Chapter 3

The next morning, Stan eagerly approached me.

"Say, sorry about yesterday afternoon," he said.

"You should be sorry," I looked at him and pouted. "You're all hands, Stan."

"Look, Susan. like I said, I'm sorry. I really want to make it up to you."

"I'll bet," I said sarcastically. "If that's what you do to me without even really getting to know me, I can imagine just how you'd act if you really did know me."

"Please don't be so mean to me," he shook his head.

I looked at him for several seconds, saying nothing. It was funny how fast my anger melted once he gave me that hurt, wounded little-boy look. The longer I looked at him, the more I thought about what I had seen in Mike's bedroom. I recalled how much fun he had had being sucked off by Sarah. And it certainly appeared that Sarah had enjoyed herself equally. Perhaps I ought to at least give Stan a chance, I thought.

"Just how would you make it up to me, Stan?" I asked.

"My folks are gonna be gone for the week-end, so they won't be using the beach house. I told you about the beach house, didn't I?"

"I think you did mention it when you were driving me home. What about it?"

"I just thought that maybe you'd like to see it. You know, I could fix you a Coke or some-thing. After we sun ourselves at the beach."

"That's right. Tomorrow is Saturday, isn't it?"

"It sure is. I can hardly wait to be free of school for the weekend."

"You and me both."

"I thought girls liked school, Susan," he chuckled.

"Not this one."

"Then you're like me. I don't like it either."

"I get bored by it. There's so many better things around to do."

"I feel the same way."

"Maybe I was a little too harsh. But I'm just warning you, Stan. Don't come on like that again. I still haven't completely recovered."

"You got my word. How about me picking you up at your place at I o'clock tomorrow afternoon?"

"That would be fine."

We parted company at that point, going to our respective classes.

I was really looking forward to going to the beach with Stan. I couldn't help but recognize a boyish charm about him. He was younger than my brother Mike, and definitely a little on the immature side, but it was a refreshing kind of immaturity. The kind of immaturity that made you wonder always what he was going to do next.

Before going to the beach on Saturday, I spent a little. time sunning myself in the back yard. I put on the same snug white bikini that I would be wearing to the beach, and I must say that the longer I admired myself in it in the mirror, the more convinced I became that I would make Stan's eyes pop out once he saw me in it.

Mike left the house in the middle of the moving, telling me that he was going to school for a study session in the library with some friends.

"You going out today ? " he asked.

"I've got a date with Stan Greenwood," I told him.

"Be careful of that guy. He's got quite a reputation."

"I can handle myself in the clinches," I smiled.

"I hope so. I hear he's a wild one. Better not get wild with you. As I've said before, if any of those guys give you any trouble, just let me know."

"I will."

It made me feel good to know that my big, strong brother was so eager to protect me from the wolves at school.

Stan arrived right on the dot, honking his horn. I climbed into his Porsche, wearing a mu-mu. I was saving my bikini act for the beach.

He parked the car in the driveway' of the beach house. He took me inside to see it briefly, and I expressed amazement at its beauty. I liked, in particular, the huge picture window out of which you could see the splashing waters of the Pacific Ocean.

"Let's get some of that afternoon sunshine," he suggested.

"Just give me a chance to take this off," I said, pointing to my mu-mu.

Stan stood and watched as I removed the mu-mu, stepping out of it and showing him my beautiful bikini-clad form.

"Are you ever built," he whistled.

I smiled, walking beside him as we carried a couple of blankets out into the sandy beach area.

Stan took particular delight in covering me with tanning lotion. Every time that his hand would touch my arm or leg, I could observe his penis harden. It impressed me to know that he was that impressionable to every touch. It meant that I had high voltage sex appeal.

We stayed out in the sunshine-until we both became a little on the red side.

At that point Stan suggested that we go back into the house.

"I don't know about you, but I'm a little thirsty," he smiled. "Being out in that hot sun really makes you work up a sweat."

"I'm thirsty, too."

I thought he would offer me a soft drink, but instead he opened up the refrigerator and showed me a seemingly endless row of beer cans.

"Let's have a beer," he said.

"I'm not much on drinking. As a matter-of-fact, it doesn't take much at all to get me soused. Don't you have anything else?"

"Gosh, I thought there'd be Cokes in there," he shook his head. "I guess Mom and Dad have been doing nothing but drinking beer down here."

