2 comments/ 19019 views/ 0 favorites The Black Bikini By: darkstone57 (Author's Note: This story is based on a memory. I was seven years old and attending a family reunion on the Oregon Coast. I remember walking in the sand and seeing a tall, full figured teenager in a black bikini, I remember because at that time the suits were pretty much brand new and you didn't see many, I also remember wanting to be much older and able to wear something like it when I grew up... I also want to tell everyone who is a fan to be sure and check out the Review and Essays section for a poll I have posted there as to how to end The Perfect Pussy, I am suspending the series until such time as I have enough suggestions to make the most of what the readers have said they want.) * The ringing telephone made Teqi Watson frown as she worked on a cake that would go the local library for its annual fund raiser. She had three more already finished, but this one was special and she wanted to get it right the first time. Another sharp ring from the shop phone made her hand jump and she cursed as saw the letting become a mass blob of golden frosting. "Damn." Wiping her hands, she reached for the phone and growled as she answered it. "TEQI'S CAKE SHACK. SPECIALTY CAKES MADE TO ORDER." "Teqi, it's Jazz, we...umm...we can't find Hopper." Teqi's older sister sounded frantic. "We've looked everywhere, Jimmy said he saw him about an hour ago, talking to some man on the beach here, then that was it, and no one has seen him since." The worse known fear a mother can feel clutched at Teqi as she took in the news her son was missing. "You lost my son!!!!!!! Jasmine, why weren't you watching him, what were you doing...no don't answer that, I forgot that Richie is with you." That was her sister's latest lover and of course Jazz wouldn't be watching as closely as she should. They would be too busy swallowing each other's tongues. "I'll be right there, where are you?" "Paradise Cove, right under that new house they built here last year. The owner gave us permission to come down and..." God, Teqi groaned, not that place again. She had to have been the only person in town who cheered when a developer got the land somehow and threw up a number of expensive homes over looking it, pretty much cutting off public access. It seemed to be intent on causing her grief though no matter what. First pain and humiliation, the loss of her virginity and a man who had made her feel like something worthwhile. It had given her Hopper though, and now it threatened to take him away. Pulling off her apron, she went to the front of the shop and looked at Mrs. Ames, her clerk. "Ann, I need to go out for a while, Jazz has lost my son out at Paradise Cove, and can you lock up if I'm not back by closing time?" Ann Ames nodded. "I'm sure he's fine Teqi, the water is calm there and since they built those houses no one goes in the old caves any more." No, no one went in the caves anymore. Once they had served as shelter for the sudden rain storms that came up on the Oregon coast, and for others they had become the only part of the cove to offer any hint of privacy for lovers. Thinking about it, she was sure that Jazz and Richie hadn't noticed her son wander off because they had no doubt been in one of them. Honestly, she was going to kill her sister. Didn't Jazz watch the news, read the paper? Part of her wanted to panic while the more reasonable side of her told her that Hopper was a eleven years old boy with a good head on his shoulders. He knew what to do in almost any emergency and what to do if someone tried to snatch him. Still, she felt a fear that refused to go away. God, no, not Hopper, she was all he had. More then she had ever expected in her life. She had taken on the whole world to bring him life and she refused to let him be taken from her so easy. As she drove memories flooded over her. Back over a decade ago to her eighteenth birthday; this was when Jazz had given her the black bikini. She had looked at her older sister like she was crazy, there was no way she was ever going to wear it, her sister might like showing off her over abundant body in things like that, but not her. She didn't like being tall and full figured. Maybe if she had been older, had learned to accept what god had given her as Jazz had, but she hadn't. It was bad enough that despite the body from hell, she was beautiful, as beautiful as Jazz and the rest of her female relation. No woman in the Watson clan was ugly at all. Their mother, a tall, slender woman with bright blue eyes and striking white blonde hair that showed her Viking heritage, had been born with perfect features. The well shaped cheekbones, the full lips, the long slender nose, and slightly almond shaped eyes. Her face had been kissed with a golden glow that lasted year round. From their father Tony, they had gotten his height as well and his bulk. Jazz and Teqi both had his striking black hair and their skin tone was a shade paler then his, making their violet eyes stand out even more. The two of them were almost twins despite being born five years apart with a brother in between. Jazz had always been more out going then Teqi and still was. She had been married twice, had known more lovers then her sister cared to count and was raising three sons from three different men. Teqi knew her sister's goal was to have a girl, and wasn't going to stop until she did. Teqi would have liked to have a daughter, but she didn't mind having a son. Hopper was tall and slender for his age, and more like his missing father then he was like her. Andy had been tall like her, and slender but with broad muscular shoulders and they tapered down to a pair of nicely narrow hips that had fit between her thighs quite nicely. She had liked how his sandy colored hair and bright green eyes fit his freckled face and his mouth had felt on hers. Catching where her mind was going Teqi frowned. This was not the time to be remembering how good he had fucked her that first time; making her loss of virginity more like a celebration of life then anything else. She preferred to remember at night, when the air was still and quiet and she lay back in her bed, naked while her fingers explored her in the way his had. Remembering how he had sucked on her nipples until they were hard little rocks and he had put his hand between her legs and stroked her throbbing clit until she had felt like she would go mad. How as she had cum for the first time while he had licked and sucked her clit over and over while his long fingers pumped in and out of her wet pussy. She could still feel at times how his long, slender cock had felt as he slammed it past her barrier and took it away for ever. In the throes of cumming with more power then anything she had ever felt; the pain had been nothing. Instead she had wrapped her long legs around his waist and started to fuck him back as if she had been doing it forever. After wards he had just held her until they were both ready for more and spent the entire night in that cave making love. After he had left like other