Chapter 1
The cold wind whipped at their heavy winter clothes as they walked together from the terminal toward the plane that would soon take them to the hot Florida sun. Glancing past her husband, Bill, Fran Williams watched the excitement in her sister's eyes. This was the first time that Liz had ever traveled by air and that fact was evident. Liz's cool college girl beauty changed as they approached the plane. As they mounted the steps, her face had the gleeful curiosity of a little girl. To Fran, it still seemed impossible that her little sister was anything but a child. Yet Liz's maturity was inescapable, and Fran had to admit to herself that her little sister was already a remarkably attractive young woman. And this fact was obvious every time Fran observed her sister near any man, including, to Fran's slight discomfort, her own husband Bill.
Once up the steps and inside the door, the raw cold of the Cleveland winter morning was immediately forgotten as a stewardess directed them to their seats. It seemed that the plane would not be full and so Liz sat in the row behind Fran and Bill so as to have her own window. Stowing their carry-on bags for them, Bill laughed as Liz slipped hurriedly into her seat and immediately tried to fasten her seat belt.
"No hurry about that, Liz," he said, reaching across her to help.
As he did so he could not resist a long glance at her knees and her firmly smooth legs that disappeared enticingly beneath her fashionable skirt. And, as he had many times before in situations of close proximity such as this, he had to admit to himself that of the two beautiful sisters, the younger one was in some ways even more appealing than the one who was his magnificent wife. Both were tall and graceful. Both voluptuous, clean-cut looking blondes. And both had green eyes. But while Fran's beauty was that of a serene, and he assumed perfectly satisfied, young wife, her younger sister still had the fresh innocence of an inexperienced girl.
Bill pulled back in pleasure from adjusting Liz's seat belt. She looked up at her brother-in-law, giving him her most demure little-girl smile.
"Just don't bite your tongue when we takeoff," he said.
"Oh Bill... stop it," she cooed at his teasing.
Fran, in the seat ahead, heard her sister's response and grimaced. What a little flirt Liz had grown to be recently. Realizing Bill's attraction to her sister, Fran felt a flash of worry about their decision to bring Liz along with them on their vacation. But then she realized that as soon as they landed and were met by Liz's boyfriend Al, Liz would be fully occupied. Al was big and rugged, a football player at the University of Miami and very possessive of his girl.
Their hand luggage all in place, Bill sat down next to his wife.
"Well honey, this is it. This is finally it," he said reaching over to kiss Fran on the cheek.
"Yes, it's been a long time since we've been away, hasn't it Bill."
"You know that if I could have possibly done it before now, we would have," he said, taking her hand and holding it gently.
Fran sat back and closed her eyes. It was, she realized, almost exactly two years since they had left Cleveland together to do anything other than make a very occasional weekend visit to relatives. Their last vacation had been their honeymoon. And when they had returned, Bill had thrown himself into his job with even more vigor than he had displayed in the months they had first known each other and during the time of their engagement.
He was the very picture of the ambitious young life insurance salesman who was going for bigger and bigger commissions, which meant bigger bonuses. The very first year with his company, his first year out of Ohio State, his picture had appeared in the company's newspaper and magazine advertisements as one of their ten top first year men nationally. And every year since his sales had made him a member of the company's Executive Circle Club.
His success, even before they were married, had given him the income to set a standard of living for himself and his bride that was not matched by many young couples their age. Home from their honeymoon, they moved immediately into a small but charming house in Shaker Heights. Bill had been able to buy it on the strength of his steadily rising commissions.
As he carried her across the threshold, Fran had noticed a note next to a set of car keys on the table in the hall. When Bill put her down she ran down to the two-car garage to find a spanking new Mustang convertible that was to be hers alone. That was Bill, flowers or candy at least once a week, and everything a young wife could ask for. Everything that is except the time and patience that a young wife like Fran needed from her, otherwise, adoring husband.
"Time is money," Bill always told her. She would remind him that time is also love, and he would laugh and pick her up and spin her around, making her dizzy before he put her down and retired to his study with his briefcase and papers for the evening. Increasingly through their two years of married life together, Fran realized that the only element missing was the sort of sexual joy she had always heard was the right of a wife to expect from her husband. Bill was wonderful, but he was always in a hurry about everything, especially when they made love! And as each month went by he seemed to work harder and harder, even these occasions were becoming less frequent.
Perhaps this long-awaited vacation would put the crowning touch to her marriage. She wanted these two weeks in Ft. Lauderdale to at least give them the chance. Once Bill had finally agreed to actually make the reservations this time and go, she had done everything she could to prepare the vacation so that it would be a perfect one. She had even extracted a promise from her husband that he would not bring along any work to do.
And Bill needed the rest from the pressures of his life even more than she did. Privately Fran looked forward excitedly to their trip to Florida and had wondered out loud once or twice if they might even slip over to one of the Caribbean islands. One of her dreams was to travel, but so far she had never once been out of the country. As a girl, and in college, she had always hoped that she would marry a man who liked to travel. But as it turned out, she married a man who really liked only to sell insurance. If she resented anything about her life with Bill, it was this single fact.
This is why she hoped that these two weeks away together would go far toward awakening the aspect of their marriage that had so far been left largely unexplored.
The whine of the big engines starting one by one made Fran open her eyes and look over at her husband.
