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James and Mare - A Story of Love

By: thewriterjames



Author's Note

I know this is long but it had to be long, at least for me. This is my first erotic story, ever. I hope you like it. I was tempted to break It up into shorter sections but it was written as one piece, not many. If you are looking for a quick 'slam-bang' piece of fiction, this ain't it. This isn't a shower-sex 'quickie before work' – this is candles and chocolate, flowers and massage oil.. There's a bit of everything in this piece: nonconsent, first time, erotic coupling, romance, etc. I decided that it should probably go in this section as the intent was to portray an erotic coupling.

Let me know what you think.

JE

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Damn, it was good to be going home. I'd been away for a long time – way too long, in my opinion.

Texas is a funny thing. It's got a lot of everything, just with a Texas twist. I drove past big open fields filled with equal parts longhorns and sunflowers. The air was warm and gave that feel of moving from spring to summer. Late May in Texas is a beautiful thing.

Up ahead I could see the beginnings of civilization. Behind, nothing but hundreds of miles of empty roads and curious cows. My ass was sore and my legs were numb from hours of sitting in a car. I could feel the tension behind my eyes from the constant scanning of the road for state troopers. Cheap bastard, should have got a damn radar detector. Those troopers would love the chance to write me a big fat ticket. I knew they wouldn't take it easy on a 24 year old kid who was, umm, going just a little over the 70 mph speed limit.

I let out a laugh at that thought and caught myself grinning in the mirror. Damn, it was good to be home.

I'd left 6 years before, anxious to get away from Texas and the South. I thought I knew what I wanted – doesn't everyone at 18? I packed my bags and headed up north and east to go to an absurdly expensive and prestigious East coast school. I kicked around for a bit and then ended up majoring in business. I liked the classes so much I took extra and graduated early. The school practically begged me to join their MBA program so I did and got that bitch done in 2 short years. Needless to say, I was tired of school and ready to see some cash results for 6 years of studying. Granted, I did have a great time in college, both with and without the ladies.

Ahh the ladies. Girls are a wonderful thing. Ben Franklin once said that beer was proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. I'm inclined to think it was women old Ben should have mentioned instead. Actually, scratch that. Combine the two and we are on to something.

One of the things I missed most about Texas were the girls. Women up north were fine – get to know them and they were nice enough and some were even pretty attractive. However, there's just something about Texas and the girls it produces. Damn me if I'm wrong but every third one is an absolute knockout and the other two look pretty dang good too. My grin in the mirror started to take on a bit of shit-eating look and my cock stirred a bit in my pants thinking about those sweet Texas girls.

*****

The next hour passed quickly as I got into the city and past it into the suburbs where I grew up. Nostalgia hit me pretty hard as I passed scene after scene from my childhood. A park where I got into a fistfight… that I won. A ball field where we lost District. My high school football field where, if you include the grass underneath the bleachers, some of my best memories in life occurred. Memory after memory, seeming so close yet so far away. Time does fly.

Soon enough, I was pulling into my old neighborhood. There, third house on the left, was mine. I pulled into the drive and walked up to the ordinary, middle class house. Hmm, my old man has kept the place pretty clean – finally got that damned St. Augustine to grow in completely.

I won't bore you with the next couple hours – let's just say my parents were pretty glad to have their 'sweet baby boy' back at home. I think I got enough hugs and pats on the back to last me quite a while. Of course, my parents, being the drama whores they are, decided to invite half the family and quite a few family friends. An impromptu party ensued and I was mildly miserable. I mean, I loved the people there but it was too much.

Two people I was particularly interested to see were Brian's parents, Tom and Anne. Brian was my best friend growing up – we did everything from baseball to car repair together. We kept in touch throughout college and grad school – he was almost a veterinarian now – and were still close. I didn't see him in the crowd so I made my way over to his dad.

"Mr. Johnson, it sure was nice of you to come over."

"Please, call me Tom. My pleasure, son, my pleasure."

His dad was a nice guy, a bit on the large and I-could-kick-the-shit-out-of-you-if-I-wanted side but still pretty cool. He was a tight end in college and then went straight into the Marines – he still had 'Semper Fi' on his truck. 

"You know, we're just glad you are home! It's been too long since you kids have been in trouble – place is damned quiet!" He gave off an infectious laugh and then muttered, "Guess I don't have to buy you boys beer anymore. By the way, Brian said to come over later, maybe around 6 or so. He is off doing something with his girlfriend right now. Kids these days!" With another laugh and a wink, he was off. Probably to pinch his gorgeous wife's ass in front of a lot of people. Seriously, if I had to live another guy's life, I might choose him. Rich, popular, and a damned fine wife even at close to 50 - he was a lucky man!

The people finally left and my parents let me alone to go grab a shower. I threw my crap in my old room and washed up. After a couple of hours on the internet checking up on the WSJ and other financial sources, I was ready to go to Brian's.

*****

A soda and a 10 minute car ride later, I was walking up the massive lawn to the Johnsons' house. Brian's parents lived in a very nice neighborhood with very prestigious houses. Hell, their trees probably cost more than my Camry. At least it was a paid off Camry. 

After a couple of quick knocks, I tried the handle to the massive door. Nothing. I couldn't see any movement inside so I skipped around to the back, guessing that Brian was in the garage. Damn am I glad I did.

There's one tiny detail, insignificant to me at the time, that I haven't mentioned yet. Brian is not an only child. He has a younger sister, 6 years younger in fact. Mary. What an obnoxious twerp. She was always hanging around us and getting in our way. She's the one who caught us with the beer in the garage the first time and also caught us the one time we tried weed. If we were having fun, she quickly showed up to ruin it. I think I hated her at times. I knew Brian hated her all the time. She was tall and gangly, all knees and elbows and high, whining voice. Ugghhhh.

Anyways. I rounded the corner of the house after getting through the fence (same code from 6 years ago – not exactly surprising). I saw an empty garage and someone sunbathing by the side of the pool. Their pool is absolutely huge – one of the big ones that you actually swim laps in with black lines on the bottom and everything.

I couldn't really tell who was sunbathing because they were in one of those long pool chairs that recline, with their back to me. Grinning under my breath, I knew it was Brian. That douche was always the tannest SOB in Texas, constantly 'soaking up the rays, dude.' Probably going to die of skin cancer at 30. 

Keeping as quiet as I could, I snuck up behind the chair and finally dashed the last 5 yards to jump out and yell, "HEY DICKHEAD!"

It wasn't Brian. It wasn't Brian. It wasn't Brian. Shit shit shit.

Whoa, tits tits tits.

Ok, I know at a moment like this, you would think a guy could do more than just stare that the tits now on display. No chance. They were full and high, tan and firm, with perfect rosy red nipples erect in the slight Texas breeze. I'm guessing a nice size C cup, just like I like them. I think in the milliseconds that I stared, oblivious to the awkward situation, I both tried to burn the image of those perfect, beautiful tits into my brain and felt my cock jump. Impressive, I know. I'm a multitasker.

Giving a quick glance to the rest of the body was no better, or strictly speaking, worse. Long, toned legs with a golden tan shapely drew up to black bikini bottom holding unknown treasures. A tight yet soft stomach just begging to be licked with a cute diamond piercing lay between those golden tits and beautiful legs. The breasts, oh they were fantastic.

Now, while I stared, paralyzed in shock and lust, I evidently gave enough time for the previously sleeping not-Brian girl to jump up, scream, and run to the house. Realizing my predicament, I ran after her, yelling, "Stop, I can explain!" Innocent-sounding, I know.

The girl was surprisingly quick to the door and slammed it shut, locking it as she ripped off her shades. By the way, what's the deal with girls who wear sunglasses so damned big that it covers 2/3 of their face? Not cool, in my opinion.

Shit. I recognized her. Those little girl features had turned into a stunning young woman. Mary. Her green eyes flashed at me in anger as she ran to the phone on the kitchen counter. I beat on the glass helplessly as she picked up, yelling, "I'm calling the cops you sick PERVERT! Better run, faggot!"

"Mary, it's me! Jimmy! James Erickson! Brian's friend."

The phone was halfway to her mouth at that point when it just stopped. She faced me completely with shock on her face. I barely heard a "Jimmy?" With a sudden glance down at her topless state (DAMN she's hot!), red suddenly covered her face and she dashed off, giving a quick "Uhh nice to see you, Jimmy." 

I did catch a glimpse of her ass as she rounded the corner. Those two golden cheeks were damned delicious looking in that black bottom. Shit shit shit. When had Mary fucking Johnson turned into a babe? What the fuck?  

Pondering my options, I finally decided that because Mary hadn't actually called the cops yet, my best bet was to sit out in the car and try to explain everything when Brian, or worse, Tom arrived.

*****

I was sitting in my car about 10 minutes later when I saw a black Lincoln with tinted windows turn onto my street. It came down past the other massive houses and pulled into the drive.

The first thing I saw when the passenger door open was long, light-brown legs. These were followed by a flowing white sundress, luscious tits with v-neck cleavage, and a Latin beauty with long jet black hair. Her skin was mocha and oh so nice. The breeze blew just slightly, causing her hair to move gently off her face. Wow!

Then, to ruin the moment, that douchebag Brian hopped out the other side with a stupid grin and ran around. He and his evident girlfriend locked some serious tongue for a moment before heading my way.

I hopped out of the car and walked up to them, giving Brian the obligatory hit on the shoulder. You know, man greeting. As I got closer, I noticed that this girl was tall, maybe 5'8 or so. Go Brian! 

"Dude, long time. Who's this lovely lady?"

"Jimmy, Isabel. Isabel, Jimmy."

"Isabel, I have no idea what you see in Brian but I think I know what Brian sees in you."

Isabel gave a soft, throaty laugh at that while Brian sputtered out an indignant response.

"I'll have you know that Isabel is top in our class, dickhead!"

"Yeah, I'm sure that's what caught your eye." I laughed when I saw her look at him speculatively and a sheepish grin come over his face.

Brian looked at both of us for just a sec, all the world like a kid caught doing something he shouldn't.

"So uhh, you two thirsty? Jimmy, want a beer?"

Isabel and I looked at each other and gave a laugh as we walked up to this house.

I heard Brian mutter, "Fucking Jimmy. Same old shit."

It was good to be home.

