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What She Needs

By: kajira_girl



Chapter 1 

It was mid afternoon and David was unloading the surfboards from his truck when she pulled up to the house next door. He couldn't help but stop and look, it was always interesting to check out the new weekly renters. 

Owning in this small vacation town one never knew what might move in temporarily next door. You had wild young college kids looking to party; single families with three or six screaming bratty kids; multiple young or older retired couples just looking for a get away. It was luck of the draw either way.

This girl was young, and for the time, it seemed alone. She got out and looked around, looking down at her paper and then up at the house. Here it came again, why hadn't the rental agency hung the sign up yet. She looked over at him and smiled; he knew she wanted to ask, so he made it simple on her.

"If you are looking for 'Gone Fishin' then you found it." He started to walk over closer, to help his voice carry over the breeze and humming traffic.

"Oh, thank you. They really should put the name on it, or the number."

He rolled his eyes slightly, nodding; he heard it about twice a month. 

He had his short board tucked under his arm. For some reason he took in a deep breath, pulling in his stomach and straightening his stance. It must have been the sweet look this younger attractive woman was giving him.

"How is the surf?"

"Choppy, been a waste of time for the past few days, sadly." He noticed the surf racks on her SUV, but they were empty.

She just shrugged, "I don't surf; its just kinda a force of habit to ask, seeing the board. My ex...." She looked down as her voice trailed off.

"Anyway, thank you." She started to turn away then turned back, smiling. "My name's Laura. I will be here for a month. You can relax about having multiple new neighbors."

Her smile was like bright rays of sun on an early morning. He took the moment to really drink her in, long copper and gold waves swayed around her shoulders, drifting down to her tiny waist and well formed rear. She was in shape, not the athletic build, but tiny and refined with proportionate toning to her muscles. The small tan tank top offered just a glimpse of her flat belly and the light caught off a jewel in her navel. His eyes travelled up and down, and his smile widened at her simple beauty. The way those short cut-offs stopped in just the right place on her thighs, and the cling of her top to perfectly shaped breasts; he assumed they were real, not small, but not overly done and huge hanging off her. 

He set the board against his house and walked over, stepping across the small decorative rope separating the two properties, extending his hand.

"David....pleased to meet you."

Her grasp was strong, but feminine; he was impressed.

"How did you guess I was a local?'

"Well, I have vacationed here since I was a little girl. You kinda get to know these things." Again that warm ray of early sunshine.

Now, this close, he could see how bright green her eyes were, completely mesmerizing. They seemed to glow from with in, and her face was like fine porcelain, delicate, angelic. "Since a little girl," the phrase made him smile; she looked like she was barely twenty-one.

She looked down; there was a pause for a bit.

"This is my first time down here alone." Her tone was a bit sad; then she looked up with a shocked look, realizing she had just told a stranger she would be alone here.

"Mighty big house not to share" Trying to offer her a quick way to salvage herself,

She didn't miss a beat, "well, I have friends and my dad dropping in from time to time while here." Her smile returned.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask, ok Laura?

"Thank you, David, very kind of you."

He turned and walked off leaving her to check into the home and get settled in. Laura quickly fussed at herself. How stupid, Laura. He may seem like a dad, but he is a stranger. 

She let herself in and wandered through the large home. On the first level there was a bed room, a theatre room, a pool table and wet bar. The rec room was done up in a bar motif, coke signs, a surf board with a bite missing from it labeled with "Landshark." She walked out to the pool and hot tub, dipping her foot into the water as she took a deep breath of the salt air, then headed back in.

Making her way to the second level there were three bedrooms and a laundry area. Each room was done in fish themes, the one kid's room had Nemo and all his friends painted on the walls. It was cute. Winding up the stairwell, she went to the top level with the living area and king sweet. 

Her breath caught in her chest as she looked out over the view. The one wall looking out was nothing but windows. The house she was staying in was across the beach road from the ocean, and sat perfectly between two other houses. Her view of the rolling waves and foamy white caps was unobstructed. She sighed and smiled, for the first time in five months, she finally felt no stress and nothing but good vibes went through her.

She couldn't help but laugh at the huge Blue Marlin hanging on the wall across from the windows. The kitchen was huge and well stocked.

Laura pushed through the double doors into the master suite and was in awe. A large four posted king bed was dressed in lush satin coverings of a beautiful bright aqua. Picturesque scenes of sail boats and beaches hung on the walls. She stood there for a moment then felt like a school girl as she lunged into the big fluffy bed and thick pillows, giggling as she rolled around on it.

After laying there a moment, she sat up and headed into the bathroom, again laughing as she looked at the huge soaker tub with jets and large walk in shower. It even had a bench!

"My God! You could get four or five people in here!"

Walking back into the living area she decided to unload the car and then call her dad while unpacking. 

She hurried down the stairs and out to her truck, bringing in bags and some of the groceries she had brought with her. She had made note of the nearest grocery store when she came through, deciding she could go this evening or tomorrow morning.

The cooler was the only item left in the truck, and she looked over at her neighbor hosing down some lawn furniture as she went to get it. David was quite handsome for an older man and in shape too. He had that older sophisticated look going for him with salt and pepper hair. She could tell it had once been almost jet black and still held most of its color. What amazed her were the bright blue eyes. They reminded her of a perfectly cloudless mid day in spring. To keep that bright hue in his older years was astonishing. 

Laura watched him for a moment. She chuckled somewhat, from here she really would have thought he was late twenties or early thirties. He was wearing bright green and grey board shorts that came fully to his knees, just like the younger guys wore; and his bare chest and back glistened in the suns light. She could see the muscles rippling. Her breath caught in her chest, and she quickly turned her head and blushed at having looked him over like that. Good Lord, Laura, he's gotta be 30 years older than you. But he certainly didn't seem like it from here.

As a matter fact a jeep full of young girls honked and hollered at him as they drove by. Laura laughed and saw him look up shake his head and run his fingers through his hair. 

She quickly turned and started to pull out the cooler from the back of her SUV. She had loaded it and been able to get it in there, but the thought of carrying it up the two flights of stairs made her take a deep breath and sigh in early frustration.

She heaved it out of the truck and waddled to the house, plopping it down at the door and releasing the breath she was holding in. Laura wasn't a wimp by any means; actually she had more physical strength than most of her friends, even the guys, but she also had a bad habit of over doing things. That meant packing as well.

As she took another deep breath to lift it again, she heard a voice over her shoulder.

"I said if you needed anything to just ask."

Tucking a loose curl behind her ear she straightened up and smiled to him.

"I can manage. I have all day to move that thing up each step one at a time. I am on vacation after all. Besides, I didn't want to impose on my first day."

He smiled and shook his head, lifting the cooler as she opened the door for him. He headed up the stairs knowing this house very well. It was identical to his. 

Most houses around here are all built in the same manner; party on the first level, beds on the second, and family rooms and lovely views up top. But in this particular instance, the four houses that sat in this row were all exactly the same model. David almost bought this house, but he wanted some extra features and his house wasn't completely finished at the time of purchase.

He sat the cooler by the fridge and looked over to Laura.

"Did you pack your neighbors fridge also? We do have grocery stores on the island."

She laughed, "I know that. But I had a lot of stuff that would have gone bad. I don't like waste."

"Makes sense."

He laughed seeing the Marlin hanging on the wall, "I was with him when John caught that thing. Almost pulled him into the water."

"I just figured they bought it from one of those beach furniture places."

"No, John is an avid fisherman. That's why he and his wife bought this place. Though I have only met her twice. He comes here, and she goes to New York to shop." 

She joined him in laughter.

"When my father comes down, we are going out deep water fishing. I chartered the boat before I booked the house." She laughed softly. "I hope to catch one that size. Hell, I'll be happy with a good size Cobia."

"At this point, I am just happy to go out and hit a good school of tuna. They fight and are fun, and I enjoy the meat better."

She nodded in acknowledgement. "I've never caught tuna either; just the little things in the bay, spot, flounder, rock fish can be fun."

He looked down at his watch; then smiled back up to her. Laura was struck again by how handsome he was.

"Well, again, if you need anything, please let me know. I am usually around."

"I'll see you out, and thank you."

She followed him down to the lower level and said good bye as she shut the door. Pulling out her cell phone she dialed her dad and went back up stairs.

He asked about the drive down, the weather, the house. She answered all of his questions and they talked about who would be coming down next weekend and if she was going to head over to the cove to check on the boat charter for the weekend he came down. 

"Oh and Dad, you will be happy to know there is an older man that lives next door, a local. He's been very nice and helped with the cooler. So your little girl has someone to help her." She smiled into the phone, wondering at what age she would be old enough that he wouldn't worry and think she needed help.

"Well, that's good. You know I wasn't crazy about you going down there by yourself...not for a whole month anyway."

"I know Daddy, but I needed it."

"I know sweetie. These have been hard days for all of us, but you especially."

There was a long silence and then he spoke up, "I love you, Laura. Have fun and call me regularly, ok?"

"Sure thing Daddy. I love you, too."

They hung up and she headed back into her bedroom to unpack her bags and begin the unwinding.



(author's note - this is my first submission in this category...please give me feedback. sorry no sex in this one, but keep reading)

What She Needs: An Intro



“What she needs is to find a guy like you,” Cindy said smiling.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, you got me straightened out. I can sleep without pills, no more antidepressants…, I feel so much better about my self….

Cindy was right. Although she knew how to be professional in her public life, she was a mess when I met her. Although still cute at forty-one with her curly blonde hair, a new breast job, and girlish petite figure, she had been dating a bunch of guys who had just wanted to fuck her and forget her. She had been married twice, with two daughters, one who was twenty-two and another who was eighteen, each born by different fathers who didn’t give a shit about them. Cindy was easy. I fucked her on our first date. She was a hot little piece of tail. She just needed a guy who knew how to handle her, give her a little discipline.

Like I said Cindy was easy. I met her on the Internet. She seemed okay the first time I met her face to face, very together. It was obvious she had met people this way before. She played it safe with me, she seemed a little stiff at first, even distant. We traded horror stories about meeting people on the Internet. I told her how one woman used a ten-year-old picture, before she had gained forty pounds. She told me how one of her friends had gone out with a guy and he raped her. She had a hard time looking directly at me. She worked in Human Resources and I am sure that had an effect on her behavior. You know how those human resources types are, they want to know all about you but never give out much information about themselves. She liked me though. Not in a friendly way, but in a, “I am thinking about how it would be to fuck you” sort of way. I could tell. That was why she was constantly averting her eyes. She didn’t want to give herself away. That was why she was always squirming in her chair; she was feeling it between her legs. I never let on that I new. We had a drink and a sandwich and I asked her if she would like to go out that Saturday. She said yes, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

We had dinner and went to listen to some music on that first date. I asked her about some of the men in her life. I figured she had had enough liquor to loosen up. She blamed her first divorce on herself. That was refreshing. Few women do. The second divorce she blamed on his infidelity. The last guy she dated apparently would have rather played golf than stay in bed with her. I didn’t comment, but to say that a guy would be foolish to leave her alone in bed to play golf. Her pupils dilated when she heard that. I could sense that these men had probably been intimidated by Cindy’s sex drive. She obviously was a woman who needed fucking often and well no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Some men are afraid of that. I am not.

We got up to leave. I led the way. She followed me to the car. I went around to her side and opened her door. She got in without even looking at me. 

Back at my place I got out of the car and walked to the door. Cindy got out on her own and followed me. Once inside I fixed her a drink and we sat on the sofa and chatted. With her glass almost empty, I took it from her and took her hand and stood her up. It was the first time I had touched her. She knew what for and we kissed. She could feel my cock stiffen against her belly and she began to grind herself against it. I broke the kiss and took her hand to lead her to my bedroom. She pulled back and said no, it was too soon. I just pulled her petite little ass harder, down the hall, into my room and flung her on her back on the bed. She raised up on her elbows and said she really didn’t want to do this. I quickly reached up under her skirt and in one motion pulled her pantyhose and panties from her hips to her ankles. I told her she was lying and leaned over her and kissed her softly at first and then let my tongue slip from between my lips and into hers. My tongue then made a soft fucking motion as hers fought back. I told her that she could tell her friend how she was raped on an Internet date now and I turned her over. I reached into my slacks and pulled out my cock, aiming it at her ass. I didn’t have to guess, I knew she was wet as my dick slipped easily into her pussy from behind. Her ankles restrained by the pantyhose. I took her arms and pulled them behind her. Slipping my belt out of my slacks I tied them together and flipped her over on her back again. I made her suck me until I came in her mouth and to my surprise she eagerly swallowed. The woman who was awhile ago chatting away so coolly, so professionally was now tied up on my bed and acting like a slut. Within five minutes of the first time I had ever touched her I had my cock in her pussy. I fucked her till she was too sore to walk that night. She must have cum at least five or six times. She woke me twice before morning, playing with my dick, wanting to be fucked again.

Cindy was the kind of women who needed that from a man, a man who didn’t take no for an answer, who took what he wanted, who led the way and made her want to follow him. I knew she was a slut and I treated her like it. That is what I gave her. It made her feel wanted, cared for, and let her be the slut she always tried to keep hidden away.

Back at lunch I listened as Cindy kept talking.

“I’ve been thinking. I really wish you would move in. I need some help with Ashley, she really needs a guy like you to straighten her out,” Cindy said.

Ashley was her youngest daughter. She was typical for her age, pierced tongue, black lipstick; you know the type, a real pain in the ass for a working mom. If you gave her a bath and washed her hair she would favor Cindy more than Natalie the older daughter. Ashley was short, petite, her tits were just buds, barely swelling through her t-shirts. She had a quick temper and a smart mouth, probably a lot like her mother in her younger days.

“You mean like I straightened out Natalie?” I responded.

Cindy bowed her head to hide her embarrassment.



What She Needs Ch. 02



Chapter 2 (day 2..golf...gas leak...Maria)

Laura rubbed the sleep from her green eyes as she rolled away from the window in her bedroom. Looking at the clock she was surprised to see it was only 7:30 in the morning. She normally was a sleepy head that could let the day pass as she slumbered with wonderful dreams. She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, after all, she was on vacation.

After several minutes, she sighed and tossed back the covers. She climbed out of bed and went straight over to fetch a bathing suit, no point in putting on clothes to only change again later. 

"Does anyone really need this many bathing suits?" She muttered to herself looking through them all. 

The plan was to lounge around the pool today, nothing really on her mind but to read a book and work on a tan. With that thought in mind she chose a small string bikini. It was a slate grey with a large rose covering one breast and also the small bit of material that covered her round ass. As all women do, she checked out her bare body in the full length mirror, making a little face as she pushed her tits up and together. They weren't tiny, but she wouldn't have minded bigger ones.

After tying the bikini in place and pulling over a thin white sun dress, she brushed her teeth and long red mane, choosing to tame the wild curls in a twist at the back of her head.

In the kitchen she started a pot of coffee and pulled out a bagel and cream cheese. Laura looked through the mass of books she had brought with her and picked a mystery out. She would loose herself in the "who done it" and soft core sex while basking in the sun.

Taking her coffee, bagel, and book out on the top deck at the front of the house she sat down in a pink Adirondack chair and propped her bare feet up on the railing. She needed a pedicure, isn't it funny how women think of those things at the strangest times. The ocean was beautiful as the sun crept up from the lulling waves.

Laura isn't sure what made her look over to David's house, but there he was standing at the railing of his own deck, coffee cup in hand. He waved to her and made his way to the small gap between the houses since she was seated near by.

"Get settled in ok?" He called over.

She took a sip of her coffee and smiled. "Yup, went to the store yesterday afternoon."

David laughed, "Oh really? I hope you didn't buy anything that needed refrigeration."

"Of course I did! I have two fridges here." She teased then took a bite of her bagel.

David looked down at a Hummer pulling into his driveway, two other men climbed out of the vehicle.

Laura stood and leaned forward looking at them as David spoke up, "My clubs are at the door, I am on my way down."

The one guy just waved without looking up, the other man looked to Laura with a smile.

"Nine AM tee time." David said.

"Ahhhh....to be retired." Laura then grumbled at herself; she had just made an assumption and hated to be that kind of person.

"I wouldn't know. I just made some good life decisions and now sit back and watch the money roll in." 

He didn't seem upset by her statement, but she added quickly, "I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"Makes sense, I'm an old guy that is off to play golf. Enjoy your day, Laura."

As he turned to head back in she called behind him, "Have fun, David."

He stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder, a sneer on his lips, "We play for a hundred a hole, fun has nothing to do with it."

She sat there with her jaw dropped as he slid the door closed. Ok, so she assumed he was probably well off living in that house, but really? A hundred dollars per hole? That was a lot of money.

She looked down and watched him shake hands with the guys and climb into the truck, a quick look up to her as he did. She picked up her book and took another bite of her bagel as they drove off.

"Who's the hot thing sitting up on that deck?" Mark asked as he maneuvered the Hummer out onto the road.

"Her name is Laura, and she is young enough to be any one of our daughters."

"Not mine," Steve quickly spoke up, "She never looked that good."

They three laughed and then Steve asked, "Is she there by herself?"

"Yes, for the most part. She will be having friends stopping by while she is here. She is staying for a month."

"Wow! A month! Lucky man, David." Mark spewed.

David just took a deep breath and ignored his friend. It wasn't that Mark wasn't right. David had lay in bed last night and thought about how 

beautiful she was, and that she was completely alone over there. He was even happy that she would be around for a month. But that was a better option than Mr. and Mrs. Smith with their four kids that kept throwing toys over the fence into his pool.

He enjoyed the morning of golf, even though he lost a total of 400 dollars. Getting back to the house he joked with the guys. Mark was pushing to come in for a beer; David knew he was just hoping for a shot at seeing or talking to Laura. Steve was just smiling and shaking his head; he had that look that said, "what are you gonna do, he's Mark." Truth is Steve wouldn't have minded the beer and view either.

"Fine, come on in. I suppose you will want a sandwich as well."

"That would be great, David."

They got their beers and sandwiches and headed out to the back deck. Just like Mark was hoping, Laura was laid out by the pool. She was stretched out on a lounge chair offering her backside for view. Even David gasped. It looked as though she had pulled the bottoms up her ass cheeks higher to maximize the tan, and the strings of her top were undone. 

She looked so sexy with the red curls twisted up on her head, the random breeze catching the loose curls and swishing them about her face. But she also looked cute and young as she laid there with her lower legs bent up over her, crossing her ankles and lightly kicking the air randomly as she read her book.

David took a long drink of his beer and found it hard to pull his eyes away from her.

Mark spoke up first, "Damn. I am going to have to spend more time over here for the next month."

"Not on your life. I won't have you drooling all over that little girl."

"I think you are missing the point of having money, David. Girls like that are looking for a sugar daddy. And men like us get to walk around with women that are way to young and way to hot for us just because we can buy them all the things those stupid boys their age can't afford."

David looked at Steve, then to Mark, "You know, I have known you for fours years now, and while I knew you were a man whore, I did not know you were a scumbag."

Steve damn near spit out the mouth full of beer at the comment, his eyes were wide and he just started to laugh. 

Mark just shrugged and laughed with them.

The sad thing was Mark was right, and David knew it. Mark wasn't in as good as shape as him, had not held his looks as well as David, but he always had pretty young girls hanging on his arm. Mark would change them out, and David knew first hand that Mark had even had three women all in their early thirties at once. 

But David had never really been that guy. He didn't hide that he was well off. He had come from nothing and worked hard for what he had now, but he also didn't flaunt it or use it to lure women either. He dated often, mostly locals, and yes, they were usually ten years younger than him. He even had a couple of lovely ladies in some of his vacation areas that would keep him company when he visited. He never thought of them as arm candy though, and if he got the impression they were getting close to him just to live comfortably; he would be open and honest about his desire to stay single and often end the relationship. He just didn't want anyone to get hurt, him or the woman.

David watched Laura reach back and tie the strings of her bikini, dainty fingers followed the slender curve of her sides to slip under the little bit of material of her bottoms and pull it free from the crack of her ass. Once she was adjusted she sat up, pulled the long waves of hair free from their holder and walked over to the pool. 

He expected her to slowly step into the pool, but instead she pushed off and dove into the water perfectly, with almost no splash at all. She swam under the water to the far end, picturesque and beautiful as the water swirled and rippled over her. As she broke the surface, her head leaned far back and a small hand wiped the water from her face. She clung to the edge of the pool in the deeper end, legs kicking under her. 

It was then that she noticed the men. She lifted her hand up and waved rather nonchalantly. David just waved back and smiled.

She turned in the pool and swam back along the surface to the steps at the shallow end. Leaving the water, he noticed the gorgeous sway to her hips as she slowly took each step. The normally shinning copper hair was now a deep red and it clung to her dripping body in all the right places. Laura didn't bother to grab a towel, choosing to just lie back down on her back, replacing her sunglasses and letting the sun and warm air dry her.

David quickly shook his head, and became flushed. He was hard, and he was embarrassed about it.

"Ok guys, seen enough? I need to see to emails. One of us still works."

Mark very noticeably adjusted himself, smiling slyly at David.

"Oh, you consider what you do work? Interesting." Steve chuckled as he turned and headed inside, Mark following.

After they had left David headed down to his office and sat at his desk, replying to emails, approving orders, and transferring funds from one account to other property accounts.

Then he leaned back in the plush leather chair and thought about the beautiful girl next door and how he had reacted to her. It became clear to him, and he shoved back from his desk and proclaimed aloud as if to dismiss it. "I am man, a sexually active man. Makes sense that a hot woman would give me that reaction. And no matter how young, she is a woman."

As he started to leave his office the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"David, how have you been?"

God, why did women do this? It was clearly to see if he could pick her voice out. To judge if he remembered her; or how many others there might be. 

It was a younger voice, and familiar. Keep her talking, He thought, you'll figure it out.

"You know me, can't complain. How about you?" 

"Missing you, actually, I am in town for a few days on business. The Holiday Inn's computers crashed."

Maria! Oh hell, she was fun...and wild.

"Oh? You want to get dinner or just skip to the wild sex?"

She chuckled on the end of the line, "I am having dinner with a client. I will be at your place at ten."

"Sounds perfect."

He hung up the phone and went to take a shower and check on the wine selection.

Shortly before ten David's doorbell rang. He was actually surprised Maria had bothered. He went down to the middle level and opened the door. To his amazement it was Laura.

"I am so sorry to bother you, but I keep smelling gas in the house and the maintenance people walked me through some stuff on the phone, but it hasn't helped. They won't send someone out till tomorrow morning. Could you possibly look? It's the fireplace."

Poor thing looked frazzled as if she could cry any moment.

"Sure, come on."

As they walked over she couldn't help but notice how nice he looked at such a late hour. And he smelled good also, spicy and musky, a cologne, not just his deodorant. 

When they entered the house David quickened his steps. There was defiantly gas leaking. He hurried over to the fireplace, got down on his knees and looked down under the logs. The pilot had gone out, so the gas was just leaking.

"They told me to push that button a couple times or try sticking a lighter in there."

"They told you WHAT?!"

His shock and concern was obvious. She could have blown herself to shreds. And if she had waited till the morning for them to come by she would have been dead. He would speak to John about the imbeciles at the rental agency.

Laura's eyes were wild at his outburst. She even took a step back.

"I'm sorry, Laura. But that could have caused an explosion. Open some windows up here. I am going to go outside and cut off the main line to the house. You can stay at my place for an hour while this gas clears out. It will give you headache or make you sick."

She obediently went around opening windows and then joined him outside. As they walked up to his house, there was a red Camero sitting in his driveway.

"Are you expecting company?" Laura stopped and looked at him.

"Yes, but it is fine."

Laura continued on with him, not thinking much about it. Assuming it was another golfing buddy.

They walked inside and up to the top floor. Maria sat there with two glasses of wine already poured.

"Was wondering where you were." She eyed Laura suspiciously, but graciously stood and offered out her hand. "Maria. Pleased to meet you."

Laura shook it and smiled to her, answering the unasked question that was prevalent on Maria's face. "Laura. I am renting the home next door and had a small gas leak."

She looked to David, those emerald eyes so soft and sweet. "And I am also intruding. Thank you David, but I am sure the house will be aired out shortly."

"Non sense, stay. No way can we have you falling into the hands of the horrible doctors here on the island." Maria was quick to offer.

David just stood and let the women hash it out; neither would listen to him anyway.

"They aren't that bad, Maria." He headed over to the kitchen to get Laura a glass. As He reached for a wine goblet, it occurred to him he had no idea if she was even old enough to drink.

"Laura would you like a glass of wine? Or I have tea and coke."

Laura looked at the wine in Maria's glass; it looked like a blush of some sort. Anything other than red was fine by her. She was afraid to go back to the house just yet anyway. She would have one glass then let them have their privacy.

"Wine would be nice, thank you."

As he filled the goblet and handed it to Laura, Maria started the conversation. David took a seat on the couch near her leaning back into the lush pillows; his arm draping across the back of the couch. Maria leaned back to nestle into the crook of his arm, placing her hand on his thigh. He watched Laura's eyes follow her hand then back up to meet his own blue orbs. He couldn't read her expression. If she were uncomfortable he couldn't tell. 

"So Laura, you seem awfully young to be vacationing by yourself?"

"Maria..." David chimed in quickly but Laura interjected.

"It's ok, David. I don't mind."

Truth is, David had been wondering the same thing; her age, stature, why all alone.

She smiled innocently and then stated matter-of-factly as if she were answering in a court of law to a prosecutor, "I am 23. My mother passed away four months ago and I am using some of the insurance money to just get away from all the crap that has been happening lately. I didn't want to worry about entertaining anyone else or having to answer a million times over if I was ok and how I was coping with it. I have some friends that will come down for a day or two, and my father of course for a fishing trip." 

She looked to David as she added the last part.

There was an odd silence for a bit. David watched as Laura drank from her glass; if she wasn't accustomed to wine, again, he couldn't tell. She made no face after the drink and continued to sip from it as any wine aficionado would.

Looking at her now in those short sweat shorts and loose tank, his mind quickly pulled the image of her in that bikini emerging from the pool. He shifted slightly on the couch.

It was Maria that broke the silence, "I am sorry to hear that Laura. You seem to have a clear idea of what you need to get through such a time, quite mature of you. Most your age would have just gone and blown the money on a car and memorial tattoo."

Laura chuckled softly, "My mom hated tattoos. She would haunt me if I got one in her memory." Deciding to change the subject, Laura asked, "do you live here as well?"

"No, I wish though. I am from Charlotte, but I vacation here, and in my line of work, computers and programs, I have clients here and need to maintain their systems from time to time. I met David here two years ago installing a system in one of his offices."

The two women chatted back and forth, not anything of true importance, which was horrible for David. He was hoping for some more information about his young neighbor.

Finally Laura stood and set her glass down. "I should get out of yall's hair. The house should be clear by now. Thank you again, David, and it was nice meeting you, Maria."

David started to rise.

"No, David, I can see myself out. Enjoy your night."

As she headed out and over to her own house, she couldn't help but notice how young Maria was. Laura guessed she was late thirties or early forties, and beautiful. It was clear they had a romantic relationship. Laura's mind spun around how handsome David looked and that obviously he would date someone just as attractive. She closed the windows and stripped down, curling up in bed.

"She's cute." Maria had that wicked smile on her lips.

David took the near empty wine glass from her hand, turned her head to his and pressed his lips to hers. He wasted no time slipping his hand around her full breast and squeezing it. They both knew what she was here for. Maria was one of the few that fully understood he wanted to be single, and had no issues with it. They had great sex and got along. They were both content to let the relationship be what it was.

She too took haste to undo the buttons on his shirt, sliding it from his shoulders, letting her light fingers dance across his cut arms and defined chest. 

He pulled her shirt off over her head, smiling as the long ebony strands fell back around her shoulders and lush breasts encased in pink lace. Both hands reached up and squeezed them, thumbs rubbing over the nipples that were already hard. His eyes were dark with lust as he stared down her cleavage. He couldn't resist; he pushed his face down into the heaven and began licking and kissing the lovely curves. 

Maria moaned in delight, her fingers running up through his once midnight black hair. 

"Oh David, yes. God how I have missed you."

"I've missed you also, darling."

His hands moved up under her skirt and started rubbing against her warm mound through her panties. He was hard and needed her now. He was in no mood for foreplay tonight. Grabbing her ass he lifted her up to him, she gripped him tight with her legs curling around his waist. David stood and carried her into his bedroom, laying her down on the bed.  His hands pushed up her skirt and then pulled her panties down in one quick movement.

Maria spread her legs and looked up to watch him remove his shorts. His body rippled and she licked her full lips wantonly. He stood over her, hands rubbing the inside of her thighs, just looking down over her lace clad tits and the black skirt crumpled around her waist. His thick cock jerked and he moved his eyes up to meet hers. She too had stunning blue eyes. With that black silk flowing from her head and those sky blue gems gleaming up to him, he couldn't stand it anymore. 

Grabbing her legs and lifting her hips up to him, he guided his thick cock into her wet pussy and began to push further into her, smiling as he watched the pleasure show on her face. His thrusting grew harder, faster. She wasn't here to make love, and he knew it. They both got what they needed from each other. Maria enjoyed a hard fuck, and well, he enjoyed having a woman that wasn't expecting him to attend to her emotions or sensitive side.

With his hips rocking, he continued to pound inside of her wet sex. His grip was strong on her hips, holding her up and assuring she wasn't pushed away from him on the bed. 




What She Needs Ch. 02



Her moans were growing louder. "Harder David! Please, fuck me!"

Grunting in rhythm with his thrust, a deep sound that blended well with her cries and moans of pleasure, "You like that? You need to be fucked don't you, Maria? That's it darling, cum on my cock!"

She rolled her head back and forth in ecstasy as he constantly rammed inside of her, letting his free hand slide up her belly to squeeze her breast hard. A smile pulled at his lips as he pinched a nipple. He bent down over her and moved the lace to take the nipple in his mouth and roll it through his teeth. Her squeals were the greatest music to him. He did it again, this time biting her harder. 

"Yes! Damnit David, yes!!!"

He smiled as he felt her cum all over his cock, her body twitching under him. He didn't allow her any reprieve though. He just bit down on her nipple harder, suckling pulling at it, flicking it with his tongue. Then he switched to the other nipple and continued to fuck her in wild need. 

Maria could tell he was close, she could feel the swell of his cock, and the way he was thrusting was heated. She clamped her muscles tight around his cock, letting her pussy squeeze on him, begging for his hot cum.

"You ready Maria? You want my cum inside of you? Have I fucked you well enough? That's why you came right? To be fucked?" His voice was deep, husk filled with lust. He was growling into her ear. David knew what did it for her. What would get her off, again.

"Yes...yes..please!" She began to cum again with just his words ringing in her ears.

He trembled over her as his cock twitched inside of her, thick hot cum spurting deep within her slick sex. Both of them rode their orgasms and entangled themselves together. 

David lowered himself down beside her, pulling her in close and holding her. He kissed her red swollen lips deeply and passionately.

"Damn, you are amazing for an old guy." She joked.

He laughed softly with her, panting as he caught his breath. "Funny, I feel out of practice. It's been awhile this time."

"Oh?"

"Yup. I broke it off with Janelle five months ago."

"And no one since? I find that hard to believe."

"Well it isn't like I haven't had offers. I need someone like you to stick around."

Maria leaned up on her side and looked him dead in the eye, her stare hard. "No, what you need is to find someone to love, David. You really want to spend the rest of your life fucking someone just for pleasure?"

"It's working so far, and I don't see you complaining."

Maria rolled her eyes. It was a common conversation for them, and one that never had resolution. As much as she loved him, and as much as he filled a need for her, she in no way wanted a commitment with him either. They didn't have enough in common, and she didn't need his money. That was probably why they worked so well together. But she worried about him.

"Are you staying here with me tonight, or going back to the hotel?"

"Are we done?" Teasing as her fingers trailed across his chest seductively.

David shook his head and pulled her on top of him, "Hell no."



What She Needs Ch. 03



(ok, since this came up....if you arent following the storyline and just want wild sex, there isnt any in this particular chapter. sorry i write for full involvement, not just to get you a quite orgasm...lol) 

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Having woken at five AM, David laid there in bed holding Maria. Her body was warm and entangled around his. He smiled thinking about the wild sex the two had endured throughout most of the night, but his mind kept going back to thoughts of Laura. He wanted to talk to John about the gas problem first thing, though he was sure his friend wouldn't want a call this early.

David slowly untangled himself from Maria, slipped on a pair of jogging shorts and made his way out to the kitchen. He started the coffee and went downstairs to get his paper. He was shocked to see Laura coming out of her house.

"Morning David." She called, smiling as she noticed the red car still parked out front.

"Morning. Why are you up so early?"

"Couldn't sleep, I figured I would take a jog." She was putting in ear buds as she continued out to the main road. Laura waved and then took off. 

My God, her ass is nice in those shorts. He watched her continue down the road a bit then headed back up stairs.

Rich Columbian blend filled the house and Maria was there pouring two cups. She slid his over to him; black, "why ruin good coffee," is what he would always say. Maria on the other hand, liked a little coffee with her creamer.

"Why even bother, Maria? It's not coffee once you are done with it." He laughed.

She only sneered at him, took the political section from the paper and sat down at the table.

He once again looked at the clock, still too early to call his friend about the house. He sat across from her and looked for the local section. Both sat quietly sipping coffee and reading the paper. This was the reason why their relationship worked the way it did, and they both were content with it.

When Maria had finished her second cup of coffee she walked over and kissed his forehead, "I'll call you later."

He sat there at the table and watched her disappear down the steps. How could two people that had been so hot for each other last night be so cold to the other's emotions in the daylight.

He looked again at the clock, "Ahh...screw it. I'll just wake him."

David went down to the second floor and into his office. After flipping through the rolodex and finding the number he needed, he picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello?"