summer visitors to her town, she had thought how funny it was that he had been the one who she did it with. After all, her whole summer had been ruined by his sister and a group of her friends. Just two days before, she had gone to the beach with her sister and while Jazz went off with her current boyfriend Teqi had laid on a blanket trying to work on her tan. His kid sister and her friends had made sarcastic remarks about the bikini and her size every time they went by, which had been nothing new in her life. Especially from girls like them with perfect bodies and the sun bleached blonde California looks. The worst of it had come when she fell asleep lying on her stomach. One of the girls had crept up, untied the sides to the bottom of the suit, and then untied the top at the neck and back. Then they had put cut out letters at the middle of her back and laid them out so they would stand out. When Jazz had come back to the blanket two hours later, it had been her roar that woke Teqi up, causing her to startle and come up to see what was wrong, her suit had fallen off her, and so had the letters "FAT ASS" now burned into her skin. Jazz's boyfriend had been the only one with sense enough to throw a blanket around her, and the laughter of the girls had been all Teqi heard as she ran to the car. Teqi had refused to go back to the cove for almost a week after that and when Jazz had finally wore her down, she went dressed in jeans and a t-shirt even if the weather was in the nineties. She had been glad to see the girls were gone but been surprised when Andy had come and sat down beside her. He had been the best looking man in the world to her young eyes, and he had actually been smiling at her. "I came to apologize for what my sister and her friends did to you the other day. They have been shipped home and put on total summer grounding. My mother was so embarrassed, and I never saw my dad so mad in my life. We tried to find out who you were and where you lived, but no one would tell us, the girls seemed to have pissed off a lot of the locals with their little stunt." That hadn't surprised Teqi when she thought about it. The local folks were all close knit and stuck together against the summer crowd who invaded them. "Well, tell your folks I appreciate their concern, but it's nothing new, I didn't want to wear the damn thing anyway. But telling my sister Jazz no is like trying to tell a seagull it can't eat fish." "Well, still, I liked it. It would have never happened if I hadn't left to go have a couple beers with a guy I met fishing down at the pier. I'm Andy, by the way, Andy Montrose, and you are...?" He held out his hand. "Teqi Watson, my folks own the bakery in town." They had shook hands, and Teqi had felt a reluctance to give his back, not that he had seemed to mind. "Teqi, that is a cool name, but I've never heard it before..." She had smiled shyly then. "Its short for Tequila, mom swears the night she got pregnant with me was the night her and dad were at the bar drinking Tequila Sunrises. So, hence my full name is Tequila Sunrise Watson." Andy had nodded. "I like that, it's totally original. What is Jazz's?" "Jasmine Wildwood Watson, we have a brother name Whiskey Sour and a sister named Southern Comfort...my folks drink a lot..." She had seen him laugh at that, and had thought it was the most wonderful sound in the world. They had spent the afternoon talking and she had discovered he was in his third year of college at UCLA. He had spent seven years in the Army before he had decided not to reenlist again, and had started college after a year of becoming unmilitary. "So," he had told her, "that means that I am twenty nine years old. The oldest of four kids and not inclined to play stupid games." No, he hadn't been and when Jazz came back with her boyfriend from exploring one of the caves, it had been close to dinner time. Andy had taken them out for burgers and afterwards they had gotten beer and gone back to the cove. He had been curious about the caves and armed with flashlights and the beer the four of them had went to the one Jazz preferred. They had built a small fire and settled back to drink beer and just relax, it had gone that way until Jazz and Phil had decided to start to play and they had not been very private about it. She had been young but not stupid and when she saw the bulge in his jeans, she knew Andy was getting horny. The problem was so was Teqi. So, she had settled closer to him and let her hand accidently slip down to the bulge. That had been all she needed to do, he had looked at her with a smile and closed his hand over hers. As she had rubbed it softly, he had bent his head and kissed her slowly. At least it had started out slow, but it had become more heated and more demanding from both of them. Soon her tee shirt and bra had landed somewhere else along with his shirt, and they had been as bad as Jazz and Phil, uncaring of anyone nearby. He had kissed her over and over while his hands explored her breasts and the rest of her body in a way that no boy had done it before. Over and over he had whispered how gorgeous she was and how he loved the feel of her body under his hands. He had sucked her nipples and licked and caressed them while she had felt her lower body flood with juices from her pussy. When he finally got her jeans off, he had groaned with pleasure at her moisture. "My god Teqi, you feel so hot and wet, it's like a rainforest down there, all hot and steamy." Trying to swallow her tongue, he had run his fingers up and down her slick slit and run his thumb over her clit. At the same time she had been stroking and caressing his swollen cock and more then once she had dipped her head to taste it and take it into her mouth. Now, he had looked at her and the unasked question had been in his eyes. She had sucked him while his fingers worked at her pussy and more then once she felt his fingers probe at both her pussy and her ass hole. She had wanted to tell him he could pop her cherry if he wanted, that she had no need for it around here, but instead he had been easy and gentle with her as she swirled her tongue over his cum filled balls. Suddenly he had gripped her head and put his cock back in her mouth and began to pump in and out. "Oh God Teqi, I'm going to cum honey, I can't wait anymore. I got to cum in your mouth or go crazy..." His first shot had felt like a bullet hitting the back of her throat but she had swallowed him quickly and each shot after that. When it was over, she had expected all of it to be over; instead he had laid her back on the blanket and opened her legs to look down at her pussy. "Hmm, so sweet looking, I need a taste of that. I love sweet pussy Teqi." She had needed it as well as he got his thumb working on her clit while he used his other hand to send his thumb into her pussy and a finger into her tight ass at the same time. Soon he was fucking her with one hand and sucking and biting at her clit like a mad man. Her moans grew louder and louder as she felt the tension in her build. Then as if she had been hit by a