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Lorelei part 2
"What a drag," Cathy sighed in sympathy, as I growled
again about the prospective weekend with my old auntie.
But my luck changed dramatically for the better when
things were cancelled Friday afternoon. I phoned Cathy
to let her know Saturday was on if she wanted to go to
the Point, but couldn't get through to her early in the
evening, and later on it just slipped my mind, there was
still a good deal of family uproar as Mum got all
dramatic about the episode and ran about phoning this
family member and that. And then I took a perfectly
selfish decision. Cathy could watch Sean next weekend by
herself. I'd check him out on my own tomorrow. He might
not have been my first choice for a peepshow, but his
was the only show in town!
I admit right now, thanks to Sean I thought I was the
racy one, a bit of a pimp, an authority on erections and
masturbation and cumming. Lyn was the tragic, I was the
sexpert voyeur, and Cathy was the innocent blushing
sweetheart. Well, they say pride comes before falling,
so to speak, but it was going to be an entertaining
humbling. BoggleEye Point was set to truly boggle me.
My cave was becoming quite comfortably appointed now,
with a old travel blanket folded up for comfy kneeling
at the peephole and a slightly larger entry portal for
easier, quieter entries and exits. I'd considered
bringing the camera, but it does have a very noisy
shutter; I was also bothered by the idea of having a
film developed and somebody at the photolab noticing
saucy photos. Way too messy, explaining my way out of
that one!
I settled half-kneeling, half-laying, blissing out
listening to the distant moan of the sea while I waited
for Sean to make his appearance. And peered cautiously
when I heard footsteps scraping over the stone
below...but coming from the north side, not the south
from which Sean generally made his appearance. Somebody
else had arrived on the scene.
It was Cathy.
I groaned quietly. What was she doing down there? If
Sean saw her, there'd be no way he'd perform, and worse
still, he'd know his hideout was discovered and he'd
never come back. I grabbed a handful of pebbles, but
then thought twice. She didn't know I was here; she
thought I'd be away for the weekend.
Just what the hell was she playing at, then? As I
watched, she stripped off her shorts and tee, revealing
her electric-blue bikini, and stuffed the clothing in
her bag. She threw down a large blanket on the sand
above the tideline, then pulled up her sketchblock.
Taking only a few minutes, she made the rough outlines
of the rocky outcrops to the south, then propped the
sketchbook and charcoals on a nearby rock, casually
askew as though she had left them there carelessly. She
checked a watch hidden in her bag, then pulled out a
bottle of tanning oil and rubbed on a second coating
that made her body glisten. Then she whipped off her
bikini top and tossed it over her bag, and rubbed extra
oil into her nicely-shaped breasts, not too large, but
big enough to give her some cleavage. Then she lay on
her front, concealing her natural armament, and lay
still and quiet.
I know how her mind works. "Oh, I came out here to
sketch/look for dolphins, and it was so nice and private
I thought I'd work on my tan...and then you showed up,
Sean! How embarrassing!" Having a gentle laugh to
myself, I wished her luck. Sean would turn and flee for
fright, I was sure. The white stripe across her back was
proof of how often Cathy went topless sunbathing.
From my elevation, I saw him arrive first; glimpsed him
before he scuttled crabwise and low to flatten himself
against the rocks, then peer at who had invaded his
secret place. He didn't flee. He was peeking just like
me. Were his eyes devouring the rounded arcs of the
edges of her breasts, where they pressed into the towel
just beneath her armpits? If I'd been a true friend to
Cathy, we'd have set this up between us, and I would
have brought him to the cave to watch her..._Roll over!_
I thought at her. _He's looking! Show him what you've
got!_
Then, he started softly whistling, and stood up to walk
along the rocks, feigning nonchalance. Decision taken.
Cathy sat up with her arms folded coyly across her
front, and giggled. This only emphasised her cleavage.
Both of them were blushing.
"Er, hi Sean, I didn't expect to see you here! You going
fishing?"