"John, it's David. I hope I didn't wake you."

"Nope, been up for an hour. Damn grandbaby is here and that little girl just does not sleep. What's up?" 

David told John about the issue with the gas, and that the rental company still had not put up the house sign. John was rather angered and mentioned the contract with that company was up for renewal. He asked if David had any recommendations; David said he would ask around. They talked about the weather and fishing; when John would be back down; what had happened to Janelle. 

As David was about to say his goodbyes, John asked, "So is she hot?"

"Who?" David seemed confused.

"The little girl next door."

"My God, John. She is barely old enough to drink!"

"Wasn't the question I asked."

"You're a sick fuck, you know that?"

"I'm gonna take that as a yes."

"Why would that be a yes?"

"Cause if she were fat or ugly, you would have said rather quickly, 'no, she's not my type.' Being defensive means you are guilty of naughty thoughts about a girl that could be your daughter. Wonder if I should come down personally to check on that gas issue."

"Bye John, see you in two months."

Both men laughed as the phones were hung up.

David quickly checked the surf report on his computer, and with a wide smile on his lips, he headed up to change. It had been bad surf for five days straight and today promised to break that cycle.

After changing he grabbed some toast and another quick cup of coffee then back downstairs. He was strapping the boards to the top of his LandRover when he looked up and saw Laura jogging back up the drive. He waved.

"Gonna try the surf again?" She called.

"I'm heading down south. It's breaking great there." He paused for a brief moment, "Want to join me?"

Laura stopped and thought about it. She didn't really know him, but twice now he had been in her house and had done absolutely nothing to show her harm or give her concern. She also had no plans for the day.

"Ummm, ok. Let me change." She darted into the house.

He finished packing the truck and then locked up his house as she came down the steps from hers, bags and beach towels in tow.

"I packed some bread and lunch meats, figuring we would be gone most of the day."

He laughed as he added her things. "You women are always thinking ahead."

He opened her door for her and Laura looked a bit shocked.

"Yes, I know, not a common gesture among younger fellows."

She just smiled as he walked around and climbed in.

They pulled out onto the road and headed south along the beach road. Laura leaned back and looked at all the huge, brightly painted homes. Every year something around here changed; hard to believe that when she first started coming here as a child, there was almost nothing but dunes and a couple of homes, hotels, and even fewer businesses. She remembered driving back to the mainland for the little grocery store. The big four lane by-pass had been fairly new then and was rarely travelled, but now cars honked and weaved and it seemed every license plate was from out of state. They continued on south to the junction, David merged over into the left lane and turned, heading to another isolated island.

"Have you always lived here, David?" Laura broke the silence.

"No. I vacationed here starting in college. Then my wife and I continued to come down several times a year. My kids grew up spending most of their summers here. I am from Hampton originally."

Wow, Laura thought. He had a wife and kids. His kids were probably her age. Was he divorced, widowed? How did he end up here by himself? There was an odd silence as she pondered things.

David picked up on it immediately, "I am divorced. I have two daughters and a son." 

Laura heard what she thought was a hint of bitterness in the last part when he said the word, "son."

"Do your kids live nearby?"

"One daughter, Emily, lives here. She works at the aquarium. My oldest daughter, Samantha, lives in Virginia, and well my son lives anywhere that will give him a free meal and roof over his head. He's the baby of the three and is still finding himself."

"Boys do mature slower than girls." She laughed.

"He's two years older than you and has less maturity than Sam's 11 year old. I would blame his mother, but truth is, I can't say no to him either."

"Well, as you said, he is the baby. I am an only child." Laura got a little angry with herself for saying that. People always assumed an only child to be a spoilt brat and she was far from it. She had never wanted for anything growing up, but her parents made her work for everything she wanted. And now, hearing David talk about his son, she was glad she had been brought up that way.

David pulled her from her thoughts, "It must have been hard to loose your mother."

She nodded silently, turning to stare out at the flat marsh and the quick glimpses of the smooth sound. 

"She went without warning in her sleep. It wasn't like she was sick or anything; she was just....gone."

They drove on in silence, passing the marina and huge fishing boats, crossing the bridge, and making their way onto the small narrow island that was scattered with towering houses on stilts. The stilts offered protection from the flooding from hurricanes and everyone wanted better views of the ocean. Here, a house set in the right position with a tall deck, could see both the sun rise off the ocean and set into the sound.

He wanted to ask her more about herself, but figured she might not want to talk to a stranger about such things, and she seemed to be lost in the surroundings and tranquility of the warm air and humming tires.

David slowed the truck and turned onto one of the narrow paths that took four wheel drive vehicles onto the beach. He maneuvered around other people parked out on the sand, fishing, tanning, kids playing. Then out in a certain section you could see all these people bobbing up and down in the swell of the waves, standing up to ride them in on perfectly honed boards. It was something Laura had never cared to do, but was mesmerized to watch.

Turning his truck and backing up he spun his tires in the sand lowering the rear of the truck. Laura laughed, it reminded her of her father when surf fishing. She climbed out and got set to finding a comfy place to lay out the large double towel she had brought.

"Do you need help, David?"

"No, I got it. You want to learn? The waves are easy right now, and I brought a long board."

"Oh no," she laughed. "My ex used to push me all the time. I have no desire to be shark bait, thank you."

David just laughed attaching the leash to his ankle and tucking his board under his arm, headed to the waters edge. "Suit yourself then. It's a rush."

He paused long enough to watch her pull the little sun dress over her head and settle in on the towel. She was gathering up the long fiery strands and bundling them on top of her head and her body and muscles twisted and rippled in the early morning sun. He shook his head as he dove out into the water and onto his board.

Laura looked up to see him standing at the waters edge, was he just checking her out? As he paddled out she couldn't help but chuckle and think to herself that he too was rather sexy in that moment, shoulder blades turning under his tanned skin, built calves tensed over the tail of the board. She blushed at the thought; then she looked at the other surfers. Most were younger guys and a few kids with their fathers. The waves looked to be knee high and had good even sets to them. With the tide, they would begin to get bigger.

Another truck pulled up beside David's and three guys her age jumped from it. She quickly noticed the license plate, a local.

The driver, a blond looked her over rather strongly, smiling. "You don't surf?"

"Nope."

"Want to learn?"

"I prefer to watch." Laura couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. His hair was cut rather short, but still had a wave to it, and his chest and abs were well defined, a bronzed God that women dreamed about and would worship.

The other two just remarked to themselves and headed to the water. 

"I'm Jesse." He took a couple steps over and extended his hand.

Laura thought it rather smug of him, for all he knew her husband was out in the water. But she shook his hand and smiled sweetly in return.

Taking a guess she asked, "Did you blow off work for the surf?"

"Sure did. We can't all be rich and retired like David." He motioned to the Landrover. "Are you a friend of Emily's?"

Laura couldn't hide her smile. He was trying to figure out if she was intimate with David.

"No, I am staying in the house beside him. You are missing all the great waves Jesse." She teased.

He just shrugged, "I find you better to look at."

"Well that was blunt."

"Momma always told me to tell the truth. Want to have dinner tonight?"

"I'm not in the habit of going out with complete strangers."

That couldn't have been further from the truth. Her ex was a complete stranger when she spent the night with him, and now she was sitting on the beach having driven down with David, another complete stranger.

"By the end of the day, I will ask again, see if your answer changes. David can vouch for me." He obviously wasn't the type of guy used to hearing "no." His smile was cool, easy, and blatantly sexy. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire with it.

David nodded to the two locals as they joined him amid the other surfers.

"Aren't you too old to be out here, David?" Nick called.

"Well I see your brother would rather wipeout on a woman than a decent wave." David smirked back.

"Is she yours? Cause if so, you know he will back off."

"No, just a friend."

Jesse had paddled out to join them as Nick took off on a wave.

"Your brother is getting better."

"Teaching him everything I know. How ya been old man?"

"Still kicking your ass on sets, Jesse."

Jesse laughed. "Well, if I didn't have to work it would be a fair game. So tell me about Laura."

"Not much to tell, I don't know her very well. Just offered to drive her down here for the day. I think she's single."

"I told her you would put in a good word."

David laughed, then turned and paddled away to catch a wave coming.

Laura watched the surfers ride in on waves; paddle back out; dive off the board when they thought they might fall anyway. Watching the kids was really amusing, but as the surf grew bigger, the crowd started to dwindle.

She eventually flipped over onto her belly and reached back to untie the strings of her bikini. She laid her head down and closed her eyes. Lack of sleep and the rhythmic sound of the waves and breeze lulled her to nap. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep when David's voice penetrated her thoughts.

"Falling asleep on the beach can be dangerous."

She lifted her head slightly and started to rise up; his hand pressing to her bare back reminded her of her loose top.

"See..." he chuckled.

"Mmmmm...lucky for me I have you."

"My God, Laura. Did you put on any sunscreen?"

"No, there is some in my bag though. She tied the back straps to her top and sat up. "Will put some on my back?"

Laura continued to watch the waves smiling every time she saw Jesse stand up on a wave. 

David sat down behind her and started to rub her shoulders, he knew what she was looking at. 

"He's a good kid."

Laura laughed, "Kid? He's probably my age."

"A year younger; and you are both kids compared to me. You would be perfectly safe with him if you two were to go out for dinner or such."

"He said you would vouch for him. Did you loose a bet?" She looked over her shoulder as she teased him.

His hands felt wonderful on her shoulders. It was a soft touch, he knew she was already burnt and was trying to be easy. His gentle caress moved down her shoulder blades and followed her spine then out her rib cage. David couldn't help but actually massage her back, not merely slap on the lotion. He thought for a moment her heard her moan and whimper softly. She was leaning forward, offering more of her back, and he quickly found himself rubbing her tiny waist and just at the line of the bottoms to the bikini. He shifted; her skin was so smooth under his fingers and rubbing such a younger beautiful woman was getting to him.

Laura couldn't stop herself from whimpering at his wonderful touch, and as his hands travelled further down her back and out along her waist she felt a soft tremor run through her. She gasped slightly, biting her bottom lip.

"So you think I should go out with Jesse," trying to get her mind from the sensations running through her.

"No, that isn't what I said, but if you are interested in having dinner with him, or getting to know him, then you would be safe. He did ask you out didn't he?"

"Yes, but I am truly not interested in romance while being here."

David just shrugged as he stretched out his legs, leaning back on his hands.

"Ham or turkey?" Laura was desperate to change the subject.

"Ham, please. So when do you have a visitor coming down? Any set plans?"

"My two best friends are coming down Friday through Monday morning, and they basically just want to sit by the pool or on the beach. Maybe I should invite Jesse and his friends over then." She joked as she handed him the sandwich.

"Oh, I can't guarantee he will behave with three beautiful young girls and his buddies egging him on."

They sat and ate their sandwiches, watching the waves crashing upon the shore. Other surfers came in and talked with David about patterns and sets. Laura couldn't help but notice the looks she got. David saw the looks also; he rolled his shoulders back and took in that deep breath again pulling his stomach in. It felt good that people thought he could be with such a hot little thing.

"Are we heading in also?"

"Not unless you need to get home. The sets will return in an hour, I would love to catch them again."

"Fine by me. I'm hot though, wanna come out with me?"

She had stood up and took a couple steps toward the water adjusting the little pink and white bikini. She flashed that sweet angelic smile then turned and took off down the slope to the refreshing water. David drew in a deep breath watching the sexy sway to her hips; that perfectly shaped ass popping. Again he shook his head trying to get the thoughts out of his head that were trying to control his senses. He stood and headed out to join her.

As she splashed into the water she turned to see him dive in behind her, emerging close enough to grab her as a wave unsettled her tiny frame. Wrapping her tight in his strong arms, she also clung to him, pressing her soft curves against his body.

"Never turn your back on the ocean."

She laughed and tickled him as he let go of her, "I was distracted by some old guy going under the surf."

"Old?!" David pushed her under the water, holding onto her arm to be certain not to loose her completely and pulling her back up.

She was laughing when she came back up. They continued to splash and swim in the lull of the waves, talking casually between each other. Her eyes kept darting over to Jesse as he and his brother swam out much further.

David felt a twinge of jealousy and he was shocked at the feeling. He barely knew Laura, and she certainly had shown no interest in him. It must just be a man thing to want something so beautiful to look at you in such ways.

"The sets are picking up, think I will go in and get my board."

Laura swam over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her small bikini clad body and lush breasts to his muscular back, "I don't swim all that well. Mind hauling me in?"

He just laughed at her, "If you don't swim well we shouldn't have come out this far." Truth was, had he known that bit of information he might have taken her out farther.

He swam her in, well beyond where she could have touched, just so he could continue feeling her hold to him tight. Then they walked up the beach together. As she dried off he looked through his phone at an email and a missed call. Seeing her already laying on her back and about to get burnt, he knelt beside her and spoke up.

"Want some sunscreen on you before I go?"

He knew she could easily apply it to her front, but he was hoping she would allow him to rub her down with it. It was again that primal urge of a man that wanted to touch a beautiful woman, and she knew it. 

With a soft smile and nod from her, he leaned over and started applying the sunscreen to her front shoulders and chest, gently moving the thin straps of her bikini to cover as much of her as possible. David let his fingers follow the round curve of her breasts, fingertips dipping under the small triangles that barely covered supple tits and hardening nipples.

He moved over her flat belly, smiling at that pink stone in her navel and the way her fragile waist felt in her hands. And just as he had done with the straps of the top, his fingers slipped under the straps on her hips that held the tiny piece of fabric that covered her mound and ass. He wondered if she were shaved bare, from here it seemed so, but she might have had a very tightly trimmed strip.

Something in him changed from friendly older father figure to the sexually aroused man he truly was as he rubbed her legs, working from her feet up. His touch was sensual, gliding and smooth, kneading her muscles and touching with tenderness all the areas a more experienced man knew to touch, ankles, the back of knees, that small crevice where the leg meets the pelvis. Slightly unnoticeable touches of soft fingertips, and he saw her stir at it. The little rise to her hips, thighs tightening in anticipation. It was the final simple touch to each hip bone that made her look up and lock eyes with him, taking a deep breath and parting her lips in a quiver of a sigh.




What She Needs Ch. 03



That got her, and he saw it, and she knew he had done it on purpose and got the reaction he had wanted. What she didn't know was why. Laura was enjoying the soft touches, the simple way he was making her feel like they were completely alone out on the beach, the heat that was pooling between her thighs; but why? He was so much older than her, and he hadn't made any advances. And now, as wonderful as it was, he stood, grabbed his board and walked away like nothing. Maybe she was making more of it than there was.

Damnit Laura. You saw Maria. He doesn't need or want you. And my God, he is so much older than you. You are acting like a sex crazed teenager. Laura dismissed the occurrence; sure she had taken more from it than what was really there. She watched the surfers a bit longer then settled in, closing her eyes to relax in the warmth of the sun.

David met up with Jesse and the other two boys. They talked and caught waves, joking with each other about who had the better ride. Though the younger surfers liked to jest David about his age, they were quick to catch any tips he would send their way, always giving subtle critiques of their rides and style.

"So, did you suggest to Laura that I was a good catch?" Jesse asked as he paddled over close to David.

"No, why would I do that?" He joked.

"Come on old man. We both know you are rich and have younger women after you, but no way you are gonna land that."

"You can be really crude sometimes, Jesse. And if "landing that" is all you have in mind, I will go back up there and retract what I had told her earlier. And that she should NOT have dinner with you."

"You know what I mean, David. I aint like that and you know it."

"I know, but I don't think she is interested in romance anyway. She has mentioned an ex occasionally. And her mother just died, think she just wants to escape."

"Understood." He turned and looked out to the vast ocean, watching the large charter boats roll in from the horizon. "Man, the surf is gone. I'm headin in. There's a band at Kelly's tonight. You comin?"

David was about to lay down on his board and paddle in when he looked up and saw Laura on his long board almost to them. Both guys looked at each other in surprise.

She saw their shock as she pulled up and straddled the board. "I said I don't surf, I didn't say I had no knowledge of it."

"Is something wrong?" David seemed concerned.

"Nope, just the waves had died down and it looked peaceful to sit out here and float."

Jesse was just stunned to look at her. Those eyes were so green and bright, and the way the sun reflected off her ivory skin, well, she glowed. He sighed though as he saw his brother waving at him to come in.

"I was heading in. The guys want to go see a band tonight."

"Oh? Where?" Laura seemed interested.

"At Kelly's around eight or nine. Want to join us?"

She looked to David; she wasn't sure why, but for some reason she felt she needed his permission. Maybe it was because they had spent the day together, maybe it was the father figure thing.

David could read her look but wasn't sure what type of answer she was looking for. "I think Maria and I are getting together tonight."

Jesse jumped in quickly, "Come on Laura, it will be fun, and I am safe. I promise." His smile was heart warming and sexy. He could have been on magazine covers.

"OK, but I will meet you there." She conceded.

"Sounds great. See you around eight then." He lay out over his board and paddled in.

Both Laura and David sat out there a while longer, silently bobbing in the waves, watching the boats drive in, one behind the other, each one sporting small colored flags proclaiming their catch for the day.

"We should swim in. As much as I love to surf, I don't want to be shark bait." David chuckled.

"That isn't funny."

"Actually I wasn't being funny. There were two bad attacks right here last month and they happened around this time."

Laura startled, laying down quickly and lifting up her legs. "Not cool David!" She hollered out as she hurried to paddle in.

He followed along behind her, and the view was wonderful. Her legs were parted slightly and the curve of her ass sat right in front of him. With each reaching stroke she lifted from one side to the other and while he smiled at the sight, he groaned in frustration with himself as he felt his cock harden. 

He had spent all day with her and learned very little about her personally, but his body was on fire for hers. He might as well have been a college kid looking for a score to brag to his buddies. He let his mind drift away from Laura and onto Maria; he would need her even more tonight.

David loaded the boards as Laura packed up the towels. The drive back was quiet and beautiful as the sun continued to lower in the sky over the sound.

"You and Maria should come out also."

"Ummm, well..." he was searching for a way to explain their relationship. "Maria and I are more of a private couple."

Laura blushed, "She's married?"

"What?! No!" He stammered and laughed. "No, we just. Well, Laura I don't really date well. It's a small town and everyone knows everyone here, but...well, as adults, we have....ummmm....urges, and..."

Laura turned and looked at him stunned, wide eyed and jaw dropped. He stopped talking and darted looks to her as he drove back up the bypass.

"Seriously?! David, are you giving me 'the talk?'" She couldn't help but laugh, and she had a hard time not crying with laughter.

"I am twenty-three, not thirteen. You and Maria are fuck buddies. I got it. Not that big of a deal really."

He felt his face flush. She had put his relationship with Maria into a simple phrase, "fuck buddy." He hated that term, but he hated the term, "friends with benefits" even more. But they weren't lovers either.

"You are a handsome man with sexual needs, and apparently one that is well off. Makes sense you wouldn't want a relationship; for fear that the woman is there for the financial security. Having someone like Maria fulfills your needs and keeps everyone from getting hurt."

He was wrapping his head around her acknowledgement of thinking him handsome. And how easy it was for her to understand something he couldn't make most older women get about him. He just wanted casual sex and companionship.

"Wow, for twenty-three, you sure got a good head on your shoulders. Most girls your age are wrapped in the thought of marriage and family."

"Well, I was, but sometimes fate puts you in other situations. As it would happen for me, he wasn't."

"He wasn't?" Now, David needed to pry. It was too tempting not to dig a bit further.

"My ex, we had been together for three years. I opened up, told him I wanted a family and a true commitment. I mentioned that four letter word that guys hate, 'ring.' He turned tail and ran. My mom died the month after that and fate sent me a wake up call; I have realized that I had spent three years avoiding life, so now I am living it."

David sat there stunned. He hadn't noticed the light had turned green until Laura said something about it. He didn't know what to say to her. He knew nothing about the relationship or her so he couldn't very well call her ex an ass, even though he was thinking it. And she seemed so calm and at peace with it all.

He pulled into his driveway and put the truck in park. He then turned to her, a solemn look to his face. He wanted to hold her, comfort her, but when he looked over her face and saw that soft smile he knew she really didn't need it.

"Laura, I couldn't imagine being your age and going through what you are going through. My mother only passed away last year and my dad still comes down here to fish with me. But I was married at age eighteen and a father at age twenty, then off to war for eleven months. Everyday I woke up; went to work; came home to my wife and kids; and did the family thing devotedly for almost thirty years. That guy running, might have been the best thing for you, cause he certainly didn't love you."

"I know, and funny thing is, it only hurt for a day. The three years we were together always felt like a necessity, not a desire, or want. I think if it is meant to be, there should be this longing or ache. Don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

They got out of the truck and unloaded his boards and her beach bags. Laura reached up and hugged him tightly, "Thank you; I had a lot of fun today."

"Me too, Laura. Have fun tonight."

He sat there in awe as she walked over to her house and disappeared. What an amazing young woman.

*

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What She Needs Ch. 04



Laura stood in the mirror, looked herself over before touching up the reddish brown lipstick. She pursed her lips and took in a deep breath, letting out a long sigh.

She snatched up her keys and clutch and darted down the stairs out to her truck. Glancing over at David's drive she saw the familiar red Camero sitting there. She snickered to herself, "You go old man."

Laura had eaten at Kelly's often with her folks, but never gone there for one of the bands. She hadn't ever been inside the club side of the restaurant. On the drive there she started wondering if she would be able to find Jesse; how many of his friends would be there; would she feel out of place. She hated that whole new dating feeling. 

Wait....DATE?! Was that what this was? Damnit, what would he expect? 

She took several deep breaths to bring her mind at ease. It didn't matter what he might expect, she was here to have fun and hear the band, nothing else.

It was ten minutes to eight, so she checked her make up once more; then headed up to the entrance. Jesse was standing there by the door waiting for her.

She paused a moment and gasped; he was wearing khaki shorts and a light green plaid button up shirt. His wavy blond hair was combed and styled, but in a fashion that made it look natural, and that smile, so confidant and glowing.

Jesse was just as mesmerized by her appearance as well. He wouldn't have thought she could look better in clothes than when she was wearing that next to nothing bikini, but there she stood in this short little floral sundress. It was strapless and tight around her full breasts and gave a dignified glimpse of cleavage. The almost shear fabric fluttered out around those beautiful legs and stopped about mid thigh. He was certain she couldn't bend over in it.

As she floated up the walkway to the entrance, he noticed how much curl was in her thick copper mane. Not tight and bound, but natural and long following curls that joyfully bounced with each step, in mimic of her breasts.

Several clips held it back from her face; her smile was soft and pure beauty.

"Glad you came, Laura."

"I told you I would. I'm not one to stand people up."

"The band doesn't start till nine, thought we could have some dinner."

"That sounds wonderful. This is one of my favorite places."

He laughed with easy grace, "Mine too."

He offered his arm and she took it and they headed inside. He walked right past the hostess and led Laura to a back section and table set out of the way.

"Do you work here or own it?"

He laughed as he slid her seat under her, "I work here, among several of my jobs."

"Several?"

"I am also an electrician. That is my primary job, but I worked here during high school, and the tips can be good during season, so I pull some nights as a barback, waiter, bartender...whatever they need."

Laura just nodded as she looked over the menu, setting it down; she already knew what she would order.

"So are you playing waiter also tonight? I'm not a good tipper."

Jesse shook his head as a pretty brunette walked over, she tousled his hair and he shot her a look.

"Laura, this is my sister, Gabby. Gabby, this is Laura. I met her through David."

"It's a pleasure. Can I get you something to drink?"

Jesse ordered a beer, so Laura nodded and asked for one as well. They went ahead and ordered their meals; both already knew what they would eat. 

Laura couldn't help but laugh as Gabby walked away, "You aren't in a fight with your sis, are you?"

"No. Why do you ask?" Jesse was quite puzzled.

"I wouldn't want the waitress spitting in our food."

They chuckled and started making small talk. She learned that he also was an amateur photographer and that most pictures of surrounding scenic areas that one could buy hanging in restaurants and shops where his. He pointed out two beautiful scenes that he had shot that were hanging on the walls. Jesse met David when he was running the streets with David's son. Apparently, Jesse also thought the same about David's son, rather worthless.

She asked what it was like to grow up on the island; about his feelings when he left to go off to college; and his family. They both ate and laughed, and she was feeling rather comfortable with him.

As he sat back in the chair and took a long drink from his beer he smiled at her and then let it fade.

"I am sorry to hear about your mom. I am such a momma's boy I would be lost."

Laura looked down in her lap and played with the cloth napkin mindlessly, letting her thoughts wrap around it. This was why she had come down here, to avoid this.

"Ya know what...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. You gotta be tired of having everyone ask if you are ok, or how you are taking it. Come on, I hear the band fire'in up."

Jesse stood and offered his hand, she looked up and smiled, taking it and walking over to the club side with him.

They walked right past the door men, not paying the cover or having ID's checked; Laura chuckled at it.

Once inside she saw Jesse's brother and friend, and several others with them. Jesse made some introductions, none of which she would remember. 

The band was a local group, playing a nice mix of covers, rock and roll, a few oldies, some new age pop, and several of their own collaborations. Mostly the girls danced while the boys sat back and downed the beer. 

Laura had gone out to the middle of the floor with several of the girls and was having a great time. Jesse watched her every move, the way her hips swung from side to side, the pop of her ass under the teasingly short dress. She seemed to have a sinful way of snaking her body to the rhythm of the music; he felt like he was being charmed. 

"She's really hot, Jesse."

A friend said, and Jesse could see a look of desire and want in his eyes and Jesse was wondering if that same look was in his own eyes. Jesse had to shift positions and was happy to be standing behind the tall table.

Both guys took deep guzzles from their beers. The song changed, it was a slow song and the singles started in to find their drinks while couples headed out. Jesse needed to hold her.

Laura was on her way in when he caught her arm, "No, you don't get off that easy."

"Oh? You buy dinner and feel that entitles you to a dance?" Laura teased.

"No, the beer entitles me to a dance; the dinner gets me a goodnight kiss."

She slipped her arms up around his broad shoulders as his hands found comfort around her waist, pulling her in close to him. Both held the others gaze and smiled, but neither said a word. They swayed to the gentle beat, and with a sigh Laura gave in and rested her head upon his shoulder, pressing her supple breasts into his chest, his hands moving up her back, stroking her affectionately.

***

Jesse hadn't been the only one watching Laura dance; David had admired her also from his quite spot off in the corner. Maria had talked him into going out, and it was his suggestion that they come here. He wasn't sure why. He wanted to tell himself it was because he liked the food, or that he knew Maria would like the band, but the truth was he knew Laura would be here.

And now, having watched her dance all night, and seeing her in Jesse's arms, David wanted her. He almost smirked as the realization washed over him. He wanted that beautiful, amazing young woman, and he knew it would be harder than just a fancy dinner and some sparkly jewelry. Laura wasn't the typical twenty-something girl that wanted or needed to have a sugar daddy. He would need to slowly seduce her, to make her want him just as badly.

Now that he had made his mind up, he was stirred with sexual desire, and Maria was looking very hot in that low cut red blouse.

"Come on, dear. I am wanting something more than alcohol and loud music." He stood and took her arm, shooting her a sexy smile.

Maria offered no reluctance and they both headed back to his place. As they drove the short ride home, Maria broke the silence, "Laura looked quite content with the William's boy."

"Yes. They met today on the beach."

"Did you introduce them?"

"Not exactly, but I put in a good word for him."

"He's the catch of the town."

David gave her a funny look.

"For his age, David." She laughed. "You are the catch of the town for your age...or for any woman wanting someone your age."

"Funny...ha ha."

As they walked inside David shut the door and grabbed her right at the entry, pushing her against the wall and kissing her hard, his hands molesting her tits.

"So I take it you aren't into younger guys, Maria?"

She was pulling at his belt and the buttons of his shirt as she answered heated, "I want a man, David, I needn't play with boys."

She had his hard cock free from his pants and he reached under her skirt, moved her panties to the side and shoved inside of her with power, taking her right against the wall by his front door.

She screamed and moaned as he forced into her cunt, shutting her eyes quickly and pushing her hips against his as her back and shoulders were pounded into the wall.

"Oh God, David! Yes!"

"Is this what you need, Maria?" He panted between deep breaths, ramming into her again and again. "You need a man that knows how to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes...YES!!!" Maria trembled as an orgasm shook through her body.

David didn't relent; he continued to thrust deep and hard into her slick pussy. Grunting with pleasure into her ear and laughing when a vase fell off the small table beside them. He locked his lips onto hers, feeling her tongue invite his in a wonderful dance as their bodies pressed and ground in wild ravage. 

He slid his hand between them, pressing fingers hard into her clit in hard circles, "Cum again, baby. Cum on my cock."

Maria threw her head back against the wall, rolling it from side to side, she felt the heat of his mouth on her neck; his teeth grate across her soft flesh. Her moans turned to panicked cries as she once again was taken with orgasm, the climax twisting through her in wonderful spasms.

He let go of her clit, shoved his cock deep into her and let his cum shoot into her warmth, joining her in the glorious release of their ravenous sex. He could feel his cock swell and spurt; her cunt grasping at him, milking the sticky hot seed from him. 

As both held tight to each other and gasped for needed air, he kissed her neck and chest, following the sweat that led a delightful trail down her cleavage, between those beautiful mounds.

"Fuck, you are amazing, David."

"Glad you think so."

He let her slide down from him, both of them collecting themselves.

"I would carry you to the bedroom, but that's a lot of steps and I'm an old guy."

She laughed at him, "No, save your strength for pounding me into the bed...or the floor....the kitchen table."

He swatted at her ass as she headed up the stairs.

***

Laura had cut herself off and switched to water, but she was still out on the floor and was having a great time. She had noticed that Jesse too had switched away from the beer, and every chance he got he was dragging her out to dance and hold her.

Now they had settled into a back booth, cozying up and talking as best as they could over the loud music. He had an arm around her shoulders and she was leaning into him, her hand resting on his leg. He wanted to kiss her, but as much as everyone thought he was the type to be a ladies man, he really wasn't. Mostly, the girls threw themselves at him, but Laura was different. She was reserved, and though he wanted her, he wasn't about to push anything.

It was when she tilted her head and looked up to him with that sweet smile that he took her chin in his fingers and leaned down, just happy to place his lips softly against hers. And that's all it was....at first, a very soft meeting of the lips. But then, she opened her mouth ever so slightly and let her tongue play across his mouth. He shifted position, took her face into his hand and pulled her tight, letting the kiss deepen and follow a natural course that usually takes place between two people that have an attraction.

As she turned in his arms, a soft hand played across his chest. Both let their hands play and roam, but they were respectful of each other and the location of where this was taking place, but the heat couldn't be ignored. Jesse was hard, and Laura was turned on and getting wet. Primal instincts were taking over.

It was this sensation that pulled her to her senses and made her break the kiss. 

She gasped for breath, "I'm sorry, Jesse. I like you, but I really..."

He didn't let her finish, "No, I am. I shouldn't..." He took a deep breath and smiled. "A few too many beers and we both got wrapped up. I'm not expecting a thing."

There was something in those green eyes and his simple smile that made her realize that it wasn't just a line. He truly meant it.

The band had ended and most people were making their way out.

"I'll walk you to your car. Are you ok to drive?"

"Yeah, I stopped drinking about an hour ago."

He held her close as they walked outside. Jesse loved the way she felt near him, and though he was sincere when he said he wasn't expecting anything, it wasn't stopping his mind from thinking about how wonderful her bare curves and warm skin would feel against him. What it would be like to hold her all night under the covers.

He opened the door to her truck; her hands glided around his sides, and she stepped up to him, lifting up to kiss him again. That kiss was electrifying. Laura had been shocked when she got lost in time and space with it. They had been in a loud bar and she could have forgotten everything but him.

This kiss was nice, but she could tell he was a bit reserved this time. He also wasn't allowing his body to touch hers. As she stepped back she giggled, he was probably worried she would feel his erection.

"Can I call you?" Jesse asked as he stepped back from the door.

"You better."

Laura shut the door and headed home.

Pulling into the drive her lights hit the red Camero. She almost groaned in thought. She was sexually turned on, and didn't want to sleep alone. Why is it that at age 23 she felt like a floozy for screwing a guy just for the pleasure of it, but at thirty something or what ever Maria's age was, it was somewhat acceptable.

As she let herself into the house she was heading up to the top level when she stopped. She was feeling uninhibited, reckless. With a turn she went down the steps and started stripping from her clothes. Pulling open the sliding glass door to the pool she walked right over to the hot tub and climbed in, completely nude. Adjusting the jets, she laid back in one of the lounging seats, hands roaming over her ivory curves. Her right hand traveling down her flat belly to her bare mound and spreading her thighs, two fingers slipped into what Jesse had made so very wet. 

Her left hand found its way north, squeezing a tit, pinching and pulling the nipple as the two fingers plunged and curled inside her pussy. She watched the clouds waft above, the stars gleaming and the sliver of the moon winking at the show she was offering the heavens.

Her moans grew louder, and she gasped as her hand reeked havoc on her tight cunt, even the jets swirling the water around couldn't hide what she was putting her body through. It didn't take her long, the constant pain and pull to her nipples, and the delving fingers with her thumb aggravating her clit, she was built to climax quickly. 

Laura's muscles tightened, her eyes closed and she shuddered as the orgasm crawled through her, she was enjoying the pulsing sensation in her wet sex when suddenly a face snuck into her vision. She hadn't been thinking about Jesse when she was masturbating, she hadn't been thinking about anything other than the joy of her own body, but now, to have that sexy smile flash in her mind, she moaned again.

Then it occurred to her, coming into focus, it wasn't Jesse. Her moan, her second tremor of orgasm let loose a name, the man that had snuck into her mind....David."

