All of a sudden everything was cool. Teresa didn't know what to make of it. Alan wasn't smiling, barely talked to her and hadn't asked her out all week. Worst of all, she couldn't get a reason out of him.
Teresa finished her last lap across the pool and rested at the edge. She looked up at Alan in his chair. He had his attention focused at the other end of the pool. Teresa shrugged; it was over, she knew that. And it didn't bother her that much either… except for not knowing the reason why.
Alan was fun, great, terrific in bed, but he could be replaced, she figured. Teresa decided the last thing she would do would show him any signs of hurt. After all, she had her pride. Who did he think he was anyway?
She pulled herself from the water with a full, quick movement to make sure the top of her bikini was pulled enticingly low. The patches of fabric hung loosely down to reveal the upper ovals of her pink nipples. She let the suit stay where it was while slowly toweling off.
"You'd be better off without that suit."
Teresa looked up. It wasn't Alan who spoke; he was still looking away. She turned and faced Johnny Carvel.
Teresa grinned and winked. "Hello, Johnny. I might be better off without the suit but I'd be thrown out of the club real fast."
A smile came across the deeply tanned face of Johnny as he replied, "You bet and I'd be the first guy to carry you out."
"Sure," said Teresa. "And as soon as my mother found out you'd be out of a job and we'd be looking for a new bartender."
Johnny Carvel's face went serious and Teresa felt a surge of tingling excitement in her stomach. "I don't think you'd tell her," he said.
Her face matched his expression. "No, I don't think I would."
Alan watched as Johnny sauntered by the pool and disappeared into the poolside clubhouse. Johnny was the swarthy, handsome bartender at Terra-Mar Country Club, someone Alan had never met officially but on occasion exchanged nods of recognition with. He wasn't sure if he liked the guy or not, he was just there, mixing drinks for those who wanted them and never attracting much attention.
Alan looked down. Teresa was gone. Her wet footsteps left a path toward the bathhouse where the sauna and steam rooms were located. He saw Teresa's girlfriend, Eileen, get up from her lounge and follow the prints.
"Did you see where Teresa went?" Eileen asked Alan.
"I guess she's in the bathhouse," he answered.
Eileen smiled and batted her eyes before leaving. Alan watched the tight roll of her rounded rump as she walked away. She was a thin girl with small, high breasts and an amazingly slim waist. Her long legs and statuesque facial features were sure to get her into a career as a high-fashion model, Alan figured.
Alan relaxed and basked in the hot sun while thinking about his present situation. He and Grace Cunningham had met again yesterday afternoon. In her office. That was much better than paying for a motel room. She ravished his body like a starving lioness, exhausted him, drained every last ounce of energy and power from his limbs.
"You're the best I've ever had," she said when it was over and they rested.
Alan was proud. After all, Grace wasn't any teenager who didn't know what she was talking about. She was married and had obviously had several affairs prior to Alan. It was a much better deal with Grace than with Teresa. The only part he didn't like was having to snub Teresa.
But Grace insisted on it. No talking, no nothing. Just turn off and pretend her daughter didn't exist. Alan wanted to end it with Teresa before Grace made her pleasant offer of flesh for flesh but he didn't want to make an enemy of her. He knew he could have somehow stopped the relationship with Teresa in a much nicer way.
Teresa was fuming mad as she went into the bathhouse. He hadn't even looked at her! The dirty bastard was acting like she didn't even exist! With no explanation why! She stomped in her bare feet to the sauna and jerked open the door. It was a board-lined cubbyhole with a wooden bench on one end. She stepped inside, locked the door and turned the heat up to the maximum.
She plopped down on the bench and started to cry. Why won't he say anything? she asked herself. What did I do to him? One day we're as close as any two people can get and the next day I'm not even alive! She slammed her hand down on the bench and sniffed back the tears.
There was a knock on the door. "Teresa? Are you in there?" came a voice.
Teresa wiped her eyes. It was Eileen. She opened the door and said, "Hi."
"Can I join you?" asked Eileen.
