Charming Southern Girl Evie: Part 1
I'm Evelyn, but everyone who knows me calls me Evie. At age 18, I wed my high school sweetheart, Jim, immediately after graduation due to my pregnancy. However, fate cruel as it is took my child away only a few weeks later. And as they say, misfortune often brings misfortune, and thus, I was informed by the doctor that chances were slim for any conception without risking both the mother and the child, leading me to tie my fallopian tubes.
My family life was never close, my dad served in the military before opening up his own repair shop until he ultimately took his last breath due to a heart attack while he worked on a car. Left behind by him were merely a desolate house and a partially functioning car. Thus, it was just my mom and me. "If you didn't have brains, you damn well better have looks," were my mother's wise words - a woman who was stunning without anything else to really offer. I suppose I'm a reflection of that - fortunate to have engaging features like a charming face, healthy complexion, natural red hair and alluring blue eyes that often draw compliments. My average height is nearly half a foot over five feet, and I constantly strive to maintain myself on the scale of 115 pounds. God blessed me with a voluptuous physique: 34B-23-35, and a distinct southern accent.
I've always aspired to be a virtuous and dignified woman - yet I fall short in fulfilling that goal. My marriage to Jim ended in broken vows after three years, in favor of other women calling him late into the night. If Jimmy was dissatisfied with me and desired to look elsewhere, then he had the freedom to do so. In the following years, I chose four more men as partners, all of them being 'taken.' My drive to flee my origins held me averse to resembling my small-town situation.
I didn't possess greater education than high school and had to seek work wherever possible. Serving tables at Chowdown was my initial vocation, followed by tending bar at Danny's den, wherein my former boyfriend from high school, Danny, was a frequent, erratic guest. He was the first of my extramarital affairs.
A waitress position at a ritzy eatery in another town, necessitating an expanded commute but one that reaped significant tip rewards, occupies a vacant slot in my past. A few more married men followed, some who shared a bed with me on more than just one occasion. Josh was a 50-year old stockbroker, and Ted was a bold New England aeronaut whom I joined the 'open bedroom on a flight' club with on his way to New York. What can I say, people are inventive.
An additional part of my odyssey took place once I finally managed to secure a better-paying job in the form of a caddie at a golf course by the sea, where I made the acquaintance of my fifth pair of infidel marriage partners. I found him at a private party, an established older Korean man named Jong-Su, who was relentless in testing my resolve.
I initially refused his advances, adhering to the belief of 'never again,' but he persisted, eventually demanding my digits, in spite of my repulsion. Upon роhisesу withdrawal, he shared with me he was officially separated from his spouse and was making plans to move to the city with his child. Oh, and did he also hint toward a possible move-in situation for me? How romantic. "If you had a nice set of titties, you'd be good for the rest of your life," he quipped, self-assured, as he recalled his comments before. With a thoughtful expression, he predicted that "I would have plenty of clients at the Place of Altars who'd be more than willing to pay for my service." His words left a sour taste in my mouth, but they would manage to enchant me nonetheless, leading me to break my 'never again' vow.
Most of my stories, I'm sure, would pain my momma. I'd likely never measure up to her standards, but there's a saying, "Beauty may fade, but a good reputation is the most precious thing in life." I've never aspired to lead a righteous life. My relationships with men usually do not last. I do not commit to them, and they do not commit to me; we simply enjoy each other's company with the belief that it is our only useful quality. What's more, each dalliance conceals the sense that I'm fleeing home, seeking something... anything. Hoping beyond hope that I'm not furthering my exile. My mother would likely argue that my promiscuity stems from her upbringing, but a part of me wishes I could simply remain in the warm embrace of home.
I suppose, giving Genesis a chance, I might just find it. A man who desires a committed relationship. We'll see just how content we can be in this world, where memories often color distance for temporary happiness. I guess it all hinges on the question of how far one is willing to go for a dream.
In a story straight from a fairytale, I found myself living with a dashing prince who later became my husband. After several months of our life together, his divorce was finally settled, and we got married. Tragically, our happiness was cut short when his daughter Sung-He (preferring the nickname Sunny) didn't like me at first. Shortly after, he had a devastating stroke and eventually passed away, leaving me with only the house in the US and his life insurance. As Sunny wanted to go to college, I had to sell the place and rent a small apartment near the coast so I could keep my job at the golf club.
Sunny and I grew closer during our mourning period, and she stopped viewing me as an intruder but more like a friend or maybe an older sister. Age was actually not a big factor as we were less than ten years apart. In time, our relationship improved. Then, I started seeing Michael (nicknamed Mikey), a divorced man a few years my senior who was also an attractive older gentleman, boasting a full head of graying hair and a well-maintained physique.
Mikey brought about some issues though. He had a son named Robert (Bobby), who disliked me for reasons unknown. While I lived separately, I often visited Mikey, and he had occasionally mentioned marriage. However, he hadn't yet proposed formally.
It seemed as if I would soon become a part of his life, and considering my previous experience with him, I was looking forward to it. Despite our age gap, we got along well, and Mikey saw me as his potential partner and perhaps a prized possession to show off.
I objected to Mikey's interests in adult theaters. Raised by a conservative mother, I found such places unpleasant and unsuitable - thus, I resented him for it. To clarify, Mikey ensured he would take me to a theater with him, almost daring me to unleash my fury.
An argument broke out, and he asked me to join him next time. I sensed the challenge and took it. I didn't express my disapproval directly, instead choosing the more dominant approach of silence and endurance. After which I had no doubt that he understood my stance.