She opened her eyes immediately, gasping, shocked. She lay there for just a moment, both hands finding there way up to the side of the hot tub as she gripped it and sat up, trying to wrap her mind around every thing. 

Why would she see David?

She wasn't sure if it was this thought or a noise that made her look up to the top deck of his house. It was dark, and nothing was there, but she had thought she heard the door shut. It was just a feeling.

Oh my. Did I say his name aloud?

Laura turned off the jets and quickly climbed out and headed inside. She needed a shower and some sleep.

****

David had shut the door and sat there in the kitchen. He was again rock hard. Maria was sleeping soundly and he had gone out to relax. Well that and to see if Laura had come home alone. He hadn't expected to watch such a show. He had turned off the outside light so that he could see her more easily, and the light in the hot tub made every motion under the rolling waters visible. 

But was he sure she had said his name? It certainly sounded like "David." He couldn't be positive, but he wanted it to be his name.

David had already decided he wanted her, but if she were thinking about him, even if she didn't really mean too, then it would be easier to get her.

"Fuck." He sighed with frustration at his erection.

He got up and walked back into his bedroom, he would have to wake Maria.



What She Needs Ch. 05



Laura spent the next couple of days lounging by the pool or visiting some of her favourite attractions. She went to the aquarium mid day on the sunniest of days. She had learned this was the quietest time there and she could sit back and enjoy the fish better. Finding a nice spot in front of the large shark tank, she sat and just watched them swim and go on with their lives in such a small space.

Oddly she pondered the where about of each fish. Were they bred in captivity or caught in the wild? Had they been injured and unable to return back to the ocean? This particular display only housed animals that were local, right off the coast of the aquarium. Scary thought when one saw the hideous teeth of the sand tiger shark; not that they were any danger. No, it was those bulls that pulled swimmers under. Funny, they didn't have any bull sharks here, and the coast was loaded with them.

Laura's thoughts were pulled from the fish when she saw a young couple walking through the exhibit. They were wrapped up in each other and other than her and maybe five other people, the large room was fairly silent. Laura took quick notice of several employees standing at the two entrances of the exhibit, keeping watch and asking people to stand back. 

Laura smiled and watched as he brought her to the middle of the tank and dropped to one knee. The girl began to cry immediately. Laura couldn't hear exactly what he was saying, something about meeting there, and needing her for all eternity.

The girl nodded through sobs and they kissed; everyone applauded. After some pictures, the couple and what looked to be their parents headed off.

Laura thought about Brad. She thought sure he would have been the one. It had gotten to the point that she was hinting at rings, looking at them. Hell, he had even looked with her, let her try on a few. Then every special date, every weekend away, she was waiting for it, but nothing. 

Finally, after over hearing a conversation he had with his mother, about needing to travel and see places; that he was too young to settle down, Laura sat him down and ended it. In a need to drive a point home, she used his own excuse on him. That she wanted to visit far off worlds and meet people she would never have known otherwise.

Laura had said it all with a straight face and held her breath when he had begged her to reconsider, that he loved her and they had bright future together. She walked away; spent the next few nights crying and almost ready to go back to Brad, but then a friend called her about going to Vegas, so she did. It was wonderful. Just five girls out to have a good time and leave all their dirty little secrets behind them, and Laura had left several of those secrets back in that town.

It was a week after coming home that she got the phone call from her father, an odd phone conversation at that. He was usually so reserved with his emotions, the one in the family that held himself together and got things done. This time however, he was a wreck. The words were jumbled and she barely made out, "she's dead." But that was all she needed to make out. Laura had then told him to call her uncle, and just sit tight till she could get there. As her father broke down, she calmly explained what would need to be done, and that she would handle several things before coming to the house.

When Laura hung up the phone, her hand was shaking and she quickly went into the bathroom to vomit. It took her almost three hours to get herself composed enough to drive to her dad's house....her home. She was a Daddy's girl, but she and her mother were always close, and their relationship had gotten closer as Laura continued to age.

The week following was a blur, visitors, cards coming in, settling papers; and the food....so much food. She had made her mind up the day of the funeral that she would go away for a few weeks; something her mother had said kept ringing in her head.... "find time for you."

So here she sat, watching the sharks and fish swim in their fake world quite content to be boxed in and accept what was handed to them in life. 

The ringing of her phone brought her back to reality.

"Hello?"

"Hey girl, we're on our way."

"Ok, see you in three hours or so."

Laura stood and stretched and headed off to drive back to the house. 

As she climbed into her truck, the phone rang again; it was Jesse. They had talked on the phone and had ice cream one night, but otherwise she had kind of kept her distance. Thinking about her friends though, she answered it.

"Hey there."

"So, what are your plans for tonight?" He asked.

"My girlfriends are on their way. Think we will just relax when they get in, but I was thinking about a nice pool party tomorrow night. Ya know, hamburgers, hotdogs kinda thing. Got some friends you could bring over?"

"I sure do. What time?"

"Maybe two or so?"

"Sounds perfect. I will see you then."

Once home, she stared into the fridge and opened and closed cabinets, she just wasn't in the mood to cook anything.

"I shoulda picked up a burger or something."

With car keys in hand she headed back out the front door.

"Where ya headed?" The question echoed over from behind her.

It was David. He too was standing by his truck.

"Not in the mood to cook. I was gonna get a burger."

"Do you like Mexican? I was off to eat and would rather not sit alone."

She laughed at his phrasing.

"Ok, sorry, that came out completely wrong. Would you like to join me?"

She was already crossing the small grass strip, "I sure would."

He again opened the door for her.

"So where have you been most of the day?"

"The aquarium."

He looked over shocked, "It isn't that big of a place."

"I relax there. Watching the fish is soothing."

"Well, I agree. You know, I could call Emily, get you in behind the scenes."

"Really?! Oh David, I would love that!"

"Sure, maybe one day next week."

Laura was beaming from ear to ear.

It was a short ride to the little restaurant on the by pass, several people were seated outside, margaritas in hand waiting for tables.

"Must be good food."

"It is." 

David opened the door and took her arm gently. He would start his slow seduction now, during dinner. He knew with a girl like her, and of such young years there were two ways to do this. The easiest way would be to get her drunk and just fuck her; knowing full well that in the morning she would hate herself and him, and that she would probably run home early. The second way, the way he intended to win her, was just to be her friend, with subtle hints of attraction; let her figure it out on her own that he wanted her, and then she would realize too that she wanted him.

Most young women craved older men; they only had a hard time getting past the age, or the "Daddy complex." Older men had better knowledge of what felt good to a woman, and how best to treat them. It was about bringing her pleasure, not how many times he could get off.

"Mr. Ross, so good to see you. Come, you needn't wait for a table."

Laura looked over to him smiling; she had that funny look on her face. David only winked and put his hand softly at the small of her back as they walked to a back room.

The gentleman sat them at a small table, and David offered a chair; then conveniently sat to her right, instead of across the table from her. This put him slightly closer to her, allowing for subtle touches that may seem accidental.

"Drinks?"

"Jack and coke, please."

Laura thought for a moment, "A strawberry daiquiri."

David looked at her smiling, "Thought sure you would get a margarita. You don't do tequila?"

"Oh, I do, but I drink it in shots, not fruity drinks."

"I'll keep that in mind." They both laughed glancing over the menu, talking about what was good, or what was too much food for someone so small to eat.

As they sipped at their drinks, David watched her intently, the way she opened her napkin and placed it in her lap, setting the flatware just so, even how she properly put her drink and water glass in certain spots. She didn't lean on the table, or slouch back in the chair, too prim and proper he thought. He wondered if she were putting on heirs for him.

Laura glanced up and saw him watching her.

"I know, bad habit. My ex hated it."

"Hated what?"

"My 'do goodly' table manners." She laughed. "He used to say, 'why can't you be normal like everyone else.'"

"It's a good trait. Shame more people aren't raised in such ways."

"OH! I saw a couple get engaged today at the aquarium. It was so romantic...or maybe sweet, not so much romantic."

He laughed at her re-wording.

"Were you ok with that...ermmm...I mean...well, did it upset you?"

"Huh? Oh, no. It made me think, but no, it didn't upset me. May I ask; how long have you been divorced?"

"Just over 10 years now."

"You didn't care to remarry? Or are you still looking."

"A little of both. If I meet the right woman, then perhaps, and if I don't, then I am fine being a bachelor. How was your date with Jesse?"

"It was very nice, quite a gentleman for someone of his age."

He wanted to expand on that thought. "Oh? How do you mean?"

"Well, there was a moment when it got rather intimate, and he was understanding when I...well...pulled back on the reins, let's say. Most guys his age assume, 'I bought dinner, now we go back to your place' especially in resort towns like this."

"I've known him since he was a kid; I wouldn't have sent you out with someone like that. It's a shame boys have to be like that."

"I know you wouldn't. Funny, that I should feel comfortable with you like that; the truth being that I barely know you, but I am at ease with you and trust you, and who said just 'boys' are like that?" She giggled.

He took the moment to reach over and push the auburn curls from her shoulder. A soft touch that seemed to be out of concern that they may get in her way, but it was slightly affectionate.

"It's the age thing." He laughed as he did so. "I'm old and trustworthy." 

"No, I don't think that is it at all. I just get good vibes from you. I've been with older men, they can still be perverts." She winked at him.

"Oh, I thought the assumption was that all old men were perverts. Like now, for instance."

Laura almost choked on her food. "Excuse me? How so?"

"Well, several people have looked over here at the two of us. I can read the expressions. Some assume we are father and daughter. The others assume we are lovers. See that women by the window, in blue?"

Laura casually looked over and saw the women sneering over at them.

"She thinks I am a sicko taking advantage of a young girl. And the man two tables over from her, the one with a huge grin. Well, he thinks I am the luckiest SOB in the world."

Laura laughed with him, but she did notice what he was talking about.

"I would assume that women would most often have the belief that an older man is taking advantage of a younger woman. And well, what man wouldn't want to be in such a position. But I am of the firm belief that age is a number only. Maturity comes with life and mindset, and as long as two people have an attraction and sexual gratification from one another...why the hell not. Besides, once again, with your financial security, I could be the one taking advantage of you."

This time it was David that almost choked. He took a minute and cleared his throat.

"So you think it is fine...or rather possible for two people of such an age difference to ummm....well, enjoy each other? Don't you think they may be looking for different things?"

"Please, David. I am quite sure there is more confusion between two twenty-three year olds about what constitutes sex. The girl will tell you she wants to feel loved and needed...a connection. The guy will say, 'well, its just sex.'"

Laura looked over at the woman again; something stung her seeing that look. She looked at David, reached out and touched his cheek softly, as if she were wiping away food or such. David was just as surprised by her action. He got what she was intending when she caught his eye and pursed her lips in a kiss. 

He chuckled with her, glancing over at the woman who was almost glaring red.

"Are you sure you are only twenty-three?" He teased.

He paid the bill and helped her from her seat, making sure to keep a hand on her at every step. They talked lightly on the way home. Pulling into his drive, he helped her from the truck and casually took her hand.

"Your friends aren't due for a bit. Why don't you come in and sit for a while."

Laura didn't even flinch. "Sounds great."

He led her up into the home and upstairs, watching as she slipped off her shoes and sat on the couch. 

"How about some wine?"

"Trying to get me drunk, David? I couldn't help but notice you kept bringing on the daiquiri's."

"Damnit, you caught me. Guess I got myself thinking about the older guy younger woman thing."

He handed her a glass and sat beside her on the couch, leaning back. She turned and looked at him as she sipped the chardonnay.

"Oh, I am sure you have plenty of little hotties running about. Last thing you need is another."

David just drank from his wine glass, letting the comment linger in thought.

"I've really enjoyed our time together, David."

"So have I, Laura.

"I would never take you as an old pervert at all."

He loved her easy manner and the way she felt comfortable with him, but more than that, he loved how comfortable he felt with her. She seemed so much more than her years, and her beauty was stunning. He likened her to a Celtic Goddess. Damnit David....now you're gonna picture her in some shear white flowing gown.

He shifted positions on the couch. He had had several drinks at the restaurant and sitting here now, with her curled up on his couch, watching the way her little painted toes kept tapping out an unheard beat. If it had been any other woman he would have reached out a grabbed her right then. 

But when he shifted, inadvertently she did also, putting them even closer together. She looked at him, her stunning green gems catching his bright blues; did she just blush?

Laura was happy when her phone rang. She had felt her heart rate increasing. She told herself it was the alcohol, but down deep she knew better. She kept thinking of the other night in the hot tub. Why did those eyes have to be so bright, so clear? Why did she feel so easy with him?

"Hello?"

"Hey girl, Carey sped like a demon; we are crossing the bridge now."

"Ok, see ya in ten."

David sighed, hoping she couldn't tell he was disappointed.

"The girl's are on the island?"

"Yup."

"Guess I will walk you back over."

She chuckled. "David, it's only next door. I am a big girl."

"You've had a lot to drink, would hate for you to fall flat on that pretty face."

She blushed again. 

He took her hand and steadied her as she slipped on her shoes. He kept a hand on her arm or her back as they walked.

"Oh, tomorrow, around two...we are having a little party. Just light stuff, hamburgers and such."

"That is nice of you, but you don't need an old guy hanging around."

"Nonsense, the only way to make sure the old geezer next door doesn't call and complain about the racket is to invite him." She gave a soft nudge as she smiled sweetly up to him.

At her door, she turned in to him, pouted out her lush bottom lip and batted those long dark lashes, "please."

"Ok, then. I will bring some shrimp." Looking down at her, he could tell she was a bit tipsy, just as he had intended. Brushing a wild curl that clung to her lips, he kept his hand on her face, then leaned down and kissed her cheek very gently, lingering there. He took in a deep breath, was that perfume or her shampoo? It was heaven; so sweet and warm spring. He could breathe it in forever.

Laura felt his lips on her cheek; it seemed to be happening through skips in time, not fluid movement. It was the alcohol, she knew that. What she didn't know was why he was kissing her cheek; why he was lingering so close, how to react, was it just friendly. Her mind was spinning and through it all her heart began to race.

Oh my God. In one movement she opened the door and took a step back away from him.

"Thanks for dinner David. See you tomorrow."

She turned quickly and shut the door, taking in deep panting breaths, trying to wrap her head around it all. The heat was there between her legs, her panties were wet. Had a simple, soft kiss to the cheek made her cum? She just stood there leaning against the front door.

David stood on the other end of the door. Any other man would have felt embarrassed or thought he had screwed up. But he was older, had been around a lot of women. He knew very well that flush to her face; he was even certain he could make out that frantic pace to her heart. And now, watching her stand there on the other side of the door, just leaning against it, he knew. She was affected by the kiss; it had turned her on, possibly even made her excited. 

He turned and walked home with a little smile on his face.

Laura took the steps up stairs slowly, letting her mind circle around what had just happened. She wanted to take a shower. Nope, she seriously needed to take a shower. 

The girls will be here in just a minute, then...you can get a shower.

As soon as that thought cleared her head she heard the front door open. Carey was yelling something about needing a drink. That she had done all that driving while the other two just boozed it up.

Laura met them at the top of the stairs, smiling.

"Same old Carey. I bet AA will miss you this weekend."

"Yeah yeah, funny."

Behind her Jen and Kim walked up the stairs. Both of them were stunning brunettes with deep brown eyes. Most people thought they were sisters by their looks. Kim was much more endowed and curved, and Jen was the petite beauty.

All three were wearing bikini tops and little shorts. 

After exchanging hugs, Kim asked first, "So where is this pool and hot tub."

"Down stairs, I am need of a quick shower, drop your stuff in any room on the next floor and I will join ya'll in a bit."

The two look a likes turned and headed off, Carey instead shot her friend a questioning glance.

"A shower? Before the pool?"

"Don't ask." Laura rolled her eyes and headed back to her room.

Turning on the water she shed out of her clothes, noticing that wet spot in her lace panties. She just couldn't wrap her head around what had happened. She felt sure it was just a friendly thing, that he meant nothing by it, but why did she react like that around him. 

As she let the hot water run over her, she thought back over the evening...the drinks, the conversation, the way he had touched her, the way she had touched him. She could feel that quiver again, and her fingers had mindlessly wandered between her soft folds and she was rubbing her clit; this time clearly thinking of David. She started to picture him that day on the beach. How handsome he looked paddling out, the way he had rubbed her when applying sunscreen.

She whimpered softly as two fingers pushed into her sex. Then she startled as the door to her bathroom opened.

"Hey girl. I can't find a cork screw for the wine."

"Jesus Carey! You scared me!"

"Sorry. You want some help in there?"

"I thought you wanted a cork screw?"

"Well...." 

Laura heard her friend giggle.

"I haven't seen one. Go next door, the house with the Landrover, ask David for one. Tell him who you are."

"Is he cute?"

"What?! Ummm....hell, Carey, he's my father's age!"

"Ok...again, is he cute?"

"Just go get the damn cork screw."

Laura wasn't sure she wanted to answer that question.

"Sure thing. Then I'll come back and help you."

"Whatever."

Laura sat there taking several deep breaths as she heard the door shut.




What She Needs Ch. 05



"Awww...fuck it. Not in the mood now."

David had just settled in watching a movie when he heard his doorbell. Force of habit made him look at the clock.

When he got to the door he had a rush of panic. What if it was Laura? What if he had pushed too far and she had come to talk? With a deep breath he opened the door and prepared, though he wasn't quite prepared for the sexy, barely clad thing standing there in front of him. It took him a moment to compose himself.

"Hi, David?"

"Umm....yes. Can I help you?"

"I'm Carey, friend of Laura's. She said you might have a bottle opener...a cork screw?"

David looked past her for Laura, wondering why she hadn't walked over. The girl seemed to pick up on his reaction.

"She's in the shower."

He took a step back and let her in, smiling at the thought. He had sent her to the shower; that was a good sign. "Yes, I have one you can borrow."

He headed downstairs to the bar, rather surprised when he saw her shadow behind him, following him down there.

Carey couldn't believe how hot he was and his age was only another draw for her. She had been with an ex's father once and learned that older men were amazing in bed. David was definitely older, but still had all those wonderful attributes a younger man would sport. His jogging shorts sat well at his waist, the cut of his stomach wasn't exactly a six pack, but it was defined and he had a very handsome, refined face that had aged perfectly. At this angle, watching the muscles in his shoulders and back move, she almost reached out to touch him; biting her lip to restrain herself.

She ran her fingers over the pool table as he looked through a drawer at the bar. Wanting to make some sort of hint to him, she leaned against the bar very close to him with her ass pressed to the counter top. She smiled sweetly.

"Laura didn't mention how handsome you are."

David just chuckled, he had already read her body language from the minute he had opened the door. The way she stood with on knee bent, her hip popped out, the toss of the short blond hair from her face, even the sultry way she tucked her thumb into the pocket of her tiny shorts, pulling them down just a bit. Young girls were so easy to read.

He decided to use this to his favour. He could grab her and have a quick and very fun wild fuck right now, but that would ruin any chance with Laura, but this girl, well she could plant the seed of thought in Laura's mind. 

He shut the drawer he was looking in, leaned across her and opened the drawer on the other side of her. He now stood, pinning her against the counter, his head close to her bikini clad cleavage, breathing hot on her pert little tits as he pretended to look for the cork screw.

He saw her tits rise slowly as she took in a deep breath, she shifted her hips and he lifted his head and looked into those dark chocolate eyes. He smiled easy at her; just standing there silent, letting the moment wash over her, letting her decide whether or not she really wanted this; each second making her hotter, wetter.

She looked at him, locking eyes with him. "Having a hard time?"

He wanted to laugh; she had emphasized the word hard. Did she think she was playing him? Poor girl.

"No, I found it. I was only curious as to how close I could get." There was no mistaking his wording, his tone.

Light fingers touched him, playing softly in his chest hair. She licked her lips seductively. "Oh, you can get much...much closer."

He smiled and took a step back from her, offering the bottle opener. "Sorry sweetie, any other time I could make you moan and beg for days, but I have my mind set on another woman."

Her eyes were wide with his response, and a quick look down at his huge bulge only made her heart race and eyes widen even more. 

"Lucky girl. If it doesn't work out, I want to fill her position."

She took the cork screw from him, touching his palm softly.

"Thanks, we'll return it later."

With a turn she headed upstairs and let herself out.

David placed a hand on the bar and took a deep breath. Damn, David! That would have been a wonderful fuck!

Laura sat in the hot tub with Kim and Jen, talking about the ride and making plans for the little party tomorrow. They asked her about Jesse, almost quizzing her. Her mind however was elsewhere; she couldn't understand what was taking Carey so long.

Just then the skinny blond walked out the sliding door with an open bottle in hand.

"What took you so long?"

"My God, Laura! He is stunning! Please tell me he's hot in bed. No wait; don't tell me...he said he had his eye on someone else. I don't want to know he is great and then....."

"What on earth makes you think I would know?" Laura was laughing at her friend's rambling as Carey slipped into the hot tub with them.

"Well I would have thought you would try."

"I'm not here on a sex trip. This isn't Vegas!"

All four laughed; then passed looks that contained secret messages, remembering the wild trip.

Kim jumped in, "Who are we talking about."

"Laura's neighbor. He's fuckin sexy as hell. And old...or rather, older. He said he could make me moan and beg for days! And with that package I bet he could."

"Damn! I need to meet this guy." Kim was quick to chime in. "Are ya'll close, Laura."

Carey nudged her, "Yeah, are you the other woman?"

Laura was blushing, "I hardly think so. He's had this lady over, Maria. It's probably her. She's very attractive. Wait! Package?! How did you see his cock?!"

Carey just laughed and shook her head. "I didn't, but the bulge is unmistakable."

Jen wrapped her arm around Laura and pulled her close. "Now come on sweetie, you're gorgeous. I would screw you."

Laura laughed and shoved Jen away, "In a manner of speaking you already have!"

They sat there passing the bottle of wine and bringing up sexual connotations, teasing each other about Vegas and all the fun that had happened. 

Laura looked up at the top level of David's house, just thinking.

Kim and Jen headed off to bed, hands roaming about each other as they did. Carey turned to her best friend and smiled.

"So, this Jesse guy, something special?"

"Gosh, I don't know Carey. I really am trying not to get close right now. I have so many things I want to do." She sighed. "A relationship just isn't at the top of the list."

Carey laughed at her. "I don't even think it is on your list."

She passed the bottle to Laura, noticing how she kept looking up to David's house.

"So, you've thought about it also?"

"Huh?"

"David. You've thought about him. What he would be like."

"No, not exactly. We've quickly become close. But I don't know if he is just overly friendly and I am making something out of nothing."

"You think he is coming on to you?" Carey was quite interested now, moving in close to her friend.

"If he were younger, I would say yes...definitely. But something about his age, and knowing he has Maria makes me think he's just friendly."

Carey stood and stepped from the hot tub. "What on earth makes you think a guy like that just wants to be friendly with some girl next door that will be gone in a month?" She laughed at her as she walked toward the house. "I'm goin to bed. See you in the morning."

Laura sat there in the warm churning waters, just looking up to his house, again thinking. Suddenly she remembered her last late night session in the hot tub. Quickly, she rose up and went inside.

David had silently sat in his hot tub listening to the girls chatter, smiling the entire time.

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(thank you all so very much for feedback and voting. i enjoy writing this story, especially now that weather is getting colder)



What She Needs Ch. 06



"Hello?!"

"Oh, hey Jesse, come on up."

Laura had been making pasta salad when he entered the house. She could hear several other voices with him. They all made their way up to the top level.

Jesse walked right over to her with a smile on his lips, wrapping her up in his strong arms and kissing her hard. He had been thinking about her all week, and looking forward to this get together.

Laura was surprised by his action, but she didn't push him away, in fact she gave in to his embrace and returned the affection. She slipped her fingers through his loose blond waves, pressing her body close to him.

"Come on guys, save that for later." Jesse's brother, Nick, pushed past them into the kitchen putting a bowl in the refrigerator.

"Mom sent potato salad."

"That was sweet of her. Thank her for me please." Laura spoke to Nick, but her gaze never left Jesse as she stood there, still in his arms.

Jesse also seemed to only see her in this large room full of people. Finally he came too and started making introductions. Most of them were people she had met at Kelly's on her first date with him.

"My friends are already in the pool. I just came up here to finish up a few things."

Jesse gave his brother a look, and Nick took the hint and led everyone downstairs.

Laura gave Jesse a sly smile, chuckling. "Well that was smooth."

"What?" He gave her a smug grin. "This is a pool party right? Just figure that's why they came."

He sat on one of the bar stools, reaching out to pull her into him. She offered no resistance, nestling between his legs and slipping her arms around his shoulders. They kissed softly, little kisses to each other's lips, cheeks, just gentle touches. She loved the way he would hold her hips, his thumbs moving over the bones while his strong hands cupped around her tiny waist.

Jesse had no concern to join the rest of the crew at the pool. He would be perfectly content to stay right here alone with her. His mind kept wandering around that intimate kiss in the dark booth at Kelly's. He had never felt something so electric.

Laura hadn't heard the door open, or footsteps on the stairs, but she did hear David's throat clear, and noticed Jesse's reaction to seeing him standing there.

Laura looked over her shoulder and giggled at him. "I thought we agreed last night you weren't the old pervert?"

"Yup, we did. I thought I would play the nosey neighbor instead." He teased back. "Want the shrimp in the fridge?"

Laura pulled from Jesse, she couldn't help but notice he seemed to quickly retreat to a young boy around David. It was probably because he had grown up around the older man. He obviously respected him. She took the shrimp and put it in the fridge as the two talked about surf and fishing. She tended to the last items needing her attention in the kitchen. 

"Ok, we can head back downstairs."

Outside the music was cranking and everyone was splashing in the pool. She introduced Jesse and David to her friends and things were light and friendly. 

Nick was trying to snuggle up to Jen and Jesse whispered to Laura that Jen was just his brother's type. 

Jesse kept a hand on Laura at almost all times, and they exchanged soft kisses and little whispers. To anyone looking at them they seemed like a couple that had been intimate for months or more. There was definitely a connection. 

Laura's eyes drifted over to see Carey sittng in the hot tub with David. They were seated across from each other laughing. She watched as Carey leaned back, she was sure her friend was stretching out her legs and was rubbing her foot against his leg. Laura had seen Carey do that little trick several times.

"He's my idol." Jesse whispered into her ear.

"What?" Laura laughed.

"Come on, He's like almost sixty and lands hot women my age all the time."

"Hot? So you think Carey is hot?" It was a good tease as Laura turned in the water and shoved Jesse under. As he came back up breaking the surface of the water he shook his head, sending water flying over her. 

Laura tried to back away, but he dove under the water and pulled her down with him. They both rose back up laughing and splashing each other.

With his finger, he beckoned her over and pulled her in tight for a long kiss. Just holding her close sent him into jitters. He wasn't going to push anything with her, but he had been hoping she would let him stay, and the way she was responding, he thought he stood a good chance.

Carey turned her attention back from her friend splashing in the pool to the sexy man seated across from her. She had placed her feet on the seat next to him, touching his thigh softly on occasion, hoping it seemed like the churning waters were moving her feet.

She wasn't doing anything David hadn't experienced before. Fifty-nine years, he had seen it all. He too was playing his own "accidental" touching, letting his hand drift under the water and caress her calf from time to time. He kept thinking about last night, how easily he could have had her. Nothing had changed.

"So this woman? Something long term, or a goal kinda thing."

He chuckled at her. "I don't know yet. It would depend on her. I am almost sixty sweetie; I don't think long term anymore."

"Well I am only around for the weekend. You could continue your quest of her once I am gone."

"I could." He just looked her straight in the eye.

"I'm a lotta fun."

"I bet."

He leaned forward, preparing to exit the hot tub, letting his hand run up her slender long legs, cupping her mound hard, curling his fingers against her bikini clad lips.

Whispering softly into her ear, "I've yet to have a woman that wasn't fun."

Carey moaned and pushed her hips up against his hand. There was something in that touch that was dominating and powerful, but so simple.

He stepped from the waters and called over to Jesse, "You want to help me with the burgers?"

"Sure thing, David," he called out then kissed Laura. "Gotta go do the man thing."

As the guys burnt the burgers, the girls brought the food down and set up the table beside the pool. 

"You are trying really hard to land that old guy." Kim teased Carey.

"Wouldn't you?"

"He's definitely hot for his age. Jen is all into Jesse's brother. Notice they are missing?"

Laura looked around and then started to laugh. "Boy, and I thought Carey was the slut."

They all laughed and asked Jesse's cousin about any secrets on the two boys, hoping the girl would gossip a little. She did.

Laura headed upstairs to get a platter for the hamburgers. As she was straining up on tip toes to reach for it, a hand reached past her, bringing down the platter.

"Must be a bitch to be short." David's voice was soft and teasing.

"No, it makes no sense for anyone to store anything up that high." 

"Perhaps they should list rentals based on the person's height?"

"Very funny. But in that case you wouldn't have met me."

He set the platter down on the counter and took another step forward, closing the gap between them and pressing her into the counter. He looked down into those stunning green eyes and smiled. How he wanted to touch her, to kiss her.

"Well, we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Laura swallowed hard, her breath was catching in her throat and that feeling was rushing through her again. Her voice came out in a husky whisper.

"No...we wouldn't."

She couldn't look away from the spheres of blue that swirled, holding her stare. She needed desperately to break that trance he was holding on her. Again, she didn't know if he was meaning to come on to her, or just being friendly. What if unintentionally she wanted him and was making more of this than was really there.

David knew what he was doing, but was finding it hard to stick to his plan. He should take the platter and turn away, acting as if nothing was happening, but he just couldn't. He wanted her.

Taking a deep breath, he did just what he told himself he would do. He grabbed the dish and turned and walked off.

"Better get back down there before them kids ruin the burgers."

Laura took a moment to collect her self before going back downstairs. On the second level she could hear the faint moans of passion coming from Jen's room. 

"Food's ready you two." She called out laughing and continued on down to the pool.

Everyone was seated around the two tables and eating when the couple tried to sneak in. Nothing was said, but the looks and the snickers made it almost impossible not to notice the situation.

Nick took charge quickly, "you guys are all just jealous."

With that everyone broke into laughter.

Later that night, Laura found herself seated alone in the hot tub while several of the others played corn hole, just relaxing since she didn't care for the game. Her eyes were closed when she heard that familiar voice again.

"Want some company?"

"Not playing that hideous game?"

"I like corn hole. But your boyfriend beat me."

"He's not my boyfriend David."

"Yeah, I just thought I would tease you about it. He talks non stop about you."

"I have a good time with him."

"But...." David chose the seat beside her, so that they could talk easily over the noise of the jets.

"I don't want a relationship, David. Not even a month long summer fling. I am just here to get my head around things. Maybe find myself...whatever that means."

"Then tell him, Laura. You two aren't kids. Be honest. He will understand."

She turned to smile at him, actually turning her body under the water. Her knee touched his hand, and neither of them moved. Actually David made the conscious decision to rest his hand on her thigh, near her knee. He smiled back at her. 

There were unspoken words, and in each of their minds, they were having two different conversations.

Laura was thinking, just tell me if you want me...cause I haven't a clue how to react. And David was thinking, don't let Jesse stay the night, don't get closer to him.

Not that he wanted anything concrete with her. He knew very well he only wanted something sexual. He wanted to make her feel emotions and orgasms she could only dream about, but he certainly didn't want anything serious with her either.

Laura took a deep breath, grasping for conversation.

"So are you taking Carey home?"

"What?! No, no...not at all. She is surely willing, ready, and able though."

"She likes a challenge, and isn't used to hearing 'no.' Just fuck her and she will stop humping your leg."

He laughed hard at her frankness. "Maybe I like stringing her along."

"Yeah, who is this woman you are set on? I thought Maria was a casual thing?"

He raised an eyebrow and gave her a smug smile. "It isn't Maria."

Laura let the subject drop, turning back in her seat and resting her head against the pillow.

They both sat there quietly enjoying the moment, but David was hard and finding it difficult to just ignore his need.

"Well, I think I will head home for the night. Let ya'll get into your crazy stuff."

Laura couldn't help but laugh, she almost found it hard to stop.

"I think if you stuck around you could teach us all a thing or two."

He leaned over, grasping her shoulder softly and whispering in her ear, "I only give lessons one on one, Laura."

Once again she was sitting there confused by him.

He let himself out the back gate calling over, "Have a great night darling."

As the night wore on slowly everyone left. Laura was alone with Jesse down in the pool, cuddling, kissing, and just enjoying each other. Carey had gone to bed with an alcohol headache and Nick had been fortunate enough to sneak off not only with Jen, but with Kim as well.

Holding on to Jesse as he moved her around in the warm waters of the pool Laura felt at ease. She had a good buzz going and knew that Jesse was staying the night, and she was completely comfortable with that.

After one particularly long, deep kiss, Jesse broke from her and touched her face gently, his eyes penetrating into her soul.

"Let's go on up to bed. You look beat."

Laura smiled lazily at him, nodding. "I think it's a buzz, not tired."

"Then let's go up and I can take advantage of that buzz."

He was grinning from ear to ear as he helped her up the steps out of the pool.

"You would do such a thing? Take advantage of a drunken girl?"

"Not usually, no. But I can make an exception for you."

They stumbled up the three stories of steps, occasionally stopping to kiss and fondle each other. Jesse's heart was pounding. He wanted her so bad, but he wasn't going to push the position, if she opened up to him, or took charge, then he would see it through. If she wanted to just cuddle and fall asleep in his arms, then he was perfectly cool with that as well.

Once in her room he shut the door and led her to the bed, sitting her down on it he dropped to his knees and continued to kiss her, his hands running down her shoulders, her arms, then to her delicate spine. He loved the soft sounds of pleasure she was making. He gripped the strings to that tiny bikini top and started to pull, hesitating just long enough to give her a chance to stop him. She did nothing but deepen the kiss.