*****

A few hours and a few beers later, we were sitting in Brian's 'garage' hanging out. Now, it was originally built as a 4 car standalone garage but Tom ended up buying such nice classics that Anne and Brian convinced him he should store them offsite in a more secure location. That meant the garage was empty and thus transformed into the coolest hang out spot I knew of. Pool table, ping pong, darts, foosball, the works. Giant plasma tv, even an indoor hot tub. When Tom does something, he does it right. I was particularly impressed by the animals on the wall. Tom was a pretty avid hunter and managed to hang quite a few record bucks, mule deer, and even a bear skin on the floor. Lucky bastard. Hot wife, lots of money, and cool hobbies.

Anyways, I was playing a game of solo pool while Brian and Isabel were snuggling under the blanket watching a Rangers game. The Rangers were sucking it up in the 7th, giving up a 4 run lead. I guessed that Brian had his mind on other things because I could see the blanket move every now and then and would bet that Isabel would have a sore arm in the morning. Lucky bastard was getting a handjob while his best friend was in the room. She must be a freak in the sack.

Going back to my game, I heard the door open and glanced up to see who walked in. It was a quick glance that became a stare. Mary.

She was tall and beautiful, glowing like a fucking sun. Her long blonde hair came just past her shoulders and shimmered with highlights. Her tan face was framed perfectly by brilliant green eyes, soft pink lips, and white teeth. She was wearing brown, clinging shirt which cut down the middle in a V that just teased at the sides of her breasts. Her white skirt came down to her knees but was ruffled and loose, flowing as she walked. I could immediately picture lifting it up from behind as I had her bent over the pool table. She looked fucking fantastic.

"Hey James, good to see you again. It's been a long time." She had a mischevous look on her face as she said that. I hated it when she called me that.

"Bry, Isabel, good to see you guys."

Isabel jumped, leaving a distraught looking Brian, and ran and gave Mary a big hug. I tell you, I would have paid everything in the world to see those two do more than hug at that point. Damn! Mary was the tall, lean, blonde goddess and Isabel was the sultry Latina with black hair and mocha skin. Smokin!

I suddenly remembered why I disliked Mary so much. She always had this snot-assed attitude with me. Maybe the thing I hated the most was when she called me James. That wasn't my fucking name! She knew I hated it and did it deliberately, just to piss me off. Evidently some things hadn't changed just because she became a fucking knockout. I suddenly just knew that she was one of those girls who knew she was hot and treated everyone like a bitch because she could. I HATE those girls.

Anyway, after Isabel went back under the blanket to Brian's obvious relief, Mary sat down on a nearby couch and quickly got engaged in the Rangers game. I didn't pay much more attention and played a few more games by myself. After a while, Brian suddenly hopped up and dragged Isabel out of the garage. As they went, he slurred something about 'Gotta get some fresh air and you two don't kill each other. Jimmy, see ya tomorrow, buddy.'

Mary looked over at me as the door shut.

"Well, I hope she's a good fuck."

"What?!!" I was shocked to hear Brian's little sister talk like that.

"You know exactly what I said. What the hell do you think 'fresh air' means?"

"I… I… whatever, Mare, I don't want to talk about it." I knew she hated being called that.

"Fine, puss."

She got up and walked over towards me, watching me play pool.

"Dude, James, you really suck at this. I could kick your ass."

"Whatever."

"Awww, don't want to get beat by a little girl. I understand, puss."

Something snapped. I hated when Mary pulled that shit. Hundreds of similar memories ran across my brain in an instant. She was always doing stuff like that when I was in high school, challenging me, making fun of me in front of my friends. It didn't help that she was always very athletic, making beating her not as easy as it should have been. Combine that with a smart mouth and passion for making me look dumb in front of the guys and it was safe to say I despised her.

"Fine, bitch, let's play." I could see something flashed in her eyes when I said that. Evidently none of that aggression she used to have had died down any. Shit, she is a firecracker.

We played a game and she royally stomped the shit out of me. I got exactly 1 ball in and I'm not bad. She is fucking phenomenal. Although, in my defense, I must say that my head wasn't entirely in the game. She kept bending over to shoot, allowing me to see down that beautiful chest and the cleavage of those perky breasts. I caught a glimpse of a white bra holding them in place. I would have given anything to be that bra.

As the 8 ball found its pocket, she looked up and said with malice, "Man, you really suck. I thought you were supposed to be an athlete. That was so easy it was boring." I could tell she was really enjoying this. She knew just how to set me off – push my buttons. I guess that's the problem with people you practically grow up with. Move away for a while, even 6 years, and they still can get to you. The athlete comment really stung – we both knew I played D1 baseball.

"Fine, sounds like you want a bit of a challenge. Here's one. One game each of pool, foosball, and darts. Best out of three."

"What's the reward for the winner?"

"Well for me, you have to stay the fuck away when I'm hanging out with Brian and when we do see each other, you have to show me some damned respect and call me Jimmy, Mare."

She crowed a laugh at that one. Fuck she was hot even doing that. Fucking bitch. Fucking hot bitch.

"Deal, and if I win, you have to be my little slave for the next 2 weeks, every day. Mom told me you don't start your new job for at least a month so you have the time. Deal?"

She reached out her hand and I shook it. It was warm, almost hot, but dry and soft. It felt damned good. I wondered briefly what it would feel like, tugging on my cock or massaging my balls. Get your mind right, Jimmy!

"Deal."

So, two games later and into the third, I was losing badly at darts. I was so pissed I couldn't see straight. Mary had torn me a new one in pool. She sucked, I think deliberately, until I only had one ball left and then ran the damned table, taking ALL of hers and the 8 at once. Foosball wasn't any better. She kept making comments when she would block my shots like, "What's the matter James? I would have thought you'd have really strong wrists by now, jerk off boy!" Fucking bitch. Fucking hot bitch.

So, I begged her to make the darts game double or nothing. I would 'serve' her for 4 weeks if she won it and she wouldn't have to do anything if I lost. She agreed.

A few minutes later, it was down to what was probably her last throw and she looked over at me and said, "Bet you are feeling pretty shitty, now, huh? Personally, I'm glad you are mine for the next 4 weeks. Lots of shit around here for you to do." With that, she looked at the board and quickly threw a strike. Perfect fucking bullseye. I walked out in humiliation, hearing, "Be ready tomorrow" in a mocking tone behind me.

I made my way to my car and pretended not to see two shadows slowly fucking in the pool. Lucky ass Brian.

*****

My phone rang at about 10am. It definitely woke me up. Damn it, I had just graduated with my MBA and had 5 & ½ weeks until my job started. Who the fuck is calling me this early!


James and Mare - A Story of Love



"Hey, James."

"Ahh, fuck, it was just a game, Mary, give it up."

"Nope, or I'll tell my daddy exactly how we met yesterday."

Even in my 'just-woke-up-with-a-slight-hangover' brain, I knew that was bad. 

"Fine, what do you want?"

"Be over here in 10 minutes. Wear your swim suit."

Click.

Fucking bitch. Fucking hot bitch.

Coffee, a bagel, and a quick drive later, I was walking around the side of the house. Mary was sun bathing already but she had her top on. She looked fucking awesome in a bright yellow bikini with small pink flowers. Seeing her in that, I wanted nothing more than to throw her in the pool, rip her suit off, and fuck some respect into her. Well, I didn't really care about the respect. I just wanted her body.

"What do you want, Mare?"

"Oh, James. How nice of you to come by."

"Be a dear and clean out the pool. The leaves need to be gone and the sides scrubbed. Also, take apart the filter and wash it out. Chop chop."

Fucking bitch. Fucking hot bitch.

Hours later, I had just gotten the last filter blade in place and the lid strapped back on when I stood up and rubbed my back. The pool shed I was in was spacious but hot in the Texas sun, with no AC or windows that would open for a breeze.

Making my way out of the shed, I walked up the steps back to the pool level to see Mary standing with her back to me, putting her top on. Shit! I missed her topless because I was in that damned shed! Damnation!

She turned around and said, "Thanks Jimmy. Now go home. I've got friends coming over and I don't want a stinky guy ruining the fun." She laid back down, eyes hidden behind those ridiculous giant sunglasses. Bitch.

Telling myself that do her will was better than Tom killing me for seeing his daughter half-naked, I made my way back out to my car. Just as I was about to get in, another call pulled up. 3 gorgeous girls got out in extremely skimpy swimsuits. They looked at me and laughed as they walked on by. Long legs, tight asses, damn! Sucky time to leave.

I looked down at myself and realized why they laughed. I was soaked in sweat and grimy from the dust in the shed. I looked like shit.

*****

The next few weeks went like that. Mary wore a different bathing suit each day, all the time looking fucking awesome. Her parents were always gone, both of which worked at the company Tom started. Brian was always at vet school, summer classes to finish up quick. It was just me and Mary and not a damn thing happened. She was so hot but such a cunt!

I mowed the yard, trimmed the trees, painted the lawn furniture, painted the shed, did every damn thing in the world. Stupid bitch. The only nice thing about it was getting to see her in her bikini every day. It was even better when her 3 friends came and laid out with her. 

I think I realized exactly how pretty Mary was when I saw them all together. The other 3 must have been the most beautiful girls in school because on their own, they were each at least a high 8, maybe a nine. Next to Mary, they looked like 5s. She was just perfect. Her face lit up when she laughed, eyes sparkling with joy and a killer smile. Her body was long and lean, with a nice mix of toned muscles and delicious soft curves. She was tall, maybe 5'9. I'm a big guy, standing up straight at 6'3 and I liked a girl who could fit me. If only she wasn't such a bitch. 

I was surprised when I overhead snatches of her conversations with her friends. She was very kind and levelheaded and deftly manipulated the conversation away when the other 3 started to gossip or be mean. For 4 girls that just graduated, they sure did talk about sex a lot. Funny thing was, Mary never joined in. She listened and never changed the subject like she did with gossip but she never spoke up either. I don't think the other girls noticed but I did, in the brief moments I could over hear them.

*****

I was walking out of my old gym after a great afternoon workout one day when my phone rang.

"Brian, what's up man."

"Jimmy, you gotta help me out."

"What?"

"Mary's throwing this big party tomorrow night at our house and inviting her friends. I need you there."

"High schoolers? No fucking way. Let's catch a movie or something."

"Nah, my dad said I had to stay. 'Spend time with your sister, son, because she's going off to college at the end of the summer' or some shit like that. Come on dude!"

"What about Isabel?"

"She's not sure she can make it. She's got family stuff."