Teresa stepped back. "Sure, come on in, but lock the door so on one else comes in."
"Sure." Eileen locked the door and sat on the bench next to Teresa. "I wondered where you went. You just took off out at the pool."
Teresa nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I was upset and just wanted to get away."
"Alan?" Eileen asked.
Teresa drew her lips together. Yeah."
"Is he still giving you the cold shoulder?"
"More than ever. I just don't understand why!" Teresa let her fist pound down on the bench.
After a pause Eileen pushed her red hair away from her forehead and said, "I think I do."
"You do?"
She nodded. "But I don't know how to tell you. It's just something I heard Johnny say. It might not mean anything… "
"What?" asked Teresa.
"I didn't think it was anything, didn't think it was possible… But yesterday I kept my eyes open and now I think it could be true… "
"For God's sake, Eileen, will you tell me what you're talking about?"
Eileen paused, inhaled, then said, "Your mom."
"My mom? What's she got to do with this?"
"Well… you know how we sort of suspected she and Johnny had a thing going?"
"An affair? Yes, I remember that."
Suddenly Eileen was talking a mile a minute as the momentum of gossip took over. "Well, the day before yesterday I was in the room near the bar and I heard him talking with some guy. The guy was asking him how things were going with Grace. Johnny didn't really answer directly, he said, just said your mom was a nice lady."
"So?" asked Teresa.
Eileen held her hand up. "But the guy kept asking-you know how guys talk-until Johnny said Grace was her own woman and could do what she wanted. The guy at the bar laughed and accused Johnny of trying to hide the fact that she dumped him cold."
"Really?" asked Teresa.
Eileen nodded. "She must have because he didn't say anything else except…"
"Except what?"
Eileen was serious. "I don't know if you're going to like this or not but I'm just telling you because you're my good friend and I think you ought to know."
"Will you tell me?"
"He said your mom lost her interest in the bartender and was now interested in the pool-tender."
"Pool-tender?"
"I wondered what he meant," continued Eileen. "So yesterday I kept one eye open and saw Alan go to your mom's office in the afternoon. He was in there for two and a half hours!"
Teresa sat up straight until her back pressed against the hot boards of the sauna. The heat was stifling, cooking. She held her lips together tightly in an effort to keep from yelling out with fury. But the anger overpowered her lips and she shouted, "That bitch!"
"I'm not sure now" added Eileen quickly. "I'm just telling you what I saw…"
"That bitch!" screeched Teresa. She jumped to her feet and took the five paces to the door before collapsing against it and cursing again. "Of course… That explains everything. She kept asking me what I saw in Alan, kept trying to tell me I could do so much better… The bitch!"
"You think she made a play for Alan to break you guys up?" asked Eileen.
"I'm sure of it! That's just the kind of filthy trick she'd pull on me! She must have told him he could fuck her anytime and any way he wanted if he dropped me! The bitch! I'll get her for this!"
"What can you do?" asked Eileen. "He took her up on the offer, didn't he?"
"I'll fix him too!"
"How?"
Teresa sat back down. "I don't know but I'll think of something. First, I want to get back at her. Who the hell does she think she is? Fucking around with a bartender, cheating on my father like some whore and having the gall to decide who is good enough for me?"
"That is pretty hypocritical," said Eileen.
"Hypocritical? That bitch is just trying to manipulate me, trying to keep me pure and clean so some rich asshole son of a millionaire will marry me! That's her game. Get married to some dumbbell, then fuck the lifeguard, the bartender, the milkman!"
"Gee, you're mad," remarked Eileen.
"You bet I am!" Teresa's eyes lit up. "I know what I'll do! I'll really get her goat!"
"What? What'll you do?"
Teresa laughed and laid her head back against the wall. A thick coating of perspiration covered her broiling body. "I'm gonna let her have her lifeguard… But instead of finding myself some nice, cultured young man I think I'll go for a tall, dark bartender."
Eileen's eyes widened and she leaned forward with her mouth open. "Johnny? You're going to go after your mother's lover?"
"Ex-lover," Teresa calmly said.
