you wanted to be out of the line of traffic from the parking
lot, and you wanted to be upwind of the trash cans.  Mostly I
remember having big people walk through my sand castles, usually
just when I had got them just right.

"Not what you expected.  Is it?"

Bambi had come down after me.  I had been so wrapped up in
reminiscing that I hadn't heard her.  I was on the verge of
making myself sad from thinking about stuff and I was happy for
the distraction.

"Not at all what I expected.  This is wonderful.  This is like
paradise."

"I'm glad you like it."

"I do!  I feel like I want to stay here forever!"

"I felt that way the first time, too.  It is a beautiful place,
but you can get bored with anything if you do it long enough. 
Ben and I stayed here for months at a time at first.  But
eventually I found that it became routine to live here for too
long.  That's a terrible thing to do to a place like this   to
make it seem ordinary.  So we went back to town and rationed our
time here so it would continue to be special for us."

I nodded.  She was probably right.  It sounded like a very wise
decision, but at the moment, it was still fresh and new and
wonderful to me.  I couldn't imagine thinking of this place as
ordinary.  I watched her looking up and down the beach like I had
done, and I wondered if she didn't regret their decision just a
little bit.  I was sure that if she had it to do over, she would
have chosen to spend more time in this paradise with her husband,
even at the risk becoming jaded to it.

"Where are the guys?" I asked.

"They'll be along.  There is a storeroom in the basement with all
kinds of beach toys in it.  They like to go out and play in the
surf on boogieboards."

The surf didn't look worthy of a board to me.  The waves hitting
the beach were small things, less than a foot high in most
places.  It would take some imagination to think about surfing in
that.

I reckoned without the determination of Jim and Bud, who arrived
a moment later, whooping and hollering and carrying their small
boards over their heads.  They ran past us and splashed into the
water, laughing like madmen.  Each tossed his board into the low
surf at a run, but aiming it along the beach, not out into the
deeper water.  After a couple of laughing falls, they jumped on
the boards and went skimming along down the beach.  

Apparently the size of the waves here didn't have much to do with
attraction.  The long curve of the beach probably determined how
the water behaved.  The waves were low, but they seemed to hit at
a shallow angle, so one wave could roll for a long way down the
beach.  Once they caught one of these waves, they could ride it a
long, long way.  In a matter of minutes, they were far down the
beach.

"Wow!" I said, impressed.  "I never knew you could do that.  How
far do they go?"

"They usually ride all the way to the point," Bambi said.  "Then
they have to walk back."

"There's no lifeguard," I said, stating the obvious.  "What if
they get in trouble?"

"In a foot of water?" Bambi laughed.  

She was right.  It was silly.  I was just used to the idea that
there had to be a lifeguard for you to play in the water. 
Besides, I could see all the way to the point of land she
mentioned, and I would know if one of them did something dumb,
like smacking his head on the board.  Besides, if she wasn't
going to worry, I didn't need to.

I suppose I had gone from thinking of boys as fairly rugged
creatures to something more delicate about the same time that I
found out just how easy it was to break bones and rupture organs.
 My protective feelings probably had to do with the new, more
maternal point of view that I had adopted about saving people,
even from themselves.  I had been very gentle with Tom earlier,
even after I had seen how badly he had treated Tammy.  I hadn't
been angry when I did that.  I had been...disappointed.  I
suppose that was a good thing.  If I had been mad, I might have
accidentally used more force than I really needed to resolve a
situation that had been dealt with just fine by a gentler, softer
hand.

I was very glad that I had been able to handle things with the
absolute minimum amount of force.  It went a long way toward
easing my concern about keeping in check the incredible amount of
power I could tap into as The Dragon.  I was also happy that I
hadn't had to dress-out for this one.  It was a lot of fun to run
around and kick butt in my Dragon aspect, but this had been one
of those times when that would have been a huge amount of
overkill, and might well have created more problems than it
solved.  I was learning control after all.  It just came in a
form I hadn't expected.  

It seemed that the problem wasn't how much force to use, but how
to use the force.  Strategy, not tactics.  I didn't need to worry
about hitting someone too hard if I could deal with things
without hitting at all.  A squeeze, a pat, and a firm hand on a
wrist had done the job.  No property was destroyed, and no EMT
had to scrape someone off the pavement.  And equally as
important, no one felt compelled to alert the media and make a
big noise about it.

Bambi picked out a flat spot and unrolled a beach towel.  I
pulled mine out of my bag and laid it next to hers.

"Time for the showdown," she said, untying her cloth belt.  She
smiled like she thought she would win this.

I untied mine and we both counted to three and whipped off our
short robes.

I wore my 'real' blue bikini.  Bambi had on something that looked
like it was made of sparkles.

"What the...?" I said, staring.  I was suddenly glad I hadn't
tried to outdo Bambi.  Nothing I could have done could have
topped this.

"You like it?"

"I love it!"

She turned around to model it and I saw that the top was your
basic French bikini; just two triangles and string.  The
triangles were kind of narrow, but not remarkably so.  The
bottoms were unusual, a tear-drop of fabric suspended from a
string around her waist that was just large enough to cover her
mound and nothing more.  It was a very sexy suit; and the perfect
thing for tanning on the beach.  The remarkable thing was the
cloth.  No matter which way she moved, or even when she stood
still, it caught the sunlight and reflected in all directions in
tiny points of light.  The impression was one of jewelry rather
than clothing.

I had seen suits before that used little reflectors or shiny
thread to get a similar effect.  This suit was way more than
that.  Every inch of it sparkled, even the strings.  I tried to
see past the light to see if it was any specific color, but
everyplace I looked just flashed those little sparkles.  Bambi's
suit looked like it did just the opposite of what my catsuit did.
 Instead of directing light around it, it reflected light back in
all directions.  That, of course, was the answer. 

"Mr. Morton has outdone himself again," I observed.

"He said this was something else he got from the friend that
provided the fabric for your suit.  I hope you don't mind?  He
said in your case he didn't see any practical use for it, and I
did ask him for something flashy."

"No!  It's lovely.  It's certainly flashy, too.  I concede.  You
win the contest."

I began to wonder if I hadn't underestimated the results of Mr.
Morton's considerable talents being directed to 'practical'
applications on my behalf.  The original suit was certainly
impressive.  The reinforced gloves were practically a deadly
weapon in their own right since they allowed me to hit something
at full force without worrying about bruising my knuckles or
breaking my hands.  If he proved as adept at continuing to design
more things to enhance my abilities with the same level of
creative genius as he showed in his more esthetic work, it was
almost scary to think what he might produce next.  After all,
with his lifelong involvement with Fandom, he had more
theoretical background in the SuperHeroine field than I did.  He
might think of ways to magnify my abilities or even to turn them
in directions I hadn't even considered.

I thought it would probably be a wise thing to have a long talk
with Sylvester Felix Morton and tell him about all the things I
could do, even if they didn't seem to be anything at all to do
with clothes.  

Bambi handed me a bottle of sunscreen and I poured some into my
palm.  After using her hands to scoop sand from under the towel
so she wouldn't be uncomfortable lying on her stomach, she lay
down and I rubbed it over her shoulders and down her back.  When
I got close to the shining string of her top, she reached back
and untied it behind her neck and back so it wouldn't leave lines
as she tanned.

I thought I probably didn't need to apply the sunblock on my own
skin.  I had already healed much worse injuries than a little
sunburn.  Still, I adjusted my tan a few shades darker as a
precaution, just in case I was wrong.  It had been known to
happen.  

I lay down beside her after copying her sand-excavating
technique.    Just for the heck of it, I undid my top too,
letting it lie loose under me.

Before I settled down to enjoy baking in the sun, I raised my
head to check on Bud and Jim.  They were most of the way down the
beach by this time, still running and jumping on their boards to
catch the low, long-rolling waves.  Soon they would have to turn
around and make the long walk back.  It looked like it would take
them a long time.

After about fifteen minutes, Bambi rolled over without bothering
to redo her top.  I did the same, but as I rolled, I saw a bright
flash of light coming from the far corner of the house next to
ours.  I shaded my eyes and squinted through the glare coming off
the white sand.

