Chapter 1
Paul Mason came down hard on the diving board; it groaned beneath his 200 pounds. After executing a perfect dive, he swam around lazily, letting the cool water relax him.
And he needed relaxing today. He was tired after a poor night's sleep. In fact it had been a week or more since he had slept well; he would just lie there, thinking about Cindy and about their relationship.
If only he could put his finger on what was wrong. But every time he tried to think about it he got confused; for the first time in his life he didn't know what to do about a woman.
Always before it had been easy, easy because he wanted just one thing from women. And when the excitement was gone, he had no further use for them. But with Cindy it was different, different in an irritating, sometimes frightening way.
He used her, of course, used her body; and she gave him great pleasure. But that was the trouble...she gave him too much. Sometimes it seemed that he would never be able to exhaust her, that he would never tire of her. The realization that she was changing his life both excited and frightened him.
But he let these thoughts slip from his mind as he watched Cindy come through the patio doors. She was wearing the swimsuit he liked best. Made of a very thin, almost transparent material, it never quite covered her lithe young body. And as she bent over to arrange one of the deck chairs, the bottom half of the suit slipped enticingly from her behind and gathered in the furrow between her buttocks. Annoyed, she tugged at it for a minute, but then gave up and instead turned to give him an impish smile.
She was young. She told him 20, but 17 was closer to the truth. Probably she had run away from home. Well, it didn't matter to Paul; he wasn't interested in her past.
She finally settled herself, after much wriggling, and began to read a magazine. But the quick furtive glances she gave from behind the pages told Paul that she was just waiting for him to say hello.
But not yet. Let her squirm for awhile; it always made her want him more.
He swam leisurely around the pool, his arms cutting through the water with long, powerful strokes. He could feel the tension building inside his body, could feel his manhood rising hot against the coolness of the water.
He swam to the side and stood watching her. She had drawn her knees up and spread her legs so that the suit was pulled taut across the gently rising mound of flesh that marked the junction of her full young legs.
"Hello beautiful," Paul finally called.
"Hi," she answered. She put the magazine down and walked to the edge of the pool, where she knelt and kissed him, her tongue darting between his teeth and then, slowly, along the insides of his lips.
"I thought you weren't coming today," he whispered.
"I guess I just can't stay away from you," she answered half-jokingly.
Oh God, she thought to herself, why did she have to say things like that? Why couldn't she just play the game...give him the pleasure he wanted and take the pleasure he gave? It was all he Wanted, right from the first; why couldn't it be all she wanted?
She remembered telling him she was a virgin before she had met him. And she had been. But why tell him? He hadn't asked. In fact he was quite unconcerned about who she had been with before him. It was maddening. She had even once, in a fit of anger, told him that she had another boyfriend. But Paul had just shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't really make any difference to him. She wondered now if he had really meant it. One thing was sure, she didn't want to lose him; it couldn't be as good with any other man.
And now, as she sat on the edge of the pool, with Paul's hand on her thigh, the itch between her legs was almost unbearable. She felt hot and flushed and it wasn't just from the sun. As he moved his hand slowly up her inner thigh, she felt the wetness coming from deep within her, soaking the thin material of her suit, and it was only with an effort that she kept from quivering; it was only her willpower that restrained her from grabbing his hand and placing it there. Oh God, anything to soothe that burning; if only he would put his hand there, between her legs, where she was hot and slippery for him.
He took his hand away and she groaned inwardly.
"You know, beautiful, I don't think you can stay away from me." He laughed.
There was that look in his eyes that she never quite understood: mocking, almost cruel; but then he could also be gentle, although it never lasted and he always seemed a little disgusted that he had allowed her to see that part of himself.
"Can you now?" he added.
She could not look at him, she was afraid to look at him now; so she scooted closer until she was sitting on the very edge of the pool and then leaned over to put her arms around him. Her long, silky brown hair swished silently through the hot air, covering his chest.
"You're such a bastard, Paul," she breathed hotly into his ear.
"Yeah," he laughed.
She was afraid for a minute that he would push her away. It was only when she felt his hands moving across her smooth, arched back to undo the wispy top of her bikini that she released the sigh which had been threatening to explode inside her tensed eager body.
As he moved his hands around to her front, roughly squeezing her full virginal breasts, she knew that, now at least, he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Now she had him, in the only way she could...and it was nice. Her tender sighs became a moan, her logs trembled and her belly was on fire.
Her sighs and moans excited him too, for she could feel his short heavy breathing. He pushed her back...down...away from him...down, until her shoulder blades touched the rough concrete and she was flat on her back, her open legs on a level with his mouth. He forced her legs further apart and he liked the tender insides of her thighs, sending hot electric rushes through her body. She tried to close her legs a little, she felt like she was being split in two, but he told her, roughly, to leave them open. He slipped a finger beneath the wet cloth, now stretched painfully tight across her tender mons, then tore it away, leaving her open to his eyes and tongue.
It seemed like an eternity before she felt his mouth pressing into the hot, open furrow of her belly, his tongue licking...licking...then forcing itself into her, deep into her narrow channel. She forgot about the ache in her legs and she opened them wider to receive him. She gasped as his mouth found her most sensitive spot, as with his mouth he kissed her delicately shaped clitoris. Oh how it throbbed and burned under his caress! With his mouth firmly closed around her clitoris, he gave it one long sucking bite. She clenched her fists and raised her hips to meet him.
Abruptly he took his mouth away; she moaned, long and low, rocking her head from side to side.
"Oh God, Paul, don't stop...please, please don't stop!"
Putting her hand between her open legs, she felt her own throbbing flesh; she wanted to rub it, to soothe it.
"Paul, Paul, come up here...I want you!" she gasped. But she could hardly breathe. She needed him now, more than she ever had.
"No, baby, you come in the water with me," he answered.
She slipped quickly into the water to stand beside him. She was on fire. She tugged frantically at his trunks, pulling them over his hips to reveal his enormous manhood, the massive, pulsing, red-tipped shaft that she wanted-Jesus how she wanted it-slipping up her narrow passage. Oh, such exquisite pleasure, as he forced his way into the innermost depths of her belly, to where it hurt.
He pulled her into deeper water, then drew her against him and lifted her effortlessly.
She understood immediately what he desired. She could feel the delicious coolness of the water as he lifted her up, up, his strong hands cupped beneath her bottom; up, up, through the water, her firm breasts slipping across his chest, exciting her nipples until she couldn't stand it. She cried out from the pleasure and the pain of being so roughly drawn up against his body, of being crushed against him.
As her mouth reached his she could also feel his stiff, hot sex slipping between her legs; she flung her legs around his waist. He moved back and forth in her delightful furrow, his sex touching every sensitive spot. She reached down, gently squeezing his testicles; she felt the incredible hardness of his penis; she ran her hand along its length, feeling it spanning both her openings. Frantically, she pulled herself up, Paul helping her, until he was inside her. She buried her face against his neck as she wriggled down...down...impaling herself on his flesh, further and further, until she felt she was being split in two, until she was sure she couldn't take any more. She wanted to stop...it hurt...but also she wanted more. She relaxed her trembling thighs, uttering little cries of pain and pleasure as his hot flesh pierced her...deeper, deeper. Then, as the trembling began to move throughout her body, she felt his hands spreading her already open behind and his finger forcing its way into her bottom, until, impaled both front and rear, she gave herself up to the waves passing through her body, jerking against him uncontrollably. At the height of her passion she felt the hot liquid shooting from his sex into her very vitals.