I thought about it for a minute. The last thing I wanted to ruin my Friday night with was high schoolers and Mary's shitty comments. However, there would be a ton of people around – maybe I would get to look and not hear. That'd be nice. On the other hand, I had planned on calling that cute waitress I met the other day for some drinks. She was very flirty and I was betting I could get some ass if I played my cards right. I hadn't gotten laid since before finals. I was ready to GO! My only sexual release lately had been to beat off at home after seeing Mary in a bikini every day. That was nice but I wanted the real thing – a warm pussy on my dick.

"Come on man! Help a brother out!" Stupid ass line always made me give in – that's why Brian said it.

"Shit, fine. What time?"

"Thanks bro! 6pm, my house. Later man! Isabel's coming over and no one else is here. Party time for my dick!"

Click. Lucky ass Brian.

*****

There were a ton of people there. Tons of high school boys and girls. All of them looked like seniors and watching the girls in and around the pool made me slightly less pissed at Brian for making me come. 18 year old girls wrestling with each other in the water was such a nice sight.

Brian and I were chilling under the gazebo were Tom was grilling enough food to feed everyone. Now normally, that would be a challenge but Tom was a grill master and had tons of grills going at once. Just to point out, we were both sitting in chairs I had painstakingly painted a week before. Stupid Mary bitch.

I gotta say, it was really nice seeing all the 18 and 19 year old eye candy. The girls were all in 2 pieces and that much tan, beautiful flesh was doing something to my dick. I think Brian had the same problem because we kept adjusting our pants. I had caught a glimpse of Mary at the other end of the pool, surrounded by lustful boys and some girls. Hell, she was hot enough I bet the girls were lusting too.

"Brian, I am so damned proud of my little Mary. You know what she's done the past few weeks?"

"What Dad?"

"Hell, what hasn't she done? She's cleaned the pool, mowed the lawn, trimmed the bushes, cut down the dead branches, painted the chairs y'all are sitting in, a ton of shit!"

I think I coughed on my beer.

"You alright, Jimmy?'

"Yes sir. Sorry, beer went the wrong way."

"Anyway, Brian, I think she's trying to show me she's responsible enough to get a new car for college. I'm almost convinced. Hey, speak of the devil."

I looked up and almost dropped my fucking beer.

Mary was standing there, wet, and gorgeous. Her hair was wet and long, pulled back to frame her face. I could see the individual water droplets on her cheeks, her breasts, her toned stomach. She had on this pink bikini, tight and small, with 3 small red hearts. One was on each nipple and the last was right about where I guessed her clit to be. Damn I wanted to shove my face on that heart and go to town. I'd do some things to her, I tell you what. 

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Daddy, I need your help. The pump stopped working and I need you to come fix it."

"I can't baby, I'm grilling. Brian, help your sister out."

"Dad, I don't know the first thing about that pump. I'll break it. You do remember that I'm good with animals, not machines, right? Remember the Chevy?"

"How could I forget? Took me $2k to fix the damn thing when you tried to replace the alternator. Fine, sweety, give me about 15 minutes, okay?"

"Daddy, Jimmy was a lifeguard, maybe he knows. I need it now because the hot tub isn't working."

"Ahh whatever. Jimmy, can you help Mary out? Please?"

"Uhh, I'll go see what I can do."

"Thanks, son! You've got a nice steak coming your way for that!"

I followed Mary past all the pool and all the high schoolers to the shed. I must say, her effect was very noticeable as every guy there saw her go by and was shooting lustful looks at her. I saw more than one girlfriend hit her boyfriend for the roaming eyes. I wasn't having it any easier. Her hips were swaying right in front of me and her ass was so damned nice. It was tight but full and just looked like it needed a hard spank. Her pink bottoms had the word 'Naughty' across them in girly writing. Fuck, I'll give her some 'naughty.'

I quickly shifted my thoughts before a boner sprang up in front of all the kids.

We walked down the steps to the shed and got inside. I went over and checked out the system. It looked like a blocked secondary pump line. No biggie.

A few minutes, I had the pipe off, cleaned out, and reinstalled with only a pinched thumb to show for it. Stupid vise grip. The water was running fine. I turned around and was surprised to see Mary still there, still wet, and still hot.

"Thanks James. Next time, try not to take so long. By the way, good work these past few weeks. My daddy is proud of me! I bet you wish you hadn't been so stupid to make that bet, now, huh? Well, I think you've earned me a Camaro, if I'm lucky. Maybe I'll let you wash it someday, if you are a good little boy." With that, she turned to walk out.

I don't really know what happened. I do know something snapped. I was fucking pissed. Maybe it was the hot shed. Mabye it was the pain from pinching my thumb in the vise grip. Maybe it was the rage at how I'd been treated for the last few weeks. Maybe it was the sexual frustration of seeing this goddess of a nubile teenager in skimpy clothes every damn day and not a thing to do about it. I just fucking snapped.

With 4 quick strides, I slammed behind her and shoved her against the heavy wood door. She let out a gasp and said, "James, what the f-" Snap, hand over the mouth. 

I could feel her hot, wet body pressed up against mine. Damn she felt good. Her back was smooth, soft, yet strong and nice against my bare chest. Almost immediately my cock sprang up and ground into her ass and lower back. My free hand reached around and felt her toned, wet stomach. Shit her skin was soft, and hot! I slid my hand up her stomach to the bottom of her top, and then shoved it under to capture a full breast. Oh fuck, I almost came right there. Now, I've felt my share of tits in my time but they were NOTHING like this. Her's was full and soft and warm, everything right about a breast. I quickly cupped the whole thing, pushing the top over it so the boob was uncovered, mashed between my hand and her body. I moved my fingers to her nipple and yanked, hard. It hardened immediately and she let out a yell, covered by the hand over her mouth and the thick shed walls.

As I did all this, she started to squirm violently and try to get out from between me and the door. Her hand tugging on my arm didn't budge it at all. Her other desperately gripped at my hand on her breast, trying to pull it off without the least bit of success. I worked out, a lot, and while she was in great shape, she was a teenage girl and I was a fully grown man. A side effect of her squirming meant her ass rubbed inadvertently against my thin suit, grinding my dick into heaven. 

I was so overcome with rage and lust at that point that I let go of her breast and untied my trunks with my free hand, shoving them down over my cock and to the floor. With that, I immediately pinned back up against her, rubbing my cock up and down her ass cheeks. I could hear her whimpering in fear as my dick pressed into that soft, wet fabric. Her cheeks were full and it felt so damned amazing. Her struggling up against me did nothing but send our skin into constant contact. She was so wet and hot. Damn I needed her.

Looking down, I saw that her bottoms were the kind that tied on the side. My hand immediately undid one side and then went over her mouth, giving my other hand the chance to undo the other side and rip them off her. With that, I looked over and saw a small role of electrical tape on the bench in the shed. I dragged her over to the bench and bent her over it. Her ass immediately rose up so that my dick could rub up and down between her cheeks with ease. Her crevice was becoming slick with my precum, making it hot and tight and slippery. I couldn't wait to see what the real things felt like. Her moaning and screaming was like fuel for my cock – a sign of the power I had over her at that moment.

I grabbed the tape and taped her bikini bottoms around her face, forcing it tight with a wad in her mouth so she couldn't scream. She was bucking wildly at this point, reaching and grabbing for anything to help her. There was nothing but a knife a foot out of reach.

With two hands free, I grabbed her elbows and forced her arms behind her, wrapping the electrical tape again and again around her wrists. I pushed down on her lower back, forcing her against the bench and took a step back to admire the view.

Her top was still on but her ass was bare, glorious, wet, and tan. At that site, I immediately shoved up against her, my cock aiming for a hole, any hole. She was lucky that she was wet, both from the pool water and my precum. My dick slid up her ass crack again. I dipped and did it again. This time my head got caught on her anus, poking her in the butt. I could feel the resistance, tight against my dick. She bucked and screamed at that. I didn't worry – at that point I was so horny and enraged that I didn't care. I guessed later that the shed walls were thick enough and the party was loud enough with the kids yelling and the music that even without the gag, no one would have heard her. I could feel her asshole clenching against my prick, an unspoken challenge that I knew I would win. Her hips were jerking and sliding against me, driving me absolutely wild. 

I kept sliding my dick up and down against her ass, my head pushing harder against her anus each time. The resistance lessened and lessened and I knew a good push would send me into that tight, hot, hole. My hands were savaging her breasts, shoving her top up around her collarbone and kneading and pulling on her tits. She was whimpering and moaning in fear and I didn't give a damn. I was going to show this bitch not to disrespect me. She kept bucking her hips against mine in an effort to keep my cock out of her ass. It was annoying because it was working but it also felt so damned nice to have her ass sliding up and down against me so much.

I decided suddenly that I wanted her pussy first and she should see me do it so I grabbed her and spun her around before slamming her up against the door. I quickly groped her breasts, shoving my dick against her hot, wet thigh, constantly coming closer to that treasure between her legs. My mouth was all over her neck, her ears, her cheeks. I dropped suddenly and sucked violently on a tit. Her nipple was hard in fear and I lightly bit it, causing her body to buck sharply against the pain. My now unoccupied hand slid down her stomach over the small landing patch of fur to cup her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from it, the moisture from the pool and the protection of her body against the violation that would come. I stroked her clit, hard, causing her hips to buck involuntarily. She was shaking and moaning and groaning, desperately trying to get free.

After a minute or so of that, I switched tits and hands, giving rest to the abused and red nipple to start afresh on the other one. Normally, I'm a gentle but passionate lover. I've never come close to or seriously thought about pushing a girl too far but something had happened. The bitch had gone too far. Enough was enough, or so it seemed to me, my rage, and my dick. Fucking hot bitch.

I dropped down to my knees and forced both my hands between her legs and up into the air. This caused her to lift up, her butt dropping down as her knees came up and her feet lifted off the floor with her hamstrings now on my shoulders. I was now supporting her on my arms with her back up against the shed door. The view of her pink glistening pussy was glorious. Her lips were perfect, not too large but beautiful. I could see the rose comparison now.

I shoved my head forward and savaged her clit with my tongue. The bucks from her hips increased as did her whimpering. I could tell most of it was from fear and rage but some was definitely moans of pleasure escaping past her gagged mouth.

The taste was glorious. She was sweet and light, like she ate a ton of fruit. Her lips were shaved and totally devoid of hair. I thrummed her clit and savagely penetrated her slit with my tongue. Her bucking hips gave me greater and greater access as I tongue fucked her. I sucked on her, loved on her, drank her juice. Her pussy was mine and I loved it. I could feel her hips start to buck in rhythm as her body reacted to what my tongue was doing. Her moans were becoming deeper but coming quicker, shallow gasps that barely made it past her gag. Sweat was pouring down her body – the shed was hot and so was she. I could feel her muscles starting to clench, that sign that she was about to cum. I could tell she wanted it as she started to shove her clit at me. Fucking bitch shouldn't be enjoying this.