One of the few hindrances in our relationship was his performance in the bedroom. He was loving and tranquil but struggled to keep up with my demands. Masturbating with my personal vibrator had become a significant part of my routine, but I accepted this as just one of life's challenges.
On the positive side, Bobby, who was about Sunny's age, had become good friends with her. He was a tall, well-built man with handsome features and a strong jawline, possessing a boyish charm and unique hazel eyes. This became crucial in our upcoming venture.
Sunny was undoubtedly a stunner with a petite figure, small yet firm breasts, and a stunning rear that attracted numerous admirers. Her face was adorable, and her sleek, black hair was both silky and lustrous, leaving everyone in awe. As a mother, I loved styling her hair.
We all interacted quite well until the point where, if I became Mikey's wife, they would be related. The prospect of them pursuing one another was not appealing to me.
The morning of a Friday, I woke up late with no work scheduled at the golf club. Mike and I had been enjoying our nights together at his place, but this time, it was a one-time occurrence.
I was up early since my brother-in-law Mikey had left for work. I took a shower then picked out a pretty sundress to wear, since it was so warm in South Carolina, practically on the Georgia border. The kids were sleeping over at their dad's house, so Sunny and I had the other side of the house to ourselves. We- sharing a bathroom, a linen closet, Bobby's room, and the spare room Sunny used.
It was a normal day until I heard some giggling coming from their side of the house. I thought it was just Sunny chatting with a friend until I heard a male voice. I peeked through the open pocket door and heard sounds I couldn't ignore. There were wet, sucking noises, a deep groan, then a wet sound. Had I walked in on them doing something inappropriate? I wasn't sure, but I couldn't move without being caught red-handed. My heart pounded as I listened to more groaning and slurping sounds.
Then Sunny spoke, saying, "You can cum in my mouth, if you want." My heart almost burst with fear of what could be happening in there. My mind was racing, confusing me between wanting to know what was going on or to leave and forget it all. I had to move, but I was paralyzed with fear. Then I heard Bobby say, "Good girl."
Inhaling deeply, I backed out, careful to not make a sound. I slipped the pocket door closed. A moan, another, and more groans confirmed my initial thoughts. Was Sunny giving Bobby a blowjob in his room? I struggled for words, trying to think of something I could say to either of them about the situation. What was the appropriate thing to say in this situation?
A little while later, Sunny came out wearing a bikini and beach wrap. She greeted me cheerfully asking if I wanted to go to the beach with her. No classes until late afternoon, so of course I was up for it, but I was stunned by what I had overheard.
"Hi!" she smiled at me, giving me a friendly peck on the cheek. I saw him in a bathing suit too, looking rather unsociable with three towels on the table.
"Hey. Good morning." I responded, confused by the presence of both Bobby and Sunny.
"Are your bag packed for the beach?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll grab my things... you know... after I make some coffee." I forced myself to speak normally, but inside, I was terrified of what I might discover.
I ran to my bedroom and took off my robe, revealing a sexy bikini. I put on a hat, beach wrap, and flip-flops. While changing, I noticed my bikini bottom was damp. I gasped at the realization that my mind was getting aroused by what I heard. I pulled my wrap tightly around me and pretended to smile at Bobby.
I hurried into the kitchen and made some coffee, trying to hide my trembling hands. Oh my god, had I really become so turned on by those sounds? Could they not tell? I was panicking and decided to join them at the beach to confront them, hoping they'd start up a conversation about the topic.
"Hey, no worries. Just grab my sunscreen and some water from the beach bag. You both almost ready?" I hurried off to my bathroom for the sunblock.
Sunny placed the water bottles in the bag and we piled into the car. They chatted throughout the ride like old friends again. Not a hint of sexual attraction was observed, remarkable actors, I suppose.
At the beach, we found a spot and spread the blanket. "Wanna go for a walk?" I asked Sunny, attempting to get some alone time with her away from Bobby.
"Sure." She nodded and fetched the sunscreen. She sprayed her limbs, midsection, and her taut stomach, then handed the spray bottle to Bobby. "Rub this on my back for me, would you?" she said with a hint of a wink at him.
Bobby agreed and sprayed her back, then slowly moved his hands up and down her back. He sprayed some more and rubbed it in as if giving her a massage, which made her smile and hush as if they were sharing a secret between them.
When we reached the blanket, Bobby tossed the can to me. "Go ahead." I unearthed it and began to spuriously spread it over my arms.
"Let me do that," Bobby insisted and squirted some lotion onto my palm.
"That's alright." I tried to respond but my words were feeble. He proceeded to spread the lotion on the back of my neck and shoulders. His fingers traced my back, massaging gently and even rubbing the lotion into my shoulder blades. It felt... unusual. Like his fingers were strumming my back while playing on a harp. It was a mixture of pleasant and uneasy.
I noticed Sunny observing, and she had a sweet smirk on her face. I wondered why. Bobby placed his hand on the tube and started applying more sunscreen this time, moving lower with each pass. He even sprayed her bottom and rubbed it in.
"I can do it." I attempted to say, but it sounded like a whisper. As he spread more lotion on his hands, I realized he'd covered half her backside.
"It won't reach," he declared, and proceeded to apply more on my arms for me. Finally, he gave in to my request and handed the bottle to me. He wiped his hands off and said, "Have fun." before walking to the ocean.
Relieved, I took Sunny's hand and dragged her to the water's edge. "Sunny honey, umm... we need to have a talk."
She raised her eyebrows questioningly. "What about?"
"Umm, well...you know Mike might want to marry me?"
