Katey's Cootchie
Twelve Months - Wednesday, September 1
"Heeeeeey, ladies." A blond teenager with deceptive ski-bum skater-dude looks had approached, a volleyball under his arm.
Short and busty Katey, her hair recently trimmed and freshly bleached, eyebrows and all, to a blonde hue similar to his, one that her stylist called New York, was lying on the beach blanket, flanked by her friends Bethany and Nikki. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked him over.
At five-nine he wasn't especially tall, but not short, not especially well-built but not emaciated either. Just a high school kid, probably. He had no evidence of facial hair and didn't have a hair on his chest, and one might have been forgiven for wondering whether he had any on his balls either, under the loose-fit knee-length swimming trunks he had on.
"What makes you so sure any of us is ladylike?" she responded.
He laughed. "Good one," he said, flipping the ball up and spinning it on a finger. It immediately fell to the sand. "I'm Rem," he said as he picked it back up, unfazed.
Skinny, dark-haired, tanned Nikki, who had been reading a romance novel while propped up on a low beach chair, pulled her sunglasses down an inch for effect and gave him the once-over as well. "Shouldn't you be in school or something, 'Rem'?" she asked, not needing to use air-quotes to convey her sarcasm about his name.
He laughed again, good naturedly. "I'm still hanging around the Lakes until Orientation Week. 'Nother week and a half to go."
"College?" asked overweight Bethany, dark-haired but pale skinned, also sitting up for purposes of reading a magazine. She was much taller than either of her companions, almost his height, but not tall enough to gracefully carry as much weight as she did - the last time she had been brave enough to step on a scale it had read 205 and it was demoralizing because she thought she had probably dropped 5 instead of gained. Her boobs were as big as Katey's but overly pendulous for such a young age, and her face was most generously described as plain, not quite as pleasant as Nikki's. "You're too young for college. Aren't you?"
"Eh. Early admission. So, what's up?"
"Nothin'," Katey said. "Where's the volleyball game, Rem? Isn't it your turn to serve?" Though her words were dismissive, she continued looking directly at him, inviting further banter. She sat up a little straighter and put her arms behind herself for support, lifting her knees a bit and burying her stubby toes into the sand.
"No game. Wanna go down to the water and toss the ball around, or something? All of you? Hey, I introduced myself. Rem. Short for Remington. What's your names?"
"I'm Hermione," Nikki said, "and that's Ron, and over there is Harry."
"Cute. I'm just tryna' be friendly. Come on. Been in the water? Let's go play."
"Water's cold," Katey said.
"Never be warmer. Had all summer to warm up. No more snow melt."
"So like I said. Water's cold. No thanks."
"Then, what do you three all like to do? For fun?"
"You're trying to pick up all three of us, at once?" Nikki asked him.
"I wouldn't call it that, exactly," he said, only a little contritely.
"He thinks he could handle all three of us, at once," Katey teased.
"Just looking for some fun."
"Just looking to see if that bandeau slips any further," Nikki mocked, referring to her friend's swimwear. She and Bethany were modestly attired in one-piece bathing suits, but Katey was wearing the suit that her boyfriend Mitch had gotten for her in Hawaii; it covered Katey's huge nipples and her daintily trimmed pubes and her rather large labia and her unremarkable anus, but not much else. Katey was only 5 feet tall, less pretty in the face even than her friend Bethany, owing in part to her large eyes and tiny jaw that should have been hyper-feminine if not downright exotic, but mainly gave a vaguely extraterrestrial vibe. She was still a little too full in the thighs and ass, though her boyfriend was working on that with an exercise regimen. But her firm 32C chest, down slightly from 34D due to the same diet and exercise plan, was certainly an asset that drew attention when she chose to flaunt her little body like today.
"I'm not sure if he'd even know what to do, if it did," Katey said, playing along.
"Try showing some more, and you'll find out," he said with renewed boldness.
"Whooo," Nikki said derisively, "big talk, little man."
"I'm just kidding around," he said, walking back his words seconds after uttering them.
"Wait, are you getting a boner?" Katey suddenly accused him. Though his swimming trunks had a loose fit, there was a definite tell-tale tenting of the front panel.
"Katey!" Bethany squealed. Her vocal mannerism was uncannily similar to that of her friend - they had grown up together, after all.
The boy knelt down quickly, to somewhat disguise the evidence. "Not really," he said, with evident embarrassment.
"Yes you are," the busty little one continued. "Why try to hide it? Well, maybe because it doesn't look very big."
"Katey!" Bethany repeated.
"What do *you* think, Nicknack?" Katey asked the other girl.
"I think he's too young, is what I think," Nikki said blandly. "Why are you leading him on?"