Inspiration struck me and I lifted her higher, moving down her slit with my tongue. I gave her one deep penetration and swirled my tongue around, causing her to moan loudly. Then, I pulled it out and licked her puckered ass. She tensed and practically jumped at that, letting out a loud gagged yell that I knew was in anger. That spurred me on and I raked her ass with my tongue, shoving it in the hole and pumping it in sick pleasure. I coated the outside and the surrounding area with my saliva and went back to massaging her hole with my tongue. I pushed on it, feeling the resistance that had stopped my cock earlier. I pushed and jabbed and kept applying pressure. I wormed my way deeper, feeling the tip of my tongue get past more and more of her strong muscles. She was clenching and bucking her hips in an effort to keep me out but I was determined. Her pussy was right in front of my face and I could smell her sex juices so strong on it, testament to how close I had brought her to an orgasm.

I felt my tongue break through her sphincter and I immediately started ramming it up and down, in and out of her. Surprisingly, after just a few seconds of this, I could feel her start to respond, almost as though she liked it. The tone of her moans changed slightly. Her hips were bucking again, almost in rhythm to my probing. Fucking horny bitch.

Hearing that, I knew my cock was about to blow so I lifted her up and set her back on her feet. I spun her around so she faced the door, bent up against it. Her ass came back to my dick, bucking and weaving to avoid penetration.

I grabbed my cock, ready to sink it in her and grabbed her hip with my other hand. I squeezed to hold her still as I guided my dick up to her anus. Her flesh was so hot and soft and wet, it was fucking perfect. I pressed against her puckered hole and felt the resistance, giving, giving, giving…

"Food's ready!" The loud sound of Tom's loud yell crashed over me, washing through my head and penetrating my lustful rage. Mary and I both froze. My dick was pressed up against her anus, the head almost through her resistance. I knew a good thrust would push it through.




James and Mare - A Story of Love



With a suppressed scream, I shoved away from her and grabbed my dick, stroking it violently. It quickly exploded, sending ropes of cum against the wooden wall. My balls boiled, sending up more cum than I'd ever seen before. After 7 or 8 long blasts, I sank to my knees, the reality of what I'd done washing over me. I looked over at Mary, on her knees with her hands still tied behind her back, tears streaming down her face pressed up against the door.

Before I could change my mind, I ran over and grabbed the knife on the bench. I quickly cut the tape from her hands. With that, I threw the knife down and ran to the other side of the shed and buried my face in my hands as I sunk to my knees. 

I admit it, I sobbed. I was so scared of what I almost did and what I did do. I knew at that moment that years of (relatively) clean living were done. MBA? Worthless. Only 1 speeding ticket? Doesn't matter. Fantastic job? See ya. I was about to go to prison for assault and attempted rape. I was going to be some prison bitch for the next 10 to 15 years and a sex offender for the rest of my life. That wasn't me. I wasn't like that. I'd never done anything like that. Hell, I didn't get laid until 19 because I waited for the damn girls to be fully ready. I had old girlfriends tell me I could have had them in high school but I was too damned shy and reserved around them. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. All gone.

My sobs continued but in my broken state, I heard Mary stop crying and get up. I could hear her put her clothes back on and in place. Just before she opened the door, I heard, "You won't be working for me anymore." With that, she was gone.

I knew that any second Tom or Brian or some dickhead high schooler would be in there to kick the shit out of me or kill me. I didn't care. My life, as I knew it, was over. Eventually, my sobs stopped. No one came.

Fine, I'll go to them. They've probably got the cops here or on their way. I'll face them like a man, one last time. I put my shorts on and opened the door. I went up the steps and stopped, shocked to paralyzed silence. The party was going strong. Kids were yelling, music blasting, fighting in the pool, everything. Not the scene you'd expect after someone reported an attempted rape.

I slowly made my way past the kids to where Brian and his dad at the grill. They were talking and laughing as Tom scraped the grill. I looked around, trying to figure out what the hell was going on and saw her. Mary was sitting with some of her friends, feet in the pool, laughing. She looked completely normal. No tears, no red marks, no nothing. I was dumbstruck. What the fuck??? She looked up and caught me looking at her. Her face was completely unreadable in that quick glance. There was a fire in her eyes though and I knew I should leave, now.

I made my way over to Brian and Tom and excused myself, citing stomach pains and nausea. That was true.

I threw up that night – couldn't hold anything down. To my shame, I did masturbate 4 times at the thought of what almost happened. Fuck fuck fuck.

*****

I couldn't sleep for days. I was sick, throwing up, diarrhea, the works. All stress induced I'm sure. I kept replaying the events in my mind, waffling between what a monster I was and the feel of her hot, wet skin against my body. My life was ruined and I expected a phone call or knock on the door at every moment, telling me that the cops had arrived as Mary confessed to the whole thing. 

I didn't got the gym, I didn't blog, I didn't do anything but hole up in my room with the blinds down. My parents were worried but I told them I had a bad stomach bug that they might catch. I didn't answer phone calls from old friends who heard I was in town, especially not ones from Brian. Mary never called.

About the fifth morning, I got a call around 10am. I ignored it, even though I was awake. It rang again. Again. Again. I answered the fifth fucking call in a row.

"Brian, what the fuck man? Why are you calling me so many times?"

"Dude, what's wrong with you? You don't answer, I haven't seen you, and your parents say you are deathly ill. What the fuck?"

"Just sick man."

"Bullshit. What's wrong?"

"I really don't want to talk about it."

"Alright, I'm using my weekly.'

Fuck. Brian and I had this thing going back for a long time that once a week, we could ask each other something that the other person had to answer in total honest or be completely silent. Shit shit shit. We never broke it and I didn't want to start now but damnit I didn't want to tell him I almost raped his sister either. I held my breath.

"Jimmy, my weekly question: when the fuck was the last time you got laid?"

I damn near laughed. Thanks a hell of a lot Brian!

"Uhh, dude, it's been a while. Before graduation and finals. 2 months maybe?"

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I almost dropped the phone, it was so loud. Brian's one of the firm believers that if you don't use it, it will fall off.

"No wonder you are being such a douche. You're sick because you ain't got laid in forever. I'm fixing that shit right now."

"Whatever dude."

"I'm serious. Here's the deal, Isabel and I are going to the water park and then to the Rangers game. Fucking Yanks are in town. Great tickets, right behind home plate about 15 rows up. You in?"

"Dude… that sounds nice but…"

"Don't give me that pussy shit! Think about it man. Waterpark in July. Babes a plenty. You could get 15 girls' numbers in one day and then hang out at the ball game. Who knows who you will meet there. I don't know why but for some reason, the chicks seem to like you. Personally, I think you make a mule's ass look good."

"Thanks man." His idea was really starting to warm. I loved the waterpark and seeing the chance of the Yanks losing was VERY appealing. Fucking Yankees with that douche Texiera and Gay-Rod. Fucking Jeter is the worst. Losers.

"Ahhh, fine. Let's do it."

"Great, get your sorry ass showered and changed. We'll be there in 20. Bring clothes for the game. Peace."

I looked and smelled like shit. I hadn't shaved and was sure my breath would be enough to cause a dead cow's ass to roll over. If I was going to get some ass today or tonight, I needed to get my butt in gear.

A fast shower, shave, and clean up later, I was packing my bag when I heard incessant honking below. Brian. What a douche. He's really a great guy, very loyal and smart, but he comes off as an overbearing ass and I think he likes it that way. He does make me laugh.

I hoped in the car, greeted a very beautiful Isabel and chatted quietly with the two lovers as the car got on the highway. I was feeling better already, especially with the thought of getting some real ass. Masturbating to Mary was just wrong… on so many levels.

We took an exit a minute later and I said, "Dude, wrong exit. We've still got another 15 miles."

"Yeah, umm, I may have forgot one little detail."

"Brian…."

"Dude, I need your help. My old man would only spring for the tickets to the waterpark and game under one condition. These are great tickets!"

"What's the condition?"

"Uhhh, Mary."

"What the fuck?"

"Dude, I just need you to watch her for me. You can still hit on the babes. Just tell them she's your sister. I had to take her or my old man wouldn't spring for any of it."

"What? Why can't you watch her?"

"Well, umm, Isabel and I want to be alone. Come on man! Help me out."

Isabel chimed in with, "She's a nice girl Jimmy, you'll have fun!"

Fuck fuck fuck. I couldn't think of a way to back out. I couldn't claim sick after telling them how much better I was feeling. I was fucking trapped. Shit!

"Why can't she just enjoy the park by herself?"

"Dude, she's my sister but even I can see that she's easy on the eyes. I've seen how guys look at her and I don't want some muscle-bound douche dragging her into a shed for a little bit of fun. That's why I need a muscle-bound douche like you to keep an eye on her. Come on man!"

His words hit way too fucking close to home.

"Fine, whatever."

"Thanks bro!"

*****

We stopped in front of a house in a middle class neighborhood and Mary quickly walked out, bag in hand. She was wearing a t-short and shorty shorts. Fuck she is hot.

She threw her bags in the truck and climbed in her brother's Lincoln… right next to me.

"Hey Bry! Thanks for picking me up. Isabel, you look gorgeous today! Jimmy, how are ya?"

She looked straight at me. I couldn't read her face but I stammered out a "Oh, I'm doing ok, thanks."

Her voice sounded genuinely friendly. What the fuck?

"Ahh, ok. I heard you had a rough week. Sorry about that and I hope you feel better." With that, she reached her hand up and rubbed the back of her fingers on my cheek. I was shocked still. The electric feeling of her soft skin on mine was intense and unexpected. Brian saw in the rearview mirror and said, "Hey, no fucking PDA in my car!"

"Whatever, Bry, you are one to talk."

Isabel grinned at that, leaning over to kiss Brian's neck as he drove through the neighborhood. I caught a glimpse of a hand moving from his knees inward and then Brian jumped as Isabel laughed.

"Well, stop it you two. That's weird."

"Bry, Jimmy's like my brother. That's gross."