"Wow," said Eileen. "She'll blow her stack."
Teresa chuckled. "That's what's so great about it, she can't do a damned thing. Can you imagine her admitting that she had an affair with Johnny? Can you see her trying to tell me to cool it? Ha! I'll laugh in her face!"
"You'll have an affair with Johnny just to get revenge on her?"
Teresa smirked. "No, not just revenge. I've always wondered what it would be like to sleep with him. I bet he knows his stuff all right… "
"Yeah, he's been around I'll bet. I guess it could be fun."
Suddenly Teresa turned to her friend and smiled. "How would you like to help?"
"Me? What can I do?" asked Eileen.
"Just screwing around with Johnny won't be enough revenge," said Teresa. "I want to teach her a real good lesson."
"What else can you do? What can I do?"
Teresa said it coldly. "Have an affair with my father."
Eileen's mouth fell open. "What?"
"Make a play for my dad. You told me hundreds of times you think he's real nice, very handsome."
"Yeah, but… but… " Eileen stammered. "I just can't go up to him and suggest we fuck!"
"Why not? If I know him he'll laugh it off and say something real charming. Then ten minutes later he'll suggest a time and place."
Eileen was aghast. "Your father? He's not like that, he's an important man. He wouldn't have anything to do with a young girl like me."
Teresa grinned. "The hell he won't. I've seen him when you're over visiting me. He keeps a good eye on you, believe me. You turn him on."
"No… "
While nodding her head, Teresa said, "Yes."
Johnny Carvel wasn't feeling too great. It wasn't every day he got dumped for a young kid. It used to be he moved in on the territories of the older guys and nailed their women. But now he had to face it, he was thirty-four and each year the competition would get stiffer.
Stiffer. He smirked. That was the word, all right. Not that he had lost any of his own hardness or talent but it was an uphill fight. The ladies his age and slightly older seemed to demand more and more each year while they turned him on less and less. What Johnny had to admit was he wanted the fresh young stuff as much as the ladies did.
That was it. A nice, tight young cunt to really make him feel like a kid himself. The only problem was that the young girls never had money and usually expected to be shown a good time. That cost him money. The older women had money and with the proper approach never hesitated to spend it on him. He liked that almost as much as fucking them, having them spend their old man's hard-earned bucks on him.
He was wiping down the bar for the hundredth time that afternoon when he lifted his face and saw the tits. Gems, the nicest set of tits in the whole country club. Teresa Cunningham's tits stretching against that ridiculous excuse for a swimsuit.
He looked all the way up to her face. She smiled. He smiled back. "What can I do for you, Teresa?" Johnny asked.
"I'd like a Tom Collins," she said.
Johnny's eyebrow lifted. "You trying to get me fired? You can't be in this bar, let alone have a drink, until you're twenty-one."
"A Tom Collins, please," she said.
"You have to be old enough, Teresa," he repeated. Then he added, "I'm sorry."
"I'm old enough to do a lot of things, Johnny. And drinking is just one of them."
Johnny liked the direction of her conversation. He also liked the husky sound of her voice. She had never acted like this with him before. He was interested. The bar was empty, so he mixed a Tom Collins, dropped a cherry in it and placed it on the bar between them.
Teresa reached for the drink but Johnny grabbed her wrist. "Like I said, if I give you this drink I'm putting my job on the line. And before I do that I want to know what else you think you're old enough to do."
He was leaning close and smiling. Teresa swallowed, smiled back and drew up her courage. "I'm old enough to give you what you want," she whispered.
But Johnny wasn't satisfied, he wanted to hear the exact words. "And what is that?"
"You know," she smiled and winked.
"Say it. Tell me exactly what you'll do if I give you this drink."
Teresa's cheeks were flushed. She blinked. "I'll fuck you," she stated.
Johnny felt the head of his cock swell in his pants as she said it. He liked that. He loved to hear a woman use the coarse vernacular. And he loved to use it himself.
"What makes you think you can handle me? I might break your sweet little cunt with my big prick," he said.