Whatever it was seemed to be in the shade of some palm trees.  At
first I couldn't make it out, but when there was enough movement
I saw that it was two guys taking turns looking through one of
those short, fat telescopes.  Only they weren't gazing at stars.
This time of day you didn't need a telescope to see the only star
visible in the sky.  These two were using their high-powered
instrument to look at us!

I was torn.  I couldn't decide if I should tell Bambi or not.  I
didn't really know if she would find it funny, or if she would be
pissed that someone was spying on us.  I finally decided that she
needed to make up her own mind about it.

"Uh, Bambi?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you know who owns the house next door?"

"A couple from Houston.  I think the name is Daughtery or Doherty
or something.  They rarely use it, though.  They let a local
agency rent it out for them.  Why?"

"A couple of their renters are looking at us through a
telescope."

"What?  No!"

The fact that she didn't move a muscle meant that she wasn't
super-offended at being entertainment for a couple of voyeurs.

"Can you see them?  How old would you say they are?" She asked,
after thinking for a bit.

"Twenty-something, I'd say.  They keep yanking each other away
from the telescope, so they obviously like what they see."

Bambi giggled wickedly.  I knew that sound.  I think she got it
from me.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked.

"I think I need some more lotion, if you don't mind."

I got to my knees, picked up the bottle, and poured a handful.  I
bent over Bambi and started to cover her from collarbone to toes
in sunscreen.  I was very diligent about it, going over her boobs
thoroughly until her nipples were quite hard from all the
attention.  

While I massaged in the lotion, I took several surreptitious
peeks at our admirers.  The time they took before they traded
places got shorter, but other than that, I couldn't tell much. 

When I told Bambi that we had their complete attention, she ran
her hands through the layer of lotion I had applied and began to
transfer it to me.  To make it easier for her, I straddled her
legs and leaned over her with my hands on my thighs so the view
of her massaging lotion into my breasts wouldn't be obscured.

After a while, we moved on to massaging each other at the same
time, and then I bent over some more so that we could trade
lotion just by rubbing our boobs together.  We both enjoyed that.
 We enjoyed it so much that I missed seeing exactly when our pair
of spies and their telescope disappeared.

"Oh, crud!  They're gone," I told her.  I looked down into her
eyes to see if she wanted me to keep going, just for us.

She looked disappointed.  I was too.  Without an audience, it
didn't have the same spark.  I gave her a quick kiss and rolled
back onto my own towel.  We both sighed and went back to
sunbathing.  I didn't bother to put my top back on because the
sun felt so good on my skin.  The warmth of it was really
soothing, especially with all the lotion soaking into it.

I had been dozing on my back for a while when I had a remedial
lesson in basic physics.  Namely, that metal gets hot when
exposed to direct sunlight.  I didn't know what was happening at
first, it crept up on me so gradually.  It was just a warm
sensation that got warmer and warmer until I finally figured out
what was going on.

"Yeouch!" I said, jumping to my feet.  I grabbed the rings with
my hands and they almost scorched my fingers.  Doing that moved
them some and it suddenly felt like my nipples were being branded
from the inside.

"What's wrong?" Bambi asked.  "Crab bite you?"

"No!" I said, dashing toward the ocean while trying to fan my hot
rings.

Bambi got up and chased me into the water.  When she saw me drop
to my knees in the water and start frantically splashing water
onto my boobs, she figured it out.

"Oh!" she said, laughing.  "Did your rings get a little warm in
the sun?"

"Yes!" I said, peevishly.  I was embarrassed at not having
foreseen what would happen.  It seemed such a dumb mistake.

Bambi wasn't put off by my tone.  She suggested that deeper water
would be cooler if I wanted to go further out.

We waded out until we had to tread water and I could feel a
cooler layer with my toes.  I took a deep breath, ducked my head
under and swam down.  As soon as I touched the sandy bottom with
my hands, I felt the cold water soothing my boobs.  The relief
was immediate and the sensation of cold through the rings after
the heat was fantastic.  I stayed as close to the bottom as I
could while swimming around Bambi's kicking feet in a circle so I
wouldn't get disoriented and wander off.

As I swam, I bumped into the bottom.  The feeling of my sensitive
nipples dragging through the sand was very interesting.  It was
like thousands of tiny teeth biting me, but not enough to hurt. 
Each time they touched bottom, the sensation seemed just a little
stronger and a little more painful, but the cool water soothed
them again immediately.

I stayed down playing tag with the bottom a little longer than I
should.  Since I had learned how to suppress my need to breathe
from swallowing certain large fleshy objects, I could hold my
breath a really long time.  When I felt Bambi grab my arm, and
tug, I knew she was getting concerned and I came up.

While I blew out all the bad air and gulped in some fresh, Bambi
asked, "Are you OK now?  You were down there a long time."

"Fine," I said, as my breathing came back to normal.  "I was just
playing mermaid."

I was facing the beach, so I saw them before Bambi did.

"I think we're about to be rescued.  Look behind you."

She turned to see two guys run splashing into the water and dive
over the low swells toward us.  They seemed to be desperate to
get to us as quickly as possible, which is why I assumed that
they had seen me go under from their deck and thought I was in
trouble when I didn't come up for longer than the average person
could hold their breath.

We had only a few short seconds before my stalwart rescuers
arrived at the spot where Bambi and I were treading water.

"Hello!" I said cheerily, when both heads were out of the water.

Both guys looked like they were in their late 20's; maybe a
well-preserved early 30's.  Both had coal-black hair and were
very ruggedly handsome.  They were deeply tanned and, judging
from how quickly they had swum out to us, quite athletic.  They
both had stunning smiles, and I tried to smile back as nicely as
I could at the men who had rushed out to save me.

"Hello, yourself," one guy said.  "We thought the undertow had
got you, that you'd been sucked under or something.  Are you all
right?"

"I'm fine.  But thank you very much for coming to my rescue! 
That was very sweet of you."  I started to breaststroke my way
back toward the beach.  Bambi followed, and the two guys paired
up with us.

"Yes," Bambi said to the man who was swimming closest to her, "we
appreciate you rushing to the rescue like that.  You must have
been watching us to get here so quickly."

"Well...yes," he said, haltingly.  "We were just having a drink
and watching the seagulls when we happened to see you out here. 
When you went under, we thought the worst."

I thought he evaded that nicely.  It sounded a lot like some of
the partial-truths I was guilty of telling.  I could hardly hold
a small prevarication against them when the alternative was to
admit that they were a couple of peeping toms.  If 'peeping tom'
was even accurate.  We were in a wide-open, technically-public
place, after all.  And they had seemed soooo eager to come rescue
me....

"I'm Jake D'Angelo, by the way," the man closest to me said, as
my feet touched the bottom and I tried to stop swimming and
balance on my toes in the water.  It was too deep for me to be
able to stand yet and I got a face full of water for trying.

"And I'm Tony," the other said, as I wiped the salt water from my
eyes.  "His brother," he added unnecessarily.  

I squinted at both of them.  There was a strong family
resemblance.  They weren't twins, but they were very close to it.
 Same olive-toned skin.  Same strong jawline.  Same dark eyes.

As we waded toward shore, Bambi's few inches of height meant that
she was able to get her feet under her and stand up before me.  I
knew what she was about to do because if I had been able to, I
would have done it first,

As a the water dropped away behind a wave, Bambi's boobs rose out
of the water like two porpoises coming up for air.  

Tony got caught looking.  His jaw dropped and he looked like he
had been hit with a sock full of sand.

"Oh!  I'm sorry," Bambi said, cupping her hands over her nipples,
something that covered rather less than her bikini top would have
if she hadn't left it on the beach.  "I didn't mean to embarrass
you.  We didn't expect anyone else to be out here."

I struggled to the top of a slight hump in the sandy bottom so I
wouldn't get left out of the show.  I made sure I was facing Jake
when I stood up on my toes and brought one arm up to hold it just
below my nipples, as though I thought I were covering them
instead of giving them a perch.  I could feel that they were very
puffy and a little raw from being dragged through the sand.  I
hoped they were nice and red, too.

