Chapter 4
The sun's purple haze had steadily turned into a velvet blackness indicating to Bunny Ames that they had been driving for more than three hours. Josh had insisted on driving and Bunny felt his young, but steady and firm hand guide their modest compact as she continually nodded off, only to suddenly awaken to the sound of a loud horn or passing auto. She had insisted that her virile young son turn down the volume of the tape deck he had recently installed in their car, but she had to admit that the sounds of the electrified music he played had a lulling effect and helped her to more thoroughly enjoy the ride.
She had just regained consciousness from a ten minute nap when she rubbed her eyes and saw the mighty Pacific Ocean roaring off to her right. They had just passed through the maze of hi-ways and concrete jig-saw puzzle which was Los Angeles and Bunny knew it wouldn't be long before they reached Huntington Beach.
"Where are we, honey?" Bunny yawned as-she went for her purse and a cigarette. She stretched her legs out in the,. tight faded denim pants she wore and as she stretched her arms her huge breasts moved around in her matching blue denim blouse like undulating waterbeds of smooth whitely flowing flesh.
"I really don't know for sure, Mom," he re-plied, "but I know we're pretty close to Huntington Beach. Didn't they give you any directions?"
"Yes, just a minute dear," she said rummaging through her purse looking for the card Pete Starr had given her in his office. "Here it is," she said. "Take a right off Farrington and then follow Buena Vista Parkway to the Beach."
"O.K.," he said as he raced the engine of the car and blinked his eyes as though he expected to see his exit at any moment.
They drove on in the darkness with only the pinpoint of amber light created by Bunny's cigarette and the haunting wail of the guitar on the stereo. The darkness and serenity made both mother and son much more relaxed than they'd been when they left and seemed to solidify the bond which existed between them. Josh, despite the fact that it was his mother who sat so close to him and exhibited a body which seemed to glow and radiate sex appeal, couldn't help but steal occasional glances at her enormous melon-like breasts which swayed with every movement of the car. Her denim halter was carelessly unbuttoned down to the middle of Bunny's cleavage and without the support of a bra they jiggled like deliciously firm bowls of jelly as Josh felt the stirrings under his belt intensify. He was wrong, to think of his own mother in sexual terms, but being the strong, sexually virile young man he was, and Bunny being the vibrant young woman she was, Josh found the temptation to dream about such things irresistible.
Bunny suddenly felt the car sway and pitch to the right as Josh directed it off the free-way. She hadn't noticed the Farrington exit sign and was somewhat startled by his abrupt departure from the main flow of traffic.
"Well, Josh, it won't be long now," Bunny casually remarked as they made their way down the simmering blue waters of the Pacific.
Just momentarily, Josh thought that his mother may have been looking at his crotch when she made the statement, but then, scolding himself for the quality of his thoughts, he laughed to himself and headed for their weekend destination.
"Hello, Hello, Hello," big Pete Starr said helping Bunny and Josh Ames from the car. "You arrived safely and without incident I trust. You didn't have any problems finding the place, did you?"
The barrage of questions indicated to Bunny that the weekend might turn into more of an ordeal than a parcel of time which she could devote to rest and relaxation.
"No, Mr. Starr, I mean Pete, everything went just fine. In fact we made very good time, don't you think Josh?" As she uttered the phrase she could see that already she was using her son as a shield to protect herself from the strong, extraverted personality Pete exemplified and despite the fact that she found Pete's behavior somewhat overbearing, she had to admit that there was something at-tractive in the bravado of his personality.
"Well, now let me help you with your things and I'll take you inside and introduce you around," he said as he effortlessly hoisted two huge bags over his shoulder and directed them to the house. They walked up a long spiraling granite sidewalk and approached the magnificent beach home of Pete's brother.
The tudor-style mansion was situated approximately 500 feet from the rocky cliff which separated it from the white sandy beach below. Lush vegetation covered the sides of the brown brick manor. A large veranda crowned the three story house and encircled its entire circumference. Bunny was amazed at the scope and magnitude of the house and wondered how a writer, no matter how successful, could support the operations of such a gigantic home.
The Ameses followed Pete Starr into the reception area of the beautiful resort-like home and watched as Pete, setting their luggage on the cobblestone floor, motioned them to follow him to the library where the others were al-ready gathered. Bunny, almost clinging to her son's side for comfort and reassurance entered the library where immediately she saw the three people there rise to her entry.
"O.K. everyone," Pete said boisterously, "I want you all to meet my lovely secretary Bunny Ames and her son Josh."
As introductions were made Bunny was stricken with the beauty of the objects in the library, but even more so with the collective beauty of the people she met. She had met Sheila Starr on one other occasion, but for some reason didn't remember her to be the vivacious and sexy woman she appeared to be that night As they politely shook hands, Bunny was struck with the almost masculine firmness of her curvaceous body and assumed automatically that Sheila Starr was probably a very athletic woman. Sheila possessed the body of a professional model with long slender thighs and very prominent bone structure. Her face was classically beautiful with an al-luring gauntness that gave her a majestic and extremely haunting sensuality. She paced the room Re a cat as she went to pour Bunny a drink and Bunny was impressed at the cool and collected way in which she handled the ordeal of introducing her vibrantly attractive daughter to Bunny's son, Josh.