strong ocean breaker, she began to cum, the lava flowing out of her she had cried out not caring that her sister and Phil could hear. "Oh my God, Andy, I'm cumming, yes, I'm cumming and it feels so fucking good, don't stop Andy, please, don't stop." He had; but only long enough to slam his cock into her and fuck her almost senseless through more cums and hard, relentless fucking. Over and over her cries had echoed in the cave and each time had seemed to drive him on even more until his balls released another full load of cum. "Teqi, I'm cumming honey, I'm cumming in your hot, steamy pussy. I can't stop baby, I can't stop and I don't want to. Fuck me baby, fuck my cock slam your cunt up to meet me baby. I've never fucked a woman like you before, so hot and wet and as hungry for me as I am for you, never dreamed of it being like this with anyone!" When he had shot his final bit, he had collapsed on her and together they had worked hard to regain their senses. Not that they had stayed sane for long, over and over through the night they had shared the hot sex and loving aftermath until near dawn they had fallen asleep. She had woken alone, Jazz and Phil still sleep but Andy had been gone. A piece of paper left behind to even tell her it hadn't been a dream. "Teqi, My dad came looking for me shortly after the sun came up. I didn't want to leave but we had to head for home today. Vacation time is over love, and I don't know if I'll ever see you again. I know you may not believe this, but I fell in love with you last night. Not a lust -- love kind of thing, but something I've never felt before. So I hope I do see you again and that someday we can be together for more then one night. I'm putting down my name, phone number and address. Call me, write me, and tell me you feel the same. I'll miss you and if we never meet again, know I will always remember and love you. Love, Andy" She had cried then, cried until there was nothing left. Shoving the note in the pocket of her jeans, she had gone out of the cave and into the water of the ocean. God, her night had been so perfect, it had almost felt like a dream. She had known then that no one but Andy could ever make her feel the way he had. For days she had written him letters, intending to mail them all. But when she had gone to find his note, all she had found was a ball of paper that had gone with her jeans through the washer. A call to UCLA once she discovered she was pregnant had revealed that yes he had been there, but a family emergency had caused him to leave school. No, they couldn't give her his home address or phone number for privacy reasons. No, they didn't know if or when he would be back. So it had gone for the last twelve years, she had kept Hopper and raised him even while she went to the local college and learned business management, when her grandparents passed away, she had been left enough to start a small business and in the last five years it had done well. The Teqi Cake Shack had a prime spot on Main Street and while she would never be a millionaire, she was comfortable. Over the years, she had met men, even dated, but none of them had ever come close to how Andy had made her feel that night, and she had never once regretted keeping his child. Now her sister had misplaced him. She felt that same rage and fear in her now as she pulled up behind Jazz's SUV. But where were the police, the Coast Guard? Why was her sister standing on the porch of a house smiling so big and brightly? And where the hell was her son? Even as she climbed out of the car, a tall, slender body came running from behind his aunt. "Mom!" They met half way to the porch. "Hopper, where were you? What have you been told about running off...?" Even as she hugged him, her fear made her yell at him almost. "Oh god baby, you scared me half to death." He looked up at her with beautiful green eyes. "I'm sorry mom; it was Aunt Jazz and Andrew's idea. They wanted a good reason for you to come here today." "Andrew, who the hell is Andrew, and what do you mean they wanted a good reason...what the hell is going on Jazz?" Her sister was walking toward with a grin on her face. "Just a misunderstanding sis, come on in though, you have got to see this house. It's gorgeous. Come on, you should be glad Hopper is safe and not in the hands of some pervert." Teqi wondered what the hell was going on. "I need a drink..." The words slipped out of her mouth even as she crossed the threshold into the most beautiful house she had ever seen. Who ever Andrew was, he had to be rich. Maybe he was a rich pervert. "Did I hear someone say they needed a drink?" A male voice came from behind a room divider and it was one that sounded oddly familiar to Teqi. Before she could move, a tall, well built man in his late 30's or early 40's appeared in front of her holding a tall glass with a twist of lemon on the edge. "Will a Tequila Sunrise suit you, or will a Whiskey Sour do instead...?" His bright green eyes sparkled as brightly as his son's. "Hello love..." "Andy?" She looked at him in disbelief, "you're Andrew?" He nodded. "I plead guilty Teqi, but come on in and sit down before you fall down, you look in shock." He took her arm and led her into a huge living room that overlooked the cove. "I'm sorry we gave you such a fright, but Jazz told me how hard you work and that you would never come out here without a good reason. Hopper was the one who suggested it actually. He is my son isn't he?" She nodded. "Yes, I tried to get in touch with you as soon as I knew, but they said you left school." He nodded, looking saddened for a moment. "Dad had a major heart attack at work right after we got home. Threw us all into a state of shock, he passed away right after school started up and I had to take over the family business." The Black Bikini Ch. 01 It was hot. Ray was mowing the grass, mostly for lack of anything better to do. He was alone at the house. The wife was at school, their daughter was at her aunt's for a sleepover, and he was doing yard work to keep busy. He looked around from time to time, vaguely watching for people around, maybe cars going by, but there wasn't much activity. The heat was making everyone and everything sluggish. He took his shirt off and dropped it in the yard. He'd tried to avoid most of the direct sunlight, but there wasn't much choice on the last part of the lawn, which had no trees. Their plain, older frame house was set facing East, planted between two other similar houses; there was a proper-seeming distance separating the places, with no fences. The South house was a single-family place, occupied by an elderly couple, and the North place was a house much like theirs but divided into two apartments, one up, one down. The lower occupant was some youngish manager type who was never home, and the upper had a young woman in it, Renee, an attractive blond with a great body who had come over for backyard cookouts a few times. Ray helped shovel her car out in winter, and they were on neighborly terms. Mowing, he kept an eye out for her in hope of a quick glance. She was