I didn't find his statement very convincing. I got the feeling that he had planned it that way all along.

He quickly guzzled down a beer, taunting me to match him.

"Come on, I'm opening a second," he said. "You finish your first and I'll give you another one."

I stepped out of character and drank a lot faster than I should have, finishing the beer.

I then joined him for a second one. About midway through it, I really began to feel the effects of the beer.

At first I became dizzy, then groggy. But finally the grogginess began to wear off and I started feeling giddy. I could tell that Stan was feeling the same way.

Every time he would take a sip from the beer can, he would look over at me that much more affectionately. I could see the rising glow of intensity written all over his face.

He finally eased his body over next to mine as I lay sprawled out on the rug in the middle of the room.

He began by rubbing my forehead affectionately, then let his fingers glide ever so soothingly through my long, blonde hair.

"That hair's so soft, so groovy to touch," he said. "I really dig you, honey."

I could see that he was warming up to me fast, but this time I just wasn't in the mood to object. He had a determined expression on his face, one that convinced me of his expectations.

After his fingers had moved soothingly through my hair, reminding me of what I had seen Mike do to Sarah while she was sucking his cock, he slipped the fingers of his right hand inside my bikini top.

I watched his cock harden with great exhilaration as his fingers came into contact with my right breast. He fondled my nipple with great affection, moving his finger and titillating my tits. Occasionally he would apply a little pressure and squeeze my nipple, which caused my whole body to shake.

"I like the size of your tits," he grinned. "They're just made to order for my fingers."

While the fingers of his right hand worked on my left breast and nipple, he moved his other hand inside my other breast. He moved it fervently inside the bikini top, then squeezed my breast.

"I sure love touching your tits," he said. "That's one sure way to get a woman hot for sex."

He moved his fingers with spectacular grace and ease over my firm flesh. He then released his fingers from my breasts, undoing my bikini top.

I watched the top drop to the floor, then observed his head dropping between my breasts.

He quickly sucked the area separating the breasts, working his tongue swiftly and thoroughly, enjoying every contact.

I couldn't help but sharply react to what was happening to me. My hips began to sway back and forth. That was the first move. After that a steady procession ensued. At once my hips were in motion, my buttocks and thighs began to undergo the same kind of activity.

The longer that his tongue swept up and down, supplying tremendous sensations to the shadowy valley which separated my breasts, the more uninhibited I began to feel.

The girl who had fought Stan off the other afternoon was ten thousand miles away. She had been replaced by a newer, sexier model of Susan Stafford.

He left a trail of saliva as a result of his brisk tongue movements. He withdrew his tongue from the pendulous valley between my breasts, letting it go to work on my left tit.

With great dispatch, he slid his tongue against the firm flesh. I couldn't help but observe how white my tits were compared to the rest of me. All it had taken was just a part of an afternoon to get me to that point.

His tongue picked up the pace with great enthusiasm, working with unswerving devotion against my breast, sending waves of sensation rippling throughout my body.

While my vaginal lips swelled with yearning anticipation, and my clitoris tickled with de-light from the breast movements he supplied with his tongue, my lover Stan was keeping his hands busy as well.

At first he permitted his fingers to move soothingly through my hair once more, but after a while he set his sights on a more erogenous target.

He let the fingers of both hands curl energetically around my buttocks. His fingers at first moved slowly over my ass cheeks, but the more he began to find the range, the more firmly his fingers pressed against my buttocks.

Before I knew it he was applying sharp pressure, occasionally even causing my buttocks to sting. But sting or no sting, I liked what he was doing. As a matter-of-fact, I kind of liked feeling those sensations of pain, just as long as they weren't too extreme. It made me realize that Stan was very much a man, and that he was dominating me.

His tongue darted around my breast, covering every crevice of flesh, following which he would put it to work against my nipple. It would dart and stab against my nipple, attacking it from every conceivable angle. Then he would proceed on to my other breast.

The conscientious breast sucking pushed me quickly toward climax. It was a delicious feeling I had flowing between my legs, one that caused my vagina to constantly tickle.

"Keep going, lover, you're finding the range," I told him.

With that he tightened his grip on my firm ass cheeks.

I observed them reddening from his tight grasp. There was no way that he was about to let up from the pace that he was setting.