Jake seemed very appreciative.  He manfully tried to avert his
eyes, but they kept drifting back to my chest.  In what was
obviously an act of will, he raised his chin and forced his gaze
into my eyes.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Jake said, swallowing, "It doesn't
bother us at all.  Just, ah, relax if you like."

It was very hard not to laugh at his claim that two topless girls
with some seriously larger than average boobs didn't bother them.
 Especially since we were all now wading through knee-high surf
and I could see their light-weight trunks clinging to their
bodies.  Jake's lips said 'no' but something else was saying
'yes'.  I wondered if I could turn that 'yes' into 'for sure', or
maybe even 'all stand for our national anthem'.

"Thanks!" I said, lowering my arm as though it were very heavy
and it took a lot of effort to hold it there.  "I'm glad you
gentlemen aren't put off by a little skin.  It just seems that
out here in this beautiful place, clothes are really just in the
way, you know?"

Both men nodded their agreement a touch too vigorously.  When
Bambi dropped her modest pose and reached up with both hands to
wring the water out of her hair, there was a moment of silence
that I really hated to break.

"I'm Sam," I said, belatedly introducing myself as we trudged
across the hot sad to our towels.

"I'm...Bambi," Bambi managed to say, obviously trying hard not to
be 'Mrs. Reynolds'.  I think she was a little smitten by our
volunteer lifeguards.  She seemed a lot less graceful than usual.
 Maybe it was just having been knocked around by the surge of the
waves or the difficult footing on the uneven sand.

"What a darling name," Tony said without a trace of a smirk. 
"Like the fawn?"

I don't know if that qualified him as a man of letters or not,
but Bambi seemed very happy that he hadn't made a joke at her
expense.  Bambi and I sat down in our original spot and Jake and
Tony dropped cross-legged into the sand on either side.

"Isn't that sand hot?" I asked Jake, rhetorically.

In fact, the sand wasn't that hot, but Jake seemed willing to
accept my concern for his comfort.  "Here, sit on my towel.  I'll
make room," I said.

I scooted down to give Jake about a third of the cloth to sit on,
then took his arm and pulled him onto the towel with me.  He was
pretty cramped there, so I 'helped' some more.

"Here," I said.  "Spread your legs and I'll sit between them. 
There.  Like that.  Now let me get in here."

When I finished, Jake and I were facing each other with his feet
to either side of me and mine on either side of him.  I was
practically sitting in his lap.  Now I could tell if there was
the slightest stirring under his trunks.  It also made it
impossible for him not to stare at my boobs, and I planned to
have some fun with that.

Jake seemed embarrassed at the position I had put him in.  At
least he was until Bambi made Tony do the same thing with her. 
Now both of us could tease them unmercifully and know instantly
if we were having an effect.

"So, Jake," I said, "What do you do for a living?"  I thought I
would start with some smalltalk to put him at ease.

"We run an import/export business in Tampa," he said.  "It's an
old company that we inherited from our Uncle Vincent."

"It's all long-term contracts with a few very high-volume
customers," Tony added.  "It practically runs itself."

"So we spend a lot of time going up and down the coast in our
boats," Jake said.

"Oh?  What kind of boats?" Bambi asked.

"Cigarettes.  We race them," Jake said with a slight air of
self-importance.

"You're racers?" I asked, excitedly.  I had seen some races on TV
in that kind of boat.  It seemed insane to me that anyone would
want to go that fast in a boat that was just about all motor, but
they seemed to expect us to gush over them for it and I didn't
want to be rude.

"How interesting!" Bambi said, leaning even closer to Tony and
sliding her leg along his side.  "That must be very dangerous."

"It is, actually," Tony admitted.  "People die in boat crashes
all the time.  It's part of the sport."

"Part of the idiocy," I thought.  I missed having Neeks with me
so I could make smartass comments to someone.  Still, the
D'Angelo brothers and I had something in common, even if I
thought their risk-taking was on the frivolous side.

It was time to turn to turn up the heat a little on our new
friends and see if we couldn't get a rise out of them.  I
casually leaned over and braced my back against Jake's knee,
which he kindly raised to a comfortable position for me.

"You must have some really big trophies," I said to Jake, letting
my hand slide down his leg and my fingers rest lightly on the
inside of his thigh.

"We've won a few," he said.  "But for us it's more about the
thrill.  Maybe the two of you would like to go out for a ride
sometime.  It's really exhilarating."

"It's really stupid," I thought to myself.  

"I'd be too scared to go out on one of those things!" I said
aloud with complete honesty.  "You must be very brave!"

Whatever Jake was about to say stuck in his throat when I brushed
my fingers lightly up and down his leg.  I felt the muscles in
his well-muscled thigh twitch under my caress and I slid down
lower to better brace my neck on his knee.  It also meant my legs
were very far apart and our groins were so close I could feel his
warmth through the damp fabric.

Bambi picked up the bottle of lotion and reapplied it to her
shoulders and her arms.  When she got to her chest, Tony fell out
of the conversation.  It seemed to be taking her a long time to
get to her waist.

"So where are you staying?" I asked, indicating the row of
houses.  I managed to accidentally hook one of my rings with my
finger when I pointed.  I giggled at my clumsiness, but I hung
onto the ring, tugging on it just because it felt good.

"Ummm," Jake started to say, and I swear he forgot the question
for a few seconds as he stared at me.  "Second house," he said,
not even turning his head.

"Nice place?" I asked, flipping my ring up and rubbing my finger
around the nipple.  It was still very touchy from the sand and I
jerked a bit, brushing my pussy against the long lump in Jake's
swim trunks.  It seemed to be rock hard.

"Very nice," Jake said.  

He was down to two-word answers now.  I wondered if I could
improve on that.  I picked up the bottle of lotion that Bambi had
conveniently sat down between us and squeezed a drop onto a
finger.  I used it to sooth my red and swollen nipple.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, as the lotion eased the rawness of my tender
skin.

All I heard from Jake was his breathing.

"Would you like to do me, Jake?" I asked, waiting for a few
second before holding out the bottle of lotion.

"Yes," he said, emphatically and ignoring the bottle.

"I mean, would you squirt some on me?"

"Unhunh!"

That was two one-word answers in a row.  Still, Bambi had done
better.  Tony was silent.  I could barely hear his breathing.

I slid up against Jake and rubbed my throbbing pussy against his
hard cock through the trunks.  He wasn't wearing a jock and I
could feel the heat of it quite well.  I sat up in his lap,
pressed my hard nipples against his chest and breathed huskily as
I looked into his eyes.

"I need it!" I hissed, grinding my pussy on his cock.  "Quickly!"
 I jerked like a caught fish and gave a small cry.  "Before I
burn up!"

Jake began urgently trying to undo the cord in the waistband of
his trunks.  When he had it loose, he yanked them down just far
enough for his cock to pop free.  He reached under my butt and
jerked the thin band of blue material to one side, exposing my
pussy and freeing my hard clit.  I raised up enough for him to
get lined up.  He pulled my hips down and his cock smoothly
sheathed itself in my pussy all the way to the hilt.

"Oh, Jake!" I said, rolling my hips to pull his cock as deeply in
me as I could.  "That feels wonderful!  But all I wanted was for
you to squirt some suntan lotion on me!" 

Jake froze.  I wished I had a camera.  The look on his face was
beyond value.

I was totally proud of myself.  I had totally fucked with Jake's
head and his cock at the same time.  Anytime I can do both at
once, I'm a happy camper.

I straddled Jake and used every trick I knew to give him a good
time.  It was only partially repayment for messing with him   he
was really good-looking, too.  I didn't even especially care if I
came; I just wanted to feel Jake's cock inside me.  I wanted him
to make my pussy all squishy with his cum.  Mostly, I wanted to
see his face when he came, to see his expression in that instant
of release and surrender.

It didn't take long.  Jake was really wound up and my pussy
showed his cock no mercy at all.  I practically sucked him off
with it.  When I felt him go rigid under me, I took a grip on his
cock and my own reaction so I could watch him in the moment when
all our masks and poses drop away and our bodies respond with
pure honesty.  