nice to look at. He got lucky. He was just turning around to make another pass when Renee walked out of her front door in a bikini, and pushing the mower towards her he got a good, long study. The bikini was a black thing, with a tight hip-hugging bottom with large floppy ties on the sides; the top wrapped around under the bust, with wide tapered straps that went straight up from the sides and tied around the back of the neck. Her hair was up in a ponytail directly at the top of her head, and she'd put several clip kind of things in it to hold it up. She wasn't wearing makeup, but had her usual jewelry: gold ankle bracelets on both legs, a collection of necklaces of various lengths, one of which, a dangling cross, always swung between her very nicely formed breasts; tiny diamond nose stud, several ear piercings and always, always huge loop earrings. He didn't recall seeing her in a two-piece before, and noticed she had a navel ring. He also saw for the first time a colorful tattoo of flowers on the small of her back. He stopped mowing, shut the machine off, and walked to the porch for the cooler of water he'd placed out. He lingered over a cold drink from a purple plastic cup, watching Renee out of the corner of his eye. She went out to the back parking area off their alley, to her inexpensive car, some Korean make, the perfect single girl secretary ride, which she'd outfitted inside with foofy seat covers and various amusing bling. She opened a door and bent over to reach inside. She looked great. Blond, trim enough, medium height, with solid but well-formed legs; she kept herself together well. Actually, he had to admit, she did sometimes carry some extra pounds, and was prone to showing signs of a double chin and thick upper arms, but she was always well dressed and carried herself unusually well. She was pretty. Very pretty. And really, really nice. He didn't run into her as much as in the past, since his job went to direct deposit: she worked at the bank branch nearest the neighborhood. A teller, he thought, but he'd seen her over in personal banking areas a time or two. Every time he talked to her she was smiling, sweet, and friendly, and because the bank was a professional attire type place she was always outfitted in stylish clothing: skirts and wool pants and such. She smelled good, too. He finished the cup of water, shook his head, and wondered why it was the nice girls always seemed to collect dirtbags. She'd gone through at least three truly junky guys in the last two years. One of them had been hauled off by the police after drunkenly slugging her in the front yard, another had run off with some other woman, and the current one, some cocked ballcap slouch-pants who talked like Eminem, had an import tuner he wiped off whenever anyone touched it and was likely on his way to other things, like maybe jail. He called himself "Rocket." Who called themselves "Rocket?" He watched Renee while he returned to the mower. She headed back towards her house, and as she got closer he studied her face. She had a round face, with thin lips she usually accented with bright lipstick, and wide-set eyes, blue, he thought, and high cheekbones. A small chin. Acne a lot of the time, a problem she tried to cover with various stuff, foundations he guessed. Her body was tanned. She went to salons and was tan with light blond hair even in the deep winter. She was pretty, and had a fabulous, round ass the bikini did wonderful things for. She smiled and waved at him, a wave from the elbow, out from her body, a little flip of the hand that managed to be sort of girlish and sexy at the same time. The smile was dazzling in the sunlight, and he realized she'd bleached her teeth since he'd seen her last. Funny. "Insecure," he thought. "She's insecure." She went back in the house, and just before he fired up the lawn mower again he heard her sandals banging on the wooden steps leading to the upper apartment. He cleared his mind and went back to work, sweating in the sun. It was hot as a gun barrel and his bare shoulders burned. Mentally he wandered and idly compared himself to her physically. He wasn't too bad for a guy in his thirties, not too fat or too skinny, not horrible looking, and hey, he trimmed his nose hair. Renee was what? Twenty-four? Something like that. She was young. He laughed. He thought, "And hot." The mower blared, and his mind wandered away to other places. He was lost enough in the yard work to not notice that she'd come back outside, laid a blanket out in the yard to sunbathe, and undone the top to expose her back. She had huge Bug Eyed Monster sunglasses on that managed to make her look ridiculous, and was reading some trashy novel with a pink cover. The bottom of the suit was yanked up the crack of her ass to expose the cheeks, and when he caught sight of all that he stopped cold in the row. "Holy shit," he thought, then came back to himself and continued on. In about another half an hour the yard was mowed. He should weed whack, but, he thought, "Screw it." Some other time. He pushed the mower to the garage door and parked it just outside to let it cool off. He'd clean it off in a while. Right now, it was miller time. He stole a glance at Renee, who had ear buds in and was bopping sideways to some dance tune, propped on her elbows to read her book, and even from the distance he could see her small, tight little breasts swaying and jiggling in a delightful manner. "Whuh!" he said out loud, and went inside to grab a beer. He got his laptop, a bottle of decent enough beer, and went out on the porch to check e-mail and surf a little. Unfortunately, the porch on his house was on the opposite side from Renee's residence, so he couldn't watch her lovely body while relaxing. "Oh well," he shrugged, and got comfortable. Time passed. The next thing he knew the sun was well over, and was approaching his spot on the porch. It was too hot to sit like that, he thought, and closed the computer. He had opened the door to maybe get another beer before cleaning the lawnmower, one foot inside, when he heard a voice. "Got another one of those?" It was Renee. She'd walked over to his house and was standing at the bottom of the stairs, smiling and beautiful despite the ludicrous sunglasses. She waved her hand at him, a little flip, and laughed. "Well?" He paused for a second, a split second, and responded, "Absolutely." He went in to the refrigerator and took out two bottles, opened both, and returned to the porch. She'd come up the stairs and was waiting for him, back turned to the door. The top was back on, of course, but she hadn't adjusted the bottom piece, and the back was still yanked up between her ass cheeks. The effect was very pleasant, and while she was looking away he took a generous eyeful of her round, tight ass cheeks. The sun caught blonde hairs on her arms and the soft fuzz on other parts of her, and the effect was of her body glowing. She was lovely. Renee turned and took a bottle, immediately taking a sip and smiling. "Thank you!" she said, and stood silently. Ray wasn't sure