AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is a continuing story to vella_ms', "A Day At The Beach." My story picks up after Dranoel's story, "A Day At The Beach ~ Another Perspective". There is no need to read these stories in order, but should you like follow along, my story is a Chapter 3 in a four part series. The fourth chapter being Liar's, "The Girl Next Door." Enjoy!
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A Day at the Beach: The Other Woman
I couldn't get Vella out of my mind.
That day on the beach was incredible. I have never been with another woman before, even though I wrote erotic stories about having lesbian relationships. It was an incredible moment in my life. And three weeks later, I still couldn't shake how she felt, how she smelled. I could still remember each curve of her body, the softness of her skin, the taste of her on my lips. I wondered if she was still sunning out there on her parents' beach reading erotic stories as the sun kissed her glorious tanned body.
I lay back in my bathtub and closed my eyes imagining Vella on that day. I pictured her as she placed the papers down next to her, licked her fingers and reached deep into her bikini bottoms. Her hand moving slowly up and down, going under and then a bit faster as she massaged her clit working herself into a sweet, wonderful orgasm. I could feel my own body starting to get excited, just as it did then and I spread my legs, letting the warm bath water splash back and forth against me. I took the soap and circled it around my breasts, using the wash cloth to rub against my nipples, making them erect with the somewhat rough cotton material.
I slid the cloth down between my breasts, massaging my stomach and bringing it lower. I released the cloth and let it float away using my fingers to part and caress the lips of my labia. Running a finger down the slit, barely touching the swollen skin with my fingernails, which sent surges throughout my body. My breathing became a bit labored as my hand cupped the wet mound, my middle finger tapping my clit as I bring my hand up and down along it.
Using my other hand, I cupped my breast, my thumb teasing the nipple. Taking it between my fingers, I pinched it, delighting in the sensation that that has caused. I lifted my hips and brought my fingers down, spreading the lips and slipped a finger in and then out again. I added another finger, dipping them again pumping them as I moved my hips up and down. My finger began to massage my clit., faster, pressing down, crooking my finger and playing with the tip of my clit. Tapping it faster, not stopping. I pressed my finger down, circling it. My orgasm came quickly, the sensation searing through my body. It amazed me how I can make myself orgasm so quickly. Not that I am complaining, it's a wonderful feeling.
I finished my bath and headed towards my bedroom, passing my cell phone that I had left on the bedside table. "One missed call?" I said out loud. "Shit!" I thought, "I hope it wasn't work." I must have left my cell on vibrate the night before. I pressed the call log. No. Not work.
I hit the redial button.
"Hello?" The soft, voice of a woman answered.
"Um..Hi!" I stammered. I shook my head and quickly gathered my thoughts, "I have this number on my cell phone; you must have called me. My name is Honey...who is this?"
"Honey!" The woman replied. "Hiyas! It's Vella! Do you remember me?"
I stood there, my mouth open wide. "Do I remember you? I just masturbated to you in the bath!" I thought, but instead said, "Yes! Vella! Hi, how are you?"
"Good. But, well, I was wondering what you are doing today or actually for the weekend?"
My heart pounded in my chest. I began a mental checklist of the things that needed to be done, but decided it could wait. "Nothing. I'm free."
"Great." She exclaimed. "Come up to my beach. I am having a party tonight. A few close friends, but I remember you telling me that you wrote erotic stories and well it just so happens that one of my friends is a publisher. I showed him a story you had wrote and well, he is dying to meet you."
"Really?"
"Yes. He is extremely honest and although he thought your stories were good, he did admit that they needed some work."
"Oh?"
"Well, um..." She paused, keeping me in suspense, "He did question if you did this for a living and when I told him no, he said thank God, but really, he wants to meet you. Actually, he exact words were, "I need to meet her." Vella's voice sounded a bit strange when she repeated to me what her friend had said. Trying to sound a bit nonchalant.
"Really? Well...okay. I will bring more stories for him read as well." I said, feeling a bit disappointed that this man was saying that my stories weren't good. After all, I only wrote for fun and for a release of sorts.
"He is really handsome and great fun. I think you'll like him, really!" Vella taunted. I knew she was trying to make her voice sound excited and this made me smile. I was thinking she sounded a bit smug.
"Ok. It sounds great. I'll be there."
Our conversation lasted a little longer as I got the details on what was ahead for me that evening. She also told me a few more things her publisher friend had to say about my writing and although I was excited that Vella thought of me, I was getting revved up to meet this guy and give him a piece of my mind. Handsome or not, I've learned not to let that get in the way tonight. I looked at the time, and realized that if I wanted to make good time, I needed to start packing.
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As I approached Vella's house, the song "Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch" was blaring. I smiled to myself wondering if Vella had ESP and knew I was parking my car outside. Smiling and humming along with the song, I parked my little white sports car and turned it off. Breathing deeply, I looked up to the well-lit cottage and could see that the party was in full swing. I started to get nervous, I mean, I was thrilled that Vella invited me that I would get to see her again, but I was also nervous about meeting that publisher she had told me about.
I enjoy writing erotic stories, but I never thought they were good enough to be published. Vella said that the publisher was young, handsome and very honest. She had given him one of my stories and he said he thoroughly enjoyed it and wanted to read more. He said that he they might not do well as books, but what harm would it be for a magazine.
Making my way up the stone steps leading to the front door, I saw smoke from the barbecue and realized that I was starving. I also realized that I needed a drink, fast. Before I had a chance to step through the door, it swung open and an extremely attractive gentleman came out with an equally attractive female clinging to his arm. I was so surprised that I stumbled and fell with quite a hard thump on my tush.
"OH!" I yelped, as I landed not quite ladylike on the hard stairs.
"I'm sorry." Started the blonde-haired gentleman as he bent down, offering a hand.
Before I could reach it, the woman at his side drawled in her southern accent, "Come on, sweetie, I don't have much time!"
Looking down at me with an amused smirk on her beautiful face she continued, "You're alright aren't you, beautiful?"
I jumped up and brushed myself off but before I could answer her they were off down the path with "handsome guy" just shrugging his shoulders in apology.
"Sure, sure, I'm fine! Thanks for caring." I muttered and make my way through the door.
"HONEY!!" yelled the extremely attractive blond at the other end of the room.
I didn't know where to turn, I could feel my cheeks turning beet red.