"If that happens I'll use my mouth," Teresa answered.
Johnny swallowed. She was serious, absolutely serious. He had received some pretty direct propositions in his years behind the bar but they usually came from some desperate broad who was either drunk or unappetizing. This was the first time a real dish, a young plum who could have her choice of guys, ever popped the suggestion.
Johnny released Teresa's wrist and pushed the drink at her. "There's a stockroom right behind me. Pick up the drink and take it in there. I'll be there in a couple of minutes to see if you're all talk," he said.
Teresa picked up the drink and slid from her barstool. As she moved behind the bar and went through the door to the small room lined with cases of liquor she said, "I can't talk with my mouth full."
Johnny nervously wiped down the bar again. The pool area had two people in it, both lounging half-asleep in the sun. They hadn't ordered a drink all day and he doubted if they'd want to start now. Alan was slumped in his lifeguard stand and looked just as oblivious as the sun-bathers. Grace Cunningham had been in her office earlier but left to go home and prepare for the dance tonight. Everything would be dead for at least a couple of hours.
He dropped his bar towel onto the floor. Even if someone did want a drink they'd call out. He could just step out of the stockroom, take care of them and go back. He went to the door, turned the knob and quickly disappeared inside.
She was totally nude. Standing there against the cardboard cases along the far wall without a thing on. Johnny pushed the door shut and pressed the lock on the knob. His breath felt like a loaf of bread in his throat. She was the image of her mother with everything tighter, higher, swollen with the vibrancy of youth.
Teresa inhaled a deep breath until her bare breasts lifted up high and out. Her round, pink nipples stared at Johnny like two amazed eyes. The soft flesh of her breasts thrust at him like solid, pointed melons. He realized his cock was jamming forcefully upward in his pants.
She held out the glass, the liquid was gone, all that remained were two ice cubes and the red maraschino cherry. "Delicious," she said.
His eyes took in the furry mound above the red lips of her tight-looking pussy and flawless thighs. "I'll say," he remarked.
Teresa sat down on one of the liquor cases and spread her legs wide apart. The gleaming tissues of her cunt opened up to invite Johnny home. He quickly unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. She watched closely as he dropped the pants to his knees, kept an eye on the sizable bulge straining in his white jockey shorts.
Teresa gulped with anticipation as he lowered the shorts and let his long, red stick slide out. It was a beautiful cock with a wide, flared glans and thick, powerful shaft. Johnny's jet-black hair was piled around the base and ran like a dark shadow up under his shirt. His balls hung low and were also covered with the abundant hair.
As Johnny moved closer Teresa reached into the glass and withdrew the cherry. She held it between her thumb and index finger while lowering it down to her crotch. Johnny stopped moving and stared as she slipped the little fruit between the lips of her cunt and shoved it deep inside with one finger.
"Now you can say you got my cherry," she remarked.
Johnny loved it. Her crudeness, her lack of childish play and foolishness was making his cock pound. He dropped to his knees and buried his face into the warm, soft, hugging comfort of her thighs. Teresa lay back and felt his tongue reach up into her hole for the cherry.
She smiled. He was going to be great. His tongue was really doing a dance inside her. She could feel him lapping the moisture from each wall, sucking at her juicy lips, digging against her clitoris, driving the heat in her guts to a steaming pitch.
Johnny had never tasted a sweeter, fresher cunt in all his life. The muscular box was shivering around his tongue, going crazy as soon as he got it in there. She was an easy, quick turn-on and he liked that. He hated to have to kill himself getting a woman worked up and panting before he could slam his cock to her; he liked the instant type, the ones who creamed up just at the sight of his tool.
The cherry rolled down to his lips and he sucked it inside his mouth. Then he pulled away from the shaking cunt and kissed his way up Teresa's flat belly to the mountains of tit. They met his face to envelop it in softness. He kissed each nipple and gave it a wet suck until they stood up hard like two petrified rosebuds.