I waited for the feeling of his hot cum jetting into me before I
collapsed onto him and fell into my own climax.  Just before my
own moment of candor, I put my mouth to his ear and whispered,
"What happened to the telescope, Jake?"

He didn't even react.  His cock just went on filling me up with
his cream.  When it stopped, I heard him say hoarsely, "Dumbass
there knocked it over and broke it."

My climax went on longer than Jake's.  I leaned back on his knee
and let him watch me tremble as my cervix kissed the end of his
cock over and over, sucking up all his sweet goo into my womb. 
It was blissful.  

When I wound down enough to think of it, I looked over at Tony
and Bambi.  Her bikini bottoms were untied on one side and had
been pulled halfway off.  Tony's cock was sitting between her
labia like a wiener in a bun.  A big pool of white cream filled
her navel and was running over her hips.  Apparently Tony had
been a gentleman and had pulled out just before he came.

I'd never thought of giving Jake that option.  If he had tried, I
would have locked my legs around him and forced him to cum in me.
 It just didn't seem complete without that delicious feeling of
hot cream deep inside me.  Almost every time it happened, I would
climax.  I wondered if I hadn't been conditioned to cum when a
guy squirted in my pussy.  It did seem that that was what almost
always happened.  It was wonderfully kinky, and I sure hoped it
would keep happening that way.

Just to let Jake know I didn't mind him shooting his stuff in me,
I went back to massaging his cock with my vaginal muscles.  At
first, he just lay back on his elbows and smiled at me, no doubt
believing it was just involuntary contractions, but when he
looked into my eyes and saw by how hard I was concentrating that
I was doing it deliberately, he began to pay more attention.

"Mmmmpf," he said, glibly.  "That feels good."

"Good.  Got any more you can let me have?  My pussy just loves it
when you feed it.  Feel it purring?"

"Oh yes!  Don't fucking stop."

"I won't if you don't stop fucking," I said.  I didn't really
think someone his age would be able to get it up again so
quickly, but I was willing to give him every chance to prove me
wrong.

It took some effort, but Jake did start to firm up again.  While
I worked on him, he kind of slumped back and it looked like I was
sucking the life out of him.  He just stared up at me with this
goofy surprised look.  I don't think he had ever had a girl do
this to him before.

Bambi had to use the more traditional method to revive Tony.  She
lay on her stomach and sucked his cock with her mouth.  When Tony
began to squirm, I remembered that Bambi had a very talented
tongue and probably knew how to use it on a cock as good as she
did on a clit.  Tony was going to get hard whether he thought he
could or not.

It was a race now to see which of us could get our guy to cum.  I
was a little unclear on who the winner would be, the one who came
first, or the one who came last, but the race was definitely on
and I was going to do my best.

"C'mon, Jake," I said, rippling my pussy and squeezing his cock
as hard as I could.  "My pussy wants some more cream.  Please
feed my hungry pussy."

That got him going again.  He got this funny look in his eyes,
then he tried to buck his cock into me by rocking his hips.  That
really wasn't happening because I was sitting on his lap.  All he
could do was sit there and take it like a man while I did my
Kegel exercises on his cock.

After he was fully-hard again, I let him get on top.  Seeing the
great job I had done putting the starch back in his cock, he
tried to return the favor and impress me with his cocksmanship. 
He fucked me fast, slow, hard, soft, deep, shallow, and in every
position he could manage.  I have to admit, he was strong,
limber, and very inventive.  If I had been awarding points, he
would have had a 9.5 for the degree-of-difficulty in some of the
positions he put us in.

When Jake turned me on my side and fucked me sideways, I had a
chance to check out how Bambi and Tony were doing.

Tony was on top, too.  He had his hands planted on the towel, his
straight arms behind Bambi's knees, and had forced them up beside
her boobs.  Her feet were way up in the air.  I watched him
plunge his cock all the way in and then pull it all the way out
again.  He waited an instant on each out-stroke with the tip
poised, just touching her wet opening, before sliding it back
inside.  Each time his cock went into her, she made a kind of
high, "uh" sound, like the feeling of being filled up with a hard
cock was so deliciously great she couldn't stand it.

Bambi had her eyes wide open and she looked at me.  Her
expression was, I think, partly shock that she was letting a
perfect stranger treat her this way, partly surprise that she was
enjoying it so much, and partly just pure cock-lust.  I wondered
if this wasn't her first time with a man since Ben died.  She had
only mentioned girlfriends to me.

Tony had just dropped to his knees and elbows so he could grind
his cock into Bambi when Jake flipped me over and hauled me up on
my knees.  He pushed my face down on the towel with my ass in the
air.  I spread my knees to brace and he crammed his cock into me
from behind.

Jake had normal-sized balls, but his scrotum hung real low.  His
balls swung up and hit me right on the clit with each thrust,
making me squeak every time from each sudden burst of sensation.
But the really interesting thing was when he started touching my
anus.

Jake put his thumb right on my wrinkled hole and rubbed it gently
around and around.  Every few seconds, he would move it down to
where his cock slid out of my pussy, to pick up some of my juice
before going back to making circles around my butt-hole.

This made me seriously crazy.  It was a fantastic feeling, and it
became even more fantastic when I wondered if he was doing it
because he was thinking of sticking his cock in my ass.  Just the
anticipation of it was mind-blowing.  I didn't know if I really
wanted him to do it or not.  I kind of did, but I was afraid he
might.  I was also afraid he wouldn't.

When we started pressing on my slick anus, I felt myself push
back instinctively.  I hadn't decided if I wanted to go through
with this or not, but apparently I wasn't going to get a vote.

When I felt his thumb slip through my sphincter, my butt clenched
up all on its own, grabbing his thumb and refusing to let go.

"Damn, baby!" He said.  "Ease up a little.  I know you want it
bad, but let's get you loosened up first.  Your ass is even
tighter than your snatch."

I think that last was a compliment, but I was too busy thinking
about the 'you want it bad' and the 'loosened up' parts to
appreciate it.  I admit I did want it bad.  I certainly wouldn't
have let Bud or Jim stick their cocks back there, and Steve was
too big, too.  Jake, on the other hand, was only the size of most
of Bambi's toys, and I thought his cock might just fit without
killing me.

From all the different positions he fucked me in, it was obvious
that Jake was an adventurous kind of guy.  He had probably done
this before and so I thought he must know what he was doing. 
That made me more comfortable with it.  When I felt more
comfortable, I was able to relax and let him move his hand again.
 He was really quite gentle about it, too.  To keep me excited
and distracted, he kept up a steady rhythm with his cock in my
pussy while he slowly moved his thumb around and around to
stretch-out my other hole.

The excitement was superfluous and the distraction was a total
bust.  My thoughts were all about what he was about to do to me.
I couldn't imagine what his cock would feel like, but if it was
going to be anything like his thumb, I was going to like it a
lot.  When he pressed in deeper, I responded by pushing back,
like I was trying to take a crap.

"That's it baby!" He told me, patting my butt affectionately with
his free hand.  "Just like that.  Now just keep doing that.  And
brace yourself."

Before I could start to worry about needing to brace, he pulled
out of my pussy and rammed his cock halfway into my asshole. 
Then he grabbed my hips and hung on tight.

He was probably smart to do that.  The sensation of his cock
spearing into my anus set off one of the strongest orgasms I've
ever had.  Even if I had wanted to maintain my cool, it just
wouldn't have been possible.  The fireworks exploded in my head,
my clit, my nipples, and my ass, all at the same time.  I went
off like a wild horse out of the rodeo gate, bucking and twisting
and humping Jakes cock deeper into my butt.  

I suppose it must have hurt.  It certainly had when Polly cored
me with her antique juicer.  But the incredible pleasure drowned
the pain and washed it away.  When Jake reached around and
fingered my clit, I think I screamed.  

