Jack and May Bridges, old friends of Mother's since her childhood, lived in a large, lakeside Victorian house about five miles from ours, with their son, Johnny, who was eighteen, and their daughter Kitty, who was about sixteen. Years ago Sandy and I had played with them, but neither of us could remember what they looked like.
When we arrived the party was in full swing in the house and on the patio in the rear. May Bridges greeted us at the door, bestowing gooey kisses and “How wonderful to see you all!”
She was a few years older than Mother, but looked about ten years older. Her face, which had once been attractive, was lined and creased and she had let herself get a little plump.
“You're looking wonderful,” Mother said to her.
“Nowhere near as good as you. But I have other consolations,” she added, turning to grasp her husband's arm as he joined us. Mother winced at this first snide reference to her divorce.
“Ava how wonderful to see you,” Jack said to Mother. “You're looking terrific.” He gave her a puckered kiss on the lips. “She looks great, doesn't she, May?”
“Yes, and so do the kids. My god, how they've grown. How the hell did you and Kurt ever spawn two such gorgeous hunks?”
“It was easy,” Ava said. “Where are your two kidlets, anyway? They must be pretty large themselves.”
May escorted us toward the patio, where the younger crowd was dancing, and summoned Johnny and Kitty. Johnny, like his father, was over six feet tall and oozed with charm. I never had liked him, and still didn't. He was a good-looking guy with straight black hair, but was all greased down and looked horrible.
His sister was something else. Her hair was dark and long, around her shoulders, framing a face that might have been too pretty if it were more innocent. But it had an animal quality that appealed. to me-her dark eyes were darting over at me and laughing. She was shorter than Sandy, and rather slender, but well-stacked for a girl of sixteen. I avoided looking at her. I didn't want to start anything with her, even a mild flirtation. All I wanted to do was wait for an opening for Sandy and me to depart from the crowd for a few minutes. It had been over a week since our last trip to the drive-in, and I was boiling over with desire.
“Why don't you kids come out with us and dance?” Johnny said to us. “No point in hanging around here with the corpses.”
That sounded like an excellent idea, and Sandy and I moved with Johnny.
“Just a minute,” Kitty said. “I'm sick and tired of dancing. I wanted to go for a swim but nobody wants to go with me.”
“Terry will take her,” Ava said. “Won't you, Terry?”
I hedged. I didn't want to be separated from Sandy for even a second. But Mother had put me on the spot. I shrugged and stammered, and Kitty took this for assent.
“Good,” she said, taking my arm. “Let's go.”
“I really can't,” I said. “Look, I don't even have a suit. Besides, I'm a lousy swimmer. And I just ate. I might get a cramp.”
“Excuses, excuses. Number one, you can wear one of my brother's suits. Number two, I'm an excellent life guard. If you get a cramp and start to drown I'll give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”
“What's that?” I said.
“It's like what Prince Charming did to Sleeping Beauty. You kiss them and they wake up.”
“Go ahead, Terry, for Christ's sake,” Mother said. “What kind of a lousy guest are you, anyway?”
With this, Kitty led me away, and as we went I looked over my shoulder and got a pained, sharp, accusing, resigned glance from Sandy.
“I remember you when we were kids,” Kitty said as we mounted the stairs to her room. “You sure have grown.”
“So have you.”
“You two kids must get lonely over there, all by yourselves. You ought to come over here more often.”
“Maybe we will,” I said.
We reached the top of the stairs and she led me into her bedroom. “You can change in here,” she said. “Let me go get you a bathing suit.”
In a moment she was back with a small pair of bikini briefs made of white silk.
“They're racing trunks,” she explained.
“Should I change here,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt, “or should I go…”
“Unzip me,” she said, offering me her back. I unzipped her dress down to the base of her spine. “Unhook my bra for me, will you?”
Trembling with a desire I didn't want to feel for her, I unhooked her bra. She stood there for a long moment as though she wanted me to reach inside the dress and inside the bra, to grab her breasts. I stood there.
She moved toward the dresser and pulled out two halves of an orange bikini. Then she reached under her short dress and pulled off her panties, giving me a generous view of her round ass.
“I guess I better go change in the bathroom,” she said. “I'll be right back.”
I pulled off my shirt and sat down on her bed to remove my shoes and socks. Hot lust for this little sexpot was burning in my loins, lust made almost unbearable by the frustrations I'd had in the last weeks.