The rest of the ride was uneventful. We all chatted about random subjects from the weather to the Rangers to how much we all liked the park. The calmness in the car was a perfect contrast to the raging inferno of thoughts in my head. What the fuck was going on? Mary was being nice, even sweet, and showing a savvy sense of humor. She wasn't being the little bitch I had known for years. Furthermore, she wasn't giving any indication that I ALMOST FUCKING RAPED HER.

What the hell?

I eventually decided that it must be a trap of some kind of trick, something to get me off guard and then the trap would shut. I need to be very careful.

We finally got to the park, got through the line and the gate. As soon as we were in, Brian flashed me and Mary a thumbs up and said, "Well, we're off. Let's meet up again at 5. We'll head to a restaurant, get a bite to eat, and head on. Game's at 7:15." They were gone.

I stood there, waiting for a minute like they would come back. I didn't want to look Mary in the eyes. Finally, I did. She was staring up at me with that same unreadable look as the crowd flowed past us. Finally, she shook her head and said, "Let's walk and talk, Jimmy." Her tone was soft and even kind.

"Jimmy, I'm sorry. I've been horrible to you and I'm sorry for that. I shouldn't have treated you that way. You are a good man and I should have shown you respect." As she continued on, I was having a hard time keeping up with her simply because of my absolute shock at her words and her tone. We entered a pavilion with chairs and tables.

"Now, all that being said, what you did was wrong. It was very wrong. I haven't told anyone because I don't think that's the type of person you are. However, I have a condition on my continued silence. Do you want to hear it?"

I squeaked out a 'yes, please.'

"You are my slave until I go back to college. You will do what I say, when I say it. You won't argue or disobey at all. Do you understand?" That seemed a small price to pay to avoid a felony charge and being gang raped in prison so I quickly answered an affirmative.

She laughed with a surprisingly girlish laugh.

"Good, now let's have some fun. I love this place!"

I set down the bags and made sure everything was straight. As I glanced up, I froze. Mary was slowly taking off her t-shirt. It slid up her abs, grabbing them like it didn't want to let go. The end finally met the bottom of her bikini top and reveal a bright green print covering those magnificent breasts. I was slightly disappointed to see that it was a much more modest top than her others at home. Regardless, her cleavage and breathtaking beauty made it worth it. She tugged the shirt off her head and tossed it in the bag at my feet. She flashed me a genuine smile and then grabbed her shorts.

Shimmying them off her butt and down her legs was maybe the sexiest thing I've ever seen, at least that's what I thought at that point. The white cotton material slowly revealed a green bottom to match the top, lowly hugging her pelvic area. As the shorts got lower and then gracefully fell down her legs, I saw she was wearing the boy-cut bikini bottoms. Damnation! Why cover up that gorgeous ass any more than necessary. I'm kind of glad she did because I was already feeling my cock stirring and I didn't want a full staff just yet.

Mary bent over and grabbed some sun tan lotion out of her bag and propped one foot up on a chair. I was still wearing my shades at this point and thanking every heavenly star for that. It meant I could ogle while pretending to do something else. I sat down and made a show of untying my shoes and taking them off. Really, I was just watching her.

Her smooth hands rubbed the lotion into her feet and then calves in soft circular motion, caressing and massaging the skin like I desperately wanted to. She got past her knee and went up her thigh and hamstring. I saw the slightest of shivers as she got close to her pussy, rubbing the sacred skin on her inner thigh with care. She repeated with her other leg, torturing me in lust. After she was done, she got her arms, face, breasts and stomach. The breasts part was awesome because she would pull the fabric away just a bit to rub the lotion all over. I saw her give a very small shake again on each one. Was she turned on? What the fuck?

I did my own arms, chest and legs during this time and was getting ready to try for the back when I heard her.

"Jimmy, will you rub lotion on my back?"

Does a dick like pussy? Sure as hell I will!

"Uhh, yeah, sure."

I grabbed the lotion and squirted some in my hand. Of course, the normally smooth stuff came out like a big fart and sounded like one too. I heard her giggle and she said, "Contain yourself, please."

Fuck, she's not too bad when she's not being all bitchy.

I rubbed the lotion on her back, starting with her shoulders and working down. She had really nice musculature for a girl, not like a female body builder or anything, just like a athletic and toned girl. I was in fucking heaven. The only problem was the that the softness of her hot skin and my rubbing was causing other parts of my anatomy to react. My cock quickly shot up and I had to point him straight up so everyone wouldn't notice a tent.

I worked my way down and got lower. As I got close to her bottoms, she bent over and her hands on her knees, perking her ass out to me. "This easier?" She asked in a innocent girly voice. Fuuuuuck….

"Uhh, yeah. That's nice, I mean fine." She laughed. I felt like a moron.

I rubbed it down and she reached back and pulled her bottoms down, just a few inches. "Get it good, I don't want to be burned in such a private area."

I could just see the top of her crack. My life's culmination felt like it was happening as I rubbed that lotion on the top of her firm ass. As soon as I was done, she straightened up and leaned back against me, thrusting her arms into the air and around the back of my neck. Oh glorious view! Her tits were right there and she felt so fucking good against me. She smelled fresh and light, some kind of fruity flavor that made me want to lick and kiss her whole body, one slow inch at a time. What the fuck was she playing at?

As she snuggled up against me and sighed, I heard her softly begin to speak, very quietly.

"Jimmy, here's the first part of my command to you. For the rest of our time here at the waterpark, you are to treat me like your girlfriend. You will open the doors for me, hold my hand, get things for me, and generally be very nice to me."

She craned her head back so she could look me in the eyes. Her eyes were so damned green and beautiful. A man could get lost in there and be just fine. Her pink lips were soft and full and I desperately wanted to kiss them, suck on them, bite them, anything.

She saw my look, gave a soft laugh, and quietly continued. Her ass started to rub up and down on my cock, creating phenomenal sensations that were all to similar to the other day in the shed. What the fuck is she doing?

"There are a few conditions, Jimmy. You can't touch me anywhere my bathing suit covers. Acting like my boyfriend doesn't give you any privileges. In fact, you won't do more than hold my hand or put your arm around me unless I say. Do you understand?"

"Sure." I didn't give a shit at that point. I really wanted to act like her boyfriend, just to be around her. This girl is fucking intoxicating.

"Great, let's go!" With that and a laugh, she was gone. I immediately missed her scent, that light smell of fruity perfume and her. Oh, my dick missed her ass too. Duh.

We went all around that fucking park. We laughed, joked, made fun of people we saw, and held hands. That might have been my favorite part. Her hand was smaller than mine, soft, and warm. I really liked holding it. 

I kept some cash in a ziplock bag so I could by us shit whenever we needed it. Since I didn't have rent and I'm a pretty good about saving money, I had some money to blow before I got that sweet job in a month. Then, I would be banking. Old pos car that's paid off? Bye bye! New Camaro? Hello!

We grabbed some drinks and sat on a bench, just talking. She was really nice to be around and I was coming to see that she had a very quick, subtle sense of humor and an extremely upbeat, positive attitude about almost everything. That fit in with my sarcasm and cynicism quite well. At one point, she shot some Dr Pepper (don't even fucking think about putting a period after the 'Dr' if you are a real Texan) at me. I loved it, even as I sputtered and wiped my face off.

Was she… flirting with me? What was going on? Was I enjoying this? Mary fucking Johnson was flirting with me in an innocent, subtle way and I was loving it? What the hell was going on? I wasn't sure but I wanted to find out. That, I think surprised me more than anything.

We rode some slides, laughing the whole while. Mary didn't really surprise me when I found out she liked all the big, fast, scary rides. With a infectious laugh or a girly giggle, she'd jump right off and splash out of the water at the bottom, looking like a kid and begging to do it again. I think, looking back, that I loved her at that point. I just didn't know it.

We stood forever in line for this one ride, a ride where you go down these black tubes in double intertubes. We hopped up and the guy told me I had to go in front with her behind. We got and I sat down. She sat down behind me and her long, smooth legs came on each side of me. We had to wait a bit for our turn so we just floated in the water.

I felt Mary's fingers start to play with my hair, pulling and tugging gently. That playful caress soon turned into a genuine rubbing of my temple and neck. I decided to return the favor by rubbing each foot in one hand. I got a playful slap on the head.

"You bad boy. I didn't say you could do that. Keep going though, it feels good."

Well all good things must come to an end because shortly thereafter it was our turn and we floated to the drop off. BLAM! We were spinning and shouting, laughing and choking as the water hammered us in the pool. It was glorious. I hated it because she couldn't rub my hair anymore. I know, I'm crazy.

Laughing we got out at the bottom.

"I want ice cream!" Mary was so cute and enthusiastic with that.

"Alright, let's get some."




James and Mare - A Story of Love



We found a place along a strip of buildings with a hill behind them and some trees. It was in a corner of the park without much traffic. After grabbing my cone and her cup with a spoon, we walked around back, looking for shade up against the building. For the first time all day, we were alone.

We laughed and chatted about nothing enjoying our ice cream. At one point she looked at me with a serious face. 

"Jimmy?"

"Yeah?"

"You played baseball in college, right?"

"Yeah, how come?"

"Catch!"

With that, she flicked her spoon at me, landing a fat glob of ice cream on my cheek.

"You little…" She quickly put her finger to my lips. "Ssshhhhh."

She got on her hands and knees in front of me. Her tits looked fantastic dangling in front of me. I looked from them to her eyes, from her eyes to them, from them to her eyes. Such pretty green eyes. She smiled. Leaning forward ever so slowly, she started to lick it off my cheek, one slow, wet lick at a time. The sensation was incredible. When she was finished, she stayed close. Her breasts were moving, quickly, up and down with the rhythm of her short, shallow breathes. Mine came in small gasps. She leaned forward, lips parting slowly as we both savored the moment.

"What do we have here, boys?"

Our moment… shattered. What the fuck?

3 guys stood about 15 feet away, shitty grins on their face, one of them punching a fist into an open palm. The guy in front was covered in tattoos. They were all big, muscles everywhere, looking like body builders. Two were almost my height and one was at least 3 inches taller than me. I knew they were up to no good. All three were staring at Mary, hands and knees on the ground giving them evidently a great view of her ass.

"Well, boys, that is the finest piece of ass I have ever seen. And only 1 little dick in between us and it. What do you say we kick the shit out of him and then have us some fun? Oh, girly, if you scream, we'll snap his neck and yours before anyone gets here. We've all done time and don't mind going back, especially if your ass is our ticket."

Mary and I bolted up and I shoved her behind me as I placed myself in between us. I was fucking furious. How dare these miserable fucks come in here and threaten her? How dare they?!