When I came back to myself, I was lying flat with Jake stretched
out on my back.  His nose was poking the top of my head and his
breath sounded like the model steam engine from my physics lab,
all hiss and suck, like he was terminally out of oxygen.  My face
was in the sand.  My boobs were squashed out to both sides
underneath our combined weight.  I could still feel his cock in
my butt, and it felt warm and comfortable in there; a lot like my
pussy-pacifier did when I wore it.

When raised my face up out of the sand, I saw that we were well
off the towel.  Tony and Bambi still lay on theirs.  His cock was
still in her, and I could see a frothy coating of white oozing
out that told me he hadn't been such a gentleman the second time
around.  Bambi had one leg around his waist and was lazily
running her hands through his curly chest hair.  She didn't seem
to mind at all that he had cum in her.

To get some idea of how much time had passed, I looked down the
beach to se how Jim and Bud were doing in their trek back.  At
first, I couldn't find them on the beach at all.  I scanned some
more and then I laughed when I saw that they were still far away,
both standing hip-deep in the water, each with a girl in a
brightly-colored bikini sitting balanced on his board.  It looked
like Bambi and I weren't the only ones who had made new friends
on this trip.

"Oh, shit!" Jake moaned.  "Baby, are you OK?"

Jake tried to pull his semi-hard cock out of me, but I put my
hand back and touched his side, spit the sand out of my mouth,
and said, "Leave it in just a bit longer.  If feels nice in
there."

"Sure, baby.  Sure.  You can hold onto that cock as long as you
want.  You damn near ripped it off anyway.  Damn, you are one
fantastic fuck!"

"Thank you kindly, Mr. D'Angelo," I said politely.  "You're
pretty good yourself.  Did you cum?"

"You bet!  I came so hard, I think my balls are shriveled," he
laughed, tiredly.

Jake seemed exhausted.  I craned my neck around so I could see
his face.  He looked pale, even under his dark tan.  I hoped I
hadn't been too demanding of him.

I think he saw the concern in my look.  He put his hand to my
face and I closed my eyes tight as he gently brushed away the
sand.  When he had made a large enough clean spot, he kissed me.

It wasn't a kiss born of desire, or lust.  It was a tender,
loving kiss.  It said, "I care."  When it was over, he looked
into my eyes as though he were searching for something.  I found
myself hoping that he would find it, but afraid of what it might
mean if he did.  Jake was gorgeous and sweet and brave and daring
and the last thing I needed was another romantic entanglement. 
Still, I couldn't look away from those dark eyes that seemed to
be scanning my soul.

He became self-conscious after a few seconds, and his deep gaze
dropped away.  I wondered what he had seen in my eyes.  I thought
I knew what he was looking for and I thought it was incredibly
romantic that a man like him would hope to find it like that.  I
felt disappointed that I couldn't be the One for him.  I wanted
to tell him so, but this wasn't the time or the place for that
discussion.  Certainly not with his cock stuck in my butt.  Since
I couldn't think of anything else, I said, "See if you can pull
out now.  Slowly!  Please."

He rolled off me and eased both of us onto our sides, so that we
were lying together like two spoons.  He put a hand on my rear
and spread my cheeks while he steadily pulled his cock out of my
ass.

When it finally dropped free, I got up on my knees and cupped my
butt-cheeks with both hands.  My ass was a little sore, but it
was more hot and tingly.  I clenched my butt and rolled my hips
to see if I could feel where he had pumped his cream in to me.

My insides felt all gooey and slick, and I loved the sensation of
having his hot cum in my ass as well as my pussy.  I got to my
feet and walked around to see what that felt like.

It felt even better.  The stimulation pushed me back in the
direction of an orgasm, which made my legs suddenly weak and I
stopped before I fell down.  I stood there, eyes clenched shut,
shaking with the echo of a climax, trying not to move or to touch
myself in a way that would set it off again.

When I thought I had it under control, I opened my eyes again. 
To my surprise, I had an audience.  Jake, Tony and Bambi were all
staring at me, like I might do something amazing any second.

That was just too good an opportunity to pass up.  I carefully
got down on my knees and relaxed into the mood.  I focused on the
sensation, drawing it to me instead of pushing it away.  I pursed
my lips, stroked my thighs and concentrated on fanning the
flames.  I felt the sun on my body, the sand under my knees, the
breeze caressing me, and the heat rising inside me.  I knelt
there summoning sexual energy and feeling it build quickly to a
crescendo.

It didn't take very long at all.  I shook, I trembled, I
quivered, and I vibrated with the force of my returning climax. 
I let it shake me like a dog with a toy.  I let my eyes roll back
and I jerked like I was being electrocuted.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned as the fire again tried to consume me.  I
burned brightly and in that moment my heat outshone the warmth of
the sun.

When the peak passed, I was too shaky to stay on my knees.  I
crawled over to my towel and Jake helped me to lie down.  Bambi
rolled our wraps into a pillow for my head, and I lay there,
twitching and smiling as the climax receded.

"What was that?" Tony asked, finding his tongue again.

"You never saw a girl have an orgasm before?" Bambi asked,
laughing.

"Not like that," Jake said.  "That was intense!  I mean, the
first time was awesome.  The second nearly killed me.  This time
I didn't even touch her.  Can she just keep going like that?  I
mean, one after another?"

"Unhunh," I said, groggily.  "I can do this for hours."  I
thought I was exaggerating, but then I remembered that I had
pretty much done just that one afternoon in a homemade dungeon. 
Only those climaxes had been forced on me.

"It's a girl thing," Bambi said.  "Some of us can go from one to
the next without too much stimulation.  Sam just has more stamina
than most.  Not to mention a more vivid imagination.  She can
make herself cum just by thinking about it hard."

"Holy Sweet..." Jake started, but trailed off..

I wanted to tell Bambi that she was giving me too much credit,
but when I thought about it, I thought she was probably right.  I
was sure I could make myself cum without any preparation or any
external stimulation at all  .just by thinking about it real
hard.

To show her how much I appreciated her comment, I rolled over and
put my face between her legs and started licking the cum off her
labia.

Bambi moaned.  Tony moaned.  And Jake moaned.  I think two of
those were moans of jealousy.  Jake and Tony sat and watched me
bring Bambi off so she would have the same number of orgasms that
I had had.  When she fell back and closed her legs, indicating
that she couldn't take any more, I checked out our two Italian
studs to see if they needed any help.

Tony was shaking his limp cock as if trying to wake it up.  It
looked like a lost cause.  Jake wasn't even trying.  He was just
watching, blinking every few seconds, but otherwise motionless. 
Those two were going to need a nap before they could play with us
some more.

Just to further demonstrate the superiority of the female gender,
Bambi and I got to our feet.  She was kind of shaky when vertical
and I was only a little better, so we didn't even try to put our
bikinis back on.  She put her arm on my shoulders and we
supported each other as we walked into the water to rinse off the
sand and the cum.  

We walked out far enough so that we could float on the swells and
not be jostled by the waves.  The warm water felt cool after our
exertions in the sun and we held onto each others arms and
floated on our backs, our boobs poking out of the water like four
smooth, round icebergs.

I had never been skinny-dipping before, but as soon as I got in
the water I found that I liked it a lot.  With the water touching
me all over, I was very aware of my nakedness.  I felt both
vulnerable and, at the same time, very connected to nature.  It
was very pleasant and restful out there, floating in the salt
water with the gentle wind blowing past and the soft crashing
sound of the surf.  I wanted the moment to last, but I kept
relaxing too much and when I did, water would wash over my face
and try to go up my nose.  After the third time that happened, I
decided that the Gulf of Mexico wasn't the best place to take a
nap.

Before going back, Bambi and I tried to wash off in the clear
saltwater, getting as clean as we could so sand wouldn't stick
anywhere and be uncomfortable in our sensitive places.  I was
wondering if it would be safe to let the water get inside me when
I felt something nibble the toes on my right foot.

"What the heck!" I said, looking down into the water.  There was
a school of tiny silver fish darting around, checking us out to
see if we were tasty enough to eat.

"Fish!" I said, pointing down into the water.

"Imagine that," Bambi laughed, "Fish, in the ocean!"

That killed the idea of using the seawater for a douche or enema.
 I really didn't want to get something alive stuck in either
hole.  At the least, it would be very embarrassing to have to go
to the hospital to get a fish removed from my colon.