She nodded. "I do. It's okay. You're too young to be alone. You should have someone."
"Yes, I understand. But there's also another thing." I said, growing uneasy. "Umm, since we might become family soon, umm... it might not be... appropriate..."
Sunny stopped in her tracks and glared at me. "What are you trying to say?"
I sighed and took her hand. "Umm... please don't be mad, but I overheard you this morning..." Shaking my head, I tried to move on.
Sunny laughed uncertainly. "What do you mean?"
"I... umm... heard what you and Bobby were up to."
She scoffed. "What? We talk like that all the time."
I hesitated, "No, Sunny. You and Bobby are..." My voice faded into silence.
"What are you saying? Fucking?" Sunny demanded.
My face turned beet red. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have listened, but I heard you screaming, umm, and heard your bed creaking!"
Sunny's expression changed. "Oh my god, you did? Is that all you heard?"
"I...I...." Not sure what to say, I stayed quiet.
"Maybe it was someone else having sex in the house you moron." She said conspicuously, her voice dripping sarcasm, "maybe Bobby's little brother or his teen friends. Did it occur to you?"
"I... I don't think so." I managed to mumble.
"So, are we going to talk about your secret crush on Mike and his son or could you just go f*ck yourself?' She replied.
"I'm telling the truth." I emphasized. "I overheard you."
"What did you hear?" She stared at me angrily, her fists clenched on her hips.
I scowled back. "You denied it? Fine, then!" I lowered my tone and tried again. "From outside your door, I heard everything - your voices, and... other sounds."
She looked terrified, annoyed, and confused, her eyes starting to fill with tears. "This isn't true. You're imagining it."
"I'm not!" I retorted, a little too aggressively. "Stop trying to hide it. He said you gave amazing oral sex. You offered to swallow him. And he asked you to clean him up."
Her face paled. "This isn't possible. This can't be true."
"I wasn't lying."
"So, is this how it is?" She asked, sounding upset. "You're listening in on me?"
"I was just checking on you," I explained. "And... some noises."
"I can't believe this." She burst out in tears. "I'm not mad, but I'm concerned." I comforted her.
"Concerned about what?" She asked through her tears. "That we'll have a baby or something like that? I've been on birth control since I first started having sex."
I understood, but I still didn't feel right about the situation. "What if he really is your brother?"
"He can't be," she insisted. "Stepbrother, not brother."
"I understand that," I assured her. "But would it change things if he was? If you're not in love with him, or trying to get married, is it still wrong?"
"No, we're just sisters. Or girlfriends. Or friends.", she suggested, trying to find a solution.
"Okay," I agreed. "We can be sisters, or friends."
She sighed, dissolving into more tears. "I know we don't talk about boys much. But I see you like a sister, or a mother figure. But we've never been like that, it's more like sisters or best friends." She wiped her tears away. "So, can we talk like sisters or friends?"
I nodded, shocked but willing to support her.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me along. "Look at this", she explained, holding his penis up for me to see. "He's nine inches long!" she whispered excitedly. "And thick as my wrist! At least."
Her admiration of his size visibly aroused me. "How long has this been going on?"
"Not long - maybe a couple weeks." She revealed. "We first met on the beach at night with some friends and started making out." She looked at me and blushed. "It was really fun... and then, we did more at his house. No sex, just some hand actions."
"Are you having sex with him?" I was amazed.
"No, not yet," she admitted. "We both have other partners. But... I like him. And he cares a lot about me. He's nice and caring. And I can't help but get aroused when I think about him and remember how we've touched each other. I guess I'm trying to be a good girl, but struggling."
"What? Wait," Blinked my eyes in disbelief, "You're dating someone else and having an affair with your stepbrother?"
"It's not that big of a deal," she reasoned. "We're not in an exclusive relationship. Only my current partner thinks we're dating." She grinned mischievously at me. "I mean, we're not married or anything. And if he really is my stepbrother, we're not related in the way that would make it illegal. I could even marry him. And so could you."
"What?!" I gulped, trying not to let my surprise show. "You're saying you and Bobby are ...?"
"This is how it is." She affirmed. "He has a girlfriend, but I've been upset about it. That's why I've been snapping at everyone. Because I'm busy trying to be faithful to him." She giggled. "And failing miserably."
"Wait..." I struggled to process this information. "You're dating another guy and cheating on him with my future stepbrother."
"I know it's unusual. But we're not engaged or married. So, it's not the same as an affair." She smiled at me. "And again, we're not related in the way that would make it wrong. It's not like we share the same genes or anything. We're just siblings who like each other a lot. That's fine, right?"
There it was - the very thought had crossed my mind. However, in my case, he was nine years younger than me. Of course, there were quite a few more years between Mike and me. Nevertheless, it wasn't appropriate. It would feel like one hot Georgia asphalt in August, but it wasn't appropriate. "I know, but it's not socially..."
She sighed and slapped her hands down. "I've heard enough," she scoffed, tears threatening her eyes once more. "What's that you were about to say? That it's not socially acceptable? I've never paid attention to that before. Why should I start now?"
I seemed to recall using exactly those words when I got pregnant before getting married straight out of high school. It was a discussion I had with my mother when I stated I wanted to have the baby. She claimed it would make me a harlot or something ridiculous. Mother raged at me that it was socially unacceptable, but I raged back that anyone who disagreed with my lifestyle choice didn't have the right to influence it. That anger drove me to get married, just to debunk her claim. Ugh!
"But your boyfriend," I persisted. "Doesn't he deserve for you to remain faithful?"
