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The following story contains material of an adult nature and is not meant for
persons under the age of eighteen. Scram if that fits your personality. If
it doesn't, enjoy...please do....
(As ever, comments, questions, criticisms and suggestions are warmly
invited......)
(part two)
Five: the Elaboration I
Crystal and Kelly returned the following evening, and though I saw them in
the telescope, I put the cap back on when they began to disrobe. I was
dealing with a new internal struggle now: visions of their dark bodies
illuminated by fire played across my dreams nightly, but I repressed the
constant urge to spy on them from my safe perch. Perhaps it was their age,
their innocence, or perhaps it was the cloying thought that they were
somebody’s daughters: whatever it was, I stayed away from the telescope.
The urge increased so forcefully, though, that I eventually disassembled the
scope altogether and regretfully placed it back in its case.
The following week, as I was doing a few mild yoga exercises on the beach, I
saw Crystal and Kelly walking toward me. They had never come down during the
day, so I was surprised. I flushed with the image of being caught nude by
them, but this morning, I was wearing a pair of shorts. They had brought a
small cooler and a couple of blankets with them, and when they came within
earshot, Crystal waved and said, "Hey, Randy!"
I waited until they walked over to me before saying, "Randall."
They spread their blankets next to me, and Crystal said, "Thought we’d catch
a few rays."
In minutes, I was sitting in the sand beside two young coeds in bathing
suits. Crystal wore a black bikini and Kelly wore a one-piece that did
little to hide her luscious figure. I tried not to gawk as they applied sun
block to their bodies, but their proximity and their youthful voices caused
an immediate stir in me.
When I stood and announced that I was heading back to the house, Crystal sat
up on her blanket and frowned. "Aren’t you going to join us, Randall?" The
consummate flirt. So practiced, so obvious and so unbelievably dangerous.
I stood looking down at them. Smiling. After giving it some thought, I
said, "Why not? I’ll just run up to the house and get some beers."
When I returned with my own cooler, I found Crystal lying on her back,
topless. Kelly seemed nervous as I walked up. She still had her suit on.
Seeing that I had noticed this, Crystal sat up and giggled. "I decided to
take you up on your suggestion," she said. "Kelly’s a little shy, however."
Kelly frowned and blushed. "I’m just not a nympho like you, Crys."
"That’s quite all right," I said, feeling every bit as old as my forty
years. Attempting not to cause any more nervousness, I popped open a beer
and lay back in the sand without another word. I prefer the sensuality of
sand to blankets.
After a good fifteen minutes without talking and after the three of us had
finished off our first round of beers, Crystal began chattering about
anything and everything. I learned that she was a business major and Kelly
an art major, that neither of them had boyfriends, that they hated going to
college parties because they were immature, that they loved Jasper Bay, and
that they were too shy to sunbathe in the buff on public beaches. I listened
and didn’t say much.
We drank another round.
As the afternoon sun began tossing off its heat, the beach grew hotter. All
of us had broken into mild sweats. On any other day, I would be nude by now,
but of course now all thoughts of that had been pushed away. I was happy for
the company, refreshed by their youth, and ultimately felt genuinely warm
toward them – not completely sexual, which I certainly would have suspected a
few weeks earlier.
That day ended without incident, and by the time Crystal and Kelly left, the
three of us had grown quite comfortable with one another. Crystal was a
natural about being topless: uninhibited and alive, she talked and talked as
if there were nothing unusual about the situation. And indeed, I guess there
wasn’t.
Kelly loosened up quite a bit, too, and I discovered that she was an
intelligent, slightly introverted and imaginative young woman. My fondness
for her grew the more she said, though she still didn’t talk much.
Back at the house, I was warm with the thought of spending the summer with
these two women, and secretly I wondered what it would be like to make love
with Kelly.
Six: the Elaboration II
Over the following days, the three of us repeated that first day together,
always with Crystal going topless and Kelly keeping her suit on. It even got
the point where I had stopped stealing glances at Crystal’s breasts. We were
that comfortable with one another. Some days we drank beers, others we
didn’t Rarely did we get drunk, but even when we did our personalities
didn’t change.
