Chapter 3
I slept like a log and woke up feeling absolutely wonderful. I showered early, and I replaced the shorts with no difficulty at all. The stain that I had hoped for, unfortunately, was hardly noticeable, and I doubted whether anyone would pay much attention to it. Yet even this didn't bother me this morning; it just meant I would have to get to Gus in a more direct way.
I was halfway through dressing when the warm fragrance of frying bacon and hot coffee wafted through the half-closed door of my room. The thought of food made me realize just how hungry I was, and I hastened to dress. Panty-less, I stepped into a pair of tight-fitting hot pants, and debated a moment before I convinced myself to wear a bra. No sense in rushing things, I told myself sensibly.
After the bra, I slipped on a tank top that matched my hot pants and slid my feet into my thongs. I was dressed for the day.
Percy and Cindy were in the living room, just off to the right of the kitchen, watching cartoons. Gus was sitting at the table, wearing a multicolored striped polo shirt and a pair of white jeans rolled up into shorts. He was drinking his coffee, staring absently into his cup. His hair was sleep-mussed, and it hung against his face in dark, untamed waves. The uncombed hair made him appear even sexier than usual, and the sight of him sitting there so nonchalantly vividly brought back images from last night. My cunt throbbed excitedly.
Mimi was standing at the stove, and I could hear the bacon sizzling in the frying pan. She didn't have any make-up on, and her hair was pushed back, held away from her face with a headband. She was wearing a print housedress and, as near as I could tell, nothing else under it.
"Good morning," I said to her. "Let me help you with the cooking, Mimi." It was my job, after all.
"Don't bother," she answered lightly. She was smiling happily and giving Gus a warm, well-fucked, contented look. She looked as though she didn't have a care in the world. After last night, I thought, I guess that was to be expected.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?" I asked.
"It's all done," she explained, lifting the golden strips of bacon from the frying pan and placing them on a paper towel to absorb the grease.
"You should have called me earlier," I said, sitting down at the table across from Gus. I tried to stretch my knees forward under the table to accidentally touch him, but at the last moment before I made contact, I chickened out.
"I would have given you a hand," I told Mimi.
"Don't worry about it, Tootsie," she said. "It's only your first day."
I poured myself a cup of coffee, carefully stirring in four teaspoons of sugar. "I'll help you with the breakfast dishes."
"Don't bother," Mimi said quickly. She slipped several slices of bacon into my dish. "Why don't you take the kids to the beach after breakfast?" she continued. "It will do them good to get out early for a change."
That sounded odd. "Are you sure you don't want me to help with the housework?"
"No," she said. "Don't worry. Gus has some work to do, and I think I'm going to go back to bed. I'm still tired."
Gus smirked into his coffee cup. So that was it, I thought. Didn't she ever get enough? Well, why not? If I was in her place, I'd fuck with him every chance I could get.
"Sure," I answered. I kept my awareness out of my voice. "No problem."
Breakfast was a farce, but it was conducted normally. They knew what was going to happen, and I knew what was going to happen, but they ate as though sex was the farthest thing from their minds. But every once in a while, their patience would wear a little thin, and Gus would say something to Mimi that seemed normal but was really a filthy sexual joke. She would give him dirty looks and tip her eyes in my direction, but I'd make believe I didn't understand or notice, and Gus would smile innocently. The double meanings would make me think of sex, and my imagination was filled with all kinds of sexual images of Gus and Mimi or Gus and me. It made my cunt wet to know what they were going to do, and I was almost tempted to excuse myself from the table and go into the bathroom and masturbate.
"Ready to go?" Mimi asked. I could see her nipples growing stiff under the housedress.
"Let me help you clean the table off," I said, feeling purposely perverse.
"Oh, that's all right," she answered. "Go have fun. Come on, kids! Get your towels."
Percy and Cindy ran from the table with a yelp of freedom and disappeared into the back of the house. I heard them laughing and shouting.
"Ma!" Percy yelled. "Where's my pail and shovel?"