She frowned and looked at me with those large, dark eyes filled with youth and vitality. She was so lovely. "Have you ever been cheated on?" She questioned.
I shook my head, puzzled by her direction. However, I nodded when I remembered.
"Me too," she admitted. "And you know why? Because our relationship got mundane. I got mundane. We got mundane. It was like the same show playing repeatedly. Kiss me this way for this length, then touch me here for said duration, while I touch you there. Then kiss this way while I remove my top. Grrr! Even I was bored with it! So, when I learned he slept with another girl, and we had a fight, he explained why he did it. And you know what? I understood. He told me, 'I was looking for something new.'"
"Aren't you angry?" I inquired.
"Of course, I was furious and hurt." She confessed. "But, after a week or so, I realized he was right. So, you know what I did?" She grinned and gave me a mischievous glare. "I called him and advised him to meet me at the beach one night, and we had sensual sex on the lifeguard stand." She giggled. "This one, right over there."
"You did what?" I almost stuttered, unable to comprehend her language. I had never heard Sunny converse like this before.
"And I didn't carry out the things we did regularly. It was an entirely new experience." She signed off. "It was the most beautiful revenge." She embraced my arm and held my hand once more, excited as ever. "He couldn't fathom why he'd ever broken up with me and begged me to be his again. I told him, 'I merely wanted to fuck' and that I had already moved on."
"That wasn't kind," I frowned.
She shook her head fervently. "No. No. It was very kind. He needed to move on too. And he needed to learn that things didn't have to be mundane. That's what I discovered. So, when our relationship got dull and I could not add intrigue to it with my boyfriend, I added spice with Bobby." She shrugged. "I don't want to be trapped in an unsatisfactory union. You know? Bored and dissatisfied. Not me, Bob!"
Oh no! Is this my life as well? Mike is awesome and all, but yes... I can predict when he'll make his next move, and the exact course of events. We're back on the couch on Friday nights, watching television together before he slowly rubs my feet, moves up my leg, eventually caressing my posterior. Then, we head to the bedroom, where he strips us both and we nestle on the bed, with him behind me and his hands on my region. He pleasures me, enters me, and eventually climaxes. If I cum, well, that was an added bonus. And he would occasionally ask if I wanted water before bed.
In total, from couch to water could take a mere twenty to thirty minutes... the same span of time we spent on Friday evenings, just the week before, and also the week prior to that. We repeat this ritual every Sunday and maybe on Tuesday or Wednesday. By Friday, we pick up from the beginning. As predictable as the sunrise.
"You okay?" Sunny inquired.
I shook myself out of my own reveries, smiled, and nodded. "Yes, I'm just fine." I took some more steps, then shook my head. "I'm not fine. I mean, how can I be after realising my daughter and son could be sharing a bedroom behind a shut door less than twenty feet away from where I am, sitting casually in the living room."
Sunny let out a long, weary sigh. "To start off, Evie, I'm your stepsister. Second, Bobby isn't your stepbrother or even your brother-in-law yet. Third... I can't think of anything else. But honestly, isn't that enough to understand?"
"If he was your boyfriend, I wouldn't want you engaging in sexual activities while I was right there." I hesitated before speaking, as I heard the echo of my mother's voice in my words. "Is every parent a hypocrite for forbidding their children from engaging in the same activities they themselves participate in?"
"I guess I can tolerate it." I replied hesitantly. "Just don't tell Mikey about it, okay?"
She chuckled and leaned in to peck me on the side of my mouth. "Deal!" she cheerfully agreed. "Let's take our cherished belongings back and go for a swim. It's hot, and I need to cool off."
"Hmm, I don't know." I voiced my uncertainty. "This bikini is intended for basking in the sun, not swimming."
"Come on!" She chuckled. "The waves are calm enough. Don't be a wuss!"
We leisurely made our way back to our belongings and found Bobby emerging from the water, where he'd been body surfing with two attractive guys he probably knew from school. We sat together on the beach blanket and drank some cold water. Then Sunny and I shared half a sandwich each, soaked up some sun for a bit, and plunged into the waves.
The ocean was a little chilly. observed the prominent peaks of Sunny's nipples protruding through her top. I examined my own nipples, which looked even more conspicuous in my bikini. They seemed rather like tiny bullets.
She noticed me looking and laughed at my embarrassment, trying to shield my bikini top with my hands.
"Excuse me, ladies." A male voice said. "It appears you left your headlights on." It was Bobby, making an unsuccessful attempt at a British accent.
"Bobby!" I exclaimed, but we all shared a laugh.
Then, two figures approached at top speed, running across the sand towards us and diving head-first into the following wave. They both emerged laughing, and Bobby splashed them. "This is TJ, and that's Dean." Bobby introduced them. "Sunny, and Evie." He nodded to each of us in turn.
"Hello." We both said.
"Nice!" TJ exclaimed. He was slightly taller than Bobby and built like he might make a decent tennis player. He had a suspicious attempt at an outdated macho look, with what appeared to be an old '70s mustache. Despite that, he was quite charming.
"Do you girls attend school nearby?" Dean inquired. Bobby chuckled. "Sunny is Evie's stepsister." He scoffed. "And Evie is my dad's girlfriend."
"Oh, holy shit!" Dean exclaimed, horrified. "I thought... you might be younger."
I stared at him, puzzling over his age guess. "And how old do you think I am?" I inquired incredulously.
"Careful now." Sunny giggled. "It's a trick question. There's no good answer."
TJ took over the conversation. "I imagine if you're going out with Bobby's dad, then... you're probably around his age, right?"