"Um, yeah. You been sketching?" He hurried to her
sketchbook, making himself tear his eyes from her. He
was wearing the denims, and I'm sure I glimpsed the
sidewise bump of an ill-hidden hardon. "Um, you can put
your top on if you want, I won't look," he promised
gallantly, making a show of turning his back to her.
"Ohh, hey," she laughed rather nervously, dropping her
arms and letting her breasts swing free, emboldened by
the fact he wasn't looking. "It's okay. I don't mind.
It's not fair that guys can get around without shirts
on, and girls can't. It's so much more comfortable."
He flipped the pages of her sketchpad industriously;
half-turned, paused. "You...don't mind if a guy looks at
your, er?"
"I trust you, Sean, you're a nice guy. Anyway, you've
seen topless bathing before, or do you go to the beach
with your eyes shut?"
Turning slowly, ears red with embarrassment, his eyes
darted between her face and her breasts. She was
blushing almost all the way down to her nipples, which
were sticking out sharp and proud. "It's just that, um,
it's...different when it's someone you, well, sort of
know."
"Why? Don't I look good?"
His eyes went more overtly to her gleaming breasts. "No,
no, you look fantastic, I mean...I better not interrupt,
I'll go find somewhere else to fish."
"Oh, no, don't go, I'll cover up if it's bothering you.
Why don't you hop up on the rocks over there and fish,
and I'll sketch you? I need an interesting foreground
object for that picture you've got there."
He obliged. His need to see her was outweighing his
frustration and embarrassment. Perhaps, for all her own
forced blase attitude, Cathy was going to do all right
out of this encounter. He stood on the rocks with his
back to her and cast his line, and she, remaining
topless to do so, sketched him. She omitted his shorts,
drawing shapely thighs and rounded buttocks with a
skilled hand; and undoubtedly the assistance of memory.
"I'm sorry if I was being a bit dumb," he said at last,
glancing back. "I just...never saw a nude girl up close
before, like, you sort of look without looking when you
see topless sunbathers, you don't stare, so I was a bit,
er."
"I'm not nude," said Cathy saucily, tweaking her bikini
bottom. "Want to see? My sketch, I mean; it's finished."
"Oh, yeah, sure." He put down his line and rejoined her
on the beach, then did a doubletake.
"Don't you like it?"
"Where's my shorts?"
"Call it artistic license. I thought the picture would
look better like that."
"Jeez." He knew as well as I do that artists have a
natural X-ray vision. His brother's an automotive
spraypainter by trade, and he's singlehandedly
responsible for every voluptuous barbarian maiden hotrod
bonnet and sin-bin mural on this stretch of the
coastline. "If you were standing up there and I drew you
in the nude, how would you feel?"
"Flattered," she grinned, leaning close enough to
tantalise with that lethal cleavage. Now that I knew
what to look for, he definitely had a hardon, and he
must have been getting fit to burst. She sobered. "If
you'd have been facing me, I couldn't have done that
though, drawn you nude. I've never seen a naked man, so
I can only ever draw a kind of bump."
"Er...would you want to, um, draw one of those?" His
face was redder than a nav beacon, his grin lopsided and
goofy; but there was a sobriety in his deep, dark eyes.
He wasn't looking at her boobs any more, but gazing
earnestly into her eyes, asking with them the things he
hadn't the nerve to speak...yet.
She swallowed, nodded. "I'm curious, yeah. I don't know
any guys who'd want to show me, though."
"What if I..?" he dared ask. She nodded, tongue flicking
over her lips. He drew a deep breath of mixed relief
and anticipation. "Only thing is...you got to return the
favour. If I lose my pants, so do you, so we're both
naked, deal?"
"Fair's fair." And she bent down and slipped off her
bikini, then glanced up at him coyly. He gazed at her,
mouth open in surprise and awe, now seeing not only the
ripe beauty of her breasts, but also that neat wedge of
dark bronze pubic hair, guardian of her deepest secret.
Then she lifted her chin. She'd kept her half of the
bargain.
"I, er...I might, um, I might..." he stammered, putting
his hands to his waistband.
"Go off?" she asked, a silken quality creeping into her
voice that I had never heard from her before. He nodded
jerkily, and she smiled, lids lowered. "I'd like to see
that."