"Didn't you leave it in the backyard?" Mimi yelled back to him. Then, to me: "Tootsie, why don't you give him a hand and help him find it?"
I nodded then left the table. We found the pail, and I held the towels for them. We were all set to go.
"Tootsie!" Gus called. He came out of the front door and stood on the porch.
"Yes?" I asked. I tried to look at his face, but my eyes were drawn to his crotch. I thought I could see the thick outline of his cock pressing tightly against the fold of his jeans. I saw it in action last night, I thought, feeling my mouth grow dry.
He handed me some money. "Here's a couple of dollars. Don't bother coming home for lunch. Buy the kids and yourself some hot dogs and soda."
They must really be planning a big day if they didn't want us to bother them for lunch. "Thanks," I said, taking the money and stuffing it into my pants. He smiled at me and waved goodbye.
The sun was hot, and I stretched myself in it like a flower drawing sustenance from its heat. The beach wasn't far, and I let the kids run ahead down the road. I didn't feel much like swimming, but I had my suntan lotion and my bikini wrapped in my bath towel. I intended to absorb as much of the sun as I could today. I was fortunate in a way, because I never burned, only tanned. For a person with my complexion, that was a blessing.
The beach wasn't very crowded, and I took the kids in each hand, plowing through the hot sand down to the shoreline. After laying out our blanket on a choice section, I would go back and change into my suit. Cindy still didn't know how to swim, so she'd spend her day looking for shells and wading. Percy would dig holes in the wet sand and watch the ocean fill them in. It was going to be a relaxing, pleasant day for us all.
"Tootsie?" someone called. "Is that you?"
I turned toward the voice. It was a well-built blonde wearing a two-piece blue bathing suit. Her body was a deep tan, and her short hair was bleached almost white from the sun.
"Linda!" I shouted, remembering. Linda Mauro, one of my friends from last year.
We embraced like long-lost friends, hugging and kissing and telling each other how much we missed each other over the long winter from last year. It felt good to meet someone I already knew.
I pushed Linda back and looked at her. "My God!" I exclaimed. "You've changed. You didn't have all of ... that last year." I flitted my hand up and down between her breasts and crotch.
Linda giggled knowingly. "You didn't have much more than a handful yourself last year," she retorted, looking at the swell of my breasts push out the front of my blouse.
"I guess it was a good year for the both of us."
She smiled and looked at me in a strange way, almost as though she were trying to read something into my answer.
"Are you staying with the Wellses again?"
"Yes. Those are their kids over there." I pointed to Percy and Cindy. "Don't go very far!" I called out to them.
"You're a lucky bitch," Linda said, smiling.
"What do you mean?"
"You know damn well. Gus Wells! He's a gorgeous hunk. I bet he's really hung."
I blushed and felt my cunt tingle. "I wouldn't know...." I began.
Linda laughed. "I'll bet you don't."
I shrugged off the compliment with a smile, but no verbal confirmation. Let her think what she wanted. If she wanted to believe that I'd slept with Gus, let her. It wasn't that much of a lie after last night. And it certainly wouldn't be a lie before very long. It would only be a matter of time before I made it with him.
"How is he?" Linda persisted.
"If you want to know," I answered carefully, "you'll have to find out for yourself."
"Maybe I will," she answered smugly.
We seemed to have come to the end of that conversation, and for a moment we just stared at each other in an uncomfortable silence. The first flush of companionship was past, and we both began to realize we were still almost strangers. One year together-even less, one summer-was all that linked our lives.
"Any of the kids from last year here yet?" I asked to fill in the silence.
"A couple. Most of the girls. Elaine is here, so is Sandi. There's a new girl, too. She's over here on my blanket. Her name is Nancy. Want to meet her? "
"Sure." I waved to the kids and called out to them. "Over this way."
Nancy was a plain-looking girl. I guessed she was about fifteen or sixteen, and even though she had a pretty face, she was a little overweight. Her hair was a kind of mouse brown, cut in a short fuck, and her eyes were pale blue. She had big sloppy breasts, a thick middle, and a bulging ass that made her solid black bathing suit look lumpy and pillow-like. In all, she was rather dumpy-looking.