Katey ignored that. "Are you rich?" she asked him impertinently.
"What do you mean, Katey?" he asked, pointedly using the name he had just heard.
"I mean, are you *rich*? You know what *money* is, right?"
"You mean my parents? My mother and father do okay, if that's what you're asking, Katey." He apparently had heard somewhere that girls responded best when you called them by name.
"But is your *dad*... *rich*?"
"He... does okay, I guess."
"Just 'okay'."
"I think she makes more, selling real estate."
"Your mom. I get the picture. So, what kinda car do you drive?"
"Me? I don't have a car of my own. Drove here in my mom's Subaru."
"Oooo. A Subie-roo. I'm getting all hot now. My boyfriend has a *Tesla*, a high-end one too, and he lets me use his Audi which is pretty nice too. I used to work at the DMV, so I know - a Subie-roo isn't even in the same class. Look, I'll give you another chance. Didja bring any coke?"
"What, you mean the drug?"
"No, I mean a can of soda pop, Sheldon. Yes, I mean coke. Blow. Tootski. If you got any to offer, then, who knows? I might be interested."
"Katey!" Bethany squealed again. "You are so bad, anymore. Don't make fun of him."
"No," the boy said, "I don't got nothin' like that. I do... I got some weed. At home, though."
"Weed. Like that's supposed to impress me? You must live down in La Mierda."
"Where?"
"She means El Cuenca," Bethany explained kindly, referring to the nearest city down in the vast basin to the east of the mountain range. "Where we grew up."
"Oh yeah, I've heard a few people call it that. Maybe that's more a Long Lake thing. Anyway, no. We're up here. Over on Round Ridge."
"Where at, on Round Ridge?" Katey asked. Mitch had explained enough about the real estate market at Duo Lakes, that she understood that property values on the Round Lake side of Kings Ridge weren't quite as high as on the Long Lake side. Round Ridge was always a bit more basic than Long Ridge. Still, the homes down close to the shore could still be quite pricey, whichever side they were on. Real estate prices were an evergreen topic among the residents of the basin, and it seemed like half the residents at least dabbled as agents - Rem's mother being an apparent example.
"Wolf Run," Rem replied.
"Where?"
"Just up from the Boulevard."
"Your family's place?"
"Yeah. What, you think *I* own a house?"
"No. I don't know for a fact if you even have a Subie-roo. Maybe you walked. So, if you're there, why're you over here?"
"I like Crystal Beach. It's just better. The views are awesome."
"The views, huh?" Katey echoed.
Bethany spoke up. "Your one-eyed boyfriend is gonna be pissed if he... "
"Don't call him that. He's got two eyes. One, just, it doesn't work, exactly."
"... if he finds out you're flirting with a guy," Bethany finished. "Even if he's just a kid in high school."
"He's just here for the view."
"It's still flirting."
Katey spread her legs, giving Rem a clearer look at the form fitting panel of fabric that scarcely shielded her private parts from the warm late summer sun, not to mention from prying eyes. "Like the view?" she asked the boy, who didn't think of something to say but merely nodded..
"That's what I mean," Bethany reiterated. "Flirting. With a high school kid."
"Flirting? Moi?" Katey asked innocently.
"I'm not in high school anymore. I start college in less than two weeks," Rem insisted to Bethany, his eyes darting between the two women, trying not to be too obvious in checking out the crotch panel of Katey's immodest bikini nearly at eye level and only a few feet away.
"Nah," Katey said to her best friend, "me and Mitch, we've got an arrangement. I know *he* messes around. Behind my back. More and more, lately. So it's okay. I could mess around too. If I decided to. Besides, this is only talk. So my conscience is clean."
"Mitch?" Rem asked, still furtively ogling Katey's extremely visible camel toe. "Your boyfriend leaves you lonely, and you have to go to the beach without him?"
"My Dom," she answered opaquely. "You know what a Dom is?"
"No."
"Let me ask you this, Rem," she continued. "Do you even know how to make a girl cum?" She put an index finger to the top of her Venus mound and rubbed suggestively, through the fabric, for a moment.
He sat up a little straighter, which made his full erection evident again through his swim trunks. "Yeah," he said, "I'm not a virgin, if that's what you mean."
"Gotta a girlfriend?"
He paused. "I've had a few, yeah."
"Got one now?"
Another pause. "Not really. Not exactly. Nobody you'd have to worry about, if that's what you mean."
"What's Not Exactly's name, Rem?" Katey persisted, sarcastically.
"Okay, okay. She's still at Eastmont," he said, referring to the private school at the south end of Round Lake. "Just a junior. Everybody says I'll have forgotten about her by mid-terms."
"You told her you're breaking up?" Nikki inquired placidly.