Kneeling in front of her, removing the top put Jesse's head at the perfect height. Her creamy round breasts and deep cleavage were right in his line of sight and he licked his lips and began to kiss them softly, following the top curves and avoiding her nipples for the time. They were hard and he was wondering if it was from the damp bathing suit or his touch. He squeezed them gently and listened for her whimpers and soft mews of pleasure. Rolling his tongue along the silken flesh, he came to her taut pink nipple and suckled on it as his fingers played with the other.

He stood and then gently pushed her onto her back and curled up on the bed beside her, his hand gliding down her smooth belly to the lovely curve of her bikini clad sex, her hand came up to stop him.

Laura had been returning his affections, she hadn't stopped him when he removed her top, or as his mouth and tongue sent her into sweet torment of bliss, but everything was telling her she shouldn't let this continue. It wasn't fair to either of them.

"I'm sorry Jesse. But I am in no frame of mind to start a relationship, even just a casual sex thing. I don't know where my heart is or where it wants to be."

"I'm good with that. I'd sound like an ass if I said I wasn't worried about a long term relationship." His light laugh was sincere.

"Yes, yes you would."

"But I would be lying if I said I wasn't upset, or that I didn't think about the possibilities, cause I do. Both long term and just casual."

"I can respect that."

She sat up and headed into the bathroom, calling over her shoulder that she was more than happy to share her bed though.

When she came out, Jesse was under the covers with a wide grin on his lips.

"What's that shit eatin grin for?"

"I didn't bring anything to change into."

"So?"

"I'm sleepin nude."

"Well, that makes two of us." Laura let the black satin robe fall to the floor.

Jesse just stared at her. There was something in that act that made her seem more seductive and sexy than when she had walked into the bathroom. Even though she had only been wearing a tiny bikini bottom that left little to the imagination, watching that shimmering ebony robe flutter down around soft ivory curves almost made him cum right there.

He swallowed hard and let his gaze travel up from her bare sex, past supple breasts to those stunning emerald eyes.

"Maybe I should sleep in another bedroom."

Laura laughed. "Just go into the bathroom and jerk off."

She was shocked to see him blush.

"I might have to do that."

She had climbed under the covers with him and curled up close, nestling her head on his shoulder and curling a toned leg up around his, a slight rub of her damp pussy to his thigh. She tried very hard to keep from rocking her hips, or letting her hand trail down to his very hard cock.

As they lay there in silence, Jesse ran his fingers through her long fiery mane, just breathing her in and concentrating on anything other than her near perfect nude body curled up to his. He thought about a side job he needed to look at tomorrow and what he might charge, also some things that needed to be done around the house. It wasn't working.

It especially didn't help when the sounds of wild sex started to drift up from the floor below. Just great. My brother is fucking two girls he could care less about, and here I am trying to talk down my cock!

Hearing Laura giggle caught his attention.

"That poor boy."

"Really? I was thinking more like, 'lucky SOB.'"

"You would. But those two are WAY more than he can handle."

"I'll get to hear all about it tomorrow."

"So will I."

There was a long silence inter mixed with occasional snickers from both of them when certain sounds or phrases were made.

It was Jesse that broke the silence.

"Ok, I need to be honest." He had turned to lie on his side and look her straight in the eye. "I am not looking for anything from you, or expecting anything. But I am horny as hell, and that surely isn't helping."

"You want to join him?" Laura teased.

"No, I want you...wait...is that an option?" He teased her right back.

"I didn't lock you in here. Go for it."

Now what guy isn't going to take a moment to think about that? Problem was; that was his brother down there also.

"I want you, Laura."

"I want you also, but I don't want that awkward feeling tomorrow. Can you promise me that neither of us will feel that?"

Jesse lay back down, his arms crossed under his head, closing his eyes and sighing. "You know I can't."

Laura kissed his cheek softly and closed her eyes. At some point the buzz put her to sleep. 

Jesse on the other hand snuck out of the bed and went to use her shower. The sounds coming from the other bedroom and his need for Laura were just too much.

Nick couldn't believe his luck. He was nineteen and having a threesome. Kim was straddling his face and his tongue was making her cum time and time again. Jen had been relentlessly fucking his cock and he was on his third erection. He knew damn well that with the alcohol and getting the first two out of the way, he wouldn't cum again anytime soon. 

He had the great fortune of having both girls suck him off earlier after watching the two of them feast on each other's pussy's. Both girls were sexy in two different ways. Kim had lots of curves with big beautiful tits that he loved burying his face into, and Jen was this tiny little thing that seemed so fragile.

As Kim again flooded his mouth with thick cum he could hear that the two girls were kissing and moaning. Jen had slowed down on his cock and her pussy was gripping him in wonderful spasms, cum dripping from her and covering his cock and balls. Both girls shifted off of him and crumpled up on the bed, touching and kissing, pulling him into the embrace.

Kim giggled, "Know what would make this better?"

Nick gasped, "This could be better?"

"Oh yeah! If your brother and Laura joined us." Jen purred with the thought.

"Ummmm...no. I don't want my brother anywhere near my cock."

Both girls laughed.

"But Laura? Hell yeah." He rolled Jen over onto her back and shoved his face between her legs, wanting to clean up all that cum she had let loose on him.

As he enjoyed his dessert the girls continued to talk.

"I've never done brothers." Kim hinted.

"I've never done two guys at once at all! My God you are a slut Kim."

Kim was watching Nick lick and suck on Jen's pussy, pulling and stretching her lips and clit. She knew Jen was in heaven with all he was doing.

"Ya know, you are really good at eatin pussy. Most young guys aren't."

"Mmmmmmm...I agree, I could let him do this all night."




What She Needs Ch. 06



Nick stopped and looked up to her as his hand slid up to Kim's tit, pulling and twisting a nipple hard. "I have every intention of doing this all night; just will have to share with Kim here."

Kim was moaning and gasping as he began to pull harder.

"Kim, let her snack on your cunt baby."

She gladly complied, positioning her body so that Jen could suck and lick at her swollen cunt and Nick could continue to drive her wild by tormenting her crinkled hard nipples.

"You like that don't you? A little pain to your nipples?"

"Yesssss," she hissed as Jen began to tongue fuck her sex. Nick tweaked them harder, thrusting his tongue deep into Jen's pussy, causing the petite beauty to jump.

At some point the three ended up passing out in a crumpled mess. All three were sticky with cum and completely sated sexually.

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(ok, i promise...maybe not the next chapter, but the one after...David and Laura will get together soon...i just love the build up)



What She Needs Ch. 07



Laura stood in the drive waving goodbye to her friends as the sun began to sink behind the house. She turned to head inside, but suddenly found herself not wanting to be alone in the big house. Instead she headed across the street and up the small sand path passing through the tall billowing sea grass, climbing the small dune. Her steps quickened as she walked down the sharp slope to the beach below. The waves rolled in slow, gentle laps on the soaked sand.

She walked along, the water splashing up over her feet. She tried to loose her mind in the gentle sounds of the quiet beach. Most people had gone back home to dinner and relax around the houses they rented for the week. The gulls cried overhead, and somewhere far off she could hear the faint sounds of grooving beach music. It made Laura smile and sway her hips in rhythm as she walked. She didn't want to think of anything important; she certainly hadn't planed on having Jesse run through her mind.

She felt so good in his arms, and waking to see him smiling at her in the morning was comforting. She had laid there most of the night wrestling with thoughts of rolling over and having sex with him. The girls had chastised her, telling her she was out of her mind; "that boy is CRAZY about you," was Carey's statement. 

And he was, sincerely. It certainly wasn't a summer crush, she could tell that. He took time to get to know her, and hadn't been upset when she had told him she just wasn't ready to take that step. 

Why wasn't she ready? She wasn't an overly religious person that felt she should wait, and she had no issues with casual sex. So why did she feel the need to wait now? And was it just waiting or was it something more? Part of her had no intention of having anything sexual with him.

Something made her stop and look out over the vast ocean, the moon was half full; in another week it would be huge and beautiful over the silver shimmering waters. This beach would be lit up and lovers would walk up and down the waters edge. Some would even sneak off into the dunes for some intimate caresses...or more.

David had been following along quite a distance back from her. He wanted running into her to be casual, and soon he would cut up to the high side of the dune and back track, making it seem as though he had been on the beach before her. He knew Jesse had stayed the night, and he could only assume the young couple had spent the night tangled up together. It bothered him, but more than it should have. Though it changed nothing for him; he still wanted her.

He turned and climbed to walk along the dunes, moving past her as she strolled lazily playing in the water, watching the waves and moon. Then he came back down the sloping sand to the water line and headed back in the direction of their houses and her. God she was beautiful! Just walking along easily, paying no attention to those around her, just lost in her own thoughts.

David paused a moment. Was she thinking of Jesse? What if they had made a deeper connection last night? Was he willing to do that, to move in on Jesse's girl? No longer, the sweet sexy Laura renting next door, but his son's once best friend's new girl. With a deep breath he continued his path for her. Who was he kidding? The two were just summer flings, a fun fuck for the time she is here; no different then what he also had on his mind.

"A girl your age should be careful walking the beach alone at night."

Laura snickered at the well known voice. "It wasn't night time when I started out." She looked back over her shoulder; she also hadn't intended to walk that far along the beach.

"What are you doing out here, David?"

He shrugged, "just needed a walk. What else am I supposed to do with my time?"

"Good point." Laura again looked back, stalling there with him. She wanted to head back, but didn't want to impose on his space.

"Come on. You aren't walking this beach alone. Let me take you home."

He noticed her smile instantly; she was grateful and took his arm in acknowledgment.

"So, did the girls have a good time?"

Laughing, "the more appropriate question would be; 'did Nick have a good time?'"

"Really?! That lucky son of a bitch. It was only three years ago I had my first threesome."

Laura stopped in her tracks and looked up to him wide eyed.

"I'm older Laura, not dead. And some women find me quite handsome."

"Well I certainly won't argue that."

They strolled silently for some time. He wanted to ask about Jesse; it was just trying to word it right.

"David, I know we haven't known each other long, but I quickly felt close to you, at ease with you...."

"Yes?" He wasn't sure what she was leading at.

"What's on your mind? It's like you want to ask something but don't know if you should."

Damn! How could she be that perceptive?

"Well, I was just wondering about you and Jesse. You both seemed very close last night."

"I really don't know. I am so happy with him, and could fall for him in a heartbeat. But something is warning me not to."

"You think he wont respect you, or that it will be a summer fling and then gone?"

"No, it isn't that. I wouldn't mind a summer fling or casual sex. But something is telling me I shouldn't cross that line with him."

"Maybe you don't want 'casual sex' as you put it, because you are thinking you want more."

"Oh God no! I am thinking I just don't....want."

"Want what?"

She stopped and turned and looked at him, even in the low moon light he could see the deepness of her eyes, the heartfelt emotion on her face, or rather, the lack of heartfelt emotion.

"That's just it....I just don't 'want.' I know it's sad, it's horrible, but I just don't want to feel anything right now."

David stood there just looking down at her, that soft angelic face was pure porcelain in this light. He wanted to grab her right then and kiss her hard; to fall down into the sand pulling her little shorts down and bury his cock full into her; to make her feel. He thought sure that was the problem. She had spent so much time with young boys that played her, used her sexually for their own pleasure, never once opening up her desires and needs. Add that to the loss of her mother; he just wanted her to get immersed in emotion...her emotions.

If she could have, Laura would have buried her face into his strong chest and cried, but she couldn't. There weren't any tears that needed to fall; there was nothing. That realization had hit her while she was helping the girls' pack, while she was walking alone on the beach. She was just empty.

David put his arm around her shoulders and they continued on in silence, following the path through the dancing reeds and across the small two lane beach road. He didn't make a sound when he walked her to her house and opened the door, following her inside. 

Instead of heading upstairs she asked him, "Want a beer?" then headed down to the bottom level and game room.

"Sure." David followed then sat on the couch and watched her swaying ass move over to the bar. In the light of the house he could see how tight those little gym shorts really were, cutting up her ass, hugging it perfectly. She was braless under the cream tank top, and the ocean breeze, or something, had made her nipples as hard as little pebbles.

Laura plopped down on the couch with him, handing him the bottle as she turned hers up and drank deep from it.

"In the mood to get trashed?"

"Why? Are you in the mood to take advantage of me?"

There was something in her tone that made him question whether it was meant as a joke.

"I am a rich man, Laura. I don't have to take advantage of women."

"You've made mention to that several times. How rich is 'rich'?"

He thought for a moment. What was the best way to explain his situation to a girl her age, her maturity?

"I could buy you this house, pay off your college, buy you any car you wanted, and still have pocket change to fly you around the world. That rich enough for you?"

Her mouth dropped open. David just laughed.

"My God! And here I have been renting next door to a Sugar Daddy and never knew it."

"Oh, you knew it all right. You just aren't that kind of girl."

"For all of that I could be!" She laughed.

Then she turned and leaned against him as she finished her beer. He naturally wrapped an arm around her and gave a soft squeeze. 

Then he leaned his head down and whispered in her ear, "this isn't enough to be classified as arm candy."

He laughed as she elbowed him, "easy now, girl. I am old and fragile."

"Yeah, I bet."

"Do you play?" He asked motioning to the pool table.

"Yes, I do. And if we were in a bar, I would tell you 'not very well.'"

He got up and started racking the balls as Laura readied the cue.

They played two games when Laura started to warm up and make shots consecutively. David was amazed as she ran the table, making shot after shot. She saw the look on his face.

"My father bowled three nights a week. At the ally, they had pool tables. So from about age eleven or so, I shot pool three nights a week, you kinda get good at something after a while."

"Ya think?"

She laughed as she called the eight ball, sinking it in a side pocket without hesitation.

As David gathered up the balls he looked up, he had a chance.

"You know, I met my wife over a game of billiards?"

"Really?"

"Yes, she came with another friend. I thought she was stunning, so I offered her a bet."

"OK, I'll bite."

David set two high balls at the far end of the table, side by side and against the rail. He placed the eight ball between the two, and on top of the rail, making a pyramid.

"I bet I can hit the eight ball without the cue leaving the table or knocking either of the other balls."

Laura looked over them, "That's impossible."

"She said the same."

"And what is the bet?"

"A kiss."

She laughed, "Sure then. And if I win?"

"You wont."

"But if I do?"

"I will pay another week at the house for you."

Her eyes got dark and her smile widened, "You're on."

She was laughing as He took position at the other end of the table. He set the cue, struck it and as it slowly rolled toward the balls, he nudged the table jostling the other two balls. They rolled out of the way. The white cue struck its intended target.

Laura's jaw dropped.

"Yup, she looked like that also." He snickered.

He noticed again that simple sway as she walked over to him. She was really going to go through with it. He had thought she would back tract. Why did He feel nervous? 

She said softly as she looked up, "a bet's a bet."

Laura stood before him, suddenly aware of how much taller he was, she lifted up on her bare toes, her hand resting softly against his chest. As lush pink lips touched his, she felt a warmth move over her. His hands were sliding up her sides, one staying at her waist while the other moved to her back, pulling her in close.

She had intended on it being a simple little peck, but now her head was spinning and her pulse racing, it felt so good to be near him. Her lips parted just slightly as her tongue slipped by and danced over his mouth. Was it a tease, or did she want him. 

She didn't get a chance to make up her mind; he touched her face softly and pulled from the kiss.

His voice was a hushed whisper, "That's twice that trick has worked, but the kiss was far better this time."

Laura took a deep breath and a step back, blushing at the compliment.

It took her a minute to find herself. It was only an hour ago she had given up on caring whether or not she got close to anyone, and now her body was overflowing with the need to touch his, to kiss him again. But he seemed completely calm about the whole thing. She was once again lost, not knowing what his intentions were.

"Why don't we head upstairs?" She hadn't intended it to come out that suggestively. "Oh my. I didn't...." She laughed getting two more beers.

David just laughed and went up with her. "Sure you didn't."

He sat down on the couch and she sat in close to him, again, leaning on him as he wrapped an arm around her. He thought about how good the kiss had been, how wonderful she felt now in his arms. He was sure by the way she was downing those beers he could have her right now. 

"I am going fishing tomorrow morning on my boat. Come with me."

She looked at her empty bottle and sighed. That sounded wonderful; to get out on the water, cast the rod, loose her self in the hum of the motor and the slap of the hull on the waves.

"Sure thing. What time?"

"Five AM to early for you?"

"Not if I'm fishing."

"Good."

They laid there for a while in silence as he finished his beer. He never thought much about it, figuring she was just comfortable and in thought. It was when she stirred that it occurred to him she had fallen asleep in his arms. He shifted, moving her so that he could look down on her sleeping face. With ease he scooped up her petite frame and carried her into the bedroom, pulling back the covers and laying her down on the crisp white sheets.

This is where he wrestled with himself. He wasn't perverted enough to try and undress her, or fondle her, but the thought of climbing in with her and holding her close for just a while longer did creep into his mind. His aching cock told him quickly to cover her and leave, so he did. He would have her all day tomorrow on the boat.





(editor's note...ok, i know, i know...i promise, next chapter! thank you so much for the comments and encouragement!) 



What She Needs Ch. 08



(editor's note - well here it is, the long awaited sex scene. took me forever to write and it is long as hell, hope you guys all enjoy it and it is everything you were hoping for.) 

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David's mouth was pressed to Laura's as their tongues played and danced. His hips rocked hard against hers and he was amazed at how unrestrained she was to rock up to meet his deep downward thrusts. She was so tight, so wet, and her muscles clung and gripped at his cock, pulling him in deeper, begging for him to pound her harder. He stopped kissing her to watch the extreme pleasure play over her face, her head rolling side to side on a pillow of red curls, her tiny body writhing under his assault, and through it all she was begging him for more.

He lifted up, sitting on his knees, grabbing hold of her slender, sexy hips, pulling her back, driving into her at a new angle. Her hands flung about, smacking at the lush covers and gripping, wringing them in her hands, as her heated cries and moans filled the room.

"Oh God, YES! David, please! MORE!!!!"

Pulling her up from the bed, cradling her in his strong arms, forcing her to ride him; he needed to hold her diminutive body next to his. To feel those pert tits and hard nipples press to his chest. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, he wanted to savour every inch of her. 

Kissing, nipping at her ear, he whispered in a low husky voice, "Is this what you wanted Laura, what you needed? Tell me you wanted me to take you."

"Yes....yes...yeeessssssss! I've been waiting for you to take me. Fuck me David....PLEASE!!!"

She pounded her hips harder against his, his fingers tied up in her fiery mane, tugging her head back so that he could once again devour her lips. Just then her body quivered as she rode her heightened orgasm, her pussy gripping hard around his cock, squeezing, releasing, and then pulling it again. He moaned and grunted loud as he came inside of her, filling her tight sex with every drop of his seed.

Her head dropped to his shoulder and she nuzzled into him, both of them panting wildly. It was everything he had hoped for.

The alarm went off at 4:30 AM. David groaned as he slapped it. He then cussed feeling that his boxers were wet. He hadn't cum in his sleep in years.

In the shower the dream was still very much alive in his mind. As he was drying off he was thinking about cancelling on Laura. How was he to keep his erection in check around her with that dream on his mind?

The phone rang.

"Morning." He knew it had to be her. 

"Mornin. Should I pack snacks and a big thing of coffee?"

David laughed; she hadn't a clue. Why would she? He had made no mention about his boat.

"It's not necessary. I keep the boat stocked."

"Oh...ummmm...ok then. Well I am ready when you are."

"Just got out of the shower, I will be down in about fifteen minutes."

"Great."

Laura hung up the phone letting her mind process two things; the boat was "stocked" and was he standing there nude while on the phone. Funny that the last thought would be on her mind, but she mindlessly licked her lips at the idea.

They both came out their doors at the same time. It was still night and the street and surrounding houses were quiet and dark.

"So where do you keep your boat, Pirate's Cove?"

"No, Oregon Inlet, I like being closer to the ocean."

Now she was really thinking. She had assumed they would be fishing in the sound. She knew it wouldn't be a tiny boat, maybe twenty-five or thirty feet. But she now kept thinking about the conversation last night about his wealth. She was also curious about ending up in her bed. She hadn't remembered climbing into bed and she always slept nude. 

"David, ummmm...I don't remember going to bed last night."

"I wouldn't think you would. You fell asleep on the couch....in my arms. I carried you and put you to bed."

There was moment of silence as she processed that. She needn't ask if anything happen, she knew her body well enough to know that answer. But the thought of falling asleep in his arms, of his sweet gesture, it made her heart flutter.

"Laura?"

"Yes?"

"Nothing happened. Are you ok?"

"Yes, yes...." She chuckled. "I know that, I just didn't know I was that tired."

"Long weekend I guess."

They seemed to be the only car on the highway until turning down the two lane road that carried them south. They were accompanied by other four wheel drive trucks and SUV's all carrying fishing equipment. Most of them turned into the same marina they did, the others turning left to head out to the four wheel drive beaches for surf fishing.

He parked and helped her with the bags. They walked into the supply store and he talked with several of the captains about fish and tides. Laura looked through the baits and some of the rods.

David came up behind her and laid a hand on her shoulder, "The boat's fully stocked with all of that also."

"I lost my favourite rod last year when a striper caught me off guard. Actually, it was my favourite reel." She smiled up to him.

"If you buy one here, I can get you a great discount."

"Not necessary. It was nothing special, just good memories and been passed down the line. I got plenty of others that work fine."

"Let's head out to the boat then."

She turned and walked with him down the docks, past huge charter boats. First mates were busy setting up rods or helping people on board. Several boats were already heading out. Families that had paid for the "experience" took a multitude of pictures, trying to capture every memory.

At the end of the row sat a beautiful Carolina Sportfisher. Her bow sat out a good ten feet further than the other boats and the riggers and flying bridge towered far over head. The hull was royal blue and anything that could be trimmed in deep cherry teak, was. She was new and streamline, and several people were standing about at her stern looking her over. She moved beautifully in the slip, rocking with an easy sway in the low wakes as other boats passed. Across the back, in gold leafing was her name, "Envious," how perfect.

"Wow. That one is gorgeous."

David just beamed. Laura might as well have complimented one of his daughters. "Thank you."

She stopped dead in her tracks. "You ARENT serious?!"

He took her arm and chuckled at her, "I most certainly am."

"Morning Mr. Ross. Gonna be a beautiful day."

"Yes it is Michael."

Michael pulled one of the ropes and brought the looming boat closer in; David stepped easily over and then he and Michael helped Laura.

"Watch your step Miss."

"Thank you very much."

"Mr Ross. Captain Bull and I are taking out a small charter on 'Lonely Surf,' just along the coast line. A family booked her Saturday."

"Sounds good. Thank you Michael."

She saw the look and smile he gave David. It didn't take her long to put it together. Michael was the first mate; he probably lived on the boat most of the time. David had him set up the boat and gear, but wasn't going to have him tag along.

The man tipped his hat and undid the lines, letting the beauty free.

Laura looked in amazement at her; the large back window had a huge marlin etched into it with a few tuna also. They looked like they could swim right off the glass. She ran her fingers over the back of the fighting chair, even it was made of adorned teak.

"You can put the bags inside, I am going up top to steer us out of here."

She nodded stupidly, still dumbfounded, and slid open the door. If she thought the outside was beautiful, she wasn't prepared for the extravagance of the inside. Tan leather furniture, plush dark chocolate drapes and pillows, and thick carpet that she really just wanted to wiggle her toes in. So that's what she did, kicking off her flip flops, giggling. The ride was so smooth; if she hadn't looked outside Laura wouldn't have even known they were moving.

There was a bar, equipped with a wine cooler and hanging rack with glasses, several swivel chairs and a large couch that curved from the door around and alongside the tinted outer windows. Little hidden lights gave a glowing look to the soft colors and made the room seem cozy. Setting her bags down on the couch in the sitting area she walked through the small dining area to the galley. It was bigger than her kitchen at home, and sported stainless steel cookware and the same marble countertops as the bar. The entire space was lavish and large; in fact she was almost sure this boat had more total square footage than her house.

She decided to make herself useful and put on the coffee. With that done, Laura paused a moment, trying to decide if she wanted to venture down the hall and be nosey. It didn't take her long to go for it. 

She passed a bathroom that actually had a separate shower with an etched glass door and real granite sink. Not like her fathers boat that if you used the shower, the john would get wet also.

Down five small steps took her to the bedrooms, two small ones on either side of the hall with bunks, and then a large master at the end. She pushed the door open slowly; her breath caught in her throat. It was a bedroom that romance novels would write about. It was lit by the same little hidden strands of lights and two port holes to each side, and two top up escapes. The covers were thick satin chocolate and again, cherry teak covered anything that stood still. A large flat panel TV hung on one wall and beside that, a heavy wardrobe with richly engraved doors, roses crawling up the sides and in bloom made the room feel like springtime.

It even had its own private bath, just as lavish as the other.

For a quick minute Laura thought about how many woman David had brought here, how many of them got lost in just the space alone, let alone his stunning blue eyes and strong arms.

"Ok, get yourself together." She took a deep breath and headed back out.

She stopped and fixed two cups of coffee remembering somewhere that he liked his black.

David heard the door slide shut, and looked over to see Laura climb up to the flying bridge. He reached out to help her and smiled seeing the sealed cups. She sat down in the captain's chair beside him and looked out over the water as the sun began to rise.

"Oh my, that is....well, heavenly."

"Isn't it?"

He knew she had taken a tour. She had been down there long enough. He wondered what she thought of it all.

As if reading his thoughts, "so, I am thinking you are more than welcome to adopt me."

He laughed at her frankness. "I don't need anymore daughters."

"Oh? How about a maid? I can keep this boat clean."

"That's what I pay Michael for."

"Ok then....a maid in your house?" She laughed.

"Now you are talking. I'll buy you one of those sexy little outfits."

"David!"

"What?! It was your idea."

"I thought we agreed you weren't a pervert."

"No...no, you assumed I wasn't."

Taking another sip from her cup she watched as each boat sped up and headed out different directions.

"When you said fishing, I thought in the sound...spot, croaker sort of thing."

"Well, I could turn back, but we would look kinda stupid using the outriggers in the sound."

He slowly gave throttle and her bow crept up, it was amazing to Laura to watch how a boat worked, to see them rear up with speed and then plane off, cutting through the waves.

"How big is she?"

"Sixty-three feet. She's a Paul Mann Custom."

"I know. It's rather obvious." She quipped.

"I didn't realize you knew that much about boats."

Laura just shrugged. She didn't really. She could steer one, put in and take out her father's boat, and definitely make her way around one. She only knew it was a Paul Mann because she had been looking up charters before coming down here and when she saw a couple pictures of them, she fell in love.

"I'm a woman of many talents. So, do you charter this boat?"

"Occasionally. Mostly she is for my use and to take out high end clientele or beautiful women." His smile was smug, and charming all at the same time.

"'Lonely Surf' is my usual charter."

"The other boat is yours also?"

"Yes, but it is much older, and smaller."

Some how Laura guessed it wasn't that much older or smaller, but she left it alone.

"Had you planned on going out with the captain and first mate if I didn't come along?"

David just shrugged, he hadn't really thought about it.

They rode for the next hour just talking about her school, growing up, his daughters, random casual conversation. Laura felt like she'd known him her whole lifetime, as if she were cruising with a long time friend of her fathers.

Finally he let up on the throttle and let "Envious" come to a coast, idling nicely in the low roll of the waves.

"She is a very smooth ride indeed."

David was concentrating on the equipment, reading the map and depth finder.

"I've caught some big flounder through here, and smaller schools of tuna. Let's drift a bit and run the bottom."

"Sounds good, flounder is yummy."

After getting rods and bait set, Laura pulled off the light long sleeve shirt she had been wearing. Underneath was a red tank top that clung to her tiny body so perfectly. She was wearing her bikini under that and David took a moment to just drink her in. The copper curls were pulled back in a pony tail and her shorts were cut off just below that sexy crease where her thigh connected with her cute little ass. He could even see the bottom of the pockets hanging out. He had to turn quickly from her as he fought to get hold of himself, the dream still plaguing his mind.

Laura wasn't noticing it a bit; she was concentrating on her rod, lifting it, and feeling for the bottom.

"Where's the drop?"

David looked over and out a ways pointing, "there are two drops, one in about twenty-five feet, the other another forty feet from that."

"Do you fish for marlin?"

"I do, but wouldn't dare with just the two of us. I'll put us on some good sized tuna though, maybe a cobia."

"I don't care really, either fish or a buzz, I'm gonna catch something."

Just then she felt that long slow pull on the rod. David saw her smile and tighten her grip.

With a controlled pull up she held the rod firm, and then started to reel it in, the rod bending. He was impressed. She reeled her line in and then gave a steady pull up, only to do it all over again. Laura certainly knew how to flounder fish. 

He readied the net and watched as she smiled ear to ear, it was a wonderful sight.

Then he saw his rod bend over, "Damnit!"

"Set the net there, get yours." She exclaimed.

As David brought in his in the same manner he heard Laura squealing. Looking over his shoulder she had the rod in one hand and was scooping up a large flounder with the net in the other. He could have fallen in love just then.

She made quick to take hers off the hook and toss it into the live well, then help David with his.

"Think mine was bigger."

"Oh, do you now?"

They were both laughing and rinsing off their hands.

"Let's do that again!"

He was happy to see that glint in her eye. After last night she had seemed so lost and almost twenty years older, like she had given up. And now, she was a vibrant twenty-three year old again.

They made that pass several more times, bringing in the fish each time. 

Laura had lost the tank top and David was enjoying the view of her lush tits and the little bit of green fabric from her bikini that just barely covered her succulent breasts.

They were back up top the flying bridge and heading further out to sea. Laura wanted to go after some tuna.

She had her little bare feet propped up on the console, leaning back in the chair, enjoying the breeze. David leaned back and rested his arm across the back of her chair. He let his fingers touch the back of her neck softly. It was at this point he was reminded he hated the way his flying bridge was set up, with two separate captain's chairs instead of the one large bench.

"Do you ever stay the night on her?"

"Rarely when she is docked here. I have taken her to the Keys and Bermuda, then, of course I stay aboard."

He could see it in her eyes again, that shock and awe factor. Funny thing was, most girls her age would have already jumped the Sugar Daddy train, but Laura wasn't the kind. He could tell she was impressed, but it had no bearing on whether or not she would like him.

"Laura, could you get me a beer?"

"Only if I can have one."

He just smiled and watched her climb back down; it was a wonderful sight to look straight down into her cleavage.

David took a minute to run a plan through his head. He needed to turn up the heat; he needed to touch her.

As she came back up he asked, "want to steer?"

It was like a kid a Christmas.

"Really?! Can I?"

He took a step back and gripped her waist, pulling her into his arms and placing her between the wheel and himself, cradling her in his arms. He knew she had maneuvered boats, but nothing this big, and there wasn't really anything to worry about out here, just mostly holding on to the wheel, but it brought her closer.

He leaned in and talked into her ear, one hand resting on her hip, his thighs spread on either side of her as he sat in the chair. He took long drinks from his beer and occasionally reached around her to move the wheel or adjust the throttle. 

After a while, he pulled back on her hips, "sit down," bringing her into his lap. She offered no resistance.

They talked easy, and his soft touches to her bare back or sides didn't seem to alarm her. In fact, at one point he almost thought she moved into his touch, wanting more of it.

Laura was well aware of how close they were, of how his touches were making her quiver. And every part of her was telling her to back away, to slow it down, but she couldn't. Or maybe she didn't want to. She wasn't sure. But she was enjoying herself, and once again found herself in that state of confusion; was he coming on to her or not?

As they continued on he talked about different boats they would pass, or the fishing areas they were in, some captain's secrets, and even pointed out where he had lost a boat seven years ago. 

His hands were on her shoulders and he was massaging her, just at the base of her neck and shoulders. She was reminded of the day he had put lotion on her, how wonderful it felt, and this was very much the same. 

He moved down her spine and outwards over her ribs to her sides. 

He chuckled lightly in her ear, his lips almost touching her, "you aren't ticklish."

She teased back, "you haven't found the right place yet."

Oh how he wanted to find that place. He wanted nothing more than to throw the anchor, take her below, and find all those special places. He hadn't had a single woman in that bedroom and now he wanted her to be the first.

"Is that an open invite?"

It was his tone that caught her. It wasn't as light and joking as he usually was. Her pulse quickened and she felt a heat between her legs. She normally wasn't caught off guard, but she didn't know how to respond. She didn't know what he was thinking or what he wanted from her. Hell, she didn't know what she wanted from him.

David could sense two things from her, she tensed at the thought that the sexual tension was hanging there, and her skin tingled in response as well. The first was a bad sign; the second was a good sign. With all his years, this told him she wasn't quite ready.

He patted her outer thigh, "hop up, this is a good place to stop."

And like that, Laura was left to wonder again. If he wanted her she wished he would just grab her and take her; then she could at least know whether to smack him or give in to his touch. Right now her body just kept thumping from one high to another.

He set up the outriggers and explained a few things to her, then went inside to steer, leaving the sliding door open. They trolled for an hour with no luck.




What She Needs Ch. 08



Laura was stretched out along one of the padded benches sunning her self. David had looked back just in time to catch her wiggle out of those tight jean shorts before lying down. Now he had killed the engines and come out to join her.

"You are going to get burnt again."

"Never while you are around. Besides, you enjoy the excuse to lather on the sunscreen."

"Come inside, let's eat something."

They made sandwiches and sat on the couch, finishing their beers.

"Did you take the tour earlier?"

Her answer was an almost silent, "yes."

David had gotten up to get the sunscreen and was moving in behind her.

"Your back is already on fire, lay down." He gently pushed her down to the cushions of the couch. As he smoothed in the sunscreen she couldn't stop the little whimpers and moans, some from pleasure, the others from the sun burn that was already starting.