The knowledge that I while I was communing with nature, nature
was also communing with me kind of spoiled the relaxing feeling I
had while floating obliviously around.  Finding that there were
things out here with us, maybe even some larger, more dangerous
things than the little silver fishies, had me looking around
cautiously.

"Dum dum...dum dum dum," Bambi said.

"Hush!" I said, before she could get to the 'dum dum DUM dum'
part, which was about where I would hide my eyes while watching
that darn old movie.

"Not scared, are you?" she asked, innocently.  She wasn't being
deliberately mean, she was just still really giddy from our fun
in the sun.

"No.  Of course not," I said, still peering down at the fish,
just in case one of them decided to nibble something more
sensitive than my toes.  "Piranhas don't live in the ocean, do
they?"

"I don't think so," she said.

Somehow that failed to reassure me.  It must have got her
thinking, too.  By mutual unspoken agreement, we headed back to
shore. 

When we went back to our spot on the beach, both Jake and Tony
were sound asleep.  They had managed to get their swim trunks
back on, but otherwise hadn't moved.  They looked so cute lying
there that we really hated to wake them up.

"We can't just leave them here," Bambi whispered.  "They'll burn
to a crisp."

"I could carry them back to their house," I suggested.

"Ha!  That would be funny, if they woke up on the way!  No, we
have to get them going on their own.  But let's get dressed
first.  It wouldn't be fair to put any more demands on
them...right away."

Getting dressed meant mostly shaking the sand out of our bikinis
and our cover-ups before putting them on.  We both tried to get
every grain out of all the seams.  It took a lot of brushing and
blowing.

When we were both covered, Bambi bent down and lightly brushed
her lips over Tony's.  I copied her idea with Jake, kissing his
lips and his face until his eyes flickered open.

"Mmmmm, what a great dream," Jake said.

"Yeah, man," Tony agreed, stretching.

"Sorry to wake you, guys," I said.  "But we didn't want you to
get fried."

"Tha's OK," Jake said, thickly.  "I need a drink, bad."

"Yeah, I'm parched, too," Tony said.  "You two want to come over
and have a drink with us.  There's some good shade up by the
house."

"Sure!" Bambi agreed.

Tony and Jake considerately insisted on carrying our junk for us
as they led the way down the beach and up their set of wooden
stairs to the patio of their house.  Tony even ran ahead to tidy
up a bit.  I saw him tossing cans and paper cups into a trash bag
and dragging the shattered remains of their telescope out of
sight around the corner of the house.

The shade was provided by a row of palm trees on either side of a
painted concrete patio and was as cool as promised.  Their very
modern-style house had a sliding wall on the beach side that
opened the whole back of the house to the view and the ocean
breeze.  The deck had an open-pit barbecue grill in the middle
that showed signs of recent use.  By which I mean that they
hadn't bothered to clean it afterwards.  There were charred bits
of something stuck to the grate. 

"Typical male housekeeping," I thought.  "I hope they have
maid-service in these places.  Otherwise, I am going back to our
house if I have to pee."

While Tony was making a trash-run, Jake said, "Maybe you'd like a
margarita?  I can make a pitcher?"

"That sounds wonderful," Bambi said, settling in on a cushioned
lounge chair.  She opened her cover to take advantage of the cool
air, but left it on her shoulders.

"Not for me, thank you," I said.  

"We have a full bar," Jake said.  "Jameson, Dewars, Jack Black,
some good Polish vodka?  Name your poison."

"Ginger Ale, if you please."

"On the wagon, eh?  That's cool.  Ginger Ale it is."

When he went inside, I turned to Bambi.

"Does this mean you're letting Jim drive back?"  I didn't want to
come right out and suggest she not drink if she was going to be
driving us home in a few hours.

"Oh!" she said.  "I guess it does.  I'll let them trade off, so
they can both have a turn."

I didn't say anything to that, but I was thinking that this was
the most mellow I had ever seen Bambi.  I felt quite relaxed
myself.  This trip was turning out even better than I expected.

"Well, I'm sure Jim and Bud will be very happy to hear that.  If
they can ever tear themselves away from those two girls I saw
them teaching to surf."

"Who are Jim and Bud," Jake asked with a tiny note of suspicion
in his voice.  He had come back with my drink in the middle of
our conversation.  He even put it in a glass with a napkin around
it.  I was impressed.

"Our brothers," I said, smiling.  I looked at Bambi to see if she
wanted to contradict my little white lie, but she just winked at
me.

"Oh!  So this was a family outing.  Did your parents come along,
too?"

I smiled at Bambi, letting her handle that one.

"No," she said.  "Just the four of us.  The boys went off
wave-riding.  Apparently they made some new friends, too."

Jake smiled at that.  I couldn't tell if he was thinking that he
was happy to be classed as a friend, or if he was wondering if
our brothers were doing the same things with their 'friends' as
we had done with ours.  I thought that was unlikely, but then I
thought how unlikely it was that we had been 'rescued' by a
couple of hunks like Jake and Tony.

Having hurriedly disposed of what I thought may have been a
weekend's worth of trash, Tony rejoined us and Jake ran inside to
mix the margaritas.

"We're planning a party here tomorrow night," he said.  "I hope
you can come."

That sounded very interesting to me.  I could see it sounded very
interesting to Bambi as well, but it just wasn't possible.

When Bambi didn't say anything, I was the one who had to let them
down.

"I'm sorry!  I really wish we could.  It sounds like fun.  But
we're just here for the day.  We have to go back in a few hours.
Tomorrow is a school day, you see?"

"Oh!  Of course," Tony said.  "I understand.  Where do you go to
college?"

I wanted to laugh, but I swallowed it.  Bambi knew what was
coming.  She was watching Tony, not me.

"Oh, not college!  Not yet.  Arcadia High School."

Tony froze.  I mean he didn't move anything except his lips when
he asked, "Oh?  Oh, yes.  You are eighteen, aren't you?"

The note of pleading in his voice was darling.  I was strongly
tempted to tell him I was only sixteen, just to see the look on
his face.

"Don't tease like that, Sam," Bambi said, defending Tony from my
evil nature.  "We're both of legal age.  Even if just barely."

Jake came back carrying a metal cocktail shaker and a stack of
plastic cups.

"Barely what?" he said, trying to catch up.

"Barely legal," I said.  "Us, I mean.  Tony thought we might be
jailbait.  How old would you say we are?"  I casually opened my
jacket and shrugged it off as if that would somehow give him a
better chance to guess my age.  The shade felt very nice after
being in the hot sun and a cold drink helped a lot.  I spread my
arms and stretched out my legs with my toes pointed.

"That's not fair," Bambi said.  I think she was more afraid of
the answer than of offending Tony and Jake by putting them on the
spot.  Although she might have been referring to the blatant way
I was trying to distract them.

"Sure, it's fair," I said.  "How old?"

Tony, looked at his brother like he was glad it wasn't him on the
spot.  

Jake poured three drinks before he figured out an answer.

"I would have thought you both were either Freshmen or Sophomores
in college.  Since you are obviously sisters, I figured that
Bambi was a Sophomore and Sam was a Freshman.  You say you're
both still in high school?"

Jake was doing the math in his head and it wasn't coming out
right.  Bambi and I didn't look enough alike to be twins, so one
of us had to be older.  I decided to let him off the hook.

"I'm still in high school," I admitted.  "Bambi graduated
already, but she hasn't decided if she wants to go to college,
yet."  I thought I danced around that one quite nimbly.

Tony and Jake both nodded at that.  Bambi smiled like she had
just won a beauty pageant.  I smiled too, to see Bambi so happy.
She knew there was no way for me to have rigged this one.  These
two playboys confirmed that without her makeup and clothes, she
could really pass for nineteen or twenty.

Bambi took a sip of her drink and leaned back on her lounge chair
with an arm behind her head and posed just as obviously as I did.
 Jake and Tony did a very credible impersonation of an audience
at a tennis match.  Neither wanted to miss any of the action.