"I'm extremely pleased to meet you," Sheila said in a seductive tone of voice to Josh as she directed him over to her daughter, Marcia. "And this is my daughter Marcia, Josh. Marcia, this is Joshua Ames, Bunny's son."
The temples of his head pounded with excitement as Josh awkwardly smiled and searched for the right words to express the overwhelming impressions he had of the raving beauty before him. Young Marcia Starr was even more lovely than he had remembered and Josh could feel his heart pound in his chest as he attempted to camouflage the fact that he was almost gasping for breath just looking at her. The tight blue jeans and halter top he had last seen her in were now replaced by a deerskin dress which exposed a goodly portion of her well-tanned breasts and the uppermost portion of her young firm thighs. Her breasts, much larger than her mother's, and billowing over the tightly con-straining deerskin fabric, swayed and wavered just as his own mother's did. He could see their size was enormous and as his eyes ran down her thin waist he could see her firm, supple buttocks ripple in the sheer leather tightness of the dress she so magnificently wore. Her long coppery red hair tumbled over her shoulders and down over her back, touching gently the thin golden waist band of her dress. Josh looked at her hoping not to re-veal the thoughts which raced through his mind, but the perceptively seductive smile on his face could not be ignored by the girl who smiled back at him with an equally provocative snicker.
As Josh and Marcia looked at each other in mutual fascination, their thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the sound of Marcia's father who seemed somewhat irritated when he said, "And here is the man who owns the house in which we now stand and con-verse, my brother, Paul Starr."
Obviously embarrassed by his brother's display of impatience, Paul Starr arose from the couch and smiled sweetly at Bunny, taking her hand in his as though it were a precious stone as he gallantly kissed it and sent shivers down Bunny's spine.
"I'm so glad to meet you," he said with an obvious foreign accent. "My brother has told me so much about you. Ah, and this is your son? He's a fine looking young man. Yes, a very strong young boy," Paul said as he good-naturedly grabbed Josh by the shoulders as though he were measuring their span.
What a difference in personalities, Bunny thought as she looked at the slender and in-credibly attractive man. He was nothing like his brother. He had none of the raucous mannerisms and his entire behavior seemed so different from what she was familiar with, that Bunny was forced to inquire as to where he picked up his accent.
"It's truly a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Starr. If you don't mind me asking, where did you get that wonderful accent? I'm fascinated by it," Bunny intoned.
"My dear," Paul said, "please call me Paul As for my accent, my brother will attest to the fact that at a very young age our father wished for me to acquire my education in our, or should I say his homeland. You see, there-fore I lived in Iran for many years before re-turning to American only a few short years ago. You see, also, that I am a writer and therefore I have been many places and that accounts for the way in which I speak. Ah, but enough of that. You must be tired after your long drive. Perhaps you would like a drink, or maybe you'd like to get some sleep so you can appreciate more fully the fine day we anticipate enjoying tomorrow?'
Bunny was simply overwhelmed by the majestic manner in which Pete's brother referred to her and everything around them and she was finding it harder and harder to carry out her plan of instantly disliking everyone in the house and therefore spending the week-end in sunny solitude.
"Oh, thank you, Paul, but I think I'll take a rain check on the drink and simply tuck myself in for the evening."
"Mom, Dad, would you mind if I took Josh down to the pier by fisherman's wharf? He's never seen it and it's such a nice night that I'm sure it's more beautiful than ever." Marcia Starr's voice came out of her mouth like honey as her heavily intoxicated father waved his hand in such a way as to indicate that anything the two young people wanted to do was fine with him.
"Just a minute," Sheila Starr broke in, "I don't mind you two going there, but remember they've had some simply horrid muggings down there lately so I want to know when you'll be home so I won't be forced to worry about you."
Josh could tell by the sound of Marcia's mother's voice that she was not a woman to fool with as he assured her that he could handle just about any problem that could develop.
"I'm sure you could," Sheila said suggestively as her eyes scanned his tall, muscular body, "but I still have a tendency to worry about my little girl, so you kids get back here before midnight."
"Oh Mom," Marcia cut in, "that only gives us a few hours. You usually let me stay out until two."
"All right, you're eighteen years old now, and I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but you kids be careful. Do you understand?"
Josh's voice almost cracked as he affirmatively answered Mrs. Starr and gazed in amazement at the woman's daughter. He didn't realize she was the same age as he was, and it actually intensified the strong, lustfully primitive urgings that shot through Josh's groin as he looked at the tanned, radiant little goddess who had grasped his hand and clung to him as she answered her mother's questions.
"Yes mother, we understand, don't we Josh?" Marcia looked at Josh with an alluring little leer as she spoke to her mother and as Marcia led Josh Ames out the door and toward her foreign convertible, he was certain that this would be a night he'd long remember.