what to respond with, and didn't want to spout some pathetic subject like "It's hot out, huh?" or something equally inane; but she did it first. "Hot out, isn't it?" He nodded, swigging his own beer. He was racking his brain for something to say when the door on the adjoining house, on the opposite side from Renee's place, opened. The old lady who lived there tottered out, looked around, and waved at him, trembling out a "Hello." He waved back and said, "Hi, Mrs. Lambino," and took another swig. Renee looked at the old lady, who was striding, shakily but determinedly, to a small garden in the back yard. "How old is she?" He answered, "96. That's the Lambinos." He paused. "They've been married for seventy-three years." His hot neighbor swung around, open-mouthed. "Seventy-what!?" He laughed. "Yeah, I know. They had their seventieth anniversary right before we moved in. Hard to believe, huh?" Renee stared at the lady with stunned astonishment. "Well- I mean- how do people do that?" Ray shook his head. "I'm not sure." He chuckled. "But I know when the newspaper came by and did a story on them, and asked how they did it, Harold, the old man, had his hearing aids turned off, and he was like, 'WHAT!? HUH?' and Mrs. Lambino just said, 'I got my hobbies and that helps!'" He laughed again. Renee shook her head. "Holy shit!" He waited a tick, then asked, "How about you? Still getting on with that Sputnik guy?" Renee looked at him curiously, then said, "Sputnik? Oh, you mean Rocket?" She made a nasty face that managed to be cute. "I told him not to come near me any more. He banged some other girl, then when I told him to fuck off he came to my job and made a scene. He almost got me fired." He waited, making sure to say something supportive without trashing the other guy. "Wow. Well, maybe he'll learn eventually." Renee huffed. "That'll be the day. He's an idiot." She took a big slug from the bottle, watching the neighbor lady pluck at flower buds with her fingers. "Seventy-three years. Holy hell." She swayed a little on the balls of her feet, and her body undulated nicely, hips swinging out. She said, quietly, "I'm kind of coming to the conclusion that I get in relationships because I think I'm supposed to." She swayed a little more, looking like she was playing a dance tune in her head. "My family and my mom are always like, 'Who are you seeing? When are you getting engaged? Are you bringing a boy home for a holiday?'" She made a face. Ray waited. Renee said, "It's like it's so drummed into me that you're always in some kind of, you know, 'relationship' that I just do it because that's what I got taught. You know?" Ray smiled sardonically. "I got married because I thought I was supposed to. It's not really a good reason to get married." She turned to him, a question on her face, then looked serious. "How do you and your wife stay together?" He answered instantly: "The kid. Our daughter. Well, that and financial things. And apathy. Lot of apathy." Renee burst out laughing, a loud, uproarious laugh: "HA! HA! HA! HA! Apathy!" He felt suddenly defensive, but shook it off. "Yeah, I think the longest we went without doing it, you know, was maybe more than a year. The romance thing fades, but you know, you get used to each other, and get in, I don't know, a rut. Like that." Renee looked away, swayed a little, and blew across the very top of her bottle, making a low droning sound. She played a short tune of sorts, then took a drink. She said, "I think, I think, maybe I get with these dumb asses because I really don't want to be with anyone. Like, permanently. For now." She looked back at Ray. "I'm really starting to think I, like, sabotage myself so I don't have to get all tangled up in a, a..." She lowered her voice to a fake anchorman type address and said, "Re-layyy-shun-sheeip." Ray laughed, and his lovely neighbor stared at him, then finally gave up and laughed with him. She said, "Yeah, I know. I feel like I have to be in some, you know, thing, but I really don't want to be so I pick losers so it won't last." She swayed some more and drank again. "Stupid, huh?" Ray said, "I don't know. It seems like you're really thinking about what you do, and that seems really smart to me." He meant it. She put on a serious face. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "Have you, I mean did you, ever cheat on your wife?" He hesitated. She stopped and put her hand up. "I'm sorry, that's totally not cool. I'm sorry." Ray thought for a minute, then said, "No, no, it's a good question. The answer is 'No'. But I'm not sure why, really. I figure, kind of, a bird in the hand, you know? I think I'm probably just scared. Maybe. I don't know." He waited, then decided to tell her: "She, on the other hand, has done... stuff. Outside our marriage." Renee froze solid and stared. "What? She cheated on you, and you're still together?" "Well, yeah. She told me, said she didn't want to be a liar." He shrugged. "I was pretty pissed off. Well, actually, homicidal. But after a while I looked around, and thought, well, how many relationships have that stuff go on without the other one knowing?" He finished his beer. "I knew a nurse who worked in a birthing center once who told me that, like, 20 percent of kids are illegitimate. There's tons of guys raising kids that aren't theirs without even knowing it. So cheating or whatever probably isn't real uncommon." He shrugged and turned to fetch another beer. "I told her if she did it again to not ever tell me about it. And to make absolutely sure I never, ever meet the guy. Ever. You want another one?" He flip-flopped his empty bottle in his fingers. She put on a thoughtful expression. "Yes." The Black Bikini Ch. 02 Ray walked onto the porch with another two bottles and handed her one. Ray said, "Well, too, the thing with my wife is that when all that happened I wasn't real proud of how I behaved, you know? I went nuts." Renee said, "Well, I bet! Can't blame you for that." He said, "No, well, it was really not cool, some of the stuff I pulled. Not cool at all. I finally had to take a look at myself and really ask myself what kind of man I really am, pulling wacky shit and getting all obsessive. It wasn't cool at all, and I'm still not proud of any of it. So I sucked it up and stayed." She played with her hair, raising her arm and showing off a fine breast in the black top. "Is that really fair? It seems unfair, that your wife did something, and you decided not to end it, but you haven't done anything? What does she think?" He made a wry smile. "Actually, she told me once I should get a girlfriend. 