"We'll need to put some aloe on you at home."

"Mmhhmmm"

It was feeling so good. His touch was relaxing, soothing, and euphoric. Her breaths were increasing and her body responding even though her mind was far from thought. As his hands made their way to the small of her back and then to creamy thighs, her legs spread slightly and hips adjusted.

David was rock hard in an instant. That's it baby, don't think too much about it, just let my touch feel good, let your horny hot little body respond the way it should.

He leaned down over her and whispered softly, "roll over."

She did, without hesitation. He started rubbing her chest and collar bone, down her slender arms, over each curve of her supple breasts, kneading his fingers into her. When he moved down to her flat belly and past that pretty little stone in her navel, her hips again shifted, rocking up to his touch. He smiled as his fingers dipped below her bikini line, following that crease of her thigh down to between her legs; they spread further. There it was, that one rock up of her hips, the soft whimpering moan that went with it, the spreading of her thighs, bending of her knees, opening up for him, the scent....my God, the scent of her sweet young naturally wet pussy. 

Keeping his hands right in the vicinity of her inner thighs and cunt, he waited for the right moment. It would present itself soon, he knew it. With his full touch, flat hands moving up her inner thighs, fingers pointed to her sex...it happened. She moved, thrust slightly just as his fingers reached her bikini and he conveniently sent them under the material and straight to her wet petals. He froze and waited.

Laura's eyes got wide and she held her breath and didn't move.

"I'm sorry....I was...then you..." He falsely stammered.

Her eyes drifted closed again, her hips moved, lowered.

His fingers were still pressed to her soft labia. She decided to just lay still and she waited for what he would do. She didn't think she wanted him, but she wasn't sure. And she felt that at his age, he should definitely be the one to make the moves.

He did. He slid a finger up and down her wet slit a few times, slowly. 

Laura mindlessly moaned. It didn't matter what her heart or mind thought, her body wanted this.

With that, David slid two fingers deep inside of her, curling them quickly and rubbing her, his thumb pressed to her clit. This time her moan was unmistakable. He continued, moving his fingers slowly in and out as they curled hard. His erection was throbbing, she was so tight around his fingers he could already imagine how she would feel taking in his thick cock.

Other than his fingers buried knuckle deep inside of her, the moment was far from intimate. She wasn't making eye contact, or moving with his conquest, but she wasn't stopping him either. 

A thought of dread came over him. Was this rape to her? Did she feel since she was out on a boat alone that she didn't have a choice?

She whimpered again as he pushed in deeper. How bad did he really want her?

Both of them startled when a booming horn came from outside, the CB crackled with a voice.

"Lucky Seven calling Envious. Everything alright Bull?"

In an instant David drew his fingers from her wet pussy and moved over to the radio, grumbling to him self as he did.

"Phil, its David. Anything wrong?" He was looking out the port side and Laura sat up to look also.

"Hey. Just worried since you are a drift and no signs of life on deck. Wouldn't want you to have a heart attack old man."

"Funny kid. We got out of the heat to have something to eat. All's fine."

Laura tried to wrap her head around what had just happened. She had almost had an orgasm to his fingers alone, but she really felt like a deer in headlights. 

The men talked a bit about fish and where the Lucky Seven had hit on tuna. Then David turned and looked to her as the other boat pulled away.

He sat there, looking at those shinning green eyes. Come on Laura. Call me to you, tell me you want it.

His heart sank at her words. "So are we chasing tuna again?"

It was as if nothing had happened.

"Looks like." He wanted to give her an opening. If she was uncomfortable, or felt he had pushed to hard, he wanted her to be able to back out easily

"If you want to that is. Or do you want to head in...or just stay here, sun bathe some?"

"I can sunbathe at the house. Let's fish!"

She was trying the best she could to get her mind on something...anything else other than the fire between her legs. Part of her wanted to walk over and beg for him to take her; or maybe just lead him down to the bedroom. But ultimately it was the age thing that stopped her. Would she be a little slut for wanting such an older man to take advantage of her? There was no mistaking what had just happened. He definitely wanted her, but wanted what? He's an adult Laura, just talk to him about it. She couldn't, she just felt she was being a sexually, overly charged young girl.

David sighed, not enough so she could see it, but his disappointment ate at him. She hadn't wanted that; she hadn't wanted him. And now she just wanted out of the situation. But she also hadn't demanded to go home, so she obviously wasn't angry. 

He would just keep it friendly and keep his hands off her.

The rest of the afternoon went well. They talked as usual, hit tons of fish and lost track of time, heading back in the sun started to sink lower in the sky.

They were seated up on the flying bridge again.

"I hadn't planned on being out this late."

"It's beautiful, and I don't mind. Will anyone be there to help with the fish?"

"Yeah, I called in. They know I pay well, they'll stick around."

"David?" Her voice was soft, and hesitating.

He closed his eyes, he knew what was coming and he didn't want this conversation.

"Yes, Laura."

She was searching for what she wanted to say. Should she just tell him she had enjoyed it? That she wanted more. She didn't know if she could say that, she didn't honestly know whether or not she did want anything further. She certainly hadn't resisted, but to be away from the situation now, it seemed odd to just say, I would really like your fingers back in me.

"Laura? I ...."

"I just wanted to say I had a great time. I had fun." 

She paused a moment looked at him with those sweet warm eyes and placed her hand on his arm.

"I enjoy being with you."

She didn't think that was enough, it was too vague, but it was the best she could do.

"I love your company as well, Laura. And you are far better to look at than Bull and Michael."

She had left him with more questions than answers, and he felt like a teenage boy in the back seat with a girl for the first time, fumbling.

Laura chuckled, "well I should hope so."

They had backed into the slip, Michael and a few others had gathered around to help with the fish. Laura was in the cabin packing up some of her things when David walked in with another older gentleman.

"Laura, this is a good friend of mine, Jack."

The man was well dressed in a light blue polo shirt and khaki slacks with dark brown deck shoes. Laura got the impression real quick he too owned one of the elite boats docked nearby. She also didn't figure he was the type that actually went out "fishing" on his boat.

She extended her hand, "Pleased to meet you."

He raised an eyebrow and took a very noticeable long look up and down her entire frame.

"The pleasure is mine, darling."

Laura looked at David, she saw him clench a fist and his jaw tighten. He then took a deep breath, she figured to calm him self.

"Jack's boat was just moved over to Pirate's Cove. There is a storm moving in.

"Will you be moving Envious?"

David laughed and turned his joke to Jack, "No, my baby is paid in full. Not as much insurance hassles."

"We can't all have your fortune David. Let's have some drinks. I'll get Margaret and we can all relax here and catch up. I am sure she would love to meet your new fling."

Laura's mouth damn near hit the floor. His new...what?! That arrogant ass! He didn't know a thing about her OR her relationship with David. Or was that how David had described her. She looked quickly to him and she knew fire was in her eyes.

"Ummm, Jack, we've been fishing all day. I am sure Laura is beat, and she is just a friend. She is actually dating the William's boy, Jesse."

Her fire got hotter. Please stop "attaching" me to someone.

Jack had shrugged and was already calling his wife. 

David mouthed the words, "I'm sorry," and Laura just shook her head.

"It's ok, I did bring a change of clothes. I'll take a quick shower." Grabbing her bag she headed down to the back bedroom.

She was pulling off her tank top when David walked through the door. His breath caught for a moment. He knocked on the door.

"Laura, I am sorry. We can go."

"No, its fine, just going to sit around an empty house anyway. Besides, I'd like to see his fling." 

It was sarcastic and immature, but she didn't care.

David felt his temper flare, not from her words, but from Jack. And now he could see that it had hurt her. He closed the gap between them quickly and grabbed her arm, possibly a bit harder than he had meant too. Turning her he looked down at her and was stern with his words.

"I did NOT call you that. I didn't mention you to him at all till we walked inside and I introduced you. Jack can be an ass. He was quick to assume."

"Quick to assume? Where would he even get such a notion? Do you often have quick young 'flings'? Is it hard for the town folk to keep track?"

"What are you talking about?!"

"Janet, Maria....Carey...me, just now on the boat?"

"Janelle, and she and I have known each other for years. I didn't do a thing with Carey, and well...I am sorry for what happened. I..."

Laura wrenched her arm from his grasp. She wanted to cry and she didn't know why, and she damn sure didn't want him to see it.

"I need to take a shower."

"Laura I think we should talk..."

"I think you should go upstairs and clear things with Jack. And by the way, adding that I am dating the 'William's boy' didn't help."

Laura shut the door to the bathroom just as tears fell down her cheeks. Why was she so upset by this? And what was it that upset her, being referred to as a "fling?" The incident on the boat? 

She took a rather lengthy shower, as lengthy as one can take on a boat anyway. She was standing there nude with her hair wrapped up in a towel and was looking through her bag. A knock came on the door.

"Hold on."

She quickly removed the towel from her hair and wrapped it around her body; "come in."

David had changed into a tan button up shirt and navy slacks. His hair was damp and waved back, she could smell his aftershave. He was gorgeous, but his face looked worn.

"You look nice."

"I keep clothes on the boat. And while I am sure it could stir an argument, Maria has a nice dress hanging in the wardrobe, some shirts and tops. They would probably fit you."

He hated telling her that; he knew she would conclude that he and Maria spent countless nights in this bedroom together. But why should he care what Laura thought about his sexual escapades.

She was looking through the clothes, something about being in Maria's clothes didn't sit well, but she knew his intentions were good. He didn't want her to feel anymore out of place around his older, well to do friends.

She pulled out the clothes she had brought and laid them on the bed.

"Are these ok?"

He sighed and smiled at her, "I should have known. You women always think ahead. That will be very nice. Again, we can go home."

She could smell the faint aroma of fish cooking, her stomach growled and she giggled.

"Girl's gotta eat."

"Are we good?"

She slumped on the bed, the towel splitting open exposing her creamy thigh. Did she know how incredibly sexy she looked with that white towel barely covering her? Those long wet, blood red curls begged to be grabbed, tousled in a frenzy of heat and need.

"I don't know David. I'm out of my element I guess. I don't know how to react around you, or how to control my emotions around you."

"Why do you feel the need to control them?"

The question caught her off guard.

"Cause, I....well...I..." She looked down, flushing with the thought.

He reached over, lifted her chin with his fingers and looked into those swirling green spheres, "Laura, are you attacked to me?"

"Yes, of course."

"You said age wasn't a problem for you."

"It isn't."

"Then what is?"

She had to laugh, she couldn't help it; "well, the age is the problem."

David laughed also.

"I don't want to be a fling, David."

"We don't know each other well enough to be serious Laura."

"Oh! No, that isn't what I meant. Ok, I am just gonna say it. I feel like a slut coming on to a rich man that is older than my father."

He laughed again, "fair enough. But I clearly remember being the one to seduce you."

And if it weren't for the guests upstairs he would have taken her right here.

"It's all so very confusing to me."

"Then let's take that from the equation. You have stated you aren't interested in a relationship, casual or otherwise. Right?"

"Yes," she answered dryly.

"You even pulled back from Jesse, right?"

"I did."

"So then, let's put away the very stupid thing I did earlier and agree to be friends. If you weren't angered by it, or disgusted, then I am ok with forgetting it happened. I was just fearful I had pushed the line and you thought ill of me."

"God no, David. It was awkwardly wonderful." 

They both laughed softly at her wording.

"Then get dressed and come up to eat. Another couple has joined us as well."

He kissed her forehead and left, closing the door behind him.

David was sitting in one of the bar chairs when Laura walked up. His back was to her, but he knew she was there by the reactions of the others. When he turned around, he had the same reaction, complete awe.

Though he had seen the clothes lying on the bed, it wasn't the same as how they hugged her body. A short navy skirt that came mid thigh that showed off her well toned legs, and a white, shear button up sleeveless blouse that she had failed to button fully. It gave a beautiful peak of her well set cleavage and the way her hair was drying naturally in those reckless curls, David wanted to chase everyone out of his boat. How was he supposed to forget his fingers buried so deep inside her tight cunt when she looked like a sex goddess.

He quickly gathered himself and made introductions, standing and taking her arm.

"Laura, this Margaret, Jack's wife. And Tom and Jenny. Tom owns the boat Lucky Seven."

"Laura smiled politely and shook each hand, turning her warm gaze to Tom, "She is a lovely boat. Not often one sees a green hull."

"I did that to match the color of money and the felt on the tables."

David leaned in to Laura's ear, "Tom won her in a game of craps."

Laura laughed, "Yeah right."

"You should thank me, David. Right after I won that damn thing I had to replace engine two. And it gave you a reason to buy this monster."

Laura looked up to David, "You lost a boat to gambling AND sank one?"

"To be fair, I sank the other boat first, then bought Lucky Seven, then lost it to gambling."

The group laughed and Laura sat down on the edge of the couch, near Jenny. Other than Jack, they all seemed a bit younger than David, maybe mid forty's. Margaret was a tiny little thing, and at one time may have been drop dead gorgeous. She was sneering at Laura, thin lips pursed; Laura assumed that sneer and her mindset is what made her age badly.

Jenny and Tom looked like a typical Vanderbilt couple. Sport blazers, perfect hair, and Laura giggled inwardly thinking they looked like twins. Wasn't that how the wealthy kept their money, marrying cousins? But Jenny was friendly and bubbly and quick to chat Laura up.

"Did you have fun fishing?"

"I did yes."

"First time?"

"God no! I've been fishing since I was old enough to hold a rod...or rather a pole. We used to have this creek by my house, loaded with catfish and blue gill. I rigged up an old bamboo pole dad had tucked away. Salt water and deep sea is much more fun though."

"Laura, would you like some wine?"

"That would be lovely, David. I know we are having fish, but I don't care for reds, so maybe a blush?"

He smiled at her. In one quick moment that sexy little girl next door had turned into a debutant. He was worried she would feel out of place.

Margaret was out to spoil it for her though, "Oh? You are old enough to drink?"

"Margaret!" Jenny quipped.

No, I'm not, but David likes his underage girl's easy to manhandle. How would that suffice for a response?

Laura just smiled, "I'm quite knowledgeable on wine and would be happy to give you a small lesson, Ma'am."

David about spit out his scotch at the ending jest toward the other woman's age, that's a girl!

There was idle conversation about fishing, the storm coming in, and a tournament in a few weeks. Jenny asked Laura about her hometown and school. Jenny was a lawyer and intrigued to find that Laura was going into criminal forensics. Laura immediately liked her. And Jenny whispered over in her ear about Margaret.

"She's only jealous. Who wouldn't be, right? But he rejected her; she thinks it was due to her age."

Laura only nodded and then excused herself when she saw David move to the galley. He was checking the oven.

"What, no on board chef?

"Well, I could have, but I am rather particular about my tuna."

"It smells wonderful. Here, let me?"

He was starting some rice so she added water to the pot as he got the other things together. It wasn't that the galley was separated from the living area, but the boat was large enough and Jack's voice loud enough, that Laura felt she could talk privately.

"So, you rejected Margaret?"

He snickered, "Jenny filling you in on the gossip huh? I did. She had been my wife's closest friend down here, and I may have my vices, but screwing another man's wife isn't one of them."

"She was married to Jack?"

"Yes. And she made it clear that she didn't care. So I made it clear that I did."

Laura chuckled. And that woman had the audacity to give her sneering looks.

He refilled her wine glass and shot her a sly smile.

"Trying to get me drunk?"

"We're staying here tonight. There is no way I can drive home at this point. You might as well sleep soundly."

After dinner, the men went outside to smoke cigars and Laura just listened to Margaret and Jenny talk about their social club. She was feeling good from the wine and kept thinking about staying the night on the boat. She was excited about it actually, curling up in that big bed, the easy rock from "Envious." 

She excused herself to the restroom and chose to use the more private bath off the master, taking a moment to splash her face a bit. The wine had made her hot.




What She Needs Ch. 08



Returning she found everyone outside on deck saying their goodbyes. She subconsciously slipped her arm around David's waist and he placed his arm around her shoulders. Ok, well it wasn't subconscious; she did it to piss off Margaret.

"I've never slept on a boat before? Least not at night. Passed out a couple times while sunbathing."

"You have a bad habit of doing that."

"It's an easy way to get a guy to give you a massage."

He laughed at her as they walked back inside; she was still curled up close to him. He could feel his erection grow. This would be next to impossible. Best thing was to get her settled into his bedroom and try to let the Scotch put him to sleep in one of the other rooms.

"I'm gonna have one more."

"I might as well finish off that bottle?" She giggled.

"Don't you think you've had plenty?"

He could see she was loose, but nothing indicated she was beyond capacity.

"Seriously, David?"

He just shrugged as he poured the last bit in her glass, "Alright."

They both sat on the long sweeping couch, the same one where earlier he had brought her near orgasm. Her mind was racing with the thought of it.

So was David's. There seemed to be something different about her right now. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was their talk, but something made him think she was opening up to the idea of being with him. 

He had promised he wouldn't; he knew he shouldn't, but David had to have her; he had to try.

He sat his glass down, took hers from her hand and in one quick motion pulled her into him, his lips pressing hard to hers. To his shock, her mouth opened and her soft tongue slid across his lips; she moaned. It was long and deep, and as her hands roamed, he held her tight, afraid if he let go she would wiggle free. 

With gentle coaxing, he pulled her into his lap, her knees bending, legs curling up on either side of him, kneeling over his lap; she pressed her body to his and rocked her hips. He broke free from the kiss and those sky blue eyes stared straight into her soul.

"I know I said, just friends, but I want you Laura."

It was her answer that shocked him. He wasn't sure what he thought she would say. Mostly he thought she would give an excuse and pull away, but he surely didn't expect to hear the words that came from her. 

"Then take me."

Her voice was husky, lust filled, and Laura didn't even know where it came from. Was she drunk? No, she thought about it, she wasn't even moderately inhibited. A good buzz was all. But as she said it, she felt it.

It then occurred to both of them that was it; because of his age, she needed him to take her, to lead her through this. She wasn't a virgin, and she had seduced plenty of guys her own age, but this was different. It was a new scenario for her, a new feeling and she needed him to guide her. 

David was more than happy to comply. He didn't care for women that wanted to control things, or that thought they knew how to make the sex better. He wanted Laura to experience sex his way, to give her feelings no boy ever could. He wanted her to be young and willing to learn.

He kissed her again, this time much harder and slid his hands up under her skirt, bunching it around her waist, pulling against her hips, making her rock harder on his growing erection. As he did, she arched her back, pressing her tits into his chest and moaning again in delight.

He was lost in the electricity from her lips, the static charge that seemed to travel through her small body and straight to his fingertips. Everything about her felt good, each rock, each movement of her breasts against him, the way her hands found their way to the back of his neck, up into his hair. 

He gave one more hard tug to her hips, making sure she could feel his erection grind against her lace clad sex, then his hands left her hips to move up to her blouse. Starting at the top button he kissed her soft skin as each button was loosened. It was slow and deliberate, and he had her skin crawling from it. 

No guy Laura had ever been with took such time with her. It was a joyous agony to watch him inch his way down her body. She leaned back as the shirt was freed; shivering as the shear fabric was moved off her shoulders and fell to the floor. She watched amazed as he took each pearly white, lace covered tit in his hands, squeezing them, running his thumbs over the nipples.

As she watched him, David watched her, reading her facial reactions. It was clear no man had spent time with her. Young guys rarely do. He spent several moments just massaging each supple tit, enjoying each gasp and sigh she made.

"You are so beautiful, Laura."

He loved that blush that would color her porcelain cheeks. He wondered how often she ever heard something so simple. 

She reached up to undo the buttons on his shirt. Her hands had a small shake to them. It surprised her, that she would be nervous to have sex. But she knew this would be different. Her breath caught in her throat as she slid the shirt free from his chest and shoulders. She had seen him without his shirt on, it shouldn't be a surprise for her, but it was as if she were seeing him for the first time. She smiled letting her hands glide softly over his pecs down his sculpted stomach, it was hard to believe he was fifty-nine.

She looked up quickly as she heard him moan at the touch, both of them looking deep into each others eyes.

David grabbed her and pulled her in tight, kissing her deep as he lifted her off the couch. He didn't want to take her there. He wanted her in his bedroom; he needed to have her there, on that huge bed.

They kissed and nibbled the entire walk down the short hall and he laid her gently on the soft bed. Pulling his lips from hers and moving them down her smooth body, stopping to suck each nipple through the lace. That little pink jewel in her navel; it had been beckoning him since he first met her, and now his tongue played with it, moving it, pulling on it. He smiled as he heard her giggle softly. Oh she hadn't a clue what wonderful places on her body held joy she couldn't even imagine. He would show her all those new places.

David's hands travelled up the outsides of her thighs, moving to the waist of her skirt. She lifted her hips naturally to let him unzip the back and slip it from her. He dropped the skirt on the floor and stood there at the end of the bed just looking down on her glorious lace clad body.

Even with all the sunbathing her skin was still fair. The white lace bra and panties both melted into her ivory color and stood out against the silken flesh. An angelic face was framed by a halo of copper and gold curls and she looked like something out of a magazine laying there on his chocolate satin comforter and pillows. Those dazzling green eyes looked up to him, almost pleading to him to continue, but he was lost in drinking her in, memorizing this image.

"David?"

Laura was confused; he had a look of lust and desire in his eyes, but he was just standing above her, his hands on her thighs, touching lightly.

He didn't answer her; instead he dropped to his knees, spread her legs and began kissing between those lush creamy thighs. With each kiss his fingers played on the outside of her legs, then down to her calves. 

Within moments her hips were moving, legs twitching, she was trying to move her pussy down to his lips. He could smell she was wet, it was filling his senses, but he was determined to take his time.

Laura writhed in need. What is he doing?! She needed to feel his lips on her cunt, his tongue inside of her; she was wild with it. She kept moving, her body inching down the bed, trying to get closer.

David reached up and put a firm hand on her hips, holding her down.

"Hold still Laura, patience. Just enjoy this."

He almost laughed at her groan, continuing his slow torment, making his way slowly to her sweet sex. Once there, he moved his nose across the lace, reveling in the smell of her, his hot breath warming the lace and her labia.

Laura's moan was loud; her shudder undeniable. He placed his mouth over her sex and sucked through the lace, just letting the heat drive her wild. She tried to shift but his hands still had a firm grip on her hips. 

She whimpered in protest, "David, please."

It fell on deaf ears.

He glanced up her tiny frame, seeing the navel ring brought his mouth away from her flower and up her flat young belly, again kissing and tonguing her navel, his fingertips played on her sides, the tiny hip bones, the lace that thinly laid just under them. 

She squirmed again and as he made his way down to kiss and nip at each hip bone he slid fingers under the lace and pulled them down her legs. Laura twisted and moved to help get them off.

David rose up just a bit; she was so wet her bare sex was glistening. He looked to her, again those green gems were pleading. 

This time he wasted no time burying his face in her moist cunt, tongue slipping inside of her, lapping up and in and out in deep slow movements. She groaned loudly. He continued to lick and suck, pulling on each lip, grabbing at her hard clit, twisting it in his teeth.

Laura was reeling from what his tongue was doing to her. She had never felt so good before; no man had ever taken such time with warming her up, building her fire. And now it was roaring. Her hips moved up to his tongue, pushing forward, driving him harder to her cunt. She was surprised when the feeling hit her, when her body tingled. One hand grabbed tight to the covers as the other weaved into his hair; she trembled as the orgasm shook her.

David smiled as she came, he was certain she had never experienced an orgasm in such a way. Her cum was thick and sweet and he licked and lapped every drop she offered him, kissing her softly to help her come down from the bliss of it.

She was panting as he climbed up her body, kissing touching, his fingers skimmed up her side to her arm, following the curve and touching the fold of her elbow, small circles, then down to her wrist.

He whispered softly in her ear as he nipped and kissed, "You taste like heaven."

"Mmmmm..." was all she could offer in response.

She was still tingling and the light touch to her arm was keeping her on edge.

David squeezed hard to her succulent breast, now frustrated with the lace bra; he reached under her and unclasped it, pulling the pearly lace from her chest and arms. A moan caught in his throat, her tits were damn near perfect, just as he assumed they would be. Hard pink nipples sat upon creamy round mounds of soft ivory breasts. He couldn't decide whether to worship them with his mouth or his hands.

He did both, squeezing one breast with his left hand as his lips wrapped around the other creamy mound, suckling as his tongue flicked the hard pink nipple. Her whimpers and pleads of more excited him and he sucked harder, moving his lips to pull in just the soft sensitive areola, still flicking at the nipple. 

Laura was crawling under him. This was pure ecstasy for her, and through the midst of it all she realized he hadn't even penetrated her yet. My God, if he's this good....she groaned with the thought and now she needed him. She needed to feel his hard member deep inside her.

"David, please. I love the fore play but..."

He didn't even let go of her nipple, only gripping it with his teeth when he spoke to her, "but what?

She could see him grinning up at her, a devilish look in those bright blue eyes; it frustrated her, and it turned her on; to be completely in his mercy, helplessly his, to have him controlling this. She felt that undeniable tingle move through her body again; he shifted positions and pressed his bulge against her sex. 

Laura groaned, "David, your pants."

"I know." He continued to suck and lick his way around her lush tits, his mouth finding comfort in her cleavage.

"Please."

"Damn you beg well." He chuckled. "Are you enjoying this?"

"I am but..."

"Then shush."

He pressed his hard cock against her wet cunt, letting her feel it through the confines of the fabric. Sucking in her nipple again he began to suck and twist on it in his teeth, pulling softly, just enough torment to give her pleasure. David loved to hear her whimpers, her soft moans of joy.

Laura needed to feel him closer, the hardness and size of his manhood was pushing her beyond control. She wrapped both legs around his waist and squeezed tight bringing him in to her, lifting herself up and grinding against him. Her cries out were loud and full of need; his dick was throbbing against her scorching clit. She ran her hands down his bare back, raking painted nails across the skin, this time it was his moan that filled the room. 

She was trying to get her hands between them when he pulled up from her and unzipped his pants, kicking them off David climbed up the bed, positioned himself over her and guided his cock head to her dripping wet slit. Her eyes were wide as she looked down to watch him, her hips wiggled.

David stopped a moment, he wanted this to be easy and tender, but his lust had over taken him. He had almost shoved his thick cock in her with full force and wild need. With several deep breaths he looked down to her soft, lovely face. Those brilliant jade eyes were now looking up to him; he kissed her so softly as he pressed his body down against hers, just letting his cock rest there against her pussy. They both began to rock and grind against each other, but it was calmer, more reserved and David was now back on track with where and how he had wanted to take her.

Laura was amazed at how quickly he could change. Her emotions were less in check, once wired and ready to pounce she rarely could back down, but now, here she was, putty in his hands. Something that had gone from "on the edge fuck me now" was slowed down to two people reveling in the feel of the other. And she was certainly enjoying it, with just one easy twist and rock and.....

"Oh Laura, I've wanted this, you so bad."

David moaned as she moved her hips and his dick slid into her, such warmth, so wet and tight.

Laura was gasping as she felt her sex stretch to accommodate him, her eyes drifted closed and she rocked in easy motion with him, her thrust up meeting his downward drives, a syncopated rhythm only lovers truly know.

She didn't know what to do with her hands or her legs, she was rubbing every inch of his back and strong arms as her legs moved up high on his waist and tighter around him. David fought every ounce of his emotions to take her hard and fast, she felt so good wrapped around his cock, and her small body under his was fuel to his fire. Each little whimper and moan, every gasp of desire gripped him and he wanted to hear more of it. He enjoyed being the maestro to this beautiful symphony, to control the melodic voice of this siren.

"David, please don't stop. I need this."

Her words caught him. He thought about just last night on the beach, her lack of "want." How her face had seemed so empty and now here, looking down on her, that beautiful face was full of every emotion, lust, desire, need...want.

"Yes, yes you do. Can you feel it Laura? Can you feel what you do to me?"

He was lifted up, looking down at her and thrusting into her with more force, her diminutive frame moved slowly up the bed with each forceful push of his waist. Lush creamy breasts bounced and jiggled with each drive.

"Yes...yes...yes...please, God...more!" Her head thrashed from side to side in ecstasy, toned legs squeezed tight around his waist not allowing for much movement. With easy pressure she lured him back down on top of her, needing to feel the full contact of his skin to hers.

The heat from his body was amazing. Laura could feel every ripple of his muscles, and his attention to her, and her pleasures did not go un-noticed. All day she had thought about this, how he might feel, how he would take her, and now to have him over her, inside her; she didn't want it to end.

David smothered her perfect tits with his chest, the hard pink nipples were like hot pebbles against him, and he had forgotten how wonderful a tight little body felt. Not that Maria or Janelle weren't in shape or sexy, but they were older, and a woman can't keep that same figure after children, it just isn't possible. Having Laura brought him back to his prime, back when his wife and he were young and finding all those fun places for the first time.

He sat up quickly and straightened her legs, putting them against his chest and shoulders, stroking into her in long, slow, deep thrusts. He loved watching how wide her eyes got as his cock pushed its way into her. He could tell she hadn't been penetrated this deep; she was enthralled with it.

Wrapping one arm around her thighs to hold her steady as he drove into her, his other hand slid over her legs, moving to the back of her knee, swirling small circles over and over again. 

The position wasn't new for Laura, but the size of him was changing everything. He drove to her hilt and she was thankful for his slow easy motions. Her green eyes adjusted and held his dazzling blue stare. She knew he was reading her, interpting what he was doing to her, for her. In an instant it all became so very clear to her; yes, he had wanted her, but he also wanted to share this with her. It was for her. 

Was it that thought, his deep thrusts or the wonderfully tingling sensations travelling from the back of her knee that made her orgasm? She didn't know, and she didn't care; she just rode it and let it sweep through her in wild waves of bliss. When the storm settled she looked to see him smiling down upon her. He didn't cum, and he didn't stop; his thrusts got harder, and his magical fingers found a sensitive place on her ankles that quickly brought that same tingling numb feeling crawling back through her.

This time David saw her hand ring the chocolate satin comforter in knots as she peaked. He was amazed at how tight her little cunt could grip his cock, how it squeezed him, it took all of his strength not to unload into her right then. He concentrated on her, her pleasures, her enjoyment; controlling his breathing, his thoughts.

"That's it, Laura, cum for me."

He growled, even talking to her was breaking his concentration. Had he been early twenties he would have filled her and kept going, but he was unsure if he could do that now. He needed a break, to pull away from the wonderful wet sheath that held his cock so perfectly.

David withdrew from her quickly, and holding her hips, he rolled her over to her belly. She offered no hesitation, instead giggling softly, her creamy bare ass wagging as she lifted off the bed slightly.

Giving her a playful slap he was surprised to hear her squeal and then seductively moan behind it. Laura herself was surprised at how the slap had made her feel, a twinge in her sex, her pulse quickened by one easy smack. She shook her hips again and this time he slapped her harder. He had no intention of testing those waters with her, but fun was fun, and she seemed to enjoy it.

Tossing her tangled auburn curls, she peered up to him from over her shoulder. David let his hand travel up her spine, following the graceful slope of the curve of her ass up to her back, and over her shoulder.

"My God, you are beautiful."

She blushed, her voice caught in her throat. For a brief moment Laura thought she could have cried.

He saw it immediately, "what is it Laura?"

"You are so damn sweet, David. I'm in bed with you, having sex. There's no need for flattery now."

Her skin was so smooth, he could touch every inch of her with his hands and it wouldn't be enough, so instead he lay down on top of her, her bare back pressed to his chest; his cock sliding through the crack of her ass, made wet by her orgasm. There was that scent again, her hair, it was definitely her hair that smelled like fresh spring. Did his skin just crawl? Did she really just have that effect on him?




What She Needs Ch. 08



"I'm not flattering you, I mean it. And I am overjoyed that you would...."

He trailed off, not knowing the words to use, but she knew.

Laughing she answered his unfinished question, "Even in your fifties, you are hotter than most guys I have had sex with."

Reaching back her fingers ran through his hair, pulling his head down to her neck, he kissed her, suckled her soft skin, and now having control once again, he lifted up her hips slightly and pushed into her. Damn! How could she be so tight!

He rocked harder against her this time, fueled by her moans and grunts; his own groans mixed with hers in sexual harmony. 

Laura had pushed back and up against him, on her hands and knees she could rock hard against his forward thrust and his cock moved in and out of her in a heated frenzy. It wasn't long before the feeling washed over her body again; she loved how quickly he brought her to orgasm. How he knew exactly what to do to her and that he would give it to her time and time again.

"That's it darling, take it, feel it. I want you to feel all of me in you."

David could feel her orgasm long before she could, he watched as her back arched and she seemed to cat stretch against him. He shoved in deep and held tight, he knew it would be hard to restrain him self in this position, and her cunt fit him like a glove, little spasms milking his erection. He leaned down over her and growled in her ear, possessive and domineering; his strong hands reached under her and squeezed her tits.

"Do you feel that Laura? Your orgasm with mine?"

His cock bucked and jerked inside of her as it erupted with his climax.

Laura had never felt a man explode inside of her, but it was like experiencing sex for the very first time. Wild and reckless, the pound of his cock, the pulse of his head as each pump of thick ropey cum filled her. She was amazed she could even feel the heat of it, warming her inner walls, mixing with her own juices. Her muscles squeezed around him, nature taking over. 

Both of them collapsed on the bed, panting and glistening with sweat. David did his best to hold himself up from her petite frame, but he wasn't ready to pull from her and he found little strength in his arms. His body covered hers and she could feel his heart pounding through to her back.

"David," she gasped, "oh David...that was amazing."

He needed to look into her eyes, to pull her close. Reluctantly he let his drained cock slip from her dripping cunt, laying on his side and pulling her near.

"You are amazing Laura. Thank you."

He kissed her, not deep and determined, but soft, lingering, a gentle kiss of affection. There was that purr he was becoming so accustomed to.