Despite their close attention to our seductive posing, there
still wasn't anything stirring for Tony and Jake.  I decided that
we had worn them out for the day, so I got up and walked to the
edge of the patio and looked around the last palm tree to check
on Jim and Bud.

Their friends must have had to go, because they were walking back
alone and they were only about fifty yards down the beach.  I
waved to let them know where we were, and they waved back and
turned toward us.  When they climbed up the steps, I discovered
that the introductions I had planned weren't necessary.

"Hey," Jim said.  "Aren't you the D'Angelo brothers?"

"You know these two?" I asked.

"Sure!  They're one of the top Super Boat teams.  They've won
lots of off-shore races from Panama City to Key West!"

Boys!  Anything to do with sports, they're into it.  The rest of
the conversation was mostly about racing and boats and motors and
other things I knew little about.  Jim and Bud seemed very glad
to meet some real racers and Jake and Tony basked in the
admiration of their fans.  It was entertaining to watch their
egos being inflated.  It was even more interesting to see how
they responded to it by being magnanimous about being pestered
with questions.  Their example of how to deal with notoriety
wasn't lost on me.

When the sun went far enough down in the sky for the cool shade
to become more chilly than refreshing, Bambi and I put our wraps
back on.  That seemed to signal that it was time to go, so we all
started saying goodbye to Jake and Tony.  

I went up to Jake like I expected him to kiss me goodbye, but he
just gave me a hug and a pat on the back instead.  I started to
be mad about that, but then I thought that he was probably
inhibited by the presence of my brothers.  That must be another
one of those 'guy rules'   no messing with sisters (when her
brother is standing right there).

Bambi cheated and kissed Tony on the cheek when he tried to get
away with hugging her.  I thought of several ways I could have
topped that, but the opportunity had passed.

Jim and Bud each got the promise of an autographed team t-shirt.
They seemed quite happy with that, but I thought Bambi and I got
something better from the D'Angelo brothers.  When we left, I
lagged behind a few steps so I could blow them a kiss without
embarrassing them.



When we were back at our own beach house, Bambi told us we needed
to go get cleaned up before eating the supper she had packed in
the picnic basket, so we all picked a bathroom and hit the
showers.

I had brought some clothes to change into, but I was feeling
giddy and naughty, so when I got out of the shower, instead of
wearing what I had brought, I changed into my newest homemade
outfit, the one with the dark-blue denim bottoms to disguise my
cleft and the not-quite-a-tube top, that disguised nothing at
all, but looked like it should be supporting my boobs.  I guess I
could call it a form-fitting micro-vest. 

When I got back downstairs, I found that I had missed my chance
to make an entrance because I was the first one there.  While
arriving early might sometimes be unfashionable, I realized that
was probably another advantage of skinwear compared to real
clothes   I could change at the speed of thought.  That rang a
little bell in the back of my head, so I thought some more about
it while I set the table and got the food out of the fridge.

In the comics and movies, people like me were always stuck with
the same old costumes all the time.  For all the characters that
I could recall, their costumes were a sort of symbol of who they
were.  It was really more of a single-person uniform to let the
viewer know who the good-guy was; it seemed to me that they also
signaled to the bad-guys who to target with their freeze-rays,
ionizer-bombs, and other exotic weapons.  So was a colorful
costume really that great of an idea?  My ugly-but-functional
catsuit seemed much better suited for crimefighting in the real
world.

Most of the colorful spandex costumes also seemed to be pretty
useless for anything but showing off the physique of the wearer.
I could totally understand the urge to do that, but was it really
something you needed to do while on the job?  What would that say
about your ego?  That you had let your abilities go to your head
so much that you were willing to make a big, bright target of
yourself so you could show off your figure?  Was that the step
before or after you tried running around in the nude?

I laughed when I remembered that I had actually gone 'into
action' once already while stark naked.  That had been
interesting, but given a choice, would I do that again?  Maybe
not.  Probably not.  Certainly not when there was a chance of TV
coverage, and that was something I had to start expecting on
anything that wasn't purely covert or undercover.  Did that mean
could wear whatever I wanted if I didn't expect to be identified?
 That might be a way to have fun with this by giving in to my
exhibitionistic streak.  More rationalization?

'Covert'.  Now there was a word that had crept into my vocabulary
without my being aware of it.  Thinking back, even all the way to
my first conversation with Sheriff Foster, I had started to use a
lot of jargon when thinking or talking about my new career.  I
supposed that was another professional hazard, that there were
specific words and phrases that 'normal' people only heard in the
media or in movies, but that people like me used to describe
their daily routine.  I almost said 'ordinary lives', but that
applies to me about as well as 'normal'.  New words in, old words
out.  Change is everlasting.

'Change' was the best argument I could come up with for my skin
effects.  The catsuit was still the best thing I could wear while
intervening in a crime in progress or any other time I could
expect to be in public.  It just had too many advantages to
consider replacing.  And if Mr. Morton kept upgrading it, it was
likely to become still more valuable.  But I also saw that being
able to do faux fashion as well as The Dragon could have its
place.  Maybe I should practice other things, too.  As soon as I
thought of what they were.

While I was waiting for the microwave to warm up the casserole
Bambi had packed, I tried to come up with other things I could do
with my skin.  All my efforts so far had been intended to
dazzle....

At that moment I had one of those 'eureka!' moments when you
convince yourself that you have just thought of something
brilliant, but it's really something blindingly obvious that you
should have thought of a long time ago.

I had asked for the dazzle-art paint in the workshop because I
thought it looked cool and because it disguised the terribly
rectangular room and made the long flat walls disappear.  Could I
apply the same principal to my skin and invent a whole new way to
hide in plain sight?  If all that was required was to take
advantage of the psychological basis for dazzle-art, then I
probably could.  I just needed to find a way to look like
something else; something other than me.  Something simply
'other'.

Dazzle apparently worked by giving the eye of the observer no
recognizable point of reference.  It didn't hide the ship, it
made it difficult to identify and very hard to figure the
distance and direction of it, which was a very good thing if you
didn't want a submarine to shoot you with a torpedo.  I knew that
radar made dazzle camouflage obsolete, but the principle was
still good.  I also knew that things that can't be recognized
immediately frequently get ignored in favor of the familiar
things we expect to see.  Would it be better to look like
something else, or like nothing at all?

I could do the 'something else'.  I sat down in a spare chair
against the wall of the dining area.  I tried to look like the
chair and the wall.  Having something to go by made it easier
than inventing something out of thin air, but it still took
almost a minute before I was satisfied that I was blending in.  I
wasn't happy with the time.  Also, this was what the suit did,
even if not quite as well.

Looking like nothing at all was a challenge.  I mean, what is
nothing?  What does nothing look like?  The only thing I could
think of was an old patchwork quilt that Yvette kept in her
closet and never used because it never got that cold.  Once, when
I was much younger, she had taken it out to let the mothball
smell dissipate, I had looked at the pattern of different colored
bits of cloth and tried to make something of it.

"What's it supposed to be?" I asked.  I had seen quilts with
geometric patterns and throws with pictures woven into them, so I
thought it was supposed to look like something.

"Nothing," she said.

I must have been very young at the time.  I remember thinking
that she meant this was what 'nothing' looked like.

"Worth a try," I said to myself, dropping the chair-and-wall.  A
bit at a time, I covered my body with small bits of color and
texture.  I used everything I could think of, even some patterns
like checks, spots, and basketweave.  I wasn't happy with the
colors, so I muted them.  I shuffled everything around because I
thought it wasn't random enough.  I dropped the patterns or
warped them into unrecognizable blurs.  The blur thing looked
promising, so I smudged the edges of the bits until I was a mass
of no color, no shape, no pattern.  I looked like one of those
digital pictures that had been blown up too much and you could no
longer tell what it was supposed to be.  It hurt my brain to do
it and it hurt my eyes to look at it.

"This will never work," I thought.  "It's too ...."  I couldn't
think what.

I was standing there between the doorway and the chair when Bud
came into the room.  I froze where I stood and he walked right
past me and into the kitchen without saying a word.