She had seen him already. She had the advantage. He was
the one going into unknown territory, but he kept his
word. He unzipped his pants, and that least-shy part of
him, that upright shaft emerged at last. He dropped his
shorts to the sand and stepped out of them, and the
world seemed to stand still as they gazed at each other,
wordlessly, eyes roving up and down, relishing what they
saw.
"Can I...look closer?" she asked quietly, sinking to her
knees.
"If you touch me I'll explode," he said tightly. But the
thought alone had been enough, for he gasped and twisted
just slightly away from her. Since he faced me this
time I saw the shot of white come from his head. He
clutched at his shaft while the pleasure possessed him,
and Cathy watched with parted lips from her front-row
seat. "Sorry," he gasped.
"Woww," she said slowly, getting to her feet, eyes
locked with his. The flush on their faces was no longer
from embarrassment. Her heart must have been thundering,
her head spinning, her clitoris on fire...because I was
feeling all that, and I was floating somewhere just
above them.
"Could I...look at you? Up close?" he asked gently.
"I've never seen...been...up close."
She nodded, and shifted to stand with her legs wider
apart. Smiling, he went by her and sat on the blanket;
she giggled, unsure of what position he had in mind and
sat beside him, knees folded up. He pivoted on a hip and
carefully placed a hand on her knee, with the lightest
of pressure showing she should sit with her legs apart.
Now, below her dark bush, the moist pink of her slot was
evident. He shuffled around on his elbows so that his
face was within a handspan of that sacred pleasure zone,
his expression unreadable as his eyes scanned her.
Watching him, she placed her hands down there, and with
her fingertips pulled back the petals of her outer
labia. His lips moved as he murmured something; then he
brought a fingertip up to touch the rosy flesh. She let
her lids fall shut, her body twitching with the thrill
of his touch.
Then, very slowly, with that fingertip he teased the
folds apart, running it around and around her entrance;
lingering over her clitoris, wiggling back and forth,
exploring that tantalising nubbin as it peeped from its
hood. He traced and played, face alight with wonder;
would dip his finger into the moisture of her well, then
run that lubricated finger around and amidst her labia,
exploring every millimetre of her. She watched him
examining her, breasts rising and falling with the depth
of her breathing, nipples standing out as her arousal
built and built. Letting go of her labia, with her hands
she pulled her legs as far apart as they would go,
wriggling her pelvis and raising herself up toward him
to give him the best possible view and access. Then her
eyes slid across to his crotch. His penis had not stayed
soft for long. When she reached for him, he hoisted his
hips closer, and her fingers folded over that swelling
one-by-one. She stroked him steadily, feeling the spongy
tissue harden as he grew longer.
Her eyes fluttered shut and she gave a gasp, pausing in
her stroking. Sean watched, and when her eyes opened
next he gazed intently at her, sliding his finger deeper
into her well, slowly deeper, deeper, watching her
breath and body shiver and shudder.
"Put it in me," she said, laying back on the blanket.
"Let's do it." He withdrew his finger.
"Are you sure?"
"Please. Please, Sean."
The look on his face was one of profound tenderness as
he brought his body over hers. He kept one hand on his
cock to guide him, and rubbed his tip over her swollen,
wet, needful slit so that she moaned and writhed and
reached for his shaft too.
"Please, now, please!"
Together, they guided his head to her opening. She
slipped her hand out from between them, grasping his
hips, and he leaned into her. Her legs wrapped around
his, her hands on his rump clutching at him hungrily as
his buttocks thrust, moving him up and down, in and out,
slowly at first then faster, faster. His shoulders
flexed, muscles bulging has he held himself above her so
that he could bury his face between her breasts, while
hers contorted in an agonising ecstasy. They gasped in
unison, doing it, bodies locked together.
I threw myself back from the peephole into soft sand and
jammed my hand inside my pants, and released the fire-
button of my own throbbing clit. It was all I could do
to stay silent, and I clutched handfuls of sand with my
free hand. Cathy's soft, high mews of pleasure spoke
for me. I was hot, ecstatic, horny, jealous and
delighted all at once.