Laura lay there silent for a moment after the kiss; her mind ran wild with different thoughts.

"Talk to me Laura, what's going on up there."

It wasn't what he was expecting. Though it was very much a thought every woman has after being with a guy.

"When did you first decide you wanted this....me?"

"I'm not absolutely sure. I was attracted to you with the very first meeting. You sort of grew on me. And you are sexy as hell; I'd have to be dead not to want to."

She chuckled lightly, answering a question she knew he was curious about, but would never voice. "Last night. I wanted you to take me last night. I'm glad you didn't, I wasn't in the right frame of mind for it, but God did I want you."

"I was worried about you last night."

She only nodded and sighed, nestling closer to him as he pulled her in tighter, helping her fight the demons that wrestled in her thoughts.

David wasn't sure where this put them. It was supposed to be just sex. And while making love to her, he felt every bit of her lover, a sexual equal, and now holding her, remembering last night, that older father figure kept creeping up. He hated that feeling.

In one quick movement she squashed it aside and pulled him right back to the intimacy they had been sharing, kissing him hard and deep, pushing him onto his back and climbing a top him, her firm legs straddling his hips.

"I need you again."

"Laura," he stammered, "I'm not eighteen. I doubt...."

Her wet sex was running along his shaft and it responded perfectly, thickening, hardening to her demands.

"You seem fine to me."

She lifted and with her small hand guided his large spear into her. Laura was actually surprised. As much as she wanted him, and had hoped, she was sure at his age he would need an hour or so. With his erection fully inside of her, she began to rock and ride on him in easy waves. He fit her so wonderfully. He was larger than any man she had been with, but his experience, knowing where a woman's sensitive spots were, made it so wonderful. The pain of accommodating him was pleasurable, and she ached to feel more of him. Now, seated above him, he filled her completely and his hard pubic bone rubbed against her swollen clit. She would cum over and over again riding him like this.

Slowly she rocked and lifted on him, just enjoying the sensation of him sliding in and out of her and moving inside. Her eyes were closed and little fingers danced over his chest like spiders scurrying over fresh webs. She concentrated on every inch of him, from his thick base to the way his mushroomed head felt grinding on her cervix, letting loose little sighs and whimpers of pleasure.

David just watched her in awe, the way that tiny waist twisted and moved, the slow bounce to her lush creamy breasts, even the ripple in her thighs and toned belly. His hands steadied on her hips, squeezing them, pulling her forward, urging her faster, and she gladly reciprocated.

He groaned in ecstasy as she begin to move and dance upon his cock in faster rhythm, "Yes, Laura, yes. Fuck, you are so beautiful, so God damned sexy."

When her eyes opened, they were darker, almost black with lust. Something told him he wasn't with his sweet little neighbor any longer, and when she smiled coyly down to him, the words that followed reassured him that he was now being ridden by a primal, sexual woman.

"Do you like that David? Do you like how my pussy feels, how it holds your cock?"

She was almost growling with it, leaning down and pressing her hot nipples into his chest; they were driving him wild. She stopped thrusting and just ground her clit hard against him in an agonizing slow circle, her cunt squeezing his cock.

"I could fuck you like this all night, David."

He groaned with that statement, the sound of her hushed voice in his ear, the feel of her warm breath on his neck, "Oh fuck yes, Laura."

With that she sat up. Lifted up on those beautifully toned thighs and began to truly fuck him, slamming down onto him repeatedly. Over and over again she crashed down on him, taking him fully, crying out with each plummet.

"That's it baby, ride my cock, fuck me."

Laura loved the way he talked to her, dirty yet sweet all in one phrase. No man had ever talked to her during sex. They just did what they did, achieved their orgasm then fell asleep. This was a coupling of two people. Not exactly intimate, but definitely two people sharing each other. She felt equal to him, experiencing this just as he was, not just something to get off on.

Even after all that time with Brad, she never really felt that sex with him was equal, that he felt he needed to fulfill her needs as well. The sex between them was great, but it was one-sided.

Here, now with David, it was about the two of them enjoying each other. He was doing things to turn her on, to bring her fully to boil, and at the same time she was doing all the things she knew he wanted. 

David didn't seem to be a lover, or at least not with her. And she judged by the fact that he didn't keep a steady girlfriend, he rather enjoyed reckless sex. So she gave it to him. It was fine by her; she actually enjoyed feeling like a little slut, being wild on top of him. It wasn't something she got to revel in often.

As her hips rocked and she bounced up and down on top of him, her hands glided up her now glistening body, David watched wide eyed as she felt every silken inch of toned belly, rippling sides and creamy, mounded breasts. He groaned as her hands squeezed and kneaded them, fingers finding the rock hard buds and pinching, twisting as she bucked above him. 

Damn, did she know how hot that was? Was she doing it just for him? It seemed like she was enjoying it, that it wasn't just a show, and he certainly was. His cock was twitching wildly inside of her.

With another twisting pull of each nipple her body went rigid and she screamed out, he could see her fingers squeeze around each succulent breast, the nails biting into the soft flesh, and then he felt it, her pussy clenched and opened around him and hot liquid flowed from her sex like a volcano. Damnit! She squirts! Grabbing her hips hard and thrusting up tight inside of her, he held her steady on him and enjoyed the feeling of her quivering pussy and sweet juices coating and flowing over him. Looking up he could see she was still lost in her own rapture; her entire body was visibly trembling. Laura's angelic face was turned up to the heavens and her long mane of copper and gold swished around her, he could even feel the ends of it dance on his own legs. Several strands clung in all the right places to her sweat glistened body. He remembered a thought he had once, a Celtic Goddess, and now he was lucky enough to pray before her alter.

As she took quick panting breaths the realization of what had just happened came to her. On several occasions prior she had squirted, but most younger guys didn't know what to make of it, so she had learned to suppress it. She hadn't a clue why she had let go this time. But now her head was fuzzy and she swam with it, melting into the afterglow, barely aware that David had sat up and was holding her tight.

"Breathe Laura, just breathe babygirl. Come down, come back to me."

He knew she was on the edge, he had seen women here before; she had given everything to him. He carefully moved her legs to wrap them around his waist, holding her tight while her pussy continued to quiver around his hard cock. He could last most of the night now, and when she came back down to earth, he planned on doing exactly that.

Brushing her hair back from her face he kissed her lips softly, she cooed to him, eyes beginning to flutter open and focus.

"Damn David...."

"Shhhh...catch your breath."

Looking up to him she smiled, it was soft and sleepy, he sighed in defeat. She would want to sleep now.

"I suppose you want to go to sleep sweetie?" He teased.

"Oh hell no, that was wonderful! I want to feel it again and again."

"God I was hoping you would say that."

He chuckled and held her tight, rocking her in his arms, feeling her shift and rock on his lap, reviving and ready to play. This young thing would make him sorry to be alive in the morning, that's if he even got any sleep.



What She Needs Ch. 09



David heard the steady hum of a motor; no it was a pump, a bilge. He was on Envious and her slow rock was making it hard for him to wake. There was a soft body curled up to his, a leg entwined around his waist and a small hand resting on his chest. He turned his head and buried his face into that sweet smelling fiery mane of hers, taking a deep breath. Laura. God, last night was amazing. She stirred slightly, rocking her hips and pressing her hot mound into his thigh. His cock twitched; he couldn't believe it. They had engaged in wild sex all night and he'd only slept for about 4 hours, and now here he was ready to feel her again, to enjoy all those wonderful delights.

He turned slightly, pulling her closer to him and letting his hand roam over her. Laura moaned in response, grinding against his leg again. How could he want her again? No wait; that was the wrong question. How could he possibly get hard again? Wanting her was easy. He continued to rub her softly and kiss at her cheek and lips, soft little nibbles trying to stir her.

"Aren't you tired?" She sleepily teased him, returning his kisses.

"I think I found the fountain of youth." He chuckled as he pressed his rigid cock against her belly, grasping her hips and urging her on top of him.

Laura's eyes opened quickly when she felt his erection. She couldn't believe his stamina, and she was still so tired; but she gave in and just giggled as she moved over him, legs curling up around his thighs.

"You are gonna fuck me into an early grave, old man. I don't think I can keep up."

David just smiled at her, grasped her by the hair, pressing his lips into hers, hungry to taste her kiss. He shoved his cock up into her and began thrusting hard. She met him in perfect rhythm, moaning with each movement and twitch inside of her tight cunt.

"You seem to be just fine, darlin." Taking her harder, holding her hips and driving her down on him with need.

"My God David, you are amazing. You make me feel so many feelings I've never felt before. I feel so free with you."

He kissed her hard again, driving his tongue into her mouth as his cock drove deep into her slick pussy. He could get lost in her, in everything about her. It wasn't just her looks, or her young age, it was her mind, and her outlook on life and her future. 

Yesterday she had been so vivid and had such fun while out fishing, and last night she had been so alive in his arms. He wondered if she had left her past behind, finding something bright and new, freeing her from what had held her back. To hear her say it, he was floating with just that knowledge, that he had helped her; that she was that comfortable with him.

He grabbed her tight and quickly flipped her over to her back, crouching over her, pounding down into her. Her eyes were wide and dark with lust, and she growled up to him.

"That's it David, fuck me. Yes! Fuck me! Use my tight young body." She was flashing him that sexy coy smile. It was a "come get me" look he had picked up on last night. She had this unique way of going from soft and loving to needing to be used and taken hard. Both of which he loved.

"You like this babygirl? You like being fucked hard by me, being my little slut?"

Laura loved it when he talked dirty to her, it got her body tingling and drove her wild, and she knew he loved it when she responded. They seem to find each other last night, connecting like no lover she had ever had. They didn't talk about what the other needed or preferred, they both just seemed to "know."

"Damnit David! Yes, yes, yes!" She squealed as her body twitched, cumming on his cock, riding her orgasm. She was squirting and with each slam against her, her sweet juices splattered over both of them.

"That's it baby, cum for me. Fuck Laura, that is so hot!"

He kept pounding her looking down to watch her pussy erupt around his plummeting cock. He was so engrossed with it, so enthralled with how her pussy squeezed his cock, wanting to make her cum like that again; he barely heard her pleas.

"David...David, easy...please. I need to breathe."

Taking a deep breath he looked to her eyes and grabbed control of himself, lowering down to rest above her, but supporting his own weight. He was panting as he tried to reassure her.

"I'm sorry Laura. I was just wrapped up...damn, I am so sorry."

"It's ok. I only just realized I'm a little sore."

She touched his cheek softly and ran her fingers through his thick pepper and salt hair, looking into those bright blue eyes, trying to catch her own breath.

David lowered his face into her hair, nuzzling her, breathing in that wonderful scent, his hard cock still twitching inside of her. He would never be able to cum; he was no where near close. He resolved to pull himself from her, kissing her softly, but deeply.

She moaned into his kiss and held him close, wiggling against him and whimpering when he pulled free.

"Don't pout babygirl. I'm just gonna start the coffee." He chuckled as he got up and walked out of the bedroom, not bothering to cover himself.

Laura watched him walk out; she couldn't help but think he had to have the nicest bare ass she had ever seen on a man. Getting up she went to the bathroom and freshened up a little, then sat nude on the bed and brushed out the wild curls.

Her eyes fell on the wardrobe. She wasn't sure what made her think about it at that moment, but she got this sudden chill remembering that David had said Maria had clothes in there. Why did that bother her? It wasn't like she had something special with him, or that she would have even thought last night was anything more between the two of them than just wonderful sex.

David stood in the doorway and watched her brush the same section of hair over and over, her eyes on the heavily carved wardrobe. What was she thinking? 

Maria...she is thinking about Maria. She doesn't know. He decided that trying to tell her now would seem like a lie, so he just ignored it and sat behind her, taking the brush and finishing the long mane.

"Your hair is beautiful. I love that you leave it long."

Laura smiled and purred as he ran the brush through her long locks. If any man ever wanted to win a girl's affections or get her in bed, brushing out her hair was the perfect start.

"My mom kept it short for years when I was little. But when I entered high school I started letting it grow. Other than regular trims, I've never cut it since. That feels so good, David."

She let her thoughts leave the clothes hanging in the wardrobe, concentrating on his touch and the smell of coffee. Turning she grabbed his hands and pulled into his embrace, kissing him and rubbing her lush tits and tiny waist against him. He moaned and held to her tight, touching every inch of her, the brush falling to the floor.

"I could do you all morning, hell, all day, Laura. I don't think I could possibly orgasm for a whole day, not after last night."

"Mmmmm...that sounds wonderful. Let's do that."

"Do what?" He pulled away and looked at her smiling.

"Each other, silly." She chuckled.

"Very well then." 

As he guided her onto her back and began to position his face between her thighs a loud chime sounded. 

"Fuck!"

"What's that?"

"The buzzer...ummm..door bell. Stay right here." He put on a pair of shorts and looked over his shoulder. Laughing, seeing her seated there with her thighs spread leaning back on her elbows, he added, "stay just like that."

"Smart ass." She laughed.

The chime sounded again. David was sure it was Michael, wanting to know when he could have his home back. He slid the door open and had to squint as the bright late morning sun hit him in the face.

"Emily! Errr...what are you doing here?"

"Hey Daddy." 

She hugged him and walked right past him and into the living area. David was dumbfounded. What would his daughter think if she saw Laura? His pulse raced.

"I didn't think you were one for sleeping in this late. I thought we would have breakfast but you weren't home so I called here. The girl at the office said she thought you had stayed here the night. Drinking again?"

Emily just rambled, picking up the empty wine bottle and the scotch, putting the scotch back at the bar. David didn't know what to say; he just kept glancing down the hallway trying to figure out the best way of getting out of this predicament.

He didn't have to come up with anything, Emily stopped in the middle of some ramble about having the day off and not spending enough time with him when she picked up the wine glass with deep burgundy lipstick, staring at it.

"Oh my God. Daddy, I am so sorry." She sighed, closing her eyes. "I should have known, the island's most eligible bachelor, late night on the boat. Shit, Dad. I really am sorry."

It didn't really chase her out the door though, if anything it peaked her interest more. 

She leaned in and whispered, "You and Janelle work things out? I really like her."

Now he took back his command as a father; his voice deepened, just saying her name in that tone that told her enough was enough. "Emily."

She ignored him. "You said never on 'Envious' though, that this was your escape. Remember...'no women on the boat'." She made that quote symbol when she said the word women; they both knew she meant "sex."

"Emily!" David looked back down the hallway.

"Oh fine daddy. Just call me later." She kissed his cheek and let herself out.

David sighed at his loss of erection and fixed two cups of coffee, returning to find Laura laid out on the bed, grinning.

"Well that was awkward." She laughed while taking the coffee.

"Just a bit."

"So really? You've never had a woman on this boat?"

"Nope. I mean, I have taken them out fishing and such, but never spent the night and no sex."

There was an odd silence for a bit. He knew she was processing it. He wondered if that made her feel special. Was she special? What was it that had made him break that restriction he had placed upon the new boat? Almost 2 years and he had yet to break it, why now?

"Then why does Maria keep clothes here?"

"Cause we often go to the club events together and I won't let her keep clothes at my home. Didn't think Janelle would like that very much."

She chuckled, "No, I guess she wouldn't. Why me?"

"Funny, I was just asking myself the same thing. I don't have an answer for it, but I can tell you this; I don't regret it." He looked around the room as he spoke, "Now every time I come in here I will think about the night you made me feel like I was in my twenties again."

Laura blushed and he took her hand and looked into those amazing jade eyes.

"Laura, last night was the first for me in a long time. I haven't had a connection like that in years. Thank you."

"No David, thank you. I felt alive again. It was reckless and hot, but I felt safe and cared for. I wish all sex felt like that."

"It should."

"Yes, I suppose it should."

Laura looked down into her cup, just staring at the small dark reflecting pool. How would this affect them? 

A vision of her sneaking from his house back to hers in the morning for the next 3 weeks came to mind. She just laughed.

Seeing her chuckle, David took a sip of his coffee and then asked, "what's so funny?"

"Oh, I was just thinking...I could see about saving myself some rent money and just hook up with you for the next few weeks."

He knew she was teasing and he gave her a little shove.

"You'll bore of me soon."

"I don't think so, not after a performance like last night."

"Laura, I am fifty-nine, I don't often have performances like last night. Hell, this morning was a shock for me."

"You weren't the only one!"

They both let their laughter fade and caught each others stare. They just sat there in silence and enjoyed the moment.

But both of them were thinking what would come next. How do you just step off the boat, drive home and then shake hands and say, "ok, see you around."

Neither wanted anything long term; and both of them assumed it wouldn't work anyway. It wasn't just the age difference; she was living in Virginia and still had a year or two of school, and he had his own lifestyle that he had become accustomed to. But there were concerns floating through their heads, and mostly they were the same thought with a different twist.

David's mind ran wild with thoughts of wanting more of her. He was rather addicted now and couldn't imagine having her next door and NOT being able to touch her, hold her, to make love to her. Could he get her to stay for the rest of the summer, or at least come down on the weekends for some fun?

Meanwhile Laura wanted to continue what they had last but was worried he would expect more from her in the way of a relationship. That he would become clingy and controlling of her time down here. And what about Jesse? She still very much had him on her mind. 

David felt he needed to break the silence, but he wasn't prepared to have that conversation yet. His first thought was to grab her and make love to her in furious passion, but he knew he was only putting off the inevitable, and also, Michael might want to get back on board sometime today. So he opted for going home.

"Would you like to get something to eat then head back to the house?"

Laura's stomach had rumbled a couple times, the coffee was helping, but it wasn't food.

"That sounds wonderful." She paused a moment as He got up and started to dress, she just sat there and watched him for a bit, taking in everything that had happened.

"David..."

He turned to just see her sitting there, coffee cup in hand, those sweet emerald spheres shinning up to him.

"Everything ok, Laura?"

Standing she took the few steps, set the coffee cup down, and wrapped her arms around him kissing him deeply. She isn't sure why, it was as if her body took over and she was just along for the ride, but the kiss was astounding. His arms tightened around her waist and he squeezed her with a raw need, pulling her in close.

David groaned as his cock hardened immediately, her kiss was an aphrodisiac for him. He was backing her up to the bed, ready to take her again. Her hands were pulling at his shirt.

"At some point we have to go back to our homes." He mumbled barely breaking this kiss.

"Yes, but just a little more, please. I don't know what will happen when we get off this boat. And I need you now."

She fell back onto the bed, David crouching over her. He wasted no time sliding his stiff cock into her; moaning and closing his eyes, thrusting slow and easy.

"You are so perfect, Laura."

She was gasping as her thighs opened wide, spreading them and then locking her ankles around his waist, biting at his chin and neck, nibbling his ear as she purred to him for more, and spurning him on with her wanton pleas.

David smiled as her nails raked down his back. He felt his cock twitch inside of her, and loved the little giggle she gave as it did. He thrust into her harder. He would have sat up and really pounded her if he hadn't needed to feel her small body pressed to his so bad. It was that feeling that made him this way; he was sure of it. Having someone so young that close to him, that wanted him, it was that alone that was dropping the years off his age.

She was smiling up to him, his eyes met hers and locked, for a moment, it was two lovers lost in each other. 

His pace slowed; he touched her cheek softly, affectionately trying to brush back an untamed curl, just drinking her in, the pleasure on her face.

"You feel so good, David. You make me feel wonderful." She almost whispered it.

He leaned down and kissed her softly, still caressing her cheek. He whispered back. 

"I don't want this to end Laura. I need this from you."

Just then she trembled, her pussy tightened around his cock and she began to orgasm. Her sex was hot and thick with cum; it coated his cock and as the soft walls spasm around his hard shaft, even though he would have thought it impossible, he came with her. His eyes closed and he shook with it, filling her sweet hole with his seed.

Neither said a word as they both lay there, catching their breath. He rolled to his side and cradled her against him, his drained cock slowly slipping from her.

For almost fifteen minutes they just held each other, breathing in the scent of their excursions. It was Laura that finally spoke up.

"What will we do?"

"I don't know. But I don't want to go back to just friendly neighbors."

"Nor do I."

"Then we take it day by day. I won't harp on you, Laura. I just need you to know that I want more of this."

She just smiled and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. They would get up, dress, and work everything out once the afterglow was over.

Bull and Michael sat at a bench talking about the fishing gossip and what repairs needed to made to the boats. Michael gave the older captain a nudge of the elbow and motioned with his head at the odd couple walking out to their vehicle. It was David and Laura. He had his arm around her shoulders and she was leaning her head against him as they strolled together.

"Pay up, Bull."

"Damnit! That is one lucky SOB. I couldn't get laid by a woman three times her age and twice her size."

"You could if you had his kind of money. Now pay up."

Bull handed him a fifty dollar bill and kept swearing under his breath.

"Now, I gotta go clean up after the two of'um."

Bull started laughing so hard he could barely utter his next jest. 

"Yeah! Enjoy smellin them sheets!"

Michael just threw him the finger and kept walking, watching the Land Rover pull off.



What She Needs Ch. 10



(editor's note - thank you all for being so very patient. it's been crazy busy for me. here it is, for those of you that are team Jesse, this will be a good chapter) 

*

The next few days passed slowly for Laura. She spent the majority of the day lounging by the pool or on the beach, and her evenings were spent with David. She had only slept in her bed once, and even that night he was lying beside her. It occurred to her one morning that by all accounts, the two of them were in a relationship. An odd relationship, but a relationship of some sort, none the less. 

She had been lying by the pool thinking about that when her cell phone rang; she both sighed and smiled seeing the number. It was Jesse.

"Hey you." She quipped. The thought occurred to her that he already knew; which was why he hadn't called earlier in the week.

"Hi Laura. How ya been?"

"Not stressing. Just lovin the beach life. I am thinking since you live here it isn't as big of a deal for you"

He laughed slightly, it was forced, but he laughed. That was the dead give away that he knew.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner tonight."

It didn't take her even a second to answer. "I would love to."

Really? Did she just agree to a date? What the hell was she thinking? He had been on her mind, and she really did want to get to know him better. Fuck, this was just a bad idea.

"We're having a big family cookout. I was hoping to pick you up and come back here."

She started to offer to drive, but she got the whole reason of why he would pick her up. Picking her up meant bringing her back home, alone. She decided to let it be.

"Sounds perfect, what time?"

"About five sound good?"

"I'll be ready."

He hung up. It struck her as odd. No, "ok, looking forward to it;" or "great, I can't wait to see you;" just a click and then dial tone.

Yup, he knew for sure. Question was, if he knew, then why bother to ask her out?

Oh that jerk! Her mind wandered. He thinks since I gave it up to David, he's a shoe in.

She was growling when she heard the back gate click shut, looking over her shoulder there stood an amazing dark haired guy. He was built, sculpted in all the right places, and his shorts hung low on his waist, that cut of his pelvic bone showing. She felt her insides flip and suddenly she was ten degrees hotter. 

He had this suave sexy smile, and even at this distance she could see those shinning blue eyes. He seemed caught off guard, but something made her think is was a façade.

As she looked him up and down, she knew him in an instant. He was the spitting image of his father, and Laura groaned at herself for growing wet at the thought.

Sean had been watching the beautiful redhead from the second story for over an hour. He thought she was stunning, and it took him no time to cook up a plot on how to get down there to talk to her. He knew little about her other than she was friendly with his dad and alone.

While she had been dozing, and right before her phone had rung, he had tossed a towel down and over to her pool. He would simply say the wind had grabbed it from the banister, happened all the time. And this line worked for him often.

"Excuse me. I'm Sean, David's..."

"Son, yes, I can see the resemblance. Can I help you with something?" Laura had broken into his introduction and fought to keep her composure and be stern; remembering that both David and Jesse had called him a screw up.

Sean chuckled. Well, I'll be, she's a spitfire. No doubt his father had warned her about him, but he wasn't worried. Most women couldn't resist his good looks and near perfect build. If he thought she was gorgeous from afar, he was awestruck with her now. Her petite frame wasn't girlie; she still had amazing curves. And lying on her belly as she was that apple shaped ass and slope of her back down to it; he was struggling to keep his erection under control.

"Ummm, well yes. It would seem the wind blew my towel off my railing." He stood rather still, almost like a deer caught in head lights, only motioning to the towel, not trying to retrieve it. 

She looked to the towel, then up to the banister, only smirking. Yeah right. So, what should she do? Be polite and introduce her self, or tell him get the towel and buzz off.

Laura closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood, walked around to the towel and bent down to retrieve it. It occurred to her when she stood, that watching her bend at the waist from that angle, gave him a good profile view of her ass jutting out and a great view of her lush tits and deep cleavage. He was bulging in his pants.

Fuck! Why does he have to be so damn hot!

Sean took a few steps over to her and accepted the towel.

"Thank you."

"I'm Laura." By the way, I'm already fucking your dad, so don't try it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm just spending a few days with my dad while passing through."

She almost laughed, but was able to stifle it. Again she felt that feeling move through her, hot lust that burned. If Sean held his body and looks like his dad did, any girl would be good to snatch him up now.

"So when did you get in, Sean?"

"A couple of hours ago. Dad's out playing golf. I've just been relaxing around the house. Was getting ready to walk over to the beach. Care to join me?"

"I would, but a friend just invited me to dinner. I need to start getting ready."

"Maybe tomorrow then."

"Maybe."

It was awkward for her. Did Sean know? Did he suspect? Or was he just interested in moving in on her anyway. For a brief, very brief moment the thought of having both David and Sean passed in her mind; she chuckled inwardly at it. 

You sick bitch.

"Thanks again." He called out as he walked off with the towel.

Walking back to his dad's house he was thinking about how easy it would be to get her. She didn't seem to fall into his arms like most women, but she definitely had an interest in him, he knew the look well. He might have to extend his stay a little longer.

***

While Laura got ready she took a moment to call David and leave him a message that she would be out and had noticed he had company anyway. That they would catch up later. She wasn't ready to say where she was off to and didn't want David to feel obligated to her while his son was around. It was an easy out for both of them.

At five her doorbell rang. She almost gasped out loud when she saw Jesse. It would seem sleeping in another man's arms can make a girl forget how sexy the other suitor could be. His stormy grey eyes seemed to swirl and the free wave of his blond hair just begged to be tousled. Damn, did her insides just flip?

"You look wonderful, Laura."

She blushed, probably more than she should have.

"Thanks Jesse." She froze for a moment, just lost in his vision. "Oh, ummm...I have a bag. I wasn't sure, ya know, with a picnic and such, so I packed..."

He laughed for her, reaching out to take it. Did she know how beautiful she was?

"Come on, I can't wait for you to meet everyone."

The thought was on her mind, why did he want her to meet the family, and did he know about David. She should just ask him, but she couldn't.

They talked idly as he drove out to the main bypass, headed north back up the island. He pointed out different homes and told her of things he had done to them; some local hot spots that, as teens, he and his friends would gather.

She got really excited when he turned left and headed towards the sound. This was a neighborhood she didn't know, and she loved new places.

"This is mostly islanders. Very few rentals in this subdivision." He remarked.

"The houses are so cute. Are they all on canals?"

"Not all of them, but ours is."

Laura's jaw about dropped when she saw all of the cars. He pulled into the driveway of a little white cape cod. It was on stilts, as most houses on the island are, but it wasn't as high. Not high enough to park a car under like the one she was renting. It was a modest home, and a sign at the bottom of the steps read, "loving memories made here." Quite touching she thought.

Jesse led her around the side of the house to the back where the party was going on a large patio and also down on the dock at the canal.

Jesse's brother, Nick, came over quickly and gave her a hug, whispering in her ear, asking when her friends would be back. She just laughed and shoved him away. The two boys led her around making introductions. She seemed to merge into the crowd rather easy and was soon off playing volleyball with several girls Jesse had grown up with.

From time to time she would look over and see Jesse. He would be watching her, smiling. It was a look she knew well; her ex used to look at her that way. It was the kind of look one gives when they are happy and proud of the one they are with. That look made her glow and feel warmth she hadn't felt in a long time. Why would he look at her like that? They hadn't gotten that close, what on earth would make him stare at her like she was the only one here.

Jesse too noticed that she would constantly look for him. He never let his eyes drift far from her. He had debated long and hard about inviting her. Nick had said to cut her loose, to move on, but something told Jesse that he shouldn't. He knew why Laura was here; that she needed to find her self and get away from all the shit back at home. Maybe it was that backlash that made her fall into David's arms; maybe it was the money; maybe she was drunk. Whatever the reason, he wasn't ready to give up on the connection he felt with her. He was far from perfect, and she had been very clear that she was not ready for anything serious. She hadn't led him astray. The looks she was giving him now made him happy he had listened to his heart and called her. He still stood a shot with her, he could see that.

After dinner and some more games of volleyball and darts, Jesse slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek softly. It was the first truly affectionate thing he had done all night.

Laura let her hands slide over his arms, and her fingers weaved in with his, tilting her head and moving into his embrace, she whimpered. It was so gentle and sweet.

He whispered softly to her, "come on, I want to take you somewhere."

She followed him without question down the street. He led her down a long path through reeds and bushes to a clearing that seemed to open and drop, right onto the quiet water of the sound. He hopped down a small bulkhead and held out his arms, helping her down to the tiny strip of a beach. 

She chuckled as he walked the small strip of sand under a large pier that went out into the water. On the other side there was a larger beach and another tall wooden bulkhead. There were names spray painted and carved in it with years. Some dating as far back as the sixty's. As she continued to read, it became clear they were all couples.

"Most are kids, marking the day they met here or the guys marking the day they scored. But a few are true."

He pointed to one that was just JW and MW, the year was 1976.

"Those are my parents. They married in '76."

"That is so sweet." She continued to look through all the spray paintings and carved etches, not sure what made her ask. "Have you carved any into the wood?"

"No. I always wanted it to be something really special."

The look in his eyes told her he was sincere. It also was a look, that had they been dating, would have told her he was about to propose. She needed to change the subject.

"And Nick?"

They both laughed, but Jesse moved in close to her and pulled her in tight, pressing his lips to hers. She gave in, melting to him, what more could she do with a kiss like that.

The kiss became deeper, harder, and hotter. Her heart was skipping. Everything screamed in her head to stop him, to back away, but she growled at the reason and pulled him in closer to her.

Jesse couldn't believe it; she was giving in to him. He pushed her back against the wall and let his hands roam down her sides, grabbing her hips. She ground against him and moaned. His need for her was so strong; it had been from his first meeting, a pull to her, something that was beyond his control. 

The girls on the island threw themselves at him he could have his pick, but he yearned for this one, and he didn't know why. But now, lost in this kiss, this embrace, feeling her body pressed to his, her hands just as hungry, it all made sense. It was more than choosing her; it was his heart choosing for him.

Something told him not to stop the kiss, fear of her breathing...thinking, made him hold her tighter. What happened if he let her go and she said they should calm down? 

In his fight to make a decision she made her own move; her leg lifted, sliding her foot along his calf, wrapping around him. He took her cue and slid his hands to her ass, cupping each soft half moon and lifting her, bunching up the little pull over sundress she was wearing. She wrapped both legs around his waist and he pinned her against the wall filled with initials of all those that had come before. 

Not here, God not here. He kept saying it over and over in his head, but he couldn't stop. His cock was hard, grinding against her bikini under the dress. Their tongues were dancing, playing; they were both groaning and gasping. He didn't remember her lips being this soft, but he remembered her kiss being this intense. She could take him anywhere with the way she kissed. 

Laura finally broke the kiss and whispered to him with a husky lust filled voice, "I want you Jesse."

His heart stopped. He was certain it stopped. It had to; because he couldn't speak. He couldn't do anything.

Laura chuckled at his loss of words, his shock. It wasn't what she had intended. She had meant for him to take her home, to spend the night with her, but as his hand moved between them, it became clear what he thought she meant.

Oh fuck it Laura. People screw on beaches all the time. She let him move her bikini, felt his cock press to her sex, sliding up and down her wet slit. 

He whispered, "You sure? Here?"

It was her chance, she could say no, not here. But she didn't, she just kissed him and pressed against him, each inch filling her. A low moan of pleasure left her lips, that crawling chill, so wonderful through her body. 

It was his sound that made her take notice. It was a deep groan, it vibrated through his chest to hers, she was even sure she felt him tremble. She had never heard a man make a sound like that. It was clear it was complete ecstasy. And with almost every thrust deeper inside of her he made it again and again. That sound, his trembles, the way his strong hands were grabbing at her ass, spreading her, she was on the brink. 

Jesse was lost in her touch, the feel of her pussy around his cock, squeezing him. This was like having a woman for the first time; it was so new for him, so wonderful. She was rocking and squirming, helping him get deeper into her. And if that couldn't be any hotter, she reached up and pulled down the top of her sun dress, moving the fabric of her bikini, letting her hot taut nipples rub to his chest. It was euphoric.

That last little bit was all she needed, the rub to her nipples, she came, and she came hard, gripping him tight, squeezing with her arms and legs, pressing so tight to him.

"Oh Jesse! Fuck, Jesse!"

He had to clench his jaw to keep from loosing control right then. At his age, it wasn't common to find a girl that could fully experience an orgasm. The way her sex was having spasms around his cock, it was something he rarely felt, and it was heaven. He didn't want to cum. He wasn't wearing a condom, and he wanted to feel that tremble from her soft walls around his shaft again. 

Laura gasped and panted, she leaned her head back against the wall and looked to Jesse. He seemed perplexed, perhaps even uncomfortable.

"What's wrong, Jesse?" She whispered, touching his cheek softly.

"Nothing." He seemed awakened from a trance. "That was wonderful. You are wonderful. I've never felt something so perfect." 

He kissed her hard, just rocking against her slowly trying to gain control. Where did he go from here? He seemed out of his element.

"Take me home, Jesse. I want to curl up in bed with you. I need to make love to you over and over again."