Bobby snorted. "Yes, you'd think so." He replied with a hint of disapproval in his tone. "He's got over twenty years on her."
TJ and Dean both widened their eyes at me.
I smirked. "Yes, it's true."
"Wow!" TJ gasped, taken aback. "I would have guessed you to be at most 23 years old."
I flashed a wide grin. "Wow! Thanks. You seem to be a bit of a people person."
"Totally!" Dean agreed. "You certainly don't look your age."
"Well, I make an effort to maintain my fitness." I said.
"She doesn't make an effort." Sunny chortled. "She gets up and goes for a run every morning she's not working early, spends around an hour on the elliptical each day, and she's been doing yoga for a very long time. She also swims and plays tennis. She's like the unending energizer bunny. Almost obsessed with her health."
"Huh?" She arched an eyebrow. "I'm not playing that game, I'm just naturally this hot!"
They all chuckled.
Dean gazed at me from the chest up in the water. "So, I can't really see much, but what I can see looks... pretty hot."
Bobby agreed. "Trust me, she is."
I glanced at Bobby in surprise. He'd never given me a compliment about my looks before. It sounded a bit mean, the way he said it... or maybe it was just a tad bit dirty? But he considered me hot? I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
"Yeah, right," he smirked. "You don't work out for nothing, you know. If you do yoga, maybe you could teach a class or something."
I thought about it for a moment. My father-in-law owned a gym near the highway, and his yoga instructor was going to have a baby soon. He’d need a replacement. Maybe I could ask? Perhaps work nights when Mike was working overtime. But what about leaving Sunny and Bobby alone in the house... they wouldn’t have any problems if they wanted to, right?
I shifted the subject. "Let's talk about something else. Anything to take our minds off my body and Sunny’s dating life."
We chatted idly for a while until the water began chilling me a bit and my fingers started wrinkling from the pruning effects. "I'm going to tan." I declared and started swimming towards the shore. Then a rogue wave or something grabbed me from behind and tossed me back to the bottom, right on top of Dean. It was so unexpected, both of us were thrown off balance and ended up tumbling into one another like socks in a laundry cycle. I managed to swim back to the surface, shaking my head in confusion. There was something wrong. My bikini top was missing!
"Oh, crap!" I squeaked, covering up my exposed back.
Sunny quickly caught on. "What's the matter, Evie?"
"Go find my top. There might be a reward." I ordered, my hands still shielding my chest.
"Mm, that could be interesting," Sunny giggled.
"No!" I hissed at her. "Please! Just find my top."
Sunny fell silent, along with the other men, all now frowning while the waves continued to wash over us. Even Sunny remained motionless.
"Um, you can go home without a top if you want. It's not that big of a deal." Bobby snickered. The others agreed, with Dean finally making a genuine effort to find my missing bikini top.
"A kiss as a reward sounds reasonable." Sunny mused, wading closer. "I mean, who would mind that?"
"This is getting out of hand," I hissed. "Just help me find it."
"Listen, Evie. It's just some innocent fun." She whispered. "You'll be okay, there's no harm in it."
Oh, for the love of God. This was gonna be messy. Out here on this beach with this skimpy outfit that would blow away in a gust of wind! "Fine. A kiss to whoever..."
TJ quickly raised my lost top and grinned. "I've got it." He splashed backward in the water, still grinning. "Come get it."
"Okay, I'll go." I sighed, trying to maintain my balance despite the waves. However, TJ just laughed and splashed around, refusing to part with my top.
"TJ, that's not funny," Bobby chided. "Just give her the top."
TJ frowning, but still grinning, "I get a reward first, right?"
Bobby scowled. "Look, he can have it."
TJ handed me my top, "So, you said a kiss to whoever?"
I was trapped. "Well, yes."
Without hesitation, TJ leaned into me and planted a soft, but brief kiss on my cheek. "There, happy?"
"Yeah." I agreed, relieved he didn't attempt anything more. I took my top and slipped it on while the others watched, all with different expressions.
"Huh. That was unexpected." Dean commented as I started swimming back to the shore.
"Don't you find it amusing, Evie?" Bobby asked. "I mean, it's all just fun."
"Now that we've already 'rewarded' TJ, he can keep the search going and return with the rest of us," Sunny grinned. "There's nothing wrong with a little innocent fun."
Here's to hoping for a smooth end to this embarrassing situation, and the quickest exit from the beach possible! "Let's go." I announced.
TJ laughed again as Sunny began swimming towards the shore. "It didn't really feel like a reward, Evie, you might have just told him to get some sun."
I rolled my eyes and made my way back to the house, the gang trailing behind me. As we made our way up towards the beach house, I was grateful for my top. At least I could be appropriately dressed once again.
"Uh-uh! I want my top first, then you can have your kiss," I said.
"If I give it to you, you'll just swim away," he replied with a shake of his head. "Nope, I get my kiss first."
"It's fine, Evie. Just go for it," Sunny said.
Oh, we were going to go round and round, little gal, I thought to myself as I teetered close to slipping into the water. I nearly face-planted into the water but managed to pull myself back to solid ground. We met each other halfway, and I raised my face to him with my lips puckered.
All of this happened so fast! TJ wrapped his arm around me and hoisted me up to him. I felt a desperate need to push him away, which revealed my bare breasts. A tongue invaded my mouth, and lips pressed against mine. I lacked the strength to fight him off. My chest was pushed up to his bare chest, and he reached around to grab my bottom. A big, firm, strong hand that I admired.