When finally I ventured back to the window, they were
laying cuddled together in each others' arms, bodies
pressed together full-length. They stroked each others'
faces in wonder and joy, now kissing tenderly, their
eyes full of love. There was nothing in the world that
could keep them apart now.
Creeping out of my burrow, I left them to their peace.
***
I stomped down the stone steps to the surf beach
grumpily. It was just two days to the school dance;
Mitch hadn't asked me to be his date yet, and I was as
horny as hell besides. Lyn might have scored out, but
Cathy had scored bigtime, and I was getting desperate.
Of course Sean had asked her to the dance. They sure as
hell weren't shy with each other anymore and were the
hottest new item about, and Lyn and I were on our own at
lunchtimes. I was glad true love had found its way with
them; now I wished it would hurry up and find me.
_The next guy I see_, I vowed as I stamped onto the
beach that day. The next eligible guy I saw, I'd ask to
the dance; then at least I could say I was going with
somebody.
And wouldn't you know it, the beach seemed deserted. How
strange was that! Oh yes, a bunch of pre-pubescent kids
playing up to the northside, and a bunch of fat old
beach fishermen to the south. I wandered down to the
waterline and let the waves rush around my feet,
imagining and hoping Mitch might by some miracle appear
from nowhere, and move with feline grace toward me.
"Hey, Jo...hasn't anyone asked you to the dance yet?"
He'd be wearing black Speedos, torso rippling as he
moved...
Suddenly the shallows not far in front of me boiled, and
something impossibly long and gangling erupted from the
sea. He was six-four and shapeless, long hair plastered
down over a frogman's mask, and as I goggled in
disbelief he started an awkward, paddle-footed run out
of the water, lifting his flippered feet high in order
to move at all.
The universe has a very sick sense of humour. "Oh God,
no, please..." I prayed softly, futilely. But my date
had arrived. He was in my year, he was unattached, and I
doubted he had a date yet. So much for Mitch emerging
from my dreams. I had bad-lucked onto Renton.
There's nothing wrong with Renton, I suppose. He has the
personality of a doorknob and the sex appeal of your
average clothes-hoist. He's nice enough, but always
seemed a bit snobbish to me. He duck-walked out of the
water and pulled off his mask, wincing as it caught his
hair. "Hi, Jo," he said in a low voice, as if he were
disappointed it was me.
"Hey," I said, little more enthusiastic myself. "You
bodysurfing?"
"Practising. I'm not real good."
"I won't tell anyone I saw you."
"What you doing here?" he asked. "I thought you'd be
hanging with Lyn or Cathy."
"Tell you the truth, I was hoping to find Mitch," I
muttered. Was there any other alternative on this beach?
"I wanted to ask him if he's going to the dance."
"Oh, yeah, the dance. I'm not really interested in that,
it's kind of childish. I don't think Mitch's able to
make it that night, that's why he hasn't asked anyone
yet," he added helpfully. "Family birthday or something.
I think he wanted to ask you."
I looked up suddenly, no longer quite so irritated with
Renton. He gazed back from greenish-hazel eyes soberly.
He wasn't malicious by nature, so I could believe him.
"Damn," I muttered.
"Yeah, rotten luck."
"You weren't interested in going, then?" I commented. He
shrugged jerkily.
"Couldn't care less," he said, bending to prise off his
flippers.
"You wouldn't want to go along with me if I asked you,
then," I concluded.
It was his turn to shoot me a guarded look. "Nobody's
ever wanted to go to a dance with me."
"I'll be frank. Mitch was my first choice, but he's nix.
How about you?" I was careful not to seem too insulting-
-I could have added "Who else is left?", but that would
have been cruel. All the same, he seemed to read me loud
and clear.
"All right," he said, "so long as I don't get any better
offers. See you." And he walked off just like that.
***
Of course I was ropable, insulted to boot. When I found
Cathy and Lyn at our regular caf they listened patiently
while I sounded off. I'd gotten myself stuck with
someone I didn't really want, but I'm cussed enough to
take the punishment. I'd set myself up for this, so I'd
see it through for good or ill--ill the most likely
outcome.