"A good day to fly, darling," she said softly.
"A good day to fly," he answered, holding her hand even more tightly.
Just behind them Liz was completely enthralled in the complicated preparations that were going on preceding the takeoff. She had been bitterly disappointed when, during their last year in high school, Al had chosen to go all the way to Florida to play his football; but now, for the first time, with the thrilling trip ahead of her, she was glad that he had chosen the University of Miami. His being away, and her own full life at Ohio State in Columbus, had not dimmed the fullness of their relationship in the least. He came home to Cleveland or flew direct from Miami to Columbus to see her whenever possible, which so far had meant at least two times a term, except, of course, during football season. Then there had been their vacations together and just this last summer which they had spent together as camp counselors at adjoining boys' and girls' camps in Michigan. Liz was proud that Al flew up from Miami to see her so often, but she knew that his parents could afford giving him the money for tickets and, after all, that is what jet planes were for, she realized.
Waiting in her seat, watching the stewardesses bustling up and down the aisles and the men with trucks and earphones running around just outside her window, she found it hard to believe that this was actually her first time up in a plane. And it would be the first time she had visited Al in Florida. She hoped that her winter lack of suntan would not put her at an immediate disadvantage there as he would compare her with the golden Florida girls.
Liz had no doubts, though, about the appeal she held for Al. In fact, she worried that in the vacation atmosphere of Ft. Lauderdale she would have difficulties keeping Al from forcing her to go all the way with him. Until now their times together had been pretty passionate, but they always stopped short of doing anything that might result in the chance of her life being ruined. Liz was rigid in her control of this aspect of her relationship with Al because more than anything she wanted to be sure that she married a man as ready to take care of her as had her sister Fran. Bored sometimes with Al's endless stories about his football deeds and his friends, she envied her sister who had Bill. Bill was such a purposeful man, he had such drive. And he certainly provided Fran with everything she could possibly ever wish.
Still, Al was a wonderful boyfriend and Liz imagined that someday before not too long she might marry him and have everything with him that her sister must enjoy with Bill. It might work out perfectly with Al, but only if she was able to keep her virginity until they were married.
Once last summer when he had wiggled down into her sleeping bag in the middle of the night, it had been very difficult to hold herself back. Both camps had gone out on a joint overnight hike and after the campfire ceremonies, she and Al had slipped well outside of the ring of light to go to sleep under the stars near one another. Head to head each in their own sleeping bag, they had kissed and he had fondled her breasts gently as he loved to do. It had seemed like only an instant after she had finally dropped off to sleep, her body tingling from Al's caresses and warm in the thick downy cocoon of her bag, that she became drowsily aware that Al was forcing his way down into her bag with her. He had come to her from his own sleeping bag wearing nothing but his jockey-shorts. Before she was fully awake he was wedged down into her bag, and they lay forced tightly against one another kissing passionately. She had made no move at all to stop him as he opened the clasp on her bra, wanting to believe in her sleepiness that just going this far was all right.
Then had come the tender, tingling sensations of his fingers tracing over the hot, naked flesh of her budding young breasts, but now he was right there, not reaching from the distance of his own sleeping bag as before. No, undeniably he was there with her now hard against her almost-willing body, as they were forced together by the confines of her tightly restricting sleeping bag. His pinching of her slowly hardening nipples caused her to moan and gasp, so that she had not caught his other hand as it taunted teasingly at her flat, smooth tummy, moving always downward over those sensitive areas to the inside of her quivering young thighs. Then smoothly and unhesitatingly it snaked straight under the elastic waist band of her thin nylon panties to the moistly pulsating lips of her virginal young vagina. A dryness crept into Liz's throat as she remembered how close they had come. She had nearly lost her head entirely as he tenderly massaged her budding clitoris and then had teased his middle finger slowly into the seething little passage up between her legs. Al's tongue had mingled with hers enjoying the wet combined salivas as they ground hard together, her inexperienced flesh responding as it never had before. An electricity was building between them. They felt so alone, and it seemed so natural underneath the stars.
Liz had found herself sucking wildly on Al's tongue as though she wanted to devour him. A low moan came from her long delicate throat as she felt his fingers working its way deeper into her tiny quivering pussy. Slowly her own hands went down along the hardness of his chest.
hesitantly at first along its smooth muscular surface. Then her trembling fingers had edged along faster, pausing at the flatness of his hips. Slowly they moved forward and she was grasping the rigidly throbbing flesh of his penis. Al had tried to force even closer against her nearly-willing body but she had resisted that final act, and they lay there with their hands hungrily exploring each other's excited sexuality.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity of his hand's soft but eager attention to the wetly trembling walls of her hotly aroused vagina, she had brought her own hands up to his shoulders to force him away. Something had snapped within her brain and she made the big effort, stopping him on the edge of what they both wanted so badly.
As they lay there shaking, naturally they had argued, in whispers so as not to wake the others camped nearby. He had pleaded with her, but she had been firm, In the end he had slipped quietly back to his own sleeping place leaving her alone with only the exciting wetness between her legs to remind her of how close to the edge they had strayed.
Yes, Liz realized that during these two weeks with Al in Florida that she would have to be very careful. But that problem was still hours from beginning. Right now she had the first flight of her life to enjoy.