Chapter VIII: Lay 'Em Straight
Laurel sprinted across the beach into the last of the sun's rays. Her lithe silhouette jigging back and forth as she kicked into the yielding sand - attracted the attention of Manu - and - for perhaps the first time today, Bluesman had found himself staring at her.
Somehow, most of the guests who had wanted to, had sequestered Laurel alone with some ruse or another. Bluesman had not been so lucky. At 27, she was nearly 20 years his junior. The spritely movement of her nude buttocks as she ran toward the water reminded him of several girls he'd met long ago. He felt young again and wondered at it. "Well...douchebag!", His conscience scolded. "Does the way you feel have less to do with your psychotic nostalgia and more to do with the half a ton of pussy you've fucked and eaten for two whole days? DUH!...No wonder it feels like college again!"
Bluesman smiled and felt his erection returning. This RE-union (could you actually call it a reunion if it was really their first union?) was doing wonders for his libido. He thought that the gang bang of Hullo_Nurse had drained whatever reserves he'd had, but the sight of young Laurel's form had generously jolted his rather large cock and ensured that his age wouldn't embarrass him.
He looked over to the yard where some of the guys were volunteering to help Manu drag some comforts onto the beach. A beach party would conclude the weekend's debauchery and leave everyone sore and sandy thought Bluesman. Oh well... that means that the showers will be the action spot tonight and tomorrow morning! He was torn between following Laurel and pitching in with Shintani, Michael, Fallen, MrHappy, and HSWriter. He opted to help and looked wistfully as Laurel skipped into the surf. The gang was grabbing beach chairs, volleyball nets, horseshoes, ice chests, towels, blankets, and half the contents of Price Club's seasonal aisle and dragging them onto the sand and down to an area just fifty feet shy of the water. Southern_Helle grabbed a Coleman with a dozen beers on ice and an umbrella and strode to the beach. Crystal offered to help as did Alyssa and soon, everything was out on the beach. The sun had set and a faint orange afterglow illuminated the sky like some car or beverage commercial thought Bluesman...And why not? This WAS California after all!
He grabbed a large chest of beer to keep company with the one that Helle carried down. He trudged with it and thought about how beautiful all of the women had been and how unreal this whole affair had turned out. It might take months to wash away the scent of pussy and certainly a year or more to wipe off that shit-eating grin. That grin was his Irish best and he felt it spread as Laurel, freshly back from a quick soak in the Pacific, walked up toward him. Or so he thought! Behind him, he heard Manu's voice and he felt like a high-school jerk again, realizing that she was coming toward Manu, not him.
"Manu..." she said, a bit out of breath. "How's the water, love?" he interrupted. "Fine...really nice! Honey...do you think it's OK for some of the gang to smoke weed on the beach? Helle asked me...and I KNOW a few of these characters are into altered states of consciousness just from their writing!" Manu frowned. It's not that he never smoked pot, he just didn't like taking chances. But, not wanting to be a wet blanket, he acceded and told her to tell everyone it's OK but they were on their own.
Bluesman noted this as he walked just in front of Manu and shot a glance at Laurel as she passed him. He sought out Helle. "hey...I have some killer stuff if you want to toke." She smiled and grabbed his hand. They lit up behind a canvas lean-to and took in a long drag each. "You think she's pretty?" asked Helle.
"Who?" said Bluesman nonchalantly.
"Laurel".
"Oh... she's OK he said vaguely.
Helle gave him a shot in the ribs and said... "Fuck you! I SAW you staring at her you dick! Who are you kidding?"
Bluesman reached out and grabbed Helle's left tit and gave it a pinch. "I've stared, to one degree or another, at EVERY woman here! I'm an equal opportunity pervert!"
Helle laughed and invited Crystal to join. She was soon accompanied by MrHappy and then Alyssa and Shintani. Before long a small contingent of potheads had gathered by the lean to and were perfuming the beach with the redolent smell of burning marijuana. Dixon strode suddenly into the fray in fake dreadlocks and nothing else and declared: "Ire Mon...some spliff going roun' an you not gonna invite Dixon?" They looked at the dreads and all fell apart laughing.
Appropriately, some Reggae music cut into the sounds of the beach frolic as Bob Marley's unmistakable voice punctuated the breeze.
"Pos-i-tive Vi-bration Yea-ah...Pos-i-tive!"
Deborah began a seductive dance that lured Nurse over toward her. The two swayed in the nude illuminated by the propane lanterns and the beach fire. At times they touched and the deliberateness of their movements suggested that this was not an unplanned event. Erections were sprouting like...well...mushrooms as Alyssa and Sabrina also danced. Incredible! Another fucking erection after all this gluttonous sex!
On a chair near the fire Bluesman spied Manu poking it trying to create a ring of fire around a large pot of chile he was tending, while Fallen was explaining the ingredients of his "Essential Western Chile" to a disinterested Manu. SpecialK came over and slid a soft hand down Manu's thighs while Fallen was exalting about the Scotch Bonnets that "Bring It" to his five alarm concoction. He realized he was out of school when he saw SpecialK drop to her knees in the sand and put Manu's semi-rigid shaft in her hand and lift it, with a wink, to her lips. Fallen just waltzed down to the water and joined a group that had been splashing each other and laughing like hyenas.
Bluesman looked for Laurel and found that she was alone by the lantern trying to light it while it was still swinging from the bamboo pole. "Here...let me help".