"Better offers!" I huffed. "As if he's going to get a
better offer! He really knows how to impress...better
offers, hah! I'm gonna be a laughing-stock anyway."
Lyn and Cathy looked up, at each other, at me, up again.
"Hi, Mitch," Cathy smiled.
My heart stopped on a dime. _Where the hell were you
half an hour ago!_ He slipped into the seat beside me,
almond shaped eyes smiling. "Jo," he said, "could we
have a word?"
"Ah, sure!" I stammered, spellbound. Then I lifted off
and floated after Mitch between the tables to a
sheltered corner of the mall. Did Cathy and Lyn titter
and nudge each other behind my back? Did I care?
He was gorgeous, with his smooth oval face and the
dimple in his chin. His very self-possession made him
stand out from the crowd. And right now I had his
undivided attention. "Look," he said, brushing a hand
through his silken black hair, "I owe you an apology,
Jo. With the dance coming up and all, see...I can't make
it, the family's going to be out of town that week. I
was going to ask you to be my date, but, I didn't want
to disappoint you by having to pull out and, well, to be
honest," he shrugged, "I wasn't sure you'd want to go,
you seem far too mature for such things."
"Oh, that's okay," I fumbled. "I'm sorry you'll miss it,
the dance. Thanks for thinking of me."
"I hear Renton's the lucky man," he said with a rueful
smile.
"Only because he said you couldn't make it, he wasn't my
first choice," I covered hastily, and he laughed. "I
don't think he's very impressed by the prospect."
"Who, Renton? He's on cloud nine, he's thrilled to
bits."
"What!" I was gobsmacked, and Mitch laughed gently
again.
"Be kind to him, Jo. He thinks he's a hopeless case, and
you've made him a happy man. He's a good mate of mine,
so don't hurt him eh?"
"Um, sure, but there's nothing going on between him and
I, Mitch, you can be sure of that!"
He put up his hands in a placatory gesture. "That's
cool, I know! Anyway, I'll cut to the chase. Since I
can't take you to the dance, can I make you an
alternative offer?"
Could he? My God! "Sure," I said, batting my eyelids; I
couldn't help it. He grinned.
"I'm going to be taking possession of a new runabout
next week, and wondered if you'd like to come on a
round-the-harbour picnic cruise, just the two of us? I'm
sure we could find plenty to talk about."
"That'd be fantastic, yeah! I'd love to, Mitch, thank
you!"
"All right, we'll call that a date, then."
***
"We-ell?" my friends chorused when I returned to the
table. My mood had switched 180 degrees from earlier.
Putting up with Renton for an evening would be easy with
the prospect of a much hotter date beyond the school
dance.
"But Mitch said Renton was pretty excited about the idea
of going to the dance with me. That wasn't the
impression I got," I puzzled.
"Renton's just shy," said Lyn, "and probably too proud
to admit it. Don't freak out about the dance too much,
Jo; I'll be there with Russ, but I'll stick with you if
you need help."
"You would?" She nodded, and I remembered--things
weren't going too well between her and Russ. "You're a
true friend, Lyn, thank you."
We finished our drinks and prepared to go. Sean was
picking Cathy up, and when we went to the washroom she
asked me a question I had been waiting for. "Umm, Jo,
you know BoggleEye Point?"
"I wasn't planning on heading up there anymore," I said
honestly. "I've seen all that I needed to see--but if
you want to go, well, you know where it is. I got Mitch
to think of; I don't want to perve on Sean. And if I
have to go around Nanny's garden once more, I'm gonna
scream!"
"Really? Thanks, Jo, thank you," she said sincerely. "It
was wonderful of you to show me that. I hope things work
out well for Mitch and you."
Outside, Sean was waiting, chatting to Lyn. He greeted
Cathy with a lingering kiss, and their casual arm-in-arm
stance spoke volumes. "Wow," said Lyn a mite enviously
as they walked away, lost in each others' eyes. "Do you
reckon they've..?"
"If they haven't already," I sighed knowingly, "it won't
be long before they do. Half their luck!"
***
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