His mouth left the breasts and moved to hers. Teresa met his lips and dashed her tongue hungrily against his. He was a man, a real man, mature, worldly, passionate. Her heart was throbbing rapidly as she felt his tongue unroll and press the cherry into her mouth.
"Eat your own cherry," he whispered.
Teresa shuddered as he took her hand and placed it on the hot head of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the stiff muscle and stroked down to the fuzzy hair and back up to the flared glans. It was long, hard and burning in her hand like a smoldering log.
He stood up and the stiff cock was before her face. "Suck it," he said.
Teresa puckered her lips and pushed the cherry out until it was perched up front as she moved toward the sleek shaft. The cherry rested against the tiny hole on the tip of his cock as she plunged. She engulfed the long spike and felt it shove the cherry deep back into her throat where it disappeared like food being fed to a baby bird.
She held her lips tightly around the meaty shaft so she could feel the veins, skins and tendons moving into her mouth. She didn't stop going down on the cock until her nose touched the hair and her throat screamed with stretching. As she backed away her tongue washed around his glans to scrub it into even more heat.
Teresa kissed the tip of his cock and looked up. Johnny gazed into her eyes with complete approval. "You may be young," he said, "but you sure as hell know your stuff."
"Put it in me," she said.
Johnny didn't move. "Put what in what?" he asked. "I want to hear you say it."
"Put your beautiful cock in my cunt," she said. The thrill of her language was obvious to Teresa as Johnny's eyes lit up happily.
"And when my cock is inside your pussy what do you want me to do with it?" he asked.
She giggled. "Fuck me."
"Fuck you how?"
"Fuck me hard."
"What else?"
"Just fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. Ram it up inside me deeply and make me come all over you," she said.
Johnny's breath was rapid. The girl liked his game, his cock was throbbing fiercely. "And what about me?"
Teresa laughed, she was really turning him on. "I want you to make me come then put it back in my mouth until you cream down my throat."
"Get on your hands and knees," Johnny quickly said.
Teresa didn't hesitate to drop to the floor and turn her round, soft ass back at him. Johnny dropped to his knees behind her and slid a hand deep into the moisture of her crotch. The slick cunt lips met his fingers and coated them with juice as he stabbed deep inside. Then he brought the dripping fingers out and smeared his cock-head with the lubrication.
He nudged up close to her ass and felt his cock head touch the greased softness of her gash. Then he leaned forward until the lips yawned open around his blunt tip and squeezed a hugging ring around it. She was tight but slick. Johnny's cock moved inside the burning clasp of her pussy with a steady, stretching movement.
"Umm," Teresa moaned as she felt the wonderful shaft filling her cunt up, stretching it, making it quake with happiness.
Johnny moved all the way inside until his hips touched the jutting meat of her ass. He was deep and she was groaning with pure pleasure.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Yes, oh… yes," she moaned back. The walls of her cunt were shaking around his spike.
"What do you like about it?"
"The size. Your cock is big and it makes my pussy feel so small," she answered.
Johnny gritted his teeth, her words pleased him so much. He pulled the pecker way back and plunged it deep once again. Her ass jutted back to receive the deep thrust and slap against his hips. Teresa grunted and felt the stretching pain leave her cunt to travel up her spine, to make her nipples tingle, to make her whole cunt feel like crying.
"I'm gonna ram my cock up your cunt until you beg me to stop," he stammered.
"Yes! Fuck me until I cry!"
His hands grabbed her around the waist and suddenly Johnny's ass was blurring with speed as he humped his cock with fast, long strokes in and out of her drooling box. Teresa's breasts were flopping back and forth as she met each plunging jab with a backward push and twist.
The hard cock was making her feel good, real good. The trembling inside her cunt turned to a torrent of contractions as the pecker drove her into a climax. She closed her eyes and felt the ripples of heat burn throughout her body, felt her hole spasmodically shudder and gush juice all over the non-stop rod.
"Oh God! Yes! Mmmm," she moaned.
Johnny moved his hands down to cup the swaying tits and squeezed hard. She was easy to climax and really a wild animal. Her perfect body was jamming at him for cock, twisting, reeling under him. He remembered back to when he was a kid in school and the girls he screwed would go crazy, lose all control and just go berserk. It was just like that, just like he was a kid again.