What the hell just happened? I yelled at myself. I was moaning into this young man's mouth. My hands shoved him mildly, but he was exploring my mouth with his tongue, and that made my own response impossible. So, I did what I always do when receiving a deep kiss. I stuck my tongue in his mouth. I vaguely sensed 'Ooo's and Woah's' vocalized by the group but they were losing meaning for me as our kiss progressed.
He took a break, glanced down at me with a triumphant grin, tilted my head in the other direction, and kissed me once more. And I let him! Dammit! Wake up, you silly girl! He's holding your ass, and you're liking it way too well! Knock it off and stop kissing him back!
The second kiss lasted longer than the first, and I moaned into his mouth again. Eventually, I extracted my mouth from his, drew back from trying a third, and took a moment to catch my breath. I realized that it had become quiet, and wondered what the matter was. Suddenly, I realized I was hovering where I couldn't reach the bottom, my arms wrapped around his neck, and he was keeping me afloat from beneath me while his hand remained on my ass. If he wanted, he could simply press his lips to mine.
"Oh!" I pushed out of his grip and sunk beneath the surface. As I resurfaced, I could feel a noticeable bulge pressing against my body under his shorts. Was it for me? Did I make him hard with a kiss? When I surfaced, there was some amused laughter, but the tone had dramatically changed. TJ handed me my top and I swam with my breasts submerged until I could stand firm again. I reconnected my top, slipped it over my head, and attempted to secure it.
Sunny lent a helping hand and swam over to assist me. As she adjusted the ties to create a bow, she whispered in my ear, "That was fun, wasn't it?"
"It was humiliating." I hissed back.
"Maybe, but fun," she giggled. "It seemed like some fantastic kiss."
Yes, it was, damn it! And I tried to recall the last time a kiss induced that level of excitement in me. According to my memory, it didn't happen. It must have been a long time - maybe never. Stop daydreaming, Evie, or you'll go insane!
I emerged from the water and strolled back to our picnic area. I told myself that as soon as the youngsters exited the water, we would leave. They played and laughed, embodying the joy reserved for their youth. I was entranced.
At that age, I was in a loveless marriage and couldn't engage in such playful activities. It was like I missed an entire chapter in the story of my life. Maybe this is why I couldn't recall feeling so excited by a kiss. I hadn't had one that evoked such a response. Not since Jimmy.
All my boyfriends after my divorce were married men, and I knew they just desired a younger woman to play around with. However, this awareness meant they didn't try to impress me significantly. I accepted this state of affairs since they knew they didn't need to. And I supposed that's why I didn't anticipate more from my love life. I didn't have anything else to measure it against.
Finally, I observed Sunny coerce Bobby that it was time to go. He gave his friends a fist pump before they emerged to carry our cooler for us, and I drove us home in a daze. Bobby and Sunny retired to their part of the house while I took a hot shower and clothed myself in a light top and shorts.
We barbecued some chicken in the backyard, clean up, then I phoned Mike about his arrival time. He replied he was near and to save him a leg and a thigh.
A thigh, I thought. Reminded me of today when your girlfriend exposed her thighs. Not intentionally yet still. His large hands could encompass half my hips. I still recalled his tongue moving over mine when...
"Damn!" I scolded myself mentally. Stop it!
Sunny drove her vehicle to campus for a night class, and Bobby declared he'd do schoolwork, thus I was left solo in the living room.
I poured a glass of wine for myself, got comfy on the couch, then sought something TV-worthy to divert my back-and-forth mind. After Mike returned home, I greeted him with the usual affection, provided his meal, and shared our day's events. Unsurprisingly, I omitted the most bizarre part of mine.
Mike occasionally shows affection, but typically, we're just friends engaging in occasional sexual encounters. I'm unclear whether I'm supporting him or he's fostering me. Or maybe it's simply comfort. I've never felt subdued until now.
Spontaneously, I moved closer on the couch, reoriented his head toward me, and made an attempt to kiss him. I attempted to arouse his affection similar to how it made my heart flutter with TJ. It didn't. It simply constituted a kiss. Nothing amiss... nothing exceptional either.
Subsequently, we observed something for a spell, he massaged my feet, traced his fingers up my legs. Then we retired to bed. It was Friday, so we humped. The same we did on Sunday. The same we did the previous Friday. Undress, hug, kiss, sleep with me, five minutes of intercourse, and "Do you want a drink?"
Gosh, I wanted to weep. Heretofore, I was comfortable with this. Currently, I couldn't contemplate why I'd ever considered it. Even when fresh, it was routine. I'd had numerous boyfriends, but not that many. Within my entire adulthood, I've been with six men, though I rejected countless other offers. And it wasn't always mundane... almost.
Jimmy was a dynamo in bed when we'd begun. He executed activities on me I'll never forget. But since him, things were less stimulating. My four affairs with married men represented capture opportunities where we tried to remain discreet. Often they were hasty, frequently in inauspicious locations, and typically quiet to avoid detection. I had a one-off encounter with a man I met at Danny's bar, and he took me to a motel. This was the initial time since Jimmy that I howled and meowed out loud without poverty about others potentially listening. This was also the final time.
I deemed it age-related. Like age, sex was a young adults' activity, and I wasn't the youngest I had been.
However, following the ocean kiss, I began questioning if perhaps I was just mismatched. I ogled older men since they displayed maturity and normally had steady jobs and could discuss topics other than sports. Still, what if the younger players followed distinctive regulations? Sunny and Bobby undoubtedly did their own playing. TJ didn't fuss about kissing an older woman as I was about kissing a younger guy.
I wandered toward the kitchen for a glass of water when I heard it once more. A soft moan emanating from Sunny's chamber.