She made it clear this time. Laura was a little stunned with her self. And as he let her down and she collected herself, readjusting her clothes as she followed him back, she felt again like a slut. But this time she didn't care. She cared for Jesse, and she cared for David. Her feelings were clarified by those thoughts. It didn't matter that in one week she would have sex with two different guys. They weren't strangers to her.

Back at the house, they said their good byes to people and then headed back to her house. There was little talk between the two. His hand rested on her thigh, holding hers, and the warm beach air blew into the truck and she let her gaze fixate on the clear sky and the stars.

Inside the quiet house, the couple went straight to her bedroom. Jesse's eyes went wide as she pulled the sundress over her head, letting it fall on the floor behind her. It was his fingers though that pulled the string to her little bikini. She giggled as it loosened around her chest. He pulled her in close and turned her as his fingers pulled the ties around her neck.

Laura was nipping at his lips and she fumbled with his shorts. Why were her fingers so numb and hard to control? 

He only chuckled at her, "let me." Unclasping his board shorts and letting them fall around his ankles. 

He wasted no time putting his hands back on her, untying both sides of her bottoms so that they too would land in a crumple on the floor. The two were grasping and clawing in a frenzy of need. Jesse wanted to feel her sex spasm around his cock again, and Laura just needed to kiss him over and over.

She was also thinking about more than just sex. As they stumbled to the edge of the bed, she changed her position and dropped to her knees. Oh how she loved the look on his face just then, like a kid on Christmas. She took a soft grip on his cock, stroking it slowly, holding tighter to it as her motions increased in speed.

He was watching her hand, and she was watching him. When his steel eyes met hers, she smiled and lowered her lips to suckle on the head of his cock, never moving her gaze from his eyes. He moaned and she sucked down further on his cock, her lips tight and so very soft.

Jesse watched in amazement as she took her time with him, he was crawling and his fingers entwined in her auburn mane. He didn't want to control her motions, but he needed to hold something. He smiled feeling her shiver, her mouth sucking harder, she drove down further, taking his cock fully into her mouth, nose buried against his pubic bone. 

All of a sudden she moaned low and long; his cock twitched, the vibrations damn near made him come undone at that moment. His fingers tightened their grasp and pulled back on her head. She was grinning up to him, licking her lips.

"Damn girl."

"Did you like that?"

"Who wouldn't?"

Laura chuckled and dove back onto his cock, taking him deep in her mouth, the head pushing against the back of her throat. Her motions were back and forth from slow and steady to wild and rampant.

Jesse leaned back on his arms and just watched her bob up and down on his cock, enjoying every flick of her tongue and little vibration from her moans. He could feel her saliva trickle down his balls, her warm breath float over his skin, something she was doing in her sucking motions and with the flat of her tongue was bringing him near edge.

"Laura, that's gonna make me cum."

She only glanced up and smiled, mumbling an "uh huh" and continuing on.




What She Needs Ch. 10



"Oh fuck, Laura....fuck yes!"

He heard her moan in delight as his cock began to twitch and erupt in her mouth. She was greedily sucking each spurt of his thick cum, swallowing and licking. Those bright green eyes held steady on his.

His taste was wonderful. Laura's hands tightened around his thighs, the nails digging in as she drank from him. She almost pouted when she knew he had neared the end, trying to suckle every last drop from his drained cock. Reluctantly she pulled her lips from him and climbed up the length of his body, curling up with him, her head on his chest.

"You taste yummy." She teased.

Jesse couldn't help but laugh. Not many girls had ever let him cum in their mouth, and none had said that to him.

"I'm glad you think so, cause you can do that over and over if you want."

"Oh, I plan on it."

He ran his hands over her back, just rubbing her softly, taking long breaths and enjoying her soft body against his. Laura's fingers were drawing little figure eights on his firm abs. There was a long moment of silence, just the two of them breathing and reveling in the touch of each other.

Jesse put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her onto her back. In an easy movement he had her legs spread and thrust inside of her, both of his hands on her shoulders, pinning her into the bed as his hips rocked hard against her.

Laura was getting even more excited, the quick motion and the force, she thought sure he was going to fuck her with ravage, but though he held her tight, it was a gentle pounding, and his eyes were soft. He was reading her every movement.

He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her with such affection he once again took her away. That kiss was everything for her. How could he kiss her like that?

He whispered to her; "your kiss is magical."

"Funny, I thought it was you."

He had let his grip on her shoulders relax and now her hands were roaming over his shoulders and back. The two switched from kisses and moans, to soft words of affection.

Laura had this odd thought of David at that moment, how very different this was from being with him. Which did she prefer? 

Fuck Laura, stop thinking about David. Stop comparing the two.

She looked at Jesse and smiled as his eyes closed, getting lost in the steady rhythm of his hard cock sliding in and out of her, little trembles moved through her and she knew he could feel them in her pussy. His own groans told her what he was feeling. She ran her fingers through his blond waves.

"You feel good, Jesse. This feels so damn good." Laura bit at his lip. "Harder, please harder."

He gladly complied, lifting up from her to be able to thrust wilder against her. She too arched and pushed up into him, meeting each thrust with her own, and Jesse was mesmerized with her. He had never before felt such a connection with a woman, and he had been with plenty women. But with Laura, there was something more. It wasn't just that the sex was amazing; he felt more as one with her. Odd things flashed in his head as he pushed down into her and felt her pussy tremble around his cock. He thought of having her every night. Coming home to her in the evening and wanted to know everything about her. 

Laura could see the emotion on his face; he was still thrusting with force into her, but his eyes were soft, his kisses so gentle. It was like making love while being fucked. A shiver ran through her in the thought. She needed more of him.

"Yes Jesse, please...I need you...I need more."

He lifted up onto his knees, grabbing her hips and bringing her hard to him. Each drive into her perfect little body was full of passion and force, and she trembled beneath him from it. The room was filled with the music of their grunts and moans of ecstasy. Laura would whimper and beg for more while Jesse would growl and groan at each tremble of her wet sex.

In the throes of passion the two of them glistened from their exertions. She looked up into his cool hazel eyes, they swirled with a heated need and she knew that he was seeing the same in her own emerald orbs. It was then that she realized just how hard she was squeezing his arms and how lost she was in the perfect unity of their bodies. She could do this for hours with him.

Jesse was looking down at her, reading every reaction from her; trying to gauge just how hard she wanted it or if he should ease up. That impish smile she shot up to him made him chuckle and shake his head. She looked like a wanton slut with her unruly curls all mussed, flushed cheeks, and a look that said "fuck me till I pass out." He took a deep breath and started pounding her harder; trying to give her everything she wanted. It was then that he was aware of how desperately he needed her, of what he was willing to give to have her. It had never been like this with any other woman.

Suddenly he slowed, his lips locked on hers, their tongues mated in a wonderful dance. She let her hands roam up his side and could feel his muffled chuckle against her lips. He lowered down and rested on his arms to keep his weight off of her, only shifting his hips slightly against hers.

"I won't cum anytime soon."

"I figured as much. But it sure is fun." She giggled up to him.

"I could never get enough of you."

There was a pause for a moment as she contemplated that sentence and what was the expected response to it. Finally she sighed.

"Jesse....I will be gone in two weeks."

"It's a state away, not the other side of the country. I drive to Richmond often, even had some jobs up there."

"You want this to be something more? We barely know each other."

He rolled off of her onto his side, pulling her with him to look into those amazing green eyes.

"Of course I do. And we don't get to know each other better if in two weeks you leave the island and cut all contact. I'm only asking for the chance, Laura."

She took a deep breath and let her eyes close, burying her face against his chest, mostly so she wouldn't have to stare into those piercing eyes of his. In that breath she smelled his cologne, his deodorant, that musky scent of male. Why was it he was sticky with sweat and still smelt so damn delectable? 

Why didn't she want more with him? Or did she want more? And what about David? Where would she stand with him, or he with her? 

She had no doubts that she and Jesse would have a lot of fun together; they certainly had good chemistry. What was she hiding from?

She decided the best way out of this was to label her self the slut and let him walk out on her.

"Jesse, you aren't they only guy I've been with down here."

"I know. Or at least I assumed. I had heard about David. Laura I can't promise you any sort of future like he can. I certainly won't ever have that wealth. I just want a shot at getting to know you....to see where things go."

He knew?! And yet, here he was, having sex with her anyway?!

Laura wasn't sure if that made him noble, or just lame. She was back to thinking that he figured she was a shoe in for sex since she gave it up to David.

"Quite honestly Laura, I was shocked when you agreed to go out tonight, and even more surprised things went this way. I wasn't sure why you had gone after David, I assumed it was the money, and I just can't compete with that."

Laura's temper was flaring a bit, her mind racing a hundred miles per hour.

"First, I did not go after David, it just sorta happened. Second, do I seem like the kind of girl that goes after money to you?"

She sat up and looked down at him, staring hard into those shocked eyes of his.

"Well...ummm, no. Please Laura, I didn't mean it like that. Look, I really like you. If you have something with David, just tell me, I'll back off."

"I don't honestly know what I have with him. Just as I don't know what I have with you."

"Fair enough, then it's you dating two eligible guys." Jesse put up his hands and tried his best to try and diffuse what seemed like a possible explosive situation. Did he like the idea of her fucking both of them? No. But he wasn't about to put his foot down and risk pushing her away or pull out of the race. Something kept telling him that Laura was something special, that they would be very happy together. So he would let her figure things out on her own.

"I can wait Laura. I'm not the type to stake claim. You needed to know where I stood and that I want this to continue. I want you long after you leave at the end of vacation. I guess it depends on what you want, and what David is looking for."

She couldn't help but feel a slight stab at that last part. It was as if Jesse knew David wasn't the type to settle down, and he was making damn sure she knew it as well.

With a sigh, Laura collapsed back into his arms, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up over them. His arms gladly wrapped around her and pulled her in close.

"Let's just see how the next two weeks go, ok?" She whimpered.

"Ok Laura. But can you make me one promise?"

"What's that?"

"Honesty. If you are out with him, or things with him get serious, just be honest about it. Ok?"

She smiled up to him, "I don't know any other way to be."

He kissed her forehead and then smoothed down her hair. He was so happy to have her in his arms, to fall asleep with her. 

"Good night beautiful."

"Night Jesse."

She let her eyes drift closed, his scent filling her, lulling her to sleep, the steady pound of his heart giving a soothing rhythm. Falling asleep in a man's arms was so much better than trying to get comfortable on your own. The only thought that lingered was what the morning would bring.

Oddly enough, Jesse had the same thought. The difference was Jesse was looking forward to waking with Laura and greeting the morning, and Laura was somewhat dreading it. What had been amazing sex had just been complicated by emotions and the need for added closeness and a relationship, but she would deal with that tomorrow.

***

David glanced over at his alarm clock, two AM. Fuck man, go to bed. He hadn't been able to sleep soundly, and as he had at twelve, he got up and walked out into the living room and onto the front porch, looking down and over to Laura's driveway. There it sat, Jesse's truck. Why was this bothering him so? She wasn't his.

As he came back in he heard a voice from the kitchen.

"So are you fucking her also, or are you suddenly concerned Jesse might be a serial killer or rapist?"

David groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. He had almost forgotten Sean was with him.

"Go to bed Sean." He was in no mood to deal with his son.

"Ahhhh...fucking her. Hmmm, wonder how kinky she is? The looks I got earlier told me I might stand a chance. Maybe she was thinking a father son duo."

In three quick steps David had Sean pinned against the wall by his throat, not squeezing all that hard, but enough to get his point across.

"Grow up, Sean! And stay the fuck away from Laura!"

With a slight gasping breath Sean grab his dad's wrists, "Easy old man. I got it, you're into her. I'll back off."

David released his son and backed up, wringing his hands slightly. He couldn't imagine what had made him act in such a way. Of all the dumb things his son had done, never had David put his hands on him like that. What was going on? He couldn't sleep for the thought of Laura being with Jesse, and now, to attack his son for making a comment.

Damnit David, get a hold of your self.

Sean rubbed his neck and just chuckled as he walked down the steps back to his bedroom, "don't need three of us all trying to cock block. But if you are gonna win her from Jesse; you better hope she falls for the money Dad."

"She isn't like that Sean, and I wouldn't want her if she was."

Sean stopped instantly and turned to look to his dad, going up a few steps to see him more clearly.

"So you do want her? It isn't just sex for you?" He snickered, "of course not. You wouldn't have gotten so pissed had it just been about the sex. Damn dad, all this time and finally someone got close. I'm impressed."

Sean just turned and walked off, leaving David to stand there with those words echoing in his head. 



What She Needs Ch. 11



(please bear with me. i am on vacation and almost done with the chapter that follows this one. i love all the comments, even the hard bashing ones. i am working to try and wrap this up)

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Laura was coming back from her morning jog when she saw David's son, Sean out in front of the house. He looked up and waved to her. She groaned slightly to herself, but pulled out the ear buds and walked over smiling, catching her breath.

"Morning Laura. I run in the evenings. Maybe I should join you if you'd like the company."

"I just put on the tunes and go, not really possible to have a conversation or such. It's my time to think really. Are you going to the beach?"

She was watching him strap boards to David's truck.

"Yeah, me and the old man are gonna catch a few waves. Want to go out to dinner with me tonight?"

She groaned, rolling her eyes slightly. He was bound to know she had been seeing Jesse. Add his father to the mix and she definitely didn't need another man to cope with.

Sean wasn't looking at her, but he knew she was fumbling for a way out of it. How did his father and Jesse get so damn lucky?

"Sean, I am sure you are nice, but I kinda got my hands full right now, and I am not looking for any sort of relationship."

He laughed at her phrasing, "well I figured I would throw my name in the hat. I'm damn sure better looking than Jesse, and I would think I have better stamina than my old man."

Laura's jaw dropped. He knew! David had told his son? Was he bragging about it? She was livid and she wanted to make damn sure he knew it.

"Well you certainly have them beat in the cocky aspect. I don't think I care much for an ass that assumes he is God's gift to women."

She turned quickly and headed to her house.

David had come from the house just in time to hear her remark. He growled at his son and ran over to Laura, grabbing her arm as she hurried up the steps.

"Let go of me!" She barked at him, wringing her arm from his grasp.

"What did he say to you?"

"It's not what he said David; it's what you told him. How dare you?!"

David sighed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. He didn't need to ask.

"Laura, I am sorry. I didn't exactly come out and say it. He saw how upset I was when Jesse stayed over. It didn't take a genius to figure it out."

She looked down at him, suddenly feeling guilty. It never really occurred to her that being with Jesse would upset him.

"Upset?" She should have said more, but like a mumbling idiot that was the only word ringing in her head.

"Yes Laura. It upset me. And it isn't a conversation I wish to have right now. When I get back, we should talk. Sean will be leaving this afternoon, come over for dinner and let's talk about what's going on."

His tone was calm and almost void of feeling. She felt like a kid being reprimanded by a teacher. That phrasing of "we will talk about this after class," firm and obedient.

And like a young school girl, she followed instructions, "ok then. I hadn't any plans tonight."

Her last statement was only to justify to herself that she was choosing to go over.

David made no attempt to hug or kiss her. He didn't even say good bye, he simply turned and walked back over to the truck. He wasn't about to call off this surfing trip with his son. They had their differences, but in the water with their boards was the only real time he felt a connection with Sean. He would tell him when they were on their way back that his visit was no longer welcomed and he would need to move on.

***

David was flipping the steaks when he saw Laura walking over. He called to her to just let herself in. He had a glass of Moscato waiting for her when she came out on the deck with him. Her smile was faint, not the usual bright shine that always brought forth his own smile. He wondered what was on her mind.

He was quiet, just watching the steaks and drinking his scotch, watching her sip at the wine, her eyes fixed on the ocean.

"Where did Sean head off to?" She tried to start conversation.

"I'm not sure. I gave him a thousand dollars and offered to find an apartment or such for him. Said he had a friend in Atlanta he wanted to see, a possible job waiting there. He's actually a great landscaper and artist. This friend of his designs outdoor living spaces. Hope it will hold him steady for a bit."

Laura nodded. She didn't really care, but the silence was killing her.

David checked the steaks again and asked her to get a platter from the kitchen.

He watched her enter the house, groaning as his eyes fell on the swing of her hips. What was he going to say? How was he supposed to broach this subject with her? How would she take it?

As she set the platter down; she touched his arm softly, looked up to him with a gentle smile. Those green eyes of hers sparkled.

"Are we going to talk David?"

"Can we enjoy dinner first?"

"You find this awkward silence enjoyable?"

"Well, no, I don't." He looked away, sighing.

She took the platter from him and took up her wine glass, "fine then, tell me about the surf over dinner."

He shook his head and smiled getting the door for her. She really was something; just like that she was making things easier.

They sat and ate, talked casually about the waves he had caught and the shopping she had done in Corolla. She told him about the wild horses that she had seen at the waters edge while making her drive back from Carova, and how nice it had been on the beach up there. They cleaned up the dishes and refilled glasses, deciding to sit on the back deck and watch the sun set.

It was as if walking back through that door brought on the silence, the dread. Both sat quietly, not looking at the other and just watching the bold hues of red and orange bleed into purple and dark blue. 

"Talk to me David." She finally turned to look at him.

He sat there getting lost in the soft innocence on her face. Three weeks at the beach, and here in this light, her skin was still porcelain cream. He only shook his head, He didn't know what to say, but there was a knot in him he couldn't shake.

"Fine then," she sighed, "I didn't realize you would be hurt by me dating Jesse. I thought we both got what we needed from the other and knew where we stood. You don't want anything serious. I don't want anything serious."

David was shocked at how factual her tone was. How she sat there with cold determination on her face. Who was she trying to convince here, him or herself?

"Stop just a minute Laura. I have no issue with you dating Jesse. But I have a serious issue with you fucking both of us."

She chuckled, "Oh? Really, you and all your women and you have an issue with me playing the field? I couldn't help but notice that red Camero over here two nights ago."

David felt his jaw clench. "We had dinner and she installed two new programs to help my business, Laura. She went back to her hotel and we did NOT have sex."

She shook her head and looked away from him. Was she to believe him?

David leaned forward and placed his elbows on his thighs, dropping his head into his hands, rubbing at his eyes.

"Laura....I don't want you dating Jesse. I want more from you."

She fell back on her usual stance, "I don't want a relationship."

With that he growled and stood up quickly pacing, "What the hell do you think Jesse wants, Laura? You think he is just fucking you for fun? Cause he isn't like that. The whole town is talking about the two of you. He's smitten!"

She laughed loudly. It was out of place for the conversation and the tone of David's argument, but she couldn't help herself. She didn't care what the town was talking about or whether or not Jesse was "smitten."

"And what was being said the week you and I stayed cuddled up every night?"

"Nothing! I don't talk about my relationships, and I certainly don't tell friends that I think this woman may be the one."

She sat there shocked for a moment. Was that what Jesse was telling people. They had spent the past few days together, but really? He was already labeling her or rather claiming her?

She sat back in the chair and looked out to the last glimmer of light that peeked between the houses. In another week her trip would be over. Richmond awaited her, along with school and sorting out her life up there without her mother. Where would Jesse fit into that?

Laura was so lost in her own thoughts, she hadn't noticed David sit back down beside her, "Laura, I want something with you. I haven't felt like this in years. And I couldn't tell you the last time I felt anger and jealousy over a woman. Hell, I never remember feeling it over my wife."

It was Laura's turn to get up and pace.

"Fuck David. I don't need this. I don't need the added stress. Not from you or Jesse. I will be gone in a week; you both will forget me soon. Why is this building up at such levels?"

"Is that what you intend on doing Laura? Are you really gonna drive over that bridge and forget everything that happened here? You think it will be that easy to just forget about both of us?"

"I didn't say that. I just don't want the turmoil of a long distance relationship. And I don't want...." She trailed off, unable to put the words to the thought she was having.

It was that thought that really hurt her. It pained through her like a storm. How could she put such a thing into words? The thought alone made her feel superficial, spoiled.

David sat there, thinking she would continue, but she didn't. "You don't want to what? Talk to me Laura."

When she turned back to look at him she had tears in her eyes. "I don't want to have to choose, David. I don't want to be the one to cause anyone hurt."

"You think playing us both isn't going to cause hurt?"

"Well I don't see it as playing either of you. I have always stated I want nothing serious. He knows about my times with you and hell, you live next door. No hiding anything from you!"

David was a mix of emotions. Seeing her leaning against the rail, those soft tears trickling from her emerald orbs, he wanted to hold her, to wipe them away. Damn, he wanted to take her inside and make love to her; to remind her of how great they were together.

She stared at him and as if able to read his thoughts; she walked over and climbed into his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. There was no hesitation as she pressed her lush lips into his and kissed him deeply. 

As much as he knew he should have been firm and push her away until things were clear, he didn't. He fell for her again, pulling her into him tighter and teasing her mouth open to let his tongue mate with hers. That whimper he loved so much came through and he felt his cock harden instantly as her pert tits rubbed through her thin shirt against his chest.

The kiss deepened, she wiggled on his lap and as she pulled from the kiss breathless she begged him, "take me, David."

It woke him instantly and with a knife to his heart he pushed her away.

"I cant Laura. Fuck, I want to, but I just cant."

Her brow furrowed and he was sure he could see anger in those jade gems of hers; something he had never seen in her. She pursed her lips and pulled from his grasp standing quickly.

Laura put her hands on her hips, she was hot. Here she was crying, a mix of emotions, and he played on them only to push her away. If he thought this play would win her affections he was dead wrong.

"So that's just it then. If I don't choose you, it's over?"

"We can still be friends, but I wont do that to Jesse, and I damn sure wont put myself through it Laura."

"Hmmpphhh." She breathed out and turned her back on him crossing her arms.

"Oh, well that is real mature." He would have laughed at it had he not been so upset with her and seen a true lack of maturity in her attitude at the moment. She was being exactly what she was, a young adult with the world ahead of her and wanting all of it not worrying about how it might affect others.

She turned in an instant and suddenly he saw the true fire of the little redhead he had fallen for.

"MATURE?!!! And you think you are being mature?! You are saying, "me or nothing." How is that mature?"

"Last I checked, here in the U.S. polygamy is frowned upon Laura. At some point people have to make a choice about their mate in life, unless you plan to be single for the rest of your life and a slut."

He cringed instantly. It was the wrong thing to say, and it stung. He was up and moving to her as her jaw dropped open and tears welled up in her eyes.

She screamed at him and slapped at his arms as he reached for her, moving away and backing up to the rail.

"Don't touch me! How could you!"

"Laura, I am sorry, that isn't what I meant, and I in no way was...."

"Fuck you David!"

He glanced around; she was so loud he was sure vacationing families around them might be concerned; a quick sigh of relief as he didn't see anyone about.

"What do you know David?! We've known each other for all of three weeks. What do you possibly know about me, or what could be of us?"

"Laura, you are young, and you have a lot of living still to do. I wouldn't dare hold you back from that, but I am fifty-nine. I know what is a good friendship, or a great sexual relationship, and I damn sure know what is more than those both. I know what love is."

Laura had been sobbing at his words, but that one word stilled her. She stared at him with empty eyes.

"Three weeks David. You don't love me, you love fucking me, that's all."

David wasn't a man to ever strike a woman, but that alone made him want to smack her. His jaw tightened and his stance grew rigid. He hadn't said he loved her, he had said he knew the emotion, but she had just chilled it from him in and instant.

"I think you should go back to your house, Laura."

She stood there staring at him, as if she didn't understand. To make his point clearer he walked to the door and slid it open.

"Now, Laura."

She strode past him, mumbling, "fine, whatever."

In a teenage tantrum she stormed out of the house, slamming the front door. He could even hear her own front door slam shut.

Back inside, he paced for a bit; then poured himself another scotch. Taking a sip he noticed his hand shake. He simply set the glass down and slid it away.

How did that go so wrong? He thought sure he would express his feelings, and she would just fall. It was something he was positive of, so why had it ended like that? He could give her so much more than Jesse. And she had to know how wonderful they were together. Could things really be better with Jesse? Should he have let her continue to explore relationships with them both?

Now he knew he had pushed her into Jesse's arms. David sat down and for the first time in years, cried over a woman. His heart was aching. No, it was breaking. Not because she had refused him, but because he had hurt her. It didn't matter that she too had hurt him, he could handle that, but knowing she was angry with him for his words; that was something he couldn't live with. 

Laura didn't even remember the walk home, her mind was running rampant with thoughts, and her eyes were blurred with tears. Had he called her a slut? Had he then told her he loved her?! She just wasn't sure how to react. She felt so good with him, but then she felt similar with Jesse.

In a fit of anger she swung her arm out across the bar of the kitchen, flinging bags of chips, cups, and a bouquet of flowers across the room, the vase shattering into pieces on the tile floor. With wild fury she screamed and threw herself onto the couch. She couldn't bear to go into her bedroom, to lay in the bed she had been with both men.

At some point her sobs subsided to sleep.



What She Needs Ch. 12



(ok, a warning...still no sex in this chapter. i am sorry, but i just need to move the plot along. i promise to get back to the steamy sex scenes. luckily, i think most of my readers are hooked on the storyline and not just horny and reading to jerk off. not that there is ANYTHING wrong with that, i'm glad i can help....LOL and winks) 

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The next two days Laura avoided both men. She went to the aquarium again, walked every little art shop in Manteo, spent hours taking pictures and getting lost in the gardens, and even chose to watch the production of "The Lost Colony." 

She sat there looking about at families with their kids. She found herself musing over the ages of the husbands and wives. The couple behind her seemed to be at quite an age difference. The three kids did not call him "dad," but it was obvious the younger woman and much older man were romantically involved.

Just as she finished analyzing them, she saw a cute young couple about her own age. The girl was a blush with adoration whenever he would touch her or look at her.

Laura just sighed and became thankful as the lights began to lower and the play started. She got lost in the storyline, and tried to remember back to when she was a little girl sitting here watching it with her mom and dad. She had sat between them both, dad's arm around her shoulders and mom leaning in from time to time to clarify things. It was such a happy memory.

When the play was over, Laura wiped her eyes of the tears and collected herself. She was impressed with how wonderful it had been, and how, as an adult, it was even more spectacular. As she walked to her truck her cell phone went off.

"Hello?"

"Miss Michael's, this is Sam. You booked a fishing charter with me."

"Yes?"

"I am sorry to tell you but my second motor is out and it may take three days to get it fixed. I am talking to some friends about taking you out, but most everyone is already booked."

"Can you work harder on that? This is a very special trip for my father and me. I would rather pay extra than get my money back and not be able to go at all."

The gentleman chuckled slightly, "Miss, this isn't your fault, you will in no way pay extra and I will keep looking for you."

"Thank you, and thank you for calling me ahead of time."

She sighed as she hung up the phone. Her father was coming in tomorrow morning and they were set to fish on Thursday. She hoped Sam could find someone else to take them out.

Pulling into her drive she sat in the truck and looked over to David's house. There was a need within her to go talk to him. She rolled her eyes as she climbed out of the truck and stood there. Who was she kidding? She wanted to lie in his arms. She wanted to kiss him, to feel every feeling and emotion he sent through her as he made wild love to her. 

Made love? She growled at herself; she was supposed to be mad at him.

It was as if the thought alone brought him about, his door opened and he glanced over at her. They both stood there staring at each other. What was to be said? Did she apologize to him; for what? Hadn't he been the one to hurt her?

David stared over at Laura. Her beauty mesmerized him. Come on David, man up and go apologize. What was she waiting for? He ran his hands through his hair and sighed, turning he made his way over to her.

"Hi Laura." His voice was heavy; hell, he felt heavy.

"Hey David." 

Both stood there in silence; Laura looked down and wiggled her pink painted toes in the soft sod grass. David stared at her face, slowly drinking her in. She was so beautiful.

Someone had to say something.

"I am sorry Laura. My words were out of line the other night. Perhaps I don't take rejection well. I'm not used to it I guess." He chuckled softly with that last comment.

"Why on earth would you think I was rejecting you?"

"I thought I would put my heart out there and you would choose me over Jesse."

She looked up and smiled to him. She hadn't thought about him feeling rejected. She certainly hadn't intended it to come across that way.

"I really didn't mean...." She trailed off, trying to think about how things had gone that night. Actually, she wasn't even sure about her feelings in general.

"David, I don't know where I should be, or how I should feel. You are constantly on my mind, and I have never had a man move me the way you did. I felt things I have never felt before. But then with Jesse, he and I have so much in common, so much beyond just sex."

"I seem to think we have much more beyond sex as well, Laura. We did have a wonderful time on the fishing trip, dinners, and trips to the beach. And we always engage in wonderful conversation. I love how intellectual you are, Laura. The way you think, your ideas on things, it fascinates me."

She blushed and mindlessly took a step closer to him. He quickly reached out to her and pulled her in close, lifting her chin to look up at him as he brushed his lips softly to hers. Letting her eyes close, she gave in to the kiss and to the emotions that flooded her, her arms moving around his waist.

It wasn't a passionate kiss, or even intense. It was simple and soft, but it was stirring. The kiss made Laura's mind race, and her heart skip. Being in his arms was like having electrical surges move through her.

David needed to end this kiss. He hated the thought of it, but he needed to push her back. His heart couldn't take getting wrapped up in her, and she didn't need the added dilemma of it.

He broke his lips from hers and pulled in her into a hug. Both of them sighed. The hug was almost father like. It made the moment, and the relationship between them very clear, at least for the time being. She took a step back and smiled. 

"I need to head inside and make some phone calls. Have a nice night David."

"Have a good night Laura."

He watched her walk away and suddenly hated his decision. He knew how to get to her. He simply needed to pull her into his embrace and his kiss. If he carried her upstairs and made her cry out his name, then she would be his. Somehow he just couldn't bring himself to win her that way. He needed her to come to him. To make the choice and be very clear about the decision she had made.

David groaned as his phone rang, distracting him from watching her sexy swinging hips.

"David Ross."

"Hey David, I got a huge favour to ask you."

***

Jesse had stopped by Laura's early that morning and was helping her clean up from breakfast when he heard the front door open. Seeing her face light up, the smile bright and bubbly, he knew in an instant she was truly a Daddy's girl.

Laura rushed over to the stairs and caught her Dad around the shoulders, squeezing him tight and nearly sending him tumbling back down them.

"Easy darling, I'm an old man."

She joined him in laughter, "You're not even close!"

The older man's eyes landed on the young man standing in the kitchen, quickly sizing him up and hoping he hadn't spent the night there. Jason Michaels in no way thought his daughter was a little girl anymore, but she would always be his little girl. Any guy touching her just didn't sit well with him. It wouldn't matter how old she was.

As Laura let go of her father Jesse quickly stepped up and offered out his hand.

"Jesse Williams. Pleasure to meet you, Sir."

Jason was impressed with the boys grip, and also impressed he hadn't tried to out squeeze him as Laura's ex always had.

"Jason Michaels."

He quickly turned his attention back to his daughter, his brow slightly arched.

"Oh Daddy, quit it. Let's get your bags."

The three of them went out to unload his truck and then sat out on the front deck to talk about her time down there and his drive. He filled her in on all the people that had come by the house in the past month, and his work. At some point the conversation turned to Jesse's wood working skills and how he came to have such a trait.

After a while Jesse decided to head off and let Laura have some time with her dad. He was surprised when she seemed to shy away from his kiss, choosing only to give him a soft peck to his cheek and a friendly hug. It wasn't like he was expecting her to be overly affectionate, but he couldn't help but sense it was more than just having her father present. There was something else on her mind. He said his goodbyes and headed off.

"He seems nice." Jason smiled as his daughter sat down shooting him a look. "What?! I said 'he seems nice,' I cant say that?"

"I know what you are fishing for."

"Who's fishing?" He was laughing at his daughter.

"What do you want to do this afternoon?"

"Changing the subject won't change the fact that that boy is enamored and you aren't."

"Dad please."

Jason just shook his head. He'd never understand his daughter. She had tried for so long with Brad, when all the rest of the world could see he wasn't in it for the long haul. Now here was a decent boy with his heart wide open and she was cold to it.

"Is there someone else?"

"Just cause Mom is gone doesn't mean I start talking about my guy issues with you. I have girlfriends for that."

Jason leaned forward laughing hard. "OH?! That bunch isn't worth half an opinion."

"Dad!" She was laughing with him getting up to answer her phone.

"Yes?"

"Hi Miss Michaels. It's Sam. I got you another booking, tomorrow morning at 5:30. The boat will be in slip 4A. The mate's name is Michael."

"Oh wonderful." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much."

"Think nothing of it Miss. I am sorry this happened in the first place and hope ya'll have a great time."

"Thank you Sir. I am sure we will."

Jason couldn't help but notice not only the joy, but relief on his daughters face. "Everything ok?"

"It is now. The boat I booked blew an engine, and he was struggling to find another boat to take us out. He just found something."

"Well that is good, but if he hadn't we could have just done some surf fishing."

Laura nodded. "So, what do you want to do now?"

"Let's head out to Jennette's Pier. I'd love to see it since the remodel."

Laura just beamed. "Oh Daddy, it's beautiful!"

They headed out and talked about changes to things over the past few years. He was impressed with the pier. And they made plans to come out that night and do some early fishing after dinner.

***

David sat in his office finishing up some paperwork and sending out emails to clients. His head was humming and he was hoping the medicine would kick in soon and stifle his growing headache. His phone conversation earlier wasn't that easy on him, but he had agreed to the favour and now he was debating whether or not he wanted to take it on personally or not.

"Hello?" He answered the office phone.

"How are thing's Dad?"

He couldn't help but smile at his daughter's voice. "Going good Sam. How are you and the kids?"

"Katie broke her leg yesterday. That girl just never slows down."

"Is she ok?"

"Yeah, it was a clean break. She thinks it is cool cause they gave her a hot pink cast."

David laughed knowing his eldest grand daughter well, tough as nails, but pretty in pink.