I pulled off my pants and underwear, feeling an even more intense throbbing of lust and longing for satisfaction, any kind of satisfaction as my stiff prick stood up free and unencumbered by any clothing. If only Sandy were here!
I looked around for my briefs and found them just as Kitty reappeared in the doorway. She wore her bikini bottoms, the size of a g-string, and held her bra at her nipples, leaving her breasts otherwise naked. I made a feeble attempt at covering myself by cupping my balls, but this merely emphasized my nakedness by shoving it straight up and outward.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” she said. “I thought you'd be dressed by now.” But she didn't make any move to leave.
“Would you mind snapping me up?” holding the bra out at arms length and baring her budding young breasts. I moved toward her, no longer making any effort to cover myself. When I neared her she turned around and pulled the bra back under her beasts, without, however, covering the nipples, which by now were red and large. I cupped them from behind, pushing down the cloth.
“That's not my bathing suit, silly,” she said. “I can't go around wearing your hands.” She pushed them away and covered her breasts.
“You're a little bitch of a tease,” I said, pulling down the lower part of her suit far enough for me to be able to rub myself against her buttocks.
“You're a real charmer, Terry. Where'd you ever come up with a line like that?”
“Look, we're both naked, or almost. We both want each other. Why wait?”
“Wait for what?” she said.
“Wait to fuck. Let's do it right now, on your bed. I'm ready.”
“Another great line,” she said.
I was getting sick of her already. I wasn't in any mood to play any games or beg her for anything. I wanted to be with Sandy, anyway. This was pure diversion, which I'd have a hard time rationalizing to myself afterwards.
“The hell with it then,” I said, and let go of her turning away and looking for my clothes.
“Boy are you a prima donna,” she said, throwing her bra at me and hitting me in the back. “You expect a girl to put out for you just like that, boom, no questions asked, no affection, no nothing. Just stick it right in the first time you meet.”
“We didn't just meet,” I reminded her, “we've known each other since we were kids. Besides, it wasn't my idea to go swimming, or to come up here, or to start dressing and undressing you. And I didn't walk in on you when you were naked.”
“You really are a bastard!” Something else hit me in the back. I looked down. There lay a pair of orange bikini panties. Kitty lay on the bed, stretched out on her back, completely naked, her legs spread slightly, her hips rotating subtly.
“If you're going to call me a tease, I might as well get my money's worth.”
The sight of her lasciviously spread body was too much for my sex-hungry young body to take. I pounced on her, pinning down her legs with my own and stretching her arms over her head.
“Terry!” she squealed. “Don't. The door's wide open. Anybody could come in any time they wanted to.”
“Let them,” I said.
“Not here, Terry, please. Not here in the house. If my father catches us he'll kill me.”
“So you really were just teasing me. I ought to rape you right here.”
“I just wanted to get you excited so when we went outside-oh, don't, Terry.”
I had slid my prick up between her legs, found the spot, and jammed it all the way into her. She struggled and squirmed under me, which of course increased the pleasure.
So excited after such a long layoff, and by Kitty's machinations, so ready for her and so used to frantic, hungry speed contests with Sandy, I began to come almost instantly, pounding down into her and then arching up in the abandon of a climax.
The whole thing had taken little more than a minute. I dismounted, got up and put on the swim trunks.
“You still want to go swimming?”
“You're a prick,” she said.
“If you don't want to, I'll ask my sister. I feel like a swim to cool off.”
“I hate you,” she said.
“Oh well, you can't please everybody. I'm going to get my sister. You got a shirt I can wear with this so I don't look so naked?”
“No.”
“Okay, I'll see you then.”
I started out the door. “Wait, Terry,” she said. “I want to go with you.” She got up and slipped on her panties, again asking me to fasten the bra. I didn't have any trouble with it this time.
We went down the back stairs and out a side door to avoid the crowd. I also decided it would be better now if Sandy weren't to see me with Kitty like this. Something about the flush of her skin, the glow, and the easy, abandoned way she wore, or nearly wore, her bikini gave everything away.
I also felt guilty. While Sandy was burning with unsatisfied desire I was living it up with a hot little number I didn't care a damn about, and who didn't even satisfy me-at least not the first time. Maybe it would be better later.
We reached the water's edge, and before I could even suggest it, Kitty had stripped off her bikini and dove into the water. I divested myself of my briefs and dove in after her.