Their bathing suits changed personalities slowly, too. Crystal began
wearing thongs, and when she turned over to tan her back, I couldn’t help but
notice how compact, how toned and delightful her behind was. Kelly showed up
more and more frequently wearing a two piece – not a bikini exactly, but with
her figure, the suit might as well have been a bikini. Still, she opted to
keep her top on, which was fine by me.
They were fun to talk to, yes, but the most enjoyable times we had did not
involve talking at all. We could bask in the sun for an hour without
speaking, and the comfort zone was so well-established, none of us felt
nervous about the silences.
I would have been happy to spend the rest of the summer in this fashion, and
in truth I thought that’s exactly what would happen. But one Friday evening,
as the fire played against our faces, crafting wonderful shadows over our
bodies, Crystal, topless as usual, breached the topic of sex. For a brief
moment, the air crackled with a new tension, but Crystal dispensed with it in
standard fashion by giggling and saying, "Oh, it’s no big deal. I mean, it’s
not like Randall’s looking to jump us or anything."
Kelly flashed at her friend, but then giggled herself and muttered, "You’re
such a nympho."
"Why do you say that?" I ventured, smiling over at Kelly, sipping on a beer.
Kelly studied my face for a moment, then said, "Well, let’s just say she’s
had her experiences with men."
Crystal’s face grew serious. "I hate the double standard," she began. "I
mean, I suppose some people would call me a slut, but I don’t feel that way.
I think it’s perfectly natural, and I like men. I like being around them, I
like talking to them, hanging out with them. There’s nothing wrong with that
as far as I can see."
I nodded my head in agreement and looked over at Kelly, who was thinking
about something. "I guess you’re right," she said. "I’m not a virgin or
anything, but I’m a little more . . . what? . . . careful about men."
"I’m careful, too," Crystal said somewhat defensively. "I use condoms."
"I didn’t mean that," Kelly said. "I mean emotionally. It’s not the same
for me as it is for you. I get attached too easily, and I don’t like one
night stands. You can do that, I can’t. And college guys don’t usually want
relationships. They want sex, and once you give in, they move on."
"You don’t have to rely on college boys," I said. "I suspect you’ll find
that out soon enough." I didn’t mean anything specific by the comment: only
that once you get out of college, you discover how large the world is. But I
realized when the words came out of my mouth, they came complete with obvious
innuendo.
Crystal giggled and shot me a knowing glance. Kelly looked away.
"What about you, Randall?" Crystal asked.
I had already told them about the divorce and had made vague references to
my brief fling with Geena, but beyond that I had kept my own life separate
from our conversations, figuring that it would keep things simple. Now, of
course, I was faced with a decision, and I’m still surprised by the ease with
which I launched into a small philosophy I didn’t even know I possessed.
"I don’t know," I began. "I’ve given this some thought, but it’s never been
a focus of mine. I guess I look for a spark, a vibe, some kind of energy.
I’m pretty open about things, I think, but I’m a late bloomer, you might
say, so I’m laid back about the way things develop. I treat sex seriously,
and of course I think it’s an important part of any relationship, but I don’t
push it when it’s not an obvious extension of other aspects of a
relationship."
A silence fell over us for a few minutes. We listened to the cracking of
the fire, the lull of the tide, the occasional night bird in the sky.
"What about us?" The voice came out of the darkness, it seemed, and roared
into my brain with an astounding force, mainly because the question had come
from Kelly, not Crystal, and her voice was dead serious. After a pause for
full effect, Kelly continued, "I mean, it’s obvious we’re all attracted to
one another. Why do you suppose nothing has happened?"
I glanced over at Crystal and witnessed a first: her expression was
disbelief and fright and embarrassment rolled into one. I glanced at Kelly
and saw her gazing back at me seriously, pleadingly.
"I don’t know," was all I managed to say.
The moment I had thought about numerous times had finally come to pass, and
none of us could say anything. The tension was palpable, to be sure. And
finally, it was too much for all three of us. We mumbled our separate
excuses and brought the evening to a halt. We now had a new shadow among us.
(continued)
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