"Emily said you have a new lady in your life?"

He sighed; he should have known. "Your sister shouldn't assume so much."

"Then you didn't have a woman on Envious?"

"I did, yes, but...." He was about to say it was nothing special, but his daughter knew him better than that; and he couldn't bear to say that about Laura. No matter how she might feel about him.

"But?" Sam continued to pry.

"Sam, she is young. And I guess I want more from her than she is ready to give. It's really no big deal sweetie."

"Sean said you struck him"

"He said WHAT?!"

He was not only outraged Sean had called his sister about that occurrence, but that he labeled it as such.

"Well that wasn't his wording, but he was concerned about you."

"He shouldn't have bothered you, Sam. I will handle everything, and really, it's not a big deal."

"Do you like her?" 

David rolled his eyes, leave it to Sam to keep pushing. He knew she wouldn't quit, and she was his daughter so he couldn't bring himself to come up with a lie to get off the phone. With resignation he unloaded on her.

"Sam, the girl is only twenty-three. And yes, I like her quite a bit. But she is also interested in another, who is more her age. She and I had a wonderful week together and then it seemed to fizzle out. She just got out of a three year relationship, her mother died a few months ago, and she leaves to go back to Richmond this weekend. I don't have the time to really push for her, and don't think I have it in me anyway."

Sam could hear the hurt in his father's voice. This girl must be something special to him. She didn't even care that the girl was younger than herself.

"Dad, you deserve to be happy. And if this girl makes you feel this way; then you need to make sure she knows. And you need to try and show her, not just tell her. Also, with her age, and everything she's been through, you need to give her the time to realize how wonderful you are and how happy you could make her. But you also need to remember that you are an attractive man for your age and a twenty-three year old is just that, twenty-three. It may have just been a wild romp for her."

She hated to put it blunt for him, but she was afraid all his years of knowledge had left him because he was blinded with emotion.

"I know sweetie. And thank you. That actually helped a lot. Now, I need to go. I got an early morning charter I wish to personally take out."

"Night Dad. I love you."

"I love you also, Sam. Sweet dreams."

***

The morning was warm and the sky clear. The long two lane highway was speckled with cars as Laura and her father made their way toward Oregon Inlet. Her thoughts drifted to having made this same early morning trip with David. She rolled her eyes with the thought, pushing it away. This was a special day for her and her dad; she wasn't going to let her guy troubles ruin this fishing trip.

They parked and gathered up their bags, making their way down the docks. She let her gaze drift across to the slip that held 'Envious;' it was empty.

"What's the boat name sweetie?"

"He didn't say. Only gave me the dock and slip number. Should be on the end here."

Laura stopped dead in her tracks as her dad walked the few more paces up to the boat. He was smiling big as he looked back at his daughter, concern took him when he saw the color leave her face. 

Jason Michaels had been awestruck and excited to go out on such a large lavish boat, but now looking back at his daughter, seeing her expression he wasn't sure what had given her such a look of shock and unease.

"Laura?"

"No. No...no...no. This cant be right."

Laura kept looking back to the empty slip, and then back to the large boat with the royal blue hull, 'Envious.'

Michael stepped out and smiled, calling over to Jason. "Mornin Sir. Welcome aboard 'Envious.' Let me help you with your stuff."

Jason handed over the bags he had and then looked over to Laura who had finally joined him. "Sweetie, is everything ok?"

"I just....well, I didn't know..." She stammered not knowing what to say, handing her bags to Michael and stepping aboard with her father.

"What is it?"

"This is David's boat, my neighbor. I wasn't expecting to..."

The voice behind her cut her off and made her turn quickly. "I hope this was ok, Laura."

She turned to look at David, a shiver running through her. 

"It is very nice of you David." She swallowed her pride and smiled. "David, this is my father, Jason Michaels. Dad, this is David Ross, the owner of this magnificent boat."

The two men shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Though Jason held dark brown hair with streaks of grey and bluish grey eyes, David could easily see the resemblance. The bone structure and little mannerisms between the father and daughter were hard to miss.

Laura turned and walked into the cabin of the boat as the three men chatted about fish and tackle. Jason quickly picked up on his daughter's unease. He also picked up on her familiarity with the boat and how she seemed at home to just let herself in. When she emerged with coffee for both himself and David, he figured it out. David had already taken his daughter out on this boat. The question he had now; was why.

Silently, both men were sizing the other up, a very different squaring off then if David had been face to face with Jesse, but it was the same glances and thoughts. David knew very well how he would feel if the roles were reversed and this had been about his daughter. In no way did he want their relationship, whatever it was, to become conversation on his first meeting with her father.

As they settled in and broke out from the inlet, heading out to the Gulf Stream, Laura made her way up to the flying bridge.

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

"Calm down Laura. I knew this trip was important to you. I was Sam's last call, your last resort. I won't do anything to make your father aware, but you need to be careful as well."

"Me?! You think I plan to reenact our last lunch session on this boat for my dad?!"

Her voice was rising and she was getting agitated. David looked over his shoulder and down to the deck; neither Michael nor Jason seemed to be able to hear her.

"Well knowing how I like my coffee kinda screams intimacy."

Laura growled. He was right and she hated it. "Is this fun for you? Is this some macho crap to act out the part of the good neighbor in front of my father while you silently gloat inside?"

"You need to grow up Laura. This is me doing something nice for you and your dad. And after the rejection I have taken from you, I would expect a thank you. What happened to the amazingly mature woman I met those first few days?"

She turned and climbed back down the ladder. She hated that he was right. It was only the shock of being forced onto this boat again. It held wonderful memories for her, and it made her think. She didn't want to have to think right now. She just wanted to escape. She sat down next to her father on the bench seat under the large glass window with the swimming marlin.

"Pretty impressive boat, isn't she?" Jason asked his daughter.

"Have you taken a tour of it?" She wasn't sure if she should come clean with having been on the boat or not. She knew she had told him about going fishing with David, but she hadn't gone into detail about 'Envious' and certainly hadn't told about the trip.

"Just of the living area and galley."

Laura just nodded.

"You want to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" She turned to look at him.

"About whatever is bothering you. About David?" He didn't really want to know about her relationship with the much older man. It almost sickened him that his daughter might have some sort of relationship with David. Jason wasn't stupid though, he could recognize that David was an attractive man, and having this kind of wealth would certainly be a draw to a woman. He knew his daughter wouldn't like someone just for money, he had raised her better than that, but it would be hard to deny the interest.

"Dad...let's just enjoy fishing. I guess I am just not ready for my trip down here to be over, and David is my neighbor and a very nice man that kinda took me under his wing."

She flashed him that sweet smile of hers and then kissed his cheek before leaning back into his arm and enjoying the warm rising sun and easy rhythm of the large beautiful boat.

Michael had climbed up to sit with David.

"You are one sick bastard, David. Even I wouldn't have the balls to take out her father." He was laughing at David. "If I was her father and figured you out, I would chuck you over board."

"Why? She is an adult and was in a 3 year relationship before. I could give her a life that very few could. Many fathers would love their daughters to be with someone like me."




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Michael laughed harder, "Not if that father was fifteen years younger than you!"

"I doubt Jason is that much younger than me." David groaned, but he knew Michael was right. All his wealth paled in compare to how a father would see the relationship. If it was his daughter he would see a young girl giving up much of her life to an older man who would be ailing and holding her back only to make her a very young widow.

Michael only chuckled and pointed over to a few boats that were stopped to set up gear for trolling. David shook his head; he had a honey hole he wanted to set his special guests on.

In another thirty minutes they had stopped and set the rods and were casually trolling along. David would look back and watch Laura interact with her father. The two were close, and she certainly was a Daddy's girl. They were both smiling and having fun, and he kept remembering the joy on her face the day they had spent together fishing. How beautiful she had looked with all that happiness in her smile. His mind was quickly pulled from that wonderful memory when the first rod bent over and released. The fish were on!



What She Needs Ch. 13



"David, thank you so much for taking us out." Jason was beaming from ear to ear as he and Laura took pictures with their catch. He had landed a 412 pound Blue Marlin, while Laura was excited with her 120 pound cobia, landing her the new state record. She watched as the crew hurried to unload the countless tuna and dolphin they had caught as well.

"My pleasure Jason, I had just as much fun."

Laura was talking with one of the gentleman about how much fish they would like to keep, and the rest could be sold off. She wasn't paying much attention to the two men. She had been trying to concentrate on the fishing with her father and not so much on David. But as the hours out on the water went by, David and her father had joked and laughed and looked every bit of the closest of friends. 

Why wouldn't they? The men were similar in age and had the same interests. With a glance over, Laura groaned seeing them laugh and smack each other on the shoulders. Her father made his way over to her.

"That's my little girl, taking care of the necessities. David is having the taxidermist come claim the marlin and cobia. I'm gonna have them mounted."

"Daddy, that's expensive."

"It's taken care of sweetie. This is a special moment and I want that big fish on my wall to remember it."

She just laughed at him as he pulled her into a hug.

David was watching from his place on the boat. The thought went though his mind that he was a sick ass. A relationship with Laura shouldn't have been sexual, it should have been fatherly. When she had first come to him she was so scared about the gas leak. He had been angry that she could have been seriously hurt or even killed. It was the natural reaction for a man his age over such a young girl. It had been a fatherly reaction. When had he seen her as such a beautiful sexual being? When had he decided to cross the line and have her?

"Thank you David." He hadn't even noticed her walk up. She had that bright wonderful smile. "We had a great time. Thank you so very much."

He was just as shocked when she threw her arms around his waist and hugged him tight.

He just put a hand on her back and hugged her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Anytime baby girl, I am glad you caught that record. Watching you bring it in was amazing." He laughed, "and that record will stand on my boat as well."

She started laughing, "oh! Feeding off my buffet huh?"

She hadn't let go of her hug, still keeping her arms around him just looking up as she joked with David. Again Jason saw the closeness between the two and it was slightly unsettling. He was trying to put the pieces together. He had learned some about Laura's weeks here and about David and the boy he had met earlier, Jesse. Of course, his daughter had left out many details, but he was filling in some of the pieces. 

The younger guy Jesse wanted Laura, but Jason could see that while she obviously was attracted to him, she was not warm and affectionate with Jesse. Now, to see her with David, it was extremely affectionate, but Jason couldn't determine if it was friendly or much more than that. His temper was rising slightly to see his daughter hold on to the older man. He wondered if they had been intimate. What sicko would have a sexual relationship with a woman more than half his age?! 

He strode over quickly and took Laura's arm, forcing a smile as he coaxed her out of David's arms; suddenly sorry he had agreed that he and Laura would join him for dinner.

"We should head back to the house Laura. David invited us over for dinner."

Once again Laura was hit with a flare of anger. David was continually putting her in an awkward position with her father. And she could pick up on her father's reaction; she could see he was questioning their relationship.

As they made their way to the house, the ride was quiet with unasked questions and puzzling thoughts. Laura took a deep breath and released it slowly.

"Dad, I...."

"I wont ask, and don't really want to know, Laura. You are a grown woman, and can make your own choices. Your happiness is all I care about. Both guys seem very nice and genuinely care about you."

The whole statement was forced. The truth was Jason cared greatly about what was going on and what she was thinking, but the thought of her telling him she was in love with or had an intimate relationship with David made his stomach turn. What was funny was that had Laura not been his daughter, he would have been extremely jealous of David. But since it was his daughter, he just thought the man a sick bastard.

"Dad, I am coming home in a few days. I wont continue a relationship with anyone long distance, or right now for that matter. Finishing my degree is the only thing on my mind right now."

"Well I am glad you have your priorities straight."

Her phone rang and she answered it without looking. She should have checked because it was Jesse. He asked about the fishing trip. In usual fashion on the island he knew who they had gone out with. Jesse wanted to talk. He wanted to know where he stood.

"I cant right now, Jesse. And Dad made plans for us to eat dinner with David. Can I see you tomorrow?"

"That's fine." He hung up and from his response she knew he was hurt.

It only made her angry. It hadn't been her decision to go out on 'Envious.' Her jaw clenched; she was growing quite tired of being the hot potato between the two men.

"I take it Jesse was none to happy?"

"Dad don't, please."

Jason just shrugged. There was no point. He and his daughter had always been close, closer than most fathers and daughters, but it was on her doing. She would talk to him or tell him when she was ready, and no questions or prying would bring it about sooner.

They took showers and Laura got some of her leftovers out to try and clean out the fridge. Jason came out of the bedroom cussing. 

"I will need to leave first thing in the morning. There are some issues with the estate settlement. I just don't understand how complicated this is turning out to be."

Laura sighed; she should have been the one handling all of this for him. Jason saw the look on her face. He knew what she was thinking.

"No way in hell sweetie. You will have to deal with all of it when I die. I wouldn't force you to go through it twice." He laughed.

She kissed his cheek and rubbed his back. "We should head over, Daddy."

Laura's eyes went wide when they walked over, the familiar red Camero was parked in David's drive. Jason shot her a look, but Laura said nothing.

Upstairs they found David and Maria both in the kitchen, a glass of wine sat waiting on Laura.

"Jason, I didn't know what you would prefer to drink."

"Bourbon if you have it, please."

As David poured him a drink, Laura made introductions. She wasn't sure if Maria had just dropped by or if David knew she would be there, but suddenly Laura relaxed. Having Maria join them seemed to ease some of the tension.

During dinner they talked about the fishing trip and Laura returning to college. Maria talked about a new job she had on the island and that she would be staying for a month. David obviously offered his home, but she said her business put her up in a very nice house in Corolla near the business that she would be working at.

Jason and Maria talked about the settlement of the estate, and Laura learned that Maria had been married, but her husband had died only two years later in a car accident. There was still pain in her voice when she talked about him. They had been high school sweethearts and after his death Maria sank everything into her career.

After dinner, the two men went onto the deck to enjoy cigars and Maria took the time to talk to Laura. Maria just knew that Laura was good for David. In three weeks she had seen a sizable difference in her long time friend. She didn't want Laura to hurt him, and more than that, she wanted the younger woman to recognize the feelings that were there. Even Maria could see the affection in Laura's eyes.

"So you are leaving Sunday?"

"Yeah, sadly. I could use another week. I even checked with the rental company, but the house is booked."

"I am sure David would let you stay here."

"I don't think that would be a good idea." Laura didn't know what Maria knew. Truth was the idea had crossed Laura's mind as well, but she didn't want to impose, and honestly thought it might truly be a bad idea.

Maria turned to look at Laura, giving the younger girl a knowing, and caring glare. "Laura, he really does care about you. I haven't seen him so happy. I've never seen him fret over a woman. They come and go and he just carries on, but with you it is different."

Laura stared at her; she didn't know what to say. She knew Maria and David were intimate, yet here she was talking to Laura about a relationship with him. She was a deer caught in headlights.

Seeing Laura's shocked expression, Maria decided to clarify things.

"Yes, he and I are...or rather, were sexually intimate. But that changed when he met you. He means the world to me, Laura, but neither of us is meant to be together. We have what we have. I want him to be happy; to meet someone that will be there every morning and evening; not just for a few fleeting days."

Laura stammered. "And what on earth makes you think that I am that woman?"

"Cause hun, I can see it in both of your eyes. Ya'll are both troubled by the relationship, and the future, but there is no denying what your eyes say when you stare at each other. Eyes are the window to the soul."

Laura just turned away and wiped the counter for the fifth time. "I don't know Maria."

"Stay another week. Take time to at least find out. Laura, you don't want to miss the chance to be truly happy hun. It makes the nights long."

Maria picked up her wine glass and walked out to join the men, leaving Laura to digest her words, and to wrestle with her emotions. She did want to stay another week, but she wasn't sure if it was just for David.

While the women cleaned up David and Jason sat in silence for a long time just enjoying the warm evening air and the cherry flavour of the cigars, it was Jason that spoke up first.

"I originally thought I would thank you for watching over my daughter while she was here. Then I thought I should slug you for being a sick son of a bitch. And now, having met Maria, I am thinking I should still kick your ass, but for playing two women." He turned his gaze to look at David sternly. "Am I wrong?"

David took a long pull from his cigar, and then let it out slowly, giving him time to process what he wanted to say. How much should he tell Jason?

"Maria and I fulfill a need for each other with a clear understanding of what the relationship is...and what it is not. Or rather we did fulfill that need."

Jason clenched his jaw and tightened a fist. So far, David's answer wasn't sitting well with him. "And my daughter?"

"That's more complicated." He decided to not only be honest with Jason, but with himself. Saying it out loud might be the clarity even David needed. "I care for her greatly. In all my years of being single and dating since my marriage ended, no woman has ever pulled at my heart the way she has. Sadly though, I think she is conflicted on her own feelings."

"She's only twenty-three." Jason proclaimed.

That one statement held so many meanings behind it. It was a reminder of their age difference; of her maturity level; of the fact that most twenty-three year olds were partying every night with their friends. Jason thought it perfectly normal for his daughter to want her freedom.

David just looked at him, puzzled. "I don't think she is confused on her life's choice. She is clear about her career and about what is expected of her. She is surprisingly mature for her years. And quite honestly Jason, I think she knows that being with me is a good choice and that she has fallen for me just as hard as I have fallen for her. The only thing holding her back is her past relationship and that she is over thinking the whole damn thing."

Jason laughed inwardly. That was very much his Laura. She was a free spirit, but often, if she slowed down and was given time, she would beat a dead horse in thought.

This didn't change the fact that Jason wasn't crazy over his daughter falling for such an older man.

"Don't you think you are being selfish, David?"

"Selfish?" He knew what Jason was hinting at, but he wanted the man to actually say the words.

"Your age, David. You will make her a very young widow."

David chuckled, "Jason look around you. I will make her a very rich widow, with time on her hands to remarry. Besides, I plan on living for a few more years. I promise she won't have to wheel me up the aisle after we say 'I do.'"

Jason didn't care much for David's jokes. He knew the older man was right, that his daughter would have a life few could give her, but David seemed to be so nonchalant about the whole thing. It angered him.

He rose quickly and turned and glared at David. "I won't have her go through this over and over. Her mother's death was extremely hard on her. She put on a façade and pushed through. She helped me and carried me. Without her, I would have sank. In the future, she will have to go through this for me, which is understandable; but she shouldn't have to do it with her husband."

David just smiled at him. He wasn't going to argue with Jason, He could fully understand where he was coming from.

"Jason, had she married her ex, or if she were to marry Jesse, they could be killed in a car accident like my husband." Maria had walked into the conversation.

Jason turned around and looked at her, sighing. "She is my daughter; I want what is best for her."

"No one is making future plans. I'm not buying a ring. I just didn't want to lie to you about how I felt about her."

"I appreciate that." There was an odd silence, as if David and Maria were waiting for him to say more.

The door opening drew everyone's attention to a puzzled Laura.

"Is everything ok?" She asked.

Jason let his eyes drift from Laura to David and then back again, trying to wrap his head around everything. It was a moot point if she was showing interest in Jesse, and if she was coming home in a few days. Maybe that was his true fear, that Laura would fall for David, give up school, and then move here and leave him behind. His little girl was growing up and knowing she would move on and follow her own dreams had made him so proud when her mother was there with him. But now it just scared the shit out of him.

"We were just talking about you sweetie and your plans for the future and college."

Laura's gaze shifted from her father to David. She knew her dad would not lie to her, but that statement seemed to have a mixed meaning to it.

"It's late, and I have to be up early." Jason extended his hand to David. "Thank you again for taking us out, and for dinner."

Maria stepped forward and gave Jason and Laura a hug and then father and daughter headed back to their home.

Maria put a hand on David's back as he leaned over the rail and watched them walk back.

"Just give her time David; him too. Make sure when she goes home that you keep in touch; emails or phone calls."

David sighed and shook his head, turning to wrap arms around Maria and hug her close to him.

"Why are you pushing for this?"

"Cause I can see what she means to you. I can see that she would make you happy. You haven't had that spark in your eyes in years David."

He knew she was right. Any other time, holding Maria this close would stir his cock. He would be kissing her; his hands roaming all over her. But all he could think about was Laura.

"I'll walk you to your car."

***

Laura had stayed up when her dad headed to bed. She was tired from the early morning and long day, but her mind was spinning and she couldn't sleep. She had seen Maria leave and was surprised by it. What had the three of them been talking about when she came out?

She was relaxing in the hot tub when she looked up and saw David standing on his back deck looking down at her. For a moment the two just stared at each other through the night. That tingling crawl went through her, the one that reminded her of how much she wanted him.

Without a word she stood and left the hot tub, disappearing inside.

David just sighed and walked back inside, running his hands through his hair. As he came to his front door, there was a soft knock on it.

He smiled when he opened it. "Had I not been standing here I would have never heard that little rap."

"Maybe I knew you would be standing there." She walked right past him and went up the stairs.

"And how would you know that?" He mused with a soft laugh, but he didn't allow her to answer.

Instead he grabbed her waist and pressed his lips hard to hers, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth. She didn't resist. She gave into him and dropped the large towel that was wrapped around her body.

David was shocked to find her completely nude under it. He was hard in an instant, growling against her lips.

"You have this one moment to change your mind and go back to your house, otherwise, I am carrying you into my bedroom and making love to you."

Laura was pulling his shirt over his head, still trying to kiss him as he spoke.

"I want that David, please. I want to make love to you, to feel you inside of me."

That was it. He scooped her up, strong hands grasping her round ass cheeks and lifting. She instinctively wrapped her slender legs around his waist and squirmed against him, purring her content. She was hardly aware he had carried her into his bedroom until she felt the soft bed against her back. David followed her down and laid over top of her. His hands seemed to be every where at once, grabbing her supple tits, pinching those beautiful pink nipples and making them hard pebbles. She was then aware of a warm flat palm running down the length of her side leaving a wake of chills in its path.

He pulled his lips from hers and lifted up, looking over her beautiful young body. She was his, he could feel it. Laura had come to him, she wanted him, and when he was done with her she would never want another.

"David? Please don't stop." Her voice was pleading. Why was he just staring at her?

He pulled his shorts down and chuckled when Laura's bright green eyes drifted down to his standing cock and she licked her lush lips. He could spend all night enjoying that mouth wrapped around his length. Just as he could be very happy lapping cum from her tight cunt, but right now the only thing on his mind was making love to her. He needed to be buried inside of her.

As he stared at her, the vision of having her every night for the rest of his life flashed in his mind. The thought of cumming inside of her brought forth images of her carrying his child. His eyes drifted closed and he rubbed at his forehead. It had been years since he thought of a woman in such a way.

David lay down on top of her, just holding her close.

"What's wrong David? What is it?"

He looked deep into her eyes. "Laura, I need to know this is more than just a casual fuck. It doesn't have to be love, but it has to be more than just great sex."

Laura chuckled and ran her fingers through his hair, then touched his cheek softly. "First, it is amazing sex. Second, I really care for you, David. I don't know what will happen when I go home, but I know that I need you in my life."

With that he shifted his hips forward and found his cock sliding with ease into her wet sex as she rocked upward to meet him. Both of them moaned in unison as he buried his length to the hilt within her. 

They both lay there for a moment, savouring the intense feelings moving through them. This was like coming home for him. Being inside of her, joined with her was everything for him.




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He pushed forward again, finding a slow steady rhythm as his mouth mated with hers; sucking and nibbling at her lips. He was oddly aware of how gentle her kisses were. Her lips were hungry and her soft tongue desperate for entry in his mouth, but overall the kiss was soft and feminine. He seemed to be memorizing it, along with her taste. It went with her scent, exotic and citrusy. It was driving him wild and he began to thrust into her with more force.

Her legs were wrapped tight around his waist, and with each thrust down she lifted up to meet him, whimpering and moaning as the head of his cock pounded deeper inside of her. She knew her nails were digging into his shoulders, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact with each grasp he would kiss her harder and growl louder. She tore her mouth from his to look up into those brilliant blue eyes, soft hands roamed down from his shoulders and across his chest. She giggled softly as he lifted up and she played her fingers through his chest hair.

"You make me feel so damned good David....so comfortable."

He stopped his plummet of her tight sex and leaned down, supporting himself on his elbow, grinning as his cock continued to twitch inside of her with each squeeze of her warm spongy walls.

"That's how it should be Laura." He brushed a blood red damp curl from her face.

She was panting slightly and he looked down to gaze upon her exquisite mounds as they rose and fell with each gasp. As she ran fingers through his salt and pepper hair, he lowered and started gently kissing the deep cleavage. Following the curve up and then down the swell till he came to each pink nipple where he would then lave and suck on them. He loved the little whimpers it brought forth from her.

Laura let her eyes close, she had been extremely tired, and with David's new gentle affections, as bad as she wanted him, the touches were lulling her to sleep. She felt at ease in his arms. The thought passed through her mind that she had the rest of her life to enjoy this man and find out everything there was to know about him, that every night she could have this. Her eyes opened to find him staring down at her smiling.

"What were you thinking about?" He asked as though he knew the answer.

She smiled at him, "you."

He arched an eyebrow, "that's rather vague."

She let her eyes close for a moment longer, sleep pulling at her. She wanted to explain it better, but honestly her first answer encompassed all of her thoughts in one word. 

She was thinking about him, and everything that would come with him; the nights in his bed, the morning breakfasts and talks about their day over dinner; watching movies together; or long walks on the beach. It was the little things that went through her mind, but all of them involved and revolved around him.

With a dreary voice she answered, "just you, and my life with you."

He smiled; he wasn't going to get a better answer. It wasn't a vague answer she was giving, quite the opposite. The answer was whole, and it was definite.

He pulled from her and curled her against his body. That male part of him wanted to finish what had been started, but she snuggled up to him with ease, molding against him and his heart and mind knew that right now, this was the most important thing.

"Sleep beautiful, I'll wake you in few hours so you can sneak home before Jason wakes."

He had a soft laugh. It felt horrible knowing he had to get his girlfriend home before her father knew she was missing, but she was already fast asleep in his arms. He had his Laura and tomorrow, and every day after that would be different from here on out.

****

I know this has been taking longer than you would have liked, just been so busy with family obligations. Also, I kept rereading this trying to figure out if I should add on here, end the story like this, or follow the draft I had sketched out earlier. 

I think I will take my cue from yall's feedback!

thanks!!!!



What She Needs Ch. 2



"Yes, maybe so. I got a call from the school to come pick up Ashley. She got into a fight with that boy she has been seeing. She slapped him and he slapped her back. The school counselor said she needed more attention than she could offer. It is that boy. Ever since she started seeing him she has been like this. She thinks she is in love. I told her just because you let him fuck you doesn't mean you have to love him, but you know how girls are at that age. He is very jealous, following her, trying to control her. The bad part is she is trying to do the same with him. You should hear them talking on the phone. They yell at each other constantly," Cindy told me.

"Can't you straighten her out?" I said, smiling knowingly.

"You know how I am." Cindy said, rolling her eyes

That was the problem, Cindy couldn't do it. Here she was, divorced twice, two daughters by different husbands, and she had been too busy all these years trying to get fucked herself. It never occurred to her that she might be raising her daughters to turn out to be just like herself. It wasn't like she had much moral authority after all. Neither did I, after all I was fucking their mom and her daughters knew it, Natalie, the oldest, knew for sure. 

I knew exactly how Cindy was. So did her daughters. Although born to different fathers, with different temperaments and different looks, they were just like their mom in one very important way. They didn't know how to pick the right man and they needed to be fucked regularly and well. Even Cindy would agree with me.

"Hell, I admit I am not a role model. I even told Ashley when she and that boy had a their first fight the best way to get over one boy is to get fucked by another one. It is not like she was a virgin. Once I caught them in my living room and he was holding her up by her ass fucking her. You know she is petite like me. She had her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. They were going at it like couple of wild animals. I got her on birth control pills the next day. Once a girl starts fucking she isn't likely to quit. I know that much," Cindy spouted off.

"Speaking from experience?" I quipped.

"Well, it's true. I noticed you don't seemed to mind that little shortcoming," she snapped back.

"Getting a little big for your britches aren't you, Cindy. You and all of your big talk."

"What are you going to to do? Spank me?" she said smiling, in a smartass voice.

"Oh you can be sure... You know you want it don't you?" I replied calmly.

She just dropped her eyes and squirmed in her seat. 

"Come on, lets go, I think you need some attention. I noticed you seem a little bitchy today."

Cindy picked up her purse and pulled her tight little skirt down. The squirming had caused it to ride up on her. Once composed she followed me to the entrance to the diner. 

When we got to the door I told her, "Get in front of me Cindy, I want to admire that ass of yours as you walk to the car." 

She stepped ahead of me and looked over her shoulder to see if I was looking. I knew how it made her feel to have me watch her like that. To have me look at her like I owned her, like her body belonged to me. Her ass was mine and she knew it. I just like to remind her from time to time.

Cindy wasn't a bad woman. She just lacked direction. She had made some bad choices. She had never had a man in her life that could meet her sexual needs for any length of time. She seemed to really enjoy me and the things I made her do. Of course, I enjoyed her too. Women like Cindy are made for a man like me.

"How is Natalie?" I asked in the car.

"You know, I still don't know if I feel right about all of this." Cindy replied.

"You can't argue with results Cindy. She left that asshole she was supporting and moved back in you. She helps with the bills. And frankly, I like things the way they are and even if you don't want to admit it, you do too," I replied.

You see one Sunday afternoon I had Cindy tied bent over the foot of the bed. Her legs spread and bound to each bedpost and her wrist tied behind her back. It was time for her Sunday afternoon whipping and ass fucking. It is just a little something I like to do to put a little structure in her life and remind her who is in charge. Usually I would gag her with her panties, but she was out of tape. As was usual, I had whipped her hard with my belt, almost to the point of tears, then I was fucking her in her ass, leaning over her and playing with her clit. She loved the emotional roller coaster ride. Cindy had gotten pretty loud with the moaning, but I thought we were alone in the house. What I didn't know was Natalie had come home and was in her old bedroom upstairs. Cindy knew of course but didn't tell me. She had learned to look forward to our little ritual and thought if I knew about it I might change my mind.

Anyway, I heard the floor creak outside the bedroom door. I pulled my dick out of Cindy, hard and wet, and opened to door to find her oldest daughter Natalie standing there in an over sized t-shirt and her hand in her panties.

Natalie looked nothing like Cindy or her younger sister. At twenty two she was tall,skinny and had breasts that were too big for the rest of her. Cindy told me she had a hard time finding bras, a size 32 DD. Natalie was fair skinned, with long dark wavy hair. She had always seemed quiet and shy to me nothing like her smart mouthed mother or sister.

She seemed in a state of shock. She looked at her mom tied to the bed and looked at my dick still heavy and hard and seemed to forget she had her hand in her panties. I asked her if she got off on what I was doing to her mom and she made a nasty face at me. I took her by her arm and led her to the guest bedroom next to her mom's. I pushed her on the bed and flipped her on her stomach, grabbing her hips and pulling her up on her knees. She said nothing as she gripped the bedspread in her fist, her t-shirt slipping up to expose those breasts hanging down. Her nipples were as hard as spikes. I grabbed the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside to find her hairy pussy covered in her juices. I played with her clit as it poked out from her cunt lips. I kept doing it as she obediently remained still until she came. She was her mothers daughter alright, a wanton wench. Once you touched her clit, you could make her do anything. She grunted as my dick slid into her in one smooth motion and I began to slam my hips into hers. She was a screamer it turned out and foul mouthed one at that. Nothing like the quiet, shy personality she presented in public. I am sure Cindy heard every sound. I think Natalie wanted to make sure she did. I wasn't sure about birth control so I pulled out of her and flipped her on her back and straddled her chest. I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to my cock and let her take it there. She licked it hungrily. I knew she would. I knew by the way she looked at my dick when I caught her standing in the door. 

Afterwards I told Natalie to go to her room and wait for me. I then went and finished what I was doing to her mom. Cindy tried to pretend she was pissed, but after I made her cum a couple of times, she was in a better mood to listen. She couldn't blame her daughter, hell she was tied to the bed being fucked in the ass after all. I told Cindy not to worry about anything, if I could give her what she needed I could do the same for Natalie and keep her from going back to that asshole pothead she had been supporting. I sat them both down and we cleared the air. I made them admit to each other and in front of me that they both wanted me. Neither of them could deny that they enjoyed what I had done. Each had been a witness to the other. There seemed to be some competition between them. They looked suspiciously at one another, but I told both of them to cut that out, that I could give both of them what they needed. I explained to Natalie that she could not see anyone else. As for as she was concerned, she belonged to me as much as her mom. From now on they were to express their carnal needs to me. I would accept them and take care of them and teach them how to please me. It was very simple really. They needed a man who could handle them and not be afraid give them what they needed, who accepted them, and would not reject them. Most men become afraid when as woman's sexual needs are unusual or what they consider excessive. Not me. I consider it rather attractive and challenging. And I do love a challenge.

"It just doesn't seem right," Cindy whined.

"Okay Cindy, why don't I just leave you alone. You can go back to fucking losers every time you get that tingle between your legs and you daughters can just keep on doing the same as they have. I noticed it seem to be working really well for you." I replied sarcastically. " You know how much you like the way I treat you. You know how you need it. I know how you are, what you want, what you need and you know I do. You know how how your daughters are. You have raised them to be just like you. You have seen how much better Natalie is now. It may be unconventional, darling, but it works. Do you want them to be miserable as you were before you met me?"

"No," she said sheepishly.

"It is not like they were my daughters. Heck they are barely even sisters. I am just a man who can give them what they need. I can accept them for what they are..."

"But I am afraid I might lose you!" Cindy cried.

"Do you see me going away Cindy? Am I not giving you enough of what you need?"

"No. Actually you get better every day. That is just it. I don't want to lose you."

"You won't lose me, I own you, you belong to me, I don't lose what is mine. Now be quiet. You don't want to ruin the rest of the evening do you?"