'It'd be good for you', she said. I couldn't believe it." Renee dropped her arm. "That's CRAZY!" He shrugged, again, and made a short sighing noise. "The world is full of crazy people." They stood together, watching the seventy-three year veteran pluck flower buds. Renee said, "You know, I don't see you guys do much together. You don't seem to go out, like, get dressed up and stuff." Ray said, "No, not really. We don't socialize much together. I mean, the home life is fine, but it's more about our daughter at this point." He looked out over the empty, scorching street. "Yeah. Well, like, today, she's at school, and she'll go out with friends, and probably won't be back until tomorrow morning." The two of them, Ray and his neighbor, stood silently for quite a while. Then, Renee said, "You should totally do something with someone else." Ray said, "Yeah, probably, it would be good for me. But-" he laughed- "all our friends are married. And it's really, really hard for a married guy to do things outside a marriage without seeming like a total dirtbag. And I don't like that idea, of seeming like a dirtbag who cheats on his wife." He took a pull of the beer bottle and leaned against the wall. "We've been 14 years, now." He gestured at Mrs. Lambino with the bottle's neck. "That's where I'll be, fifty years from now, if I live that long. You watch." Renee faced him squarely, bottle held at waist height in front of him. "You should totally, totally do something. With someone." She waited for a long time. "How about me?" He almost dropped his beer. After an initial speechless period, he managed to croak out a very inarticulate "Huh?" He thought, fantasies are one thing, the real deal being something else altogether. She continued. "You should fuck me. We should totally do it. Let's do it." He came close to falling over, blinked several times, then said, "Okay. Yeah." She bluntly said, "Your place? Or mine?" He said, "How about yours? I know what my place looks like." She turned to walk away, holding the bottle of beer. "Get a few more beers and come on over. Let's do this. Totally." He thought, "This has got to be about that Rocket fool cheating on her. Got to be." He rushed in, grabbed the rest of the 12-pack, and just about fell down the porch steps. He decided to stop, briefly, and try to relax a little. He stood in the back yard, breathing, looking around the neighborhood for a few minutes. Then he walked next door. The stairway to her place was dark and narrow. It was in the foyer, and the front inside entrance for the lower place was a door set in a crudely built wall. He walked up the old, creaky stairs, running his hand on the vintage bannister rail, listening to the squeaks and groans of the wood risers. The door at the top of the steps was open and he walked in, saying, "Hello?" He heard Renee's voice call out, "Come on in!" The apartment was hot; he could hear a window air conditioner running, in the bedroom probably, and the place was dark. There wasn't much furniture: a futon, an entertainment center, a fuzzy rug. The front room, where you came into the apartment, had some knicknacks on shelves, a few candles on wall-hung sconces, and a poster of some emo band. He walked into the room, turned around, and was faced with a gigantic portrait of Marilyn Monroe that covered damn near the entire wall. Renee walked into the room, still wearing the black bikini and looking very fine indeed. She approached him, touched his bare stomach, and pulled a beer out of the box. "So?" she said, smirking. He had to say it: "You're really gorgeous." He meant it. She made a face and grabbed the front of his pants, which he took as a sign to get started. He guessed, anyway; Ray realized his makeout skills were fourteen years in storage, and knew he was, well, kind of a bit rusty. So he reached out, hooked a finger in the center of the bikini top, and pulled her close to him, rocking her in and letting her tip back a couple of times. She smelled like suntan lotion and hair conditioner. "So, uh, what do you like?" he asked. She tipped her pretty head back and said, "Try something and I'll let you know. I'm down with a lot of stuff." She smiled, bleached teeth gleaming in the dusky room. He set the beer box down carefully. When he stood back up he bent his elbows and cupped her delectable breasts, stroking the undersides and the nipples through the fabric of the top. Renee took a long, slow slug of her beer and set it down on the top of the entertainment center. She reached behind her head to the bikini tie, undid it, and flipped the garment down and then off, pulling on the other tie and letting the top fall to the floor. She had terrific breasts. "Come on," she said, taking his forearm and leading him, walking backwards herself. She pulled him along into a short hallway, then turned them into another room, the bedroom. The place was dim, the only light filtering through a translucent shade, and like the front room there wasn't much in the way of possessions: a rack of CD's, a boom box, a digital alarm clock, a lamp on a low end table. In front of the window, the lower part filled with the window air conditioner, was a short table lined with candles. He guessed her makeup was all in the bathroom. He turned her around, sat down on the bed and, facing her, reached around and grabbed her delicious ass while craning his neck to nibble at her tits. She shoved forward and felt the back of his head, breathing audibly. Glancing sideways at the tubular bed frame, he saw something interesting hanging from the top bar: a pair of handcuffs, lined with pink fake fur. Rotating his eyes to the other end of the room, he saw another picture: a smaller poster of Marilyn Monroe, this one a nude. "Is there a key for those?" he asked, nodding at the cuffs. Renee leaned over without saying anything and opened the top drawer of the end table, revealing a small collection of sex stuff: condom packets, lotions, lubricants, and an egg-style vibrator. He spotted a snatch of pink fake fur, and reached for that: the handcuff key was attached to it. Rubbing the lower section of her ass cheeks with his right hand he reached over and unlocked the cuffs, Renee watching. When he had them off the bed frame he ordered her, "Put your hands behind your back." She did it. He stopped for a second and regarded the half-naked, sexy thing in front of him, eyes heavy lidded and breathing hard, hands crossed behind her. He put the cuffs on her wrists and adjusted them for comfort, then pulled her to him and forced her to straddle his lap. She gasped when he licked a nipple, and responded enthusiastically when he kissed her on the mouth. He probed with his tongue and she returned the act, licking and flicking with practiced skill. Cupping her ass he felt around with his fingers for her pussy. She reared up and gave him access to herself, and he stroked the smooth cloth of the suit until he felt moisture. He moved his hands to her waist, moving her around some, still kissing her mouth, and lowered her wet pussy onto his growing cock; she rocked her hips firmly, rubbing against him, dry-humping like a teenager in her parents' car, and beginning to smell like sex. Her breasts swayed, pink nipples poking into his chest when their bodies brushed against each other. He didn't want to get her completely naked just yet: she was too beautiful to rush things. She interrupted the action for a second with a quietly stated order. "There's a blindfold in there," she said, nodding at the still-open drawer. "Get it out and put it