"But I could be wrong," I thought.  I decided to wait and see how
long it would take someone to notice me.

Jim came in next, and he and Bud stuck their noses into the
microwave to see what was for supper.  Jim didn't look at me or
even in my direction as far as I could tell.

Bambi came in and actually scanned the room and went into the
kitchen to ask the boys if I had come down yet.  Three people who
darn well knew what I looked like had just walked right past me
as though I weren't there.  Apparently it was possible to look
like 'nothing' after all.  I mentally filed away the end result
and went back to my 'fashion' look.

"Hi!" I said, sticking my head in the crowded kitchen.  "I got
everything out.  I hope I didn't heat something up that shouldn't
have been?"

"No, honey.  Everything is perfect.  Thank you for pitching in. 
Now Jim, if you will get the ice, and Bud will pour the tea, we
can sit down and eat in just a couple of minutes."

I was about to be disappointed that no one commented on what I
was wearing when I saw Bud glancing my way while he was filling
the glasses.  He didn't look curious, just admiring, as though I
had on something he approved of, but he didn't think warranted
making a big deal of.

When Jim walked past me carrying the salad, he looked and smiled.
 Again, nothing spectacular, just a 'nice duds' kind of reaction.
 That's probably what I get for letting Bambi pick out my
clothes; the exceptional becomes routine.

Bambi was the first to catch wise.  She knew I had been fooling
around with this sort of thing, and she knew that the key was
whether my rings were showing or not.

"Ah!" she said.  "That's a nice look.  It looks like a cross
between a bolero jacket and a strapless bra, but more stylish. 
It's very hard to tell if it's real or not."  She touched a ring
to let me know what tipped her off.

I wanted to tell them about my 'nothing' outfit, but food was on
the table and I was hungry.  The food had priority.

After supper, I thought we might go outside some more and walk on
the beach or something, but Jim and Bud cleaned up and packed up
so quickly that we were in the car before I knew what was
happening.  As we drove away from the beach house, I looked back
through the car window.  It was really a beautiful place, almost
an enchanted spot that seemed like it belonged to a different
world.

Jim drove first, and if I thought Steve's driving was careful,
Jim's was positively paranoid.  It was fine while we were on the
secondary roads and there was something to look at as we cruised
along at the stately speed of 35 miles per hours, but once we got
back on the Interstate, his insistence on staying ten miles an
hour under the posted limit got really old after the first few
miles.  Everyone was moving faster than we were.  It felt like we
were in one of those videos where someone seems to be walking
along normally, but everything around them is moving really
fast.

Jim pulled into a rest area just outside of Port Charlotte and he
and Bud swapped seats so Bud could drive the rest of the way
home.  Bud's driving was a close imitation of Jim's but he drove
a good bit closer to the speed limit.  I really wanted to hear
the story behind this, but I held my tongue and told myself that
since no one had bothered to clue me in, I should butt-out and
wait.  If I expected others to keep my secrets, it was only right
that I respect theirs, however curious I might be.



We got back home just a couple of hours before bedtime.  Since I
had been gone most of the weekend, I felt I should go down to the
'Lair' and at least turn on the police radio for a little while.
I was listening to the sporadic calls while checking over my
homework when Jim came down the back stairs.

"Hi, Jim.  What's up?"

"You tell me.  Mom seems in a better mood than I've seen her in a
long time.  Going to the beach seems to have really cheered her
up."

"I got that, too.  I think she finally got to really experience
being 'Bambi' instead of her 'Mrs. Reynolds' self or her 'Mom'
self.  She had a chance to be herself   well, an earlier version
of herself   for a few hours and she was able to turn loose of
some baggage she's been hauling around.  I think seeing what it
did for Sue Simpson had something to do with it."

"I get it.  Bud and I split down the beach, you and she have some
quiet time, and then the D'Angelos come along and drool all over
her.  I saw them looking at her after we got back.  She must have
been eating that up."

"She was," I said.  I didn't want to tell him that drool wasn't
the only bodily fluid that was transferred.  It might bring up
issues for Jim about his parents.  Instead, I said, "They treated
her like she was your age.  They tried to hit on both of us and
they did it very well, too.  It was quite flattering for her to
be treated like that.  You know how she loves to be flattered and
complimented."

"Yeah, really."

"We let them talk us into having a drink with them on their patio
until you two finished giving those girls surfing lessons."

"You saw that?"

"Unhunh.  Did you get their numbers?"

"No.  They were sisters from Michigan.  They were down here
staying the weekend with their parents.  They had to leave to
catch the plane back.  Just a chance meeting.  It's too bad.  We
were the first guys to come along all the time they were there. 
They seemed really glad to run into us.  I thought they were
going to drag us off under a deck or something."

"Ooooo, did you miss an opportunity to do something nasty?"

"Ha!  No.  They just seemed a little too eager to make friends,
you know?  Besides, we both get all the 'nasty' we can handle
somewhere else."

"Jim!  Are you referring to me?"

"You know it!  And do you know, it's a lot easier to meet girls
without the sex thing getting in the way?  Not that we weren't
aware of it, or anything.  I mean, they were really cute.  But
Bud and I talked about it on the way back.  We both noticed that
we were able to, like, relate to them as people first."

"You mean I'm such a sex goddess that you didn't feel you had to
try to make it with those girls?"

"You and Neeka.  Really.  Damn, when the two of you get together,
it's like you just make each other nuts and everyone else nuts
too!"

"So you like it when Neeka and I make out in front of you?"

"Oh, yes!  It makes me feel like some kind of superstud when you
do that.  It just gets me so....  Well, it's very exciting," he
said tugging at his crotch.  

"Yes, well, tomorrow's a school day, so we shouldn't get involved
in anything this late."

"I suppose."  

He didn't seem too terribly sad about not being offered a
mercy-quickie.  It was kind of late and I wanted conversation
more than sex.  Getting either boy to actually talk this long was
a novelty.

"You miss Neeka?"

"She's been around so much lately that I got used to her being
here.  Today at the beach after those girls from Michigan left
was hard.  I kept thinking about her."

"I missed her, too.  Don't worry.  She'll be around a lot from
now on, I think; especially after Graduation."

"Yeah, but most of the time she's going to be down here with you,
practicing whatever or out running around kicking butt."

"Are you worried that she won't have time for you?"

He smiled at the question.

"I'm concerned that she might try to keep up with you and do
something to get hurt."

"Touch.  But trust me, I love her too.  I will do everything I
can to keep her safe.  And she and I have already talked about
this."

"It's just that, after today, it's a lot more real to me than it
was before.  Seeing it on TV is cool.  Being there when it
happens is more than a little scary."

"For me too   at first.  It gets easier the more I do it.  That's
a good thing.  I need to be able to keep a cool head.  Like
today.  I was able to defuse the situation by staying cool."  

"Cooler than everyone else, it looked like.  You didn't even do
anything...you know."

"Super?"

"Yeah."

"Well, maybe I did.  But that's the trick I'm trying to learn. 
To stay calm and be subtle."

"A subtle superhero?"

"I know it sounds like a contradiction.  In the movies and comics
they always play up the flashy stuff.  But this isn't
entertainment.  If I can get the maximum effect with minimum
force, that's just more efficient.  Even before the tank thing,
I'd been thinking about how there are a lot of things I can do
and a lot of ways I can do them.  The big, flashy stuff has its
place, but so does the small, quiet stuff that no one ever knows
had anything to do with The Dragon."

"No 'film at eleven'."

"Exactly!  No fanfare.  No parades.  No one need ever know."

Jim blinked a few times and looked past me and into the imaginary
distance of the wall-art.  The concept of doing things and not
accepting a reward for them hadn't been too hard for him to
grasp.  The idea of doing things in such a way that no reward
would be considered was a little harder.

"I get it," he said, looking back at me with a serious
expression.  "You've been thinking about this stuff."

"Yeah.  Don't let the sex-kitten image fool you.  I do think
about things."

"No shit.  Well, as you say, school tomorrow.  Good night."

He leaned over and kissed me good night before heading back up to
his room.

After turning off the radio and shutting down the PC, I went off
to bed, too.





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