She was a good swimmer, and it took me a dozen strokes to catch up with her. At last, I grabbed her smooth, struggling body from behind, one arm around her breasts and one at her thighs. I spun her around. She locked my buttocks with her legs in a scissorlike grip that pushed and rubbed our genitals together.
Without further ado I pushed up into her. Her leglock tightened and she began to move with me, digging her fingers into my back.
My mind was wandering. I wasn't interested in this girl except as a receptacle. She was a pretty, sensual receptacle, but I didn't really care what she was like as long as she rubbed me the right way in the right place, as she now was doing so ably.
I thought of Sandy and how it had been with her. Unadulterated joy, pure concentration, the flow of love. No fantasies, no mental tricks, no nostalgic evocations.
I wanted to get this over with quick and get back to Sandy.
So I thrust savagely away at her, feeling her body start to quake and listening to her moan and gasp as she reached her long-awaited climax. One more thrust, three in a row, two more and-boom — I was home.
I withdrew and floated away.
“Do you like me?” Kitty asked, swimming up to me and running her hand up and down my chest.
“Sure.”
“I wish you had come over earlier in the sum- mer. It's almost over now. All those guys around here-the ones up at the party-are such a bunch of drips! They're scared to do anything.”
“Maybe they think you're too young.”
“You don't, do you?”
“How could I?” I said. “Look, we better get back in. They're probably talking about us already.”
“Let them.”
“I have to take care of my sister. I'm her chaperone.”
“That's all you think about is your sister.”
“What's wrong with that?”
“Nothing, I guess,” she said.
I started swimming back in toward shore with Kitty alongside. We emerged dripping from the lake, put on our suits and then hopped back in to wet them and make it look as though we'd actually worn them.
Then we joined the party on the patio. Kitty's body, in and out of the bikini, caused a mild sensation. A crowd of young admirers formed around her and I was able to search for Sandy.
She was nowhere to be seen on the patio. I moved inside, where the older people were getting smashed. I felt slightly out of place in my wet, clinging jockstrap-sized bathing suit, among the blazers and blazing summer dresses, but none of the drunks seemed to take notice.
Sandy was sitting on a sofa, talking to Madge Kimberly, a friend of Mother's. She spotted me, grinned, excused herself and joined me.
“Hi! How was your swim?”
“Okay,” I muttered, looking down guiltily. “Where's Mom?”
“In the kitchen, completely looped, ready to pass out. She's been talking about her divorce for the last hour. Every dirt disher in town is taking notes.”
“I better go up and change. You want to come with me?”
“Yes.”
We mounted the stairs and entered Kitty's room.
“Oh, you changed in here,” she said, unbuttoning her blouse. She noticed Kitty's panties on the floor and picked them up with forefinger and thumb. “And changed together. Must have put on quite a show.”
“No, she went into the bathroom.”
“Ah, you don't have to kid me, Terry,” she said playfully as she pulled off her blouse. “How was she? Did you make it with her here, or in the water?”
I laughed, relieved, and blurted out: “Both. She wasn't much good, though. She doesn't compare to you.”
Her face dropped a mile. She turned red as boiled crab and hot tears collected and burst from her eyes. I stepped toward her, wanting to cut out my tongue, to go back and unsay what I had said, undo what I had done.
WHACK! Her hand cracked across my face with full force and full venom.
“Sandy, please, I thought you…”
“You thought I what? You thought I was serious? You thought I took it for granted you'd jump into the first cunt you run into, and joke about it?”
“I don't know. I wasn't even serious about it. That's why I blurted it out. It just happened. It didn't mean anything. She teased me and practically forced me into it. I didn't even kiss her. I wasn't even nice to her.”
“The last part I can believe. That's you, all the way. Love 'em and leave 'em.”
We went on this way for a long while, with Sandy doing most of the talking. How could I explain? I felt stupid, guilty, horrible, disgusting, untrue, unfaithful, unloving, unloved anymore, lost, helpless and, after she had slapped me again and stomped out, utterly alone.
I dressed quickly and hurried downstairs. Mother had passed out. Sandy had gotten a couple of men to carry her to the car. They put her in the, back seat. I got the car keys from her purse and drove off, with Sandy sitting in the front with me, as far over on the other side as she could get.
I tried desperately to think of something to say, could think of nothing. We passed the ride in stony silence.
Once home, we helped Mother up the stairs. Sandy undressed her and put her to bed.
When she had finished she came back in her own room. I was waiting for her.