"Nancy Rubin," Linda began, "this is Tootsie, a friend of mine from last year."
"Hi, Tootsie," Nancy said. Her voice was warm enough. "Are you on vacation here or working?"
We all sat down on Linda's blanket, facing each other. The bulge of Nancy's belly flopped over a little and I found myself wondering why Linda was interested in her as a friend. All the other girls were so pretty. I wondered what it was that Nancy had to offer our group.
Linda explained. "Tootsie's a mother's helper. She works for Mimi and Gus Wells. You know, sexy Gus Wells, the hunk with the ten-inch cock."
"You work for him?" Nancy asked incredulously. "You lucky thing."
"Not only does she work for him," Linda added, "she sleeps in the same house with him. Jesus! If it was me, my hand would fall off from jerking off so much."
I remember last night with the shorts, and I felt myself begin to blush. Fortunately, no one noticed.
"What about the guys?" I asked Linda. "Any of the guys here from last year?"
"Sure. All of them. Jerry, Bill, Allen, Davie Gorman. All the guys. Allen and Nancy are going steady."
Allen, I thought. With her? He was so good-looking. What did he see in Nancy, unless-
"What about you?" I asked Linda. "Are you still going out with Freddy?"
"Freddy! No, that was last year. This summer I'm with Jerry Howard. You remember him, don't you?"
"Jerry? That creep?" I said.
Linda laughed. "He might have been a creep and a pain in the ass last year, but this year...." She giggled obscenely, and grabbed her cunt furtively and gave herself a quick rub.
"Things have changed," I observed, "haven't they?"
"Well, you can see for yourself, if you want," Linda began. She motioned for me to come closer to her. She held her finger to her lips.
"What is it?" I asked.
"We're having a little ... party tonight," Linda whispered. "Would you like to come?"
"Sure," I answered. "But why are we whispering?"
"I've got to ask you an important question before I fix you up. Now you've got to answer me truthfully. All right?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Linda looked around, then stared for a moment self-consciously at Nancy. "You're not still a virgin, are you?" she asked. "I mean, all bullshitting aside?"
In spited of myself, I blushed. "No ... I'm not," I admitted.
"Good!" Linda smiled. "You've got to tell me about it. Absolutely everything."
I said I would. "Are you?" I asked.
"No," she said. "I wasn't last year, either, but I was ashamed to admit it. This year I'm proud of it." V
I looked at Nancy.
"She's not, either," Linda explained. "She's been fucking for almost two years now."
That partially explained why she was going steady with Allen, I realized. I looked at her innocent, puffy face with a new respect, but she didn't return my stare. Her cheeks seemed to color, and she stared down at the blanket.
"Why is all of this important?" I asked.
Linda giggled. "You'll find out at the party. Oh, by the way, I should have mentioned that it's a beach party!" She giggled again and ran her fingers up and down her naked thighs, as though she were teasing the flesh.
"Shh!" I said, warning her. "Cindy's coming over."
"Tootsie," the little girl said. "I'm hungry. Can we eat yet?"
"In a little while, honey," I said impatiently. "Now go play with your brother. I'll be over in a moment."
The girl began to protest, but then changed her mind. She turned and skipped across the sand, dusting our blanket and raising a small cloud.
"Can you make it?" Nancy asked once Cindy was gone.
I nodded. "I think I can get tonight off."
"Good," Nancy said. She smiled at me and for a moment I felt uncomfortable.
I turned away from her and looked at Linda. "I don't have a date, though."
"Don't worry. I'll fix you up."
"Someone I know?"
"A new boy. His name is Marc Post. His cock is almost seven inches long."
My cunt throbbed and I felt my nipples get hard. "Oh?"
Linda laughed. "You can see why I wanted to know whether you were still cherry or not. You will be here, won't you?"
Seven inches, I thought. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," I said.