Except for one thing. He knew his stuff now. His cock was stiff as a pipe and already she had climaxed once. He didn't pause, instead he quickened his pace into the clamping cunt and felt it instantly respond. He didn't give it a chance to recover or rest. Johnny wanted to have her go wild under him again.
It didn't take long. He kept slamming his meat into her and worked at the pliant tits until the nipples were hard again. He squeezed into the spongy flesh until it oozed between his fingers and cooked in his palms. Teresa was grinding her chest against his fists, wrenching, causing her breasts to stretch and pull.
The fat cock was doing it to her again. Without warning her guts went tight and the explosions started. She could feel her own juices dripping down her thighs as the cock plunged in and out. It felt like he was ripping the tits right off her body. It felt great.
Johnny laid his full weight on top of her as he felt the climaxing contractions of her cunt. She had to drop down flat on the floor as he smothered her writhing body under his and felt the movements of her ecstasy. The full meat of her ass cushioned his belly as he slowly worked his meat into the grab of her cunt.
After her climax passed, Johnny rolled onto his back with his glistening erection stabbing stiffly up and waited. Teresa knew it was waiting for her mouth. She crawled around and held the cock in her hand but Johnny grabbed her ankles and pulled a knee over his head. The juice-dripping gash hung right above his face.
She engulfed his cock completely and withdrew with a hard, pulling suck.
"You like eating my cock?" Johnny asked.
"Mmmmm hummm," she answered while going down on it once again.
"Good. Cause I'm gonna fill you up so much you won't want to eat for days," he said.
Then he pushed her thighs apart until she lowered down to his face. The wetness of her crotch smeared against his lips as he kissed all the tight, firm flesh of her vulva and thighs. Then he slid his tongue deep into the hole and twisted back and forth.
Her hips were working up and down as his tongue teased the tightness of her clitoris into a third climax. She was bouncing on his body, writhing, as he reached down to the back of her head and pressed. His cock channeled deep inside her sucking throat as his hips jutted up.
"Yes…" he hissed as the wave of fire bolted the length of his imbedded pecker.
Teresa was humping hard and in the throes of her climax as the first gush of sperm unloaded into her throat. She felt like choking but instantly relaxed and just let it come. The impulse passed and she felt the thick cream dribbling down around the hot muscle to fill her cheeks.
She lifted her head up and felt the jizm pumping into her mouth, filling her up, feeding her. She sucked and swallowed the tart treat but it still managed to leak from the rim of her lips and drip in a bubbly froth into all the black, shining hair.
She drew up hard and managed to swallow the last spurt without dripping. Then she went down fully on the detonated stick and rested her head as the thrusting cock shuddered to a stop. She kept sucking it, kissing, licking it up and down until the beautiful shaft weakened and bent. It was over, the hardness was gone.
Johnny just rested back and felt the soft caress of her mouth on his satisfied cock. She really blew him off, took all the meat in and drank from the fountain. He licked up and smeared his tongue across her cunt, then snuggled between her buns to taste her asshole. She was all right. Anytime she wanted to drink at his bar was all right with him.
Teresa let the limp pecker drop from her lips and licked at the spattered sperm in the hair. She sucked the patch of black until it was clean and once again well-groomed. Her face felt warm, she felt fine.
"What do you think?" he asked.
Teresa knew what he wanted to hear. "I think you fuck real well," she said.
Johnny grinned. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. How was I?"
"Terrific. Really terrific."
"As good as my mother?" she asked.
Johnny's body went stiff under her. He was quiet, absolutely silent. "You going to answer me?" Teresa asked.
"What kind of a question is that to ask?"
"It's an honest question. And if you like fucking me you have to promise never to fuck her again… no matter what she says or does or offers," Teresa bluntly stated.
"Hah," Johnny laughed. "That's easy enough to promise, she and I are through. She's got herself a new boyfriend to play with."
"Not for long," said Teresa.