"Get the fuck out of here before I kick the shit out of all three of you. Now."

The leader, the one covered in tattoos, paused for just a second, taken aback by my words, but then he slowly advanced with a chuckle. "We'll see about that, little bitch."

Tattoos and the guy on the right jumped at me while the guy on the left grabbed Mary. He was huge, at least 6'6 with muscles like Arnold. She was trapped. I was damned lucky that he didn't start anything with her and instead just waited for his buddies to finish me off.

I don't think I had ever been so mad in my life. Not ever on the football field, not ever in the weight room, not ever in the ring or the octagon, never after a break up or anything. I was ready to kill.

Tattoos threw a haymaker that I ducked under and closed in. He tried to get his fists up in a guard for his face but I grabbed both his ears in the split second they were down. I yanked his head down with all my strength, my right knee coming up with all my power. The two connected and I immediately felt and heard his nose snap and two teeth come out, cutting me in the process. I think I knocked the son of a bitch out in that one move. Regardless, he flopped down and lay there, breathing through the blood gushing out of his face.

I knew what was coming but couldn't stop it. It's a risky venture to focus on one guy like that in a fight against multiple opponents. However, I was betting they weren't trained – I was. Getting one permanently out was worth it.

I felt the other guy slam his fist into the back of my head with not inconsiderable force. I immediately stumbled forward over the still body of Tattoos and looked around just in time to catch a fist to the side of the face. My head rung like a bell – this bastard was strong! The next, a haymaker from the left, never connected. I threw a block up and stepped in, jamming an uppercut into the guy's jaw. His head snapped back and he stumbled back against the wall of the building behind him. I quickly followed with a punch to the solar plexus and an inside kick to the interior of his right knee. I felt and heard his cartilage and ligaments snap as his knee bent out at a terrible angle and he fell crying.

The big bastard looked at me for a second and then shoved Mary behind him, roughly throwing her on the ground. I saw her skin her knee. That red raw skin sent my rage to a whole new level. No, you fucking didn't.

"I'm going to enjoy this, bitch. In fact, you're dead for what you did to my pals." Of course, he had to have a voice like fucking King Kong to go with that enormous frame.

He stepped forward, catching me off guard with an extremely fast jab that I barely sidestepped. I felt the brush of the airflow from his huge knuckles pass my cheek. With that though, he was over-extended. I grabbed his wrist and slightly rotated his arm out so that his elbow locked. With that, I ducked under his arm and quickly jumped up with all my strength, shoving my shoulder right on that locked elbow joint. Oh, and I pulled down his fucking wrist at the same time.

I'm not sure how much force an elbow can take on a muscle bound guy like that. What I am sure of is that I applied way more than necessary. His arm gave something between a snap and a crunch and was immediately useless. He stood in shock for only a split second before his eyes watered. At least, I think they watered because my fist quickly met his nose with a resounding crack. Down went the big man. I stood over him while he groaned, holding his broken elbow with blood flowing from a swollen nose. I'm not sure if he could see me. I bent over and him and pulled his face up to mine by his hair.

"Listen to me, you dirty fuck. Don't ever think about touching my girlfriend again." 

With that, I slammed his head against the hard groan with enough force to make his eyes roll back and then close. I stood over him, lifted my heel up, and slammed it down into his scrotum at just the right angle. He let out a loud groan and then passed out as he tried to grab his crotch with his broken arm. Sensory overload. Excellent. I'm pretty sure I got him just right to shove his nasty balls up into his abdomen. Have fun with that surgery you fuck!

Mary ran over to me and hugged me tightly. I grabbed her hand and quickly walked around the corner, looking for a place to hide. We walked as briskly as possible, soon blending into the crowd. I don't think anyone noticed the swelling on the side of my face or the blood trickling down my right leg. I glanced over at Mary and saw her looking determined not to cry. Fucking tough girl. Fucking hot tough girl.

We made our way over to the other side of the park, this side much less populated as well. I saw a stand of bushes behind a building and we made our way to it. I pulled her back there, her not saying a word. Behind the building, the shrubs blocked us from view from behind. I shoved her up against the wall gently and looked at her. Her eyes started to water.

"Are you ok?"

"I… yes. Are you ok?

"Yeah, babe, I'm ok. It will take more than those three to get me down."

Mary looked at me and gently traced my bruise on my cheek with her finger. The guy got me pretty good.

"Does it hurt?"

"Nah, not really. Not as much as his knee does!"

She laughed once at that but then became silent. I saw her eyes start to water. I pulled her in close to me, crushing her frame against my body. She felt so good, though I don't think I felt in a physical or sexual way at that moment. I felt it in my soul.

After a minute or so, she looked up at me. 

"Jimmy… thank you."

"You're welcome."

She reached up and kissed me on my unbruised cheek. "Let's get to the River."

"Works for me."

The River was a flowing channel of water maybe 15 feet wide and 4 ½ feet deep. It had a good current that was maintained by underwater jets. It went in a giant circle around the park. It was a favorite for people who just liked to relax.

We made our way in and sat in the water, occasionally touching the bottom but mainly just floating along by the strength of the current. Normally, the place was packed but it was pretty empty right now. Mary floated beside me for a minute or two but then got in front of me, facing me. 

"Can ya carry me, stud?" With that and a laugh, she hopped up and wrapped her arms and legs around me, bringing her crotch and ass firmly against my cock. Let's just say it immediately responded. She gave a slight wiggle and laughed. It was a sexy laugh, full of mischievous fun and naughtiness. Damn it was hot.

"Hey there!"

"Mary, what are you doing? You can't do this to me! I'l…"

"You'll what?"

"Listen, the last time I was this close to you, something bad almost happened. I can't do that again."

I couldn't meet her eyes at that moment in time so I dropped them. Unfortunately, her tits happened to be below her eyes so she squeezed her arms together, causing them to bulge inwards. It didn't make matters any easier.

I wanted nothing more than to rip my shorts off, pull her swim bottoms to the side, ram my dick into her pussy, and fuck her like crazy. I knew I couldn't for so many damn reasons. She was 18, she was Brian's sister, she was Tom's daughter, I almost fucking raped her less than a week ago, etc etc etc.

I tried to keep my eyes shut but Mary wouldn't let me. After telling me to open them, she started to play dirty. There was no one around except the occasional lifeguard who wasn't paying attention. So, she started to wiggle her hips against me, basically giving me a fucking lap dance in the water. My cock was in heaven. Damn the fabrics that separated us!

I tried to be good but I couldn't. No, I can't.

"Mary, stop. We aren't together and this isn't right."

"Jimmy, look at me."

She was so beautiful. Her green eyes were mesmerizing and her pouty pink lips just begged to be kissed.

"Listen to me, you promised me you would do whatever I said, right? Well, obey your fucking word."

Even her swearing was hot. The way 'fucking' rolled off of her tongue made me picture us sweating, tangled in the sheets as we moved and loved together.

"Mary, I almost raped you. Don't you understand, I'm dangerous! Don't you remember the shed? I'm just like those creeps back there"

"Jimmy, you are nothing like them. You are brave and strong and you protected me. You stopped in the shed, you stopped. Remember?"

"Yeah…"

We were silent for a minute, her just staring at me as I held her up in the water with her legs wrapped around me. Her ass and crotch against my cock still felt good.

"Listen to me Jimmy. You gave me your word and you are going to honor it. Right?"

"Yes."

"Now, you saved me from those guys and took a beating in the process. I'm going to reward you for that and you are going to like, do you understand?"

"Well, no. What do you mean 'reward'?" Mary got a very naughty look on her face.

"You'll see. However, my rules from earlier stay the same. You can't touch me anywhere right now except on the back to hold me up. No ass, tits, no nothing, do you understand?"

"Sure."

"Good. Now, answer this very honestly. Have you even gotten a lap dance?"

"Mary!!!"

"Answer it!"

"No. I haven't. My buddies took me to a strip club and wanted to by me one when I turned 21 but I said no. I just thought those chicks were kinda nasty."

"Good, I'm your first then."

"Mary, what the fu-"

I cut off them because I felt her hand go down between us, separating the Velcro of my swim trunks and freeing my cock. She grabbed it and squeezed it. Her hot hand in the cool water was insane and I swear I damn near orgasmed right there. She slowly started to pull on me, tugging on it in a slow but steady rhythm. She did that for a few minutes and constantly had to whisper, "Ssshhhh, you are going to get us caught. Now listen to me. I'm going to reward you for getting hurt for me and you are going to like it. This doesn't mean anything about us or anything like that. You understand!"

"Yea…aaah." I'm sorry, I know I was groaning but it was just too fucking good. Her rhythm was just right, her hand was so soft and warm, and she was staring me in the face with the most naughty look of glee. Between that and her tits in my face, it was all I could do to not scream in cavemanese and mate with her right there.

I don't know if any lifeguards saw us. If they did, they didn't say anything. Who gives a damn? They probably see that all the time.

Soon, I guess when she thought I was close, she put her hand back around my neck and started rubbing her crotch directly against my dick. It was so fucking hot, smooth, and wonderful. My hips were bucking involuntarily and she bit her lip in her fun. Damn she was beautiful. Little moans escaped her mouth and she shut her eyes every so often as she ground her pussy against my cock. Fuck me, she is getting off on this!

"Oh fuck, Mary, I'm about to go!!!"

"Really, hold on to me then!"

With that, she reached down with both hands one on my dick and the other on her swim suit. She pulled it aside and started rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy lips and clitoris, back and forth, up and down. She started to moan and within just a minute, she shook in small convulsions. She fucking orgasmed.

When I saw how quickly she orgasmed, I couldn't hold it any more. The look of satisfaction on her face and the shudders of her pussy against my dick quickly caused my balls to shoot out massive spurts of cum in the water between us. Her hand pumped me violently, I think partially to enhance my pleasure and partially to keep me from slamming my cock into her pussy. Jets of cum quickly spurted out. I groaned or moaned or screamed under my breath with my teeth clenched. Mary kept stroking me, her other hand moving down to fondle my balls as I finished my massive orgasm. It was phenomenal.

After I was done, she moved away from me for just a second, enough to turn around and push herself back against me.

"Hold me, Jimmy."

I couldn't do anything other than say, "Ok, Mary."

We stayed like that for maybe an hour, just floating down the River. My chin rested on her shoulder and we shared breaths. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we didn't. It was glorious. Her body stayed hot and soft against me.