"No!" I groaned internally. Had they started again?
It was dark so I maintained sufficient light via the windows to avoid tripping over things, gradually slid the pocket door open slowly at times until I could see Sunny's door. It was left partially ajar! Barely observable, I drew nearer, yet could only distinguish body shapes meshing on the bed.
Sunny's trim body jostled up and down on him, while Bobby was reaching upward from under! I edged in further until I had a better view. There was just enough light from her window that I could determine that this time, she wasn't delivering oral engagement. They were consummating. Their vigorous, wild coupling elicited Sunny's delicate moans, bringing forth images of a baby cat mewling for its mother. Bobby's deep grunts were repressed while the svelte Asian girl vigorously ground her pelvis on him.
Inside, my heart pulsed like it was trying to break free from my chest. Every slight sound and movement caused a shiver to run through me. I was gradually getting used to the darkness, and I could gradually make out the intricacies of the scene. She was riding him backward! The pile of covers obscured his lower half, but his legs tell me that he was gripping her ass, perhaps to move her up and down. She was leaning back to allow his hands to fondle her small, bouncy breasts. I stood frozen, as if my feet were glued to the floor, my eyes never leaving the action taking place across the room.
Suddenly, I noticed that my hand had found its way to my sex, and I was rubbing the area without thinking. The sensation was incredible.
My brain suggested that maybe I should return to bed. But somehow, I couldn't make my body move. My left hand reached for my breast through the untucked nighty fabric, and I could feel my hardened nipple.
That's when I saw her eyes. Sunny met my gaze, and I knew. There could be no mistaking the recognition in her eyes. She saw me. What now? But I remained motionless.
Sunny made a soft moan, and I heard her whisper. "Oh Bobby, you're so deep inside me!"
Sunny saw me, she had to have. Her eyes didn't leave mine, and she continued. "Do you like my tits? They're not as big as Evie's, right?"
Bobby grunted in response. I couldn't help but imagine the scene. The two of them were pretending to make fun of another person, maybe even me, while they engaged in coitus.
"Do you wish they were bigger?" Sunny murmured as her body swayed over his. "Like Evie's?"
My heart skipped a beat as I tried to understand her plan. She seemed to be testing my reaction to Evie's size. I was keeping my breath shallow, not wanting to make a sound.
"You know what I'd like?" she asked, in between her breathless moans. "I'd like to watch you fuck her!"
Sunny! What was happening?
More grunts from Bobby, and I heard him say, "Fuck yes!"
I contemplated rejecting the image that was forming in my mind. Was this some kind of game or a twisted form of taunting?
"I'd also like it if you could watch them both at the same time. You would love that, right? Seeing me and Evie together while you're inside me?"
My body shivered, feeling teased and simultaneously aroused. I wanted her to stop, but my eyes were hungrily moving between the two of them.
"Do you think you can do that?...you know, watch both me and Evie have sex while you're inside me..." Her voice seemed nonchalant, as she had just finished her sentence.
Surely they weren't really suggesting that!
Bobby grabbed her around the hips and thrust harder, and Sunny whimpered in pleasure.
"You like THAT, don't you?!" she asked. "You like looking at Evie, don't you?"
It was true. I used to imagine what it would be like to have sex with her considering his previous encounters with her.
But when Sunny said, "Or better yet... I'd like to see you do this to her!" I almost jumped.
Sunny was suggesting that I masturbate in the presence of her and Bobby, as they had sex. I couldn't believe it! Was this part of their foreplay? I had to be sure that I was dreaming.
This thought excited me as well. Sunny saw me. She knew that I was in the room, and she knew how I felt. She smiled at me, adding to my confusion.
"You'd really like to cum while watching this, wouldn't you?" she asked, seemingly without a care in the world.
I watched Sunny reach up and pry the covers back. A moan escaped her lips as Bobby's hands found her breasts.
I couldn't help but feel a part of the act. How long had they been stocking this ribald scenario?
Bobby bucked hard into her, making her squeal with glee as she pressed against him. His movements became frantic. Was he very close to orgasm?
I exhaled sharply as he began to grunt, his climax exploding inside her. Without stopping, Bobby continued his movements. I knew she was having an orgasm. He wanted to finish inside her. I couldn't help but conjure up an image of her being filled with his sperm during her climax.
Bobby began to groan, and finally, he grabbed Sunny's hair and rammed his cock into her mouth, ready to release his load. I could hear her swallow dozens of times in the near silence, swallowing down the abundance of cum that Oscar was pouring into her.
Suddenly, she sat back on her knees and locked eyes with mine, signaling that she had witnessed it all. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she sighed and turned. "Quiet as a mouse, Sweetie. Don't frighten me!"
I froze and backed out of the room. I'd forgotten what I needed from the coffee carafe. This scene was too bizarre...
"It's alright, Evie." She softly stated. "Nothing horrendous transpired. Check out, the world is still spinning."
I didn't mean to sound irate, but I couldn't help it. "You vowed you weren't sleeping with him!" I cried in a muffled shout.
"We weren't until tonight." She replied. "I apologize, but I was simply... tremendously dissatisfied with my partner tonight, and I merely required... to..."
"Engage in sex?!" I breathed in disbelief.
She chuckled and nodded. "I was aiming for 'purely' employed." She wittily quipped, playing with the wording. "That's why I invited him into my room."
I couldn't resist myself. I giggled at her and shook my head. "Sunny. I can't forbid you."
"Then stop trying." She thwarted my efforts. "Evie, things have been going swimmingly with us lately. Don't spoil that by trying to assume the position of your mother."