on me." She smiled. "Do it right". He reached over, rummaged a little, and found a funny blindfold, black satin with loud pink fur around the edges. He put it carefully over her head (she had to bend over a little to lower the top of her head) and adjusted it to fit. She breathed a touch more heavily and pressed against him, rubbing him and sliding a firm, tanned stomach against his chest. He could feel the navel ring against him, and the necklaces clinked in a small musical way. She was crazy beautiful. She kept sliding against his cock until she got actually soaking and he couldn't stand it any more. Kissing her mouth, playing, he lifted her off him and made her stand up. When she was on her feet he pulled down the bikini bottom, pausing twice, once when they just folded down below her pussy, and again at her knees. She swayed a little, and he dropped them on the floor. She stepped out of the legs and stood in front of him, naked except for her jewelry. She bumped against his knees a little, and he bent over and ran his tongue around the lower parts of her body, gripping her round hips to hold her in place. He stopped for a minute and backed her up; she stumbled a little bit, and he carefully helped her balance. Reaching down to himself he stripped off his shoes, jeans, and boxers. When he was naked he pulled her closer to him. He put a tentative kiss on her darkish pubic hair, and she moved against him, so he carefully turned her and laid her on the bed. She flipped a little with her hands, getting comfortable, and when she seemed settled he lifted a firm thigh and went for her pussy with his mouth. Licking and stroking, he worked on her wetness until she was moaning softly. He was thinking of spreading her out and really getting into her when she stopped him. "Take these off," she said, shaking the cuffs. He picked up the key from the small table and quickly flicked them off, for some reason placing them back on the bed rail where they'd started. She rubbed her wrists a little, smiled that shining smile, and reached for the drawer. She left the blindfold on. Rummaging for second she extracted a condom packet and tore it open, handing it to him. "Put it on." He took the condom out, noticing, amused, it was a neon blue wrap with thick ribs and studs. She was really funny. He slipped it on himself, having to look down to make sure it was adjusted right, and when he turned back to the lovely woman next to him she'd put her arms over her head to grab the top bar and spread her legs, inviting him in. He got up on his knees, leaned over and kissed her on the mouth (she licked his lips), took his weight on one hand and guided himself into her with the other. She was slippery wet, and he went into her with almost no effort, but still able to feel the contours and taught feel of her body. He felt her easily through the condom, and the sensuality of it made his head spin. He placed his elbows over her body and positioned nicely for motion. She bucked against him and whispered something certainly dirty, and he reared back, paused, and rammed into her, not hard exactly, but firmly, getting in her as far as he could, then did it again. She gasped and squirmed and bit his body gently where she could reach. He couldn't believe what was happening. He fucked her for as long as he could while she murmured and wiggled fetchingly. When he just couldn't take it any more he told her, "I'm coming." She nodded her head and grabbed his ass with both hands, clenching him into her and kneading his buttocks. He came, and it was very, very pleasant and good. She rested open palms on his ass, breathing heavily, waiting while he came back to himself. Remembering the condom he slipped out and sat back on his knees, watching her face while she rested. She lifted the blindfold up and off, placing it back in the drawer. She smiled again, and he thought to himself he could really get used to that smile. He felt a little bad at being a bit selfish about the whole thing and not helping her with her own satisfaction, and asked while already knowing the answer, "You didn't come?" She did that smiling thing again and said, "That's okay, this was fun." Then she said, in a secretive, playful way: "Next time." The Black Bikini Jazz looked at him from narrowed eyes. "He was the developer Teqi. I remembered him as soon as he appeared at that county planning meeting. The one you refused to attend. I still see no reason why you had to build this area up like this Andy..." He smiled. "You would have preferred it if I just built one big house and left the rest of the area alone? No, I needed you to hate more then me Jasmine. And really, it has helped the area recover in a lot of ways, what I pay in taxes alone helps keep the library more funded then it was. Not to mention better police protection, fire department..." Teqi saw her sister frown, but knew he was right, this town had been dying and the new construction had brought more then just new residents in, it had helped the economic growth of the whole county. "He's right Jazz, and let it go at that. I'm still mad at you for scaring me so bad and as for you..." She turned her eyes to her son. "No video games for a week. You know better Hopper..." Her son looked crestfallen. "Can she do that dad? I mean she is my mom, but can't you over rule her or something?" Andy chuckled. "Sorry son, I'm new at this game, and until I get my bearings I'll leave that up to your mother. Now, why don't you and the boys go play outside while I talk to her?" His eyes flickered to Jazz. "Preferably alone if you please Madame County Commissioner." Jazz shot him a dirty look. "That is Ms. to you Mr. Montrose. What the hell you saw in him Teqi is beyond me, but who am I to talk. Sit here, have your drink and I'll take Hopper home with me tonight. I think you and Andy have some catching up to do." When they were alone, Teqi looked at Andy. "Who told Hopper you were his father?" "I think he guessed, especially when he saw the den. There are a few family photos of me as a boy there, and there was no hiding the resemblance. I've spent most of the day answering his questions about when, why, the whole gambit. He's a smart boy Teqi, you've done well with him, and I only wish I had been here to help. I would have if things hadn't gone the way they did. Lord knows I've wanted to come back a hundred times, but never could for one reason or another. Then I got word about the Cove being put up for sale and I knew it was time I did. So, I bought the land, and sold lots to get the money back. But I always knew that my house, our house, would be over our cave..." He reached out and stroked her face. "You still look as gorgeous as you did that night, if not even more so. I didn't want to leave you, I even told dad so, but he was so damn stubborn about it all." His eyes darkened. "I even felt guilty about his heart attack because he had it while we were arguing over you. I told him I didn't want to go back to school, that I was going to come back and find you, going to find you and marry you. He kept calling me