We did see an ambulance drive by the River and heard something about "three thugs got messed up something bad" when we asked a lifeguard what it was about. He told us his buddy was standing near the cops when they got there and IDed the guys. Evidently the cops were following the guys to the hospital, very interested to talk to the thugs about some recent crimes in the area. Ahh, life was good sometimes. We went back to floating, me holding her, my hands holding firmly onto her smooth stomach.

After a while, the feeling of her pressed up against me with her tits just below my chin had its effect on my body. My dick, still free from my pants, started to harden and press against her ass. Mary just wiggled her ass a bit and looked back at me.

"Jimmy…" in a fake-exasperated but teasing tone. Suddenly, her eyes caught on something behind us. 

"Uhh, what time were we supposed to meet Bry and Isabel?"

"5."

"It's 5:10."

"Fuck!"

Mary threw me a grin as we both swam for the closest exit. She laughed breathlessly as we raced to our pavilion, thankfully close, and grabbed our bags. We ran to a bathroom and both changed into normal clothes. Somehow, we made it to Brian and Isabel at the front gate by 5:18.

I had an idea so I muttered to Mary under my breath to 'follow my lead.'

"Dude, where the fuck you been? You're mister always on time!" 

I raised my voice in pretend irritation at Brian. "What do you mean? Mary and I were here at 4:55, waiting on you. When you weren't here by 5:10, we went to go find you."

Brian immediately turned red and Isabel laughed and rubbed his shoulder. "I told you we shouldn't act like we've been waiting a long time!" She looked at us and said, "We just got here, sorry about making you wait."

I caught a sexy smile from Mary as we walked out. Damn she's pretty.

*****

The restaurant was nice, just a regular place but somewhere we could grab a quick burger. It was packed, evidently everyone with the same thing in mind. We were lucky I had called ahead. Brian and Isabel sat on one side of the booth and Mary and I sat on the other.

We laughed and chatted our way through the drinks and appetizers and were soon working out way through the meal. I couldn't get over how well Mary and I got along, how sharp her humor was, and how fucking nice she smelled right next to me. 

The table of the booth was pretty high – something I need to thank the designer for profusely – because Mary moved her hand to my knee about halfway through the meal. I didn't react because I didn't want her to move; it was really nice.

The meal went great – I got a burger and Mary the chicken breast. Even in a Rangers T-shirt, no make-up, and her hair pulled up in a quick pony tail, she was still beautiful enough to cause our waiter to stammer when he talked to her. He was kind of short, maybe 17, and looked like a pretty girl had never looked his way before. Of course, Mary smiled a lot at him. Yes, I was jealous.

"He's kind of cute."

"Whatever."

Brian laughed. "That little dweeb? He's like 5'5. You are probably 3 inches taller than him, Mary!"

"Yea, so?"

"Whatever…" Brian echoed my reply and went back to his burger.

I swallowed a bit of burger wrong and coughed on it.

"Dude, you alright?"

"Yeah, man, I'm great!" 

"Well fine then. I'm going to hit the restroom before we head out – here's my dad's card for the ticket."

With that he was off and the waiter grabbed the card. Mary batted her eyes at him. I tried to look like I didn't care..

Isabel sighed and said, "So, when you two going to tell Bryan?"

"Tell him what?" Mary looked genuinely puzzled.

"There are things I'm good at recognizing. One of those things are when two people are…" she leaned forward and said in a particularly throaty voice, "together."

"We aren't together." I told her firmly. "That's weird."

"Yeah, that would be very weird. I see him like my brother."

Isabel just laughed. "Okay, whatever you say…"

*****

We got to the game on time because we had great parking tickets in the lot closest to the stadium. We were literally sitting down in our seats with opening pitch. We were so close I could tell what brand batting gloves the hitter had on. Of course, we rooted for the Rangers and booed, like tens of thousands of other good Texan fans, when the damned Yankees came up, especially Texeira, A-Rod, and Jeter. Those guys SUCK.

I was enjoying the game – the Rangers did jump out to an early lead – but primarily because I had Mary right next to me the whole time. She had managed to look just amazing in a blue Rangers t-shirt which clung in all the right places with that tight yet flowing white skirt I had seen her in the other night at the garage. She looked amazing. 

I had so much fun with her next to me – her on one side, Isabel on the other, and Brian past her. I was constantly surprised at her sharp understanding of the game, such as when to bunt, what count to steal on, the and fundamentals of pitching. She was awesome. Her humor picked up and I held my ribs laughing at some of the things she yelled at A-Rod and Jeter. "You suck dick!" was certainly the cleanest thing I heard.




James and Mare - A Story of Love



I looked over at Brian and Isabel, both of whom were off and on locking some serious lips and drinking pretty heavy with the beers. I figured I should hold off to drive home. At one point, I leaned over and asked for the keys. Brian's smart about that shit – he gave them up with a 'thanks bud' and yelled at the beer man 2 rows over to 'beer him now, damn it!'

"Bry, I think I'm going to stretch my legs, ok?"

"Ok, sis. Hey dude, can you…"

"Yeah, sure fine. I'll tag along." I gave a grin to Brian but didn't catch the look that flashed on Mary's face. I was only teasing.

We walked along the park, up the ramps and ended up on the giant walkway that spans the top of the stadium. We could see Arlington, downtown Fort Worth, and downtown Dallas. It was an unusually cool July night, which meant it was only slightly hot, and the sun was setting. Just fucking perfect.

Mary walked in front of me, her long legs carrying her quickly around. She headed over to the railing and looked out.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I think so." I was looking at her and she knew I was talking about her.

"Jimmy, what do you want?"

"What do you mean?"

"Am I just someone you are going to 'tag along with?'"

"What are you talking about?"

"That's what you told my brother down there!" Her green eyes flashed, that spunk and fire rising.

"No, that's… that's not it. I don't know what I said that – I was just messing around."

"Did you mean it?"

"Yes… no… what are you asking?"

"Are you just here to watch out for me?" There was a look on her face, I'm not quite sure what it was. All I know is her eyes were such a pretty shade of green in that dying sunlight. The wind blew just a little through her hair. Perfect.

Now or never. Go for it pussy!

I lifted one hand and caressed her cheek with it. I leaned down, lips slightly parted, and kissed her full on her soft lips. Her lips opened just a bit to meet mine – soft, nice, warm. I don't know how long we stood there in that simple kiss. I do know that we did break for air. I heard some clapping behind us and saw a heavy set guy with a camera and Ranger's badge on. He goodnaturely smiled and said, "I caught that on film. I hope you don't mind."

I didn't care at that point. I just wanted him to walk away and leave us alone to continue.

"Nah, buddy, that's fine. Whatever you want."

"Thanks! I'll be off to disturb some other lovebirds."

Mary looked up at me, her face soft, tender, beautiful.

"Where were we? I think right about here!"

With that she threw her arms around me and passionately locked her lips on mine. I could feel her whole body press up against me, her soft breasts brushing against my chest and pelvic region pressing on my cock. It immediately hardened.

Her kiss was soft but fierce, gentle but desperate. Her tongue quickly met my lips and received access, our tongues gently playing with the other in our frenetic embrace. It was toxic. It was perfect. It was my second with Mary.

After I don't know how long, we finally broke it up. She came back down from her tippy toes, her arms still around me and our faces still close. She looked down and saw my penis making a tent in its effort to reach her. With a mischievous smile she quickly grabbed him and pulled once. "Down boy!" With that and a laugh, she spun off and walked away, leaving me to hurriedly tuck myself in and chase after her.

We got Lemon Chills and walked. We talked and we kissed. We held and we breathed together. I don't know how but I kept my hands in the no-underwear zones per her request. Oh how I wanted her… but somehow, I wanted her right. I didn't just want to mate with her. I wanted her in a more special way. That doesn't mean that I didn't want to fuck her brains out – I did and was desperately trying to figure out how. I just wanted to make sure that when we did, it would be in love and totally mutual. Love? Where the fuck did that come from? I shoved the thought from my mind.

We meandered back to the seats, catching the 7th, 8th, and 9th. In the middle of the 8th, I knew we were busted. They started showing pictures of people kissing, cutting back and forth between people in the stands and still shots already taken. Fuck. I knew what was coming.

At the very end, the last picture was the siloutte of two people at the railing, kissing each other. Each was a shadow, a dark space against the setting sun in the background. It was a beautiful picture. It was us. I breathed a deep sigh of relief as I realized no one could pin it on us. I turned and saw Mary staring at me, with another one of her damned unreadable looks on her face. I would give anything to know what she was thinking. Man, she was beautiful.

"That was such a nice ending picture." Isabel looked over at me and Mary as she said it.

"Yeah, really nice! Where's my beer?" Brian's slurred words made me very glad I abstained AND had the keys.

"Gee, I wonder who it could have been." Isabel looked pointedly at us, who quickly looked away to the game.

*****

Riding home that night – Rangers won and A-Rod went 0-3 – I was in the front with Mary and Isabel and Brian were in the back. Evidently he thought he was going to get lucky because they were seriously going at it. Mary very studiously ignored them from the front.

We rode in silence.

"I had a nice night."

She looked over at me and said, "Me too."

I dropped her off. I drove them home. I went home and crashed. What the fuck was I going to do.

I didn't call her for a week and a half. I have no idea why.

*****

The next week and a half absolutely sucked. I went back into my 'sick' mode, acting like a complete loser. I basically moped around in my room and claimed the same stomach bug to keep my parents away. 

I really wanted my job to hurry up and start. 8-10 hour days of pouring through data to make financial decisions involving millions of dollars sounded like exactly what I needed right now. The problem was, I couldn't fucking get Mary off my mind. Something had changed. I was crazy about her. Not just her body – her. I missed the way she looked when she jeered the Yankees, the glint of sunlight in her eyes, the way her hair would brush by her face, and her quick laugh. I remembered the way she stared at me after I trashed those three thugs, the sweet scent of her body as we embraced.

Yes, it's official. I was fucking losing it!

I don't know why I didn't call her. A million reasons ran through my mind. She was too young. I was too old. She was too pretty. She was my best friend's sister. Her dad would kill me. My buddies would laugh. I almost raped her. She was about to go to college in another state. I was about to start a very intense job and wouldn't have time to wipe my ass after a shit, let alone date a girl. On and on and on and on.

Worst 10 days ever. Period.

*****

"Jimmy, dude, fan-fucking-tastic news."

"What?"

"My dad is taking the family fishing off the coast of Florida next week. Big surprise. Even better, Mary and I each get to take someone with us. Isabel can't go so you're my number 2. How about it?"