This was undeniably true. I could never take up the mantle of her mother. And she didn't even want me to. We were more akin to friends, and I wanted the ideal of being utmost companions. Thus, what would a friend or a sister say?
"Do you adore him?" I inquired, striving to maintain my composure.
"Say what?" she screeched, perplexed. "No! I adore his member, but no. I'm not smitten."
"But, why him?" I pushed for more details.
"Ohhh, Evie." She groaned, sensing my perplexity. "Haven't you ever had sex just because it feels great?"
I nodded in agreement. "Yes, I have. But not with, you know... a potential relative." We both chuckled ruefully. "The tension sincerely lessened between us, it seems."
"I hope you're cognizant of this." I sighed. "I am safe."
She nodded. "I am. Confidently. Better than confidently."
I smirked. "You are confidently safe. That might be the issue." I retorted, attempting to lighten the mood. "Well... I reckon it's time for us to try slumbering."
She grinned. "Evie, I'm going to sleep akin to a contented infant now." She stated cheerfully. "I procured precisely what I needed."
I huffed. "That's simple for you to claim." I said. "It aroused me seeing you."
"Go on." She https://www.freepik.com/free-vectors/communication" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">communicate encouraged. "Get some for yourself! I bet Mike wouldn't mind waking up for a late-night quickie."
I frowned. "We already did." I murmured, feeling a slight sadness.
She blinked at me, emulating the somber expression. "Oh, Evie." She pouted pitifully. "I'm sorry."
"Look away." I dismissed her, waving my hand. "I reckon I'll grab a glass of H2O and think this through."
"Are you positive you're okay?" she questioned, concerned. "Don't require some company?"
I obliged by shaking my head. "If you're here, I'd simply be envisioning you waving at me." I mimicked her finger wagging motions at her.
She laughed. "Alright then." She prepared to progress, then stopped and looked back. "I comprehend you appreciated it." She whispered. "I observed you... frigging yourself. It was steamy, perceiving you could view us."
"Sunny, don't." I begged.
"I'm merely articulating." She signed with regret. "Permit me to articulate. It's okay to admit you cherished the view."
She blew me a kiss, and I reciprocated. Then I traversed to the kitchen to secure myself some water and considered my predicament. If I were to break into Mike's room for another late-night quickie, what would transpire? Would he be enthusiastic? Capable of erection? We hadn't had sex more than once in a single night our entire relationship. I doubted whether it was his lack of craving, or his failure to rise. Perhaps he couldn't get hard.
I contemplated whether Sunny would furtively visit Bobby's room for a late-night quickie. He was likely prepared for it. He was probably anticipating her creeping in. What would he do with me if I sneaked into his room in the dead of the night?
Last night, I couldn't sleep until early morning, and when I opened my eyes, I was still imagining the ending of a movie in my head. In this movie, I was underwater, and my bikini was nowhere to be found. A massive hand was pinching my butt. I was kissing passionately, thinking, "How could I have sex with this younger guy without Mike discovering us?" The guilt and arousal clashed, and just before he released me to feel his cock touch my vagina, I planted another kiss on him, wrapping my legs around him as we prepared to have sex. "Bobby!"
I jumped out of bed as if it were the Fourth of July, shocked at where my dream had come from. Mike was still asleep, and I could feel my heart beating rapidly. I couldn't go back to that dream. I had to get up early to make it to the golf course for seven. Shower, hair, makeup, and my uniform were my priorities. After that, I'd head to the bistro for coffee in a to-go cup.
When I stepped out of the shower, Mikey was slowly awakening, and I still felt excited from my dream. I climbed on top of him and kissed him vigorously. I slid off my towel, climbed into the bed, and climbed on top of him, but his penis was still soft! He helped me stay in his arms and massaged my hips and butt, but it wouldn't get hard.
Several unsuccessful tries at morning sex later, he stood up, put on his boxers, and headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
My heart ached as I finished getting ready, took my coffee, and kissed Mike goodbye. I wished I could tell him what was going on in my mind, but he didn't say a word about my advances. Fortunately, Sunny and Bobby were still asleep, so I didn't have to face them and pretend the dream didn't happen.
On my way to work, I recalled Dean mentioning his father owned a gym nearby. I decided to call the gym, leaving a message with my name, phone number, and interest in being a yoga instructor. I also told them I heard about the job opening from him. If they liked me, this could be a wise move: I adore yoga.
As the day unfolded, my dream kept playing in my thoughts. I couldn't stop thinking about Sunny and Bobby defiling each other, her allowing him to cum in her mouth. I had given oral sex perhaps five or six times in my life, but only twice was it intentional. She had no qualms about enjoying it, but even then, I couldn't fathom why she did it willingly. I just remember it being... ick. And yet she seemed to enjoy it, based on her moans and lip smacking.
I reminisced in detail about the guy in my dream - TJ's hand on my butt, the kiss lasting too long, and how it made me feel afterwards. I felt guilty, but I wanted it to happen again. His expression when he was between my breasts, the sensation of his hard-on, and how I glided up his body captivated me. The whole dream was confusing! Was it about kissing TJ, then him converting into Bobby just before we had sex?
After completing my work day, the evening staff had arrived, so I cleared my belongings and rushed out the door. I was in dire need of additional income, so I hoped I'd like the gym and they'd like me. Perhaps it'd be beneficial to my well-being and fun. I'm enamored with yoga, you see. Pretty girl, here's hoping. "Check your appearance, stand tall, and smile. That's what wins you over. Then, the rest is faith's calling."
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