a fool. Then he just collapsed. To be honest, after that I tried to forget you for a while, but you kept coming back, and over the years I've tried to picture you married, happy with a good man and a house full of kids. But it never worked, I wanted you to be as alone and unhappy as I was. I almost danced with joy when Jazz told me after one of our debates that you were still single, but raising my son. I wanted to come see you, to tell you I hadn't forgot, but she told me no, to wait until the hassles were over and done. That way it would be better for the commissioners and for me." Teqi smiled. "That sounds like my sister." She rested against his shoulder as he put his arm around her. "You're here now though, and while I am still angry at how you got me here, I am glad you did." Bending his head down, he looked at her. "So am I..." His mouth was hungry and Teqi felt his passion grow with each passing minute, her's grew as well and when he put her hand on the front of his jeans, she began to caress his swollen cock. When he lifted his head, he smiled at her. "Come on, I want to show you something..." "Is it something I've already seen once in my life?" She gave him an almost impish smile. Her body was already reacting to the memories his kiss had produced. He chuckled. "Yeah, actually it is, but I think it needs to be seen again. I know I need to see it again." Taking her hand he led her up a short stair case and into what had to be the master bedroom. On a king sized bed laid a black bikini. "You ran off so fast that it was left behind. My sister took it back to the hotel as a joke, when I found out, I took it away from her, and I've kept it all this time." He smiled sheepishly as he began to unbutton her shirt. "I've had to wash it several times since then, so you'll need to put it back on for a while to get your scent on it again." Teqi looked at him in surprise. "Andy? You haven't been..." His smile grew. "Oh yes I have. Almost constantly right after I left here, and now and then I still like to feel it and think of you in the cave while I jack off. It's all I had honey, give me a break okay?" As she nodded, he grinned. "Then will you put it on for me? I remember how hard I got seeing you in it that day. I was torn between meeting the guy from the pier and working on some way to get you out of it before the sun went down." Teqi looked at the bikini and considered. "It's been twelve years; it may not fit the same. I've taken good care of myself, but still..." He was kissing her throat now as he slipped her shirt off her shoulders. "Andy, you're not letting me think..." "I know, come on, and try it on, I can be as stubborn as Jazz..." The threat in his voice was clear. "Or I could call and have her come back to help me convince you..." The last thing Teqi wanted right then was her sister to come back to the house. "Oh god, okay, I'll put it on." Reaching it down, she scooped it up and headed in to what looked like a bathroom. "Be right back." "Can't I watch?" "No, not till I know how it fits, you're going to have to suffer." In the bathroom, she looked at the bikini and considered. Fine, she might as well, she decided finally. Undressing the rest of the way, she looked at her body in the full length mirror. Actually her body wasn't much different, maybe even better since she had been running, working out at the gym, and watching her diet. She did know her breasts were bigger and as she put on the top, she knew that was true. It barely covered her now. The panties weren't as bad. And when she came out, she found Andy lying on the bed, nude and looking as good as she remembered. "Uh, thinking ahead?" He stroked himself and grinned, "wishful thinking?" His eyes moved up and down her body, and there was no missing his cock trying to expand even more. "Oh my god honey, yes. That is so hot; tell me does your pussy still get so hot and steamy?" It was her turn to look up and down him. "Hmm, maybe you should find out for yourself." He didn't need a second invitation. Scrambling off the bed, he pulled her to him and shoved his fingers into the bikini bottom. "Oh God yes, so much like a rainforest, but more bare...I like the deforestation." His fingers slipped up and down her wet slit. Kissing her with a hunger she hadn't felt since the first time they had been together, he shoved a finger into her pussy and began to finger fuck her roughly. "Oh my god Teqi, you're so tight, I swear you're tighter then you were the first time I fucked you. God, get on the bed, I been so hungry for you for so long." She laid back and he worked with fumbling fingers to pull the panties off her. Finally the fabric ripped and he tossed it aside. Teqi barely had time to breathe as he shoved both his thumb and finger into her pussy and ass at the same time while his lips clamped down on her clit. "Oooh my God Andy, yes, been so damn long...do it Andy, fuck me the way you did the first time." She began pushing her pussy into his face and grabbing at his head to keep him there. It had been a while since she had played with herself and she felt her cum begin to build the harder he bit and finger fucked her two holes. "Oh Lord, Andy, yes, so good, so wonderful, I'd almost forgotten how wonderful this was..." She was getting so close now, her body remembering his touch and how he had made her feel. As the waves began to break over her, she arched her body and flooded his face. "Andy, I...I'm cumming..." He jammed his finger into her harder and as she came he pulled them out quickly to replace his thumb with his cock. As with his fingers; he slammed his cock into her with out stopping; "how long baby, how long since you've felt a cock in you, it doesn't matter, but I need to know." "Not since you fucked me Andy, there hasn't been anyone but my fingers since you. Never met a man who made me feel the way you did." "Oh my god baby, so nice to hear, well that will change now, I've wanted you for so long and now I've got you again. I'm going to fill you every night for the rest of our lives, going to fuck this luscious pussy over and over. Oh lord, so fucking tight, I'm going crazy inside you. It feels so good grabbing at me." He kissed her savagely and gripped her ass as he pounded harder and harder into her. When he was close, she felt him groan. "Yes baby, lift your ass to meet me, slam that pussy on to my boiling cock. I'm going to cum Teqi; I'm going to fill your pussy with my hot cum. Oh my fucking god, yes, here it come Teqi. I'm filling you with it, filling the only pussy I've ever really wanted these past years..." Teqi felt her own body go over again and decided now was not the time to tell him they had done it again. Not having sex had given her no reason for birth control and he hadn't bothered with a condom. Not that she was sure if she was in her fertile period. Well, they would know in about six weeks and if she was, well, they would worry about it then. In the mean time, she would revel in his love making and let Hopper get to know his father, but she was sure either way, they would finally be together.