"Gosh Brian, I'm so honored to be your number 2 after 16 years of friendship…"

"Oh fuck off. You'd do the same thing in my opinion."

"With Mary, yes I would."

"What?"

Oh fuck, did I say that out loud? Shit shit shit shit.

"Oh, I said 'yeah guess I would."

"Ahh, ok. Anyway, we're leaving Monday morning, 6:15 sharp. Cool?"

"Cool!"

*****

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry your friend couldn't come. I am glad that we get to spend a lot of time together for the next 5 days though. Won't that be fun."

"I'm sure it will, Mom." Mary sounded distinctly pissed.

We were all cramped into Anne's Excursion, all 5 of us and our luggage. Mary had some friend that backed out at the last minute – sudden onset of the flu. Talk about suck.

She was sitting in the very back and was very quiet, almost sad. Her giant sunglasses made reading her face pretty much impossible. Her iPod discouraged further discussion. She hadn't looked at me yet in the 25 minute car ride.

Yep, I'm fucked.

*****

The plane ride was uneventful. It was pretty crowded so me and Brian got split up from Tom, Anne, and Mary. They were way behind us, a fact I was happy about because it meant I didn't have to see her and be reminded of what a douche I was. Anyways, Brian was perfectly content sitting there blabbing to me about a variety of things, mainly how much the Ranger's bullpen sucked and how big of a marlin he was going to catch. I love Brian but I really wanted to tell him just to shut the fuck up. My heart hurt and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to be with Mary but it just seemed so damned hard. Too much fucking stuff in the way.

*****

We got there Monday afternoon. Brian and I hit the beach that night while Tom worked on his computer and Anne and Mary went shopping. I heard Tom mutter something about 'shouldn't have let her bring the credit cards' when he heard which stores they were going to. Poor guy.

We slept in late the next day, only to have Tom yelling at us to get our asses in gear or we would be late for snorkeling. 

The water was fantastic. After a relatively quick boat ride – one on which Mary managed to look absofuckinglutely stunning in a yellow bikini and ignore me completely – we got to our destination. After hopping in the water, I was absolutely amazed. The fish were beautiful, the reefs were teeming with life and the water was the perfect temperature. Might need to see if there are any offices in Florida I could do a rotation out of.

Unfortunately, when you are snorkeling, you can look down, like you are supposed to, or up and around at your fellow swimmers. I made that mistake.

Mary was swimming in front of me, her long golden legs easily pushing her along in smooth, controlled kicks. Her breasts were floating gently against her chest in the water and her hair cascaded around her covered face. Damned snorkeling goggles. Suddenly, she turned and was swimming directly away from me. Holy shit. The view was incredible as I got to see her tight ass and crotch barely covered by the thin yellow bathing suit. Everything in me wanted to swim as fast as I could to catch up and mount on her right then and there. Her essence, and her pussy, were calling to me, like a shark smelling blood in the water. My dick was instantly hard as I remembered the feeling of those soft yet firm legs and wonderful ass cheeks. I remembered pushing the head of my dick against her anus, feeling it stretch her sphincter in the moment of my rage and lust. 

I shook my head and turned in another direction – a massive effort of willpower on my part. I knew that eventually we would have to get back into the boat and sporting a massive erection when the only females present were Tom's wife and daughter would not be good.

The rest of the swim was beautiful but somehow, seeing the splendor and glory of the reefs with the multitudes of different fish just did not compare to the beauty that was Mary. She was that fucking beautiful to me. I wanted her, bad. Not just to fuck but also to have, like as in she was mine alone. Shit shit shit.

Mary came out of the water before me, a fact I deliberately made sure of so I could see every drop of water falling off her beautiful and sculptured body, lean back, perfect ass, and long legs. I had to pinch my dick, hard, after that to get it to go down before climbing the ladder myself. It was still semi-erect even with the pain.

That night, Brian, Tom and I hit a local bar with some country music while Anne and Mary went shopping again. They said they might meet up with us after a while. They never did. I was both relieved and disappointed.

My last thoughts that night were of Mary. I kept remembering the way she looked as the boat bounced up and down on the water, the wind through her hair and the sun shining down on her golden skin. What the fuck am I going to do?

*****

Tom woke us again, eager to get out. The whiskey from the night before was still on my breath and in my head. Fucking Brian can outdrink a fish. His old man was even worse.

Anne spent the day in, saying she was going to lay by the pool and visit the local art museum. Tom took the rest of us parasailing.

Different guy, different boat but soon enough, we were ready. Mary still ignored me beyond just the minimum hello. She still had those giant sunglasses on so I couldn't catch her looking at me or read or face.

Tom thought it would be fun if we went in doubles and had made sure the guy had a strong enough boat and sail to carry two men. He said he did.

We went first, Tom and me. It was fantastic. The pull of the wind soon made our sail drag us up off the water and up, up, and away. We got pretty high and then just sailed along. A phenomenal feeling. The only thing that could have made it better to me was if Mary was beside me laughing instead of her dad. I realized at that point that I was truly hooked. Shit, I'm really going to have to do something about this.

All too soon, the guy let us down, gently. Soon enough, we were laughing and climbing back into the boat, getting out of the harnesses for Brian and Mary. They were up and away in a minute.

As soon as they were up, Tom hopped from his seat to sit right over next to me. Speaking loudly over the wind, he said, "Sure glad you could make it, son."

"Tom, I really appreciate you bringing me. This has been perfect. I start my job in two weeks and couldn't think of a better way to end my pre-career days. Thank you so much."

Tom nodded and said something about what a blast that was up there. I agreed.

"Looks like those two are having fun."

"Yeah, it does."

"My daughter is a great girl. A nice girl. She would be good for someone."

I froze. Deer in the fucking headlights. What do you say to that? This guy was huge, 2 inches taller than me and was a previous Marine. He had old man strength, the kind men get when they are closing in on 50 but still work out every day. I knew that in a fight, there was a damned good chance I would lose, and get hurt in the process. Especially if he was defending the honor of his daughter. What do I fucking say to that? I took the non-committal route.

"Uhh, yeah, she's nice." Whew, hopefully I won't die for that.

"Yeah, she really is. A lot like her mother but a little of her old man's temper. I'm sure you noticed."

I was walking on fucking knives here. My stomach hurt, bad, from the intense stress.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, like I said, she'll be good for someone, when she meets him. Of course, he's gotta meet my approval first. That's why she hasn't dated anyone. Only a couple of guys have asked and I told them to beat it." He gave a loud laugh at that, slapped me on the back, and moved back over to his seat. I watched him from behind my sunglasses. He never stopped staring at me.

Inside my head, about 50 million thoughts were careening around. Was that an encouragement to pursue his daughter or a threat? Would he kill me if I asked him? Oh shit, I'd have to ask him first! Fuck fuck fuck.

Soon enough, Brian and Mary were in the water and climbing back in the boat. She was laughing and for the first time in what felt like ages, I saw her without those damned sunglasses. Her green eyes flashed and her white teeth shined in the sunlight. My heart beat faster as she climbed into the boat, her laugh making my spirits soar. I caught myself grinning just seeing her like that. My grin melted as soon as I saw Tom staring at me, face hard like granite but unreadable. Shit, was his face always like that or am I about to swim with the fishies?

Brian and I chilled on the beach that night. I saw Mary, her dad, and her mom go for a walk. They didn't come back for at least an hour. Probably getting some time in before Mary heads out for college. I suddenly wished that she was going to the college back home. It was a good school – very good in fact – but I didn't even know if she had applied.

*****

The next day, Thursday, we were supposed to go fishing but a huge thunderstorm blew in, keeping us shuttered in all day. I was bummed because Brian and I were practically stuck in our room. Mary had a room to herself because she was going to have a friend come along but her fiend got sick at the last moment. I was on my computer a lot, catching up on news and studying recent trends in the market.

*****

Friday was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. The sun was out, the birds were sings their little hearts out, and my cock damn near jumped off my body when I saw Mary in her light blue bikini. Damn she looked nice.

All five of us went to the harbor for the boat that would take us deep sea fishing.

Before I knew it, we were fishing. The guide brought food for lunch because we would be out there all day, 2 days worth of fishing to cram into 1 day.

Tom got lucky off the bat and hauled in a nice mackerel, at least 30 pounds. Anne caught up quickly and got one that was two pounds more. She laughed at his look of frustration when hers weighed in just above his.

"What can I say, sweetie, I guess girls are just better at fishing than guys!"

"I don't know about that. I caught you."

Nice line, Tom. It got him some nice tongue from Anne in a hurry. Seriously, Anne may have been Brian's mom but she was still HOT. I could see where Mary got it.

We kept catching some small stuff, nothing to get too excited about other than the joy of the catch. Lunch came and passed and soon enough we were getting fairly close to leaving.

Suddenly, my line snapped suddenly to the left and I felt a VERY strong jerk. This fish was strong! I fought the bastard for at least an hour before getting it to the boat. It was a beautiful marlin, absolutely huge and stunning. I decided that I would blow at least half of my savings on getting it mounted. It was that nice. Everyone patted me on the back, very enthusiastic and ready to share the victory. One person didn't. Mary just looked at me, eyes and expression hidden by those damned glasses. I'm hiding those fuckers here in Florida.

"Alright, folks, time to head out." The guide seemed very tired and pointed to the lowering sun.

"Daddy, please let me go for just a bit longer."

"Sweetie, you heard the man. It's time to go."

Mary looked at the man, pleading with him with her whole stance. Well, the dude did have a heartbeat and you just don't turn down a girl like that. He stammered and got out a weak, "Maybe just a few more minutes."

We waited and right as the guide was getting up to go to the wheel, Mary's line jerked. She squealed in delight, holding on to the rod like it was her life even though it was technically attached to the boat.

The line swung back and forth, back and forth. Tom and the guide must have seen something because they were quickly excited, coaching her and what to do and when. "Reel in now!" "Give some drag." "Reel in quick!" She was grinning and laughing, sweat pouring off of her as her toned arms strained against the rod and lever. She was in a fight and was giving just as good as she got.

The fish jumped out of the water and my heart sank just a little. It was a marlin, at least as big as mine. Don't get me wrong, I was happy for her but my competitive side wanted to catch the biggest fish. Mary let out the most intoxicating laugh when she saw it jump out of the water and immediately looked over at me. I looked away.

It took her a long time and it was almost dark but she finally got the fish to the side of the boat.