This story is part of a quartet of stories named: One Summer.
It is not a continuing storyline. They have familiar, common settings, persons or themes but they are not the same. Each story stands on its own. As always, all persons have reached the age of 19 years or more since they were born.
Note to the reader: English is not my first language so it may sometimes read as if you are listening to somebody from a foreign country. But thanks to oldnakeddad for editing and proofreading this story and making it more readable!
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"I love the 3 A.M. version of people. Vulnerable. Honest. Real." (author unknown).
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"Oh, come on, Marisa!" I shouted into the light flooded parking space behind the club, not knowing if our cousin could actually hear me.
"Maybe you should check around the corner, next to the exit," Jasper suggested, already seated in the car.
His voice sounded a bit tired and betrayed as he had a few too many cocktails at the club. He hadn't protested when I, as his older and responsible sister, had suggested that I would drive us home.
"She came out right behind us, didn't she?" I asked him while trying to look over and around the cars that were parked in a chaotic way on the field that served as the club's parking space.
"Yes, but she was not alone. I guess she has to say goodnight to the last guy she was dancing with," Jasper responded with his eyes closed.
"Jeez, I hope she doesn't get too worked up," I said to no one in particular.
"Marisa!!" I yelled again.
Suddenly, I saw movement behind a car parked somewhere in the middle. Two figures emerged and I could see their black silhouettes against the lights of the club, kissing each other one more time before they stepped away and came walking towards us.
I looked at Marisa, the way she walked so confidently as if she had achieved her goal and she probably had. I admired the long strides she made, long and tall like everything she was. Long legs, a slender body, long arms and neck and long blond hair that dropped almost all the way to the top of her tight, round bum. Even her face could be described as long, with her straight nose and her long eyelashes but next to the beauty of it all, it was a young, friendly face with an open, lively expression.
Her skinny pants only emphasised the length of her legs and the thin fabric of her cotton top couldn't hide her breasts dropping to midway down her body. It wasn't meant to hide a lot, I thought, and her perspiration from dancing the whole night made her top even more transparent and her nipples clearly visible.
"Sorry, Laura," she smiled while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, suggesting she had to clean herself from spilled residue after taking too much to swallow.
"I just had to say goodnight in a decent manner. He was too cute, didn't you think?" she said while opening the door of the car.
"Which one?" I asked with a short laugh.
Marisa had been attracting a few very cute boys during the evening and I just wondered which one she saw best to say goodnight to.
"Was he a good kisser?" I asked smiling. She smiled back at me.
"We didn't kiss," was her short reply and she stepped inside the car.
"You?! What?" I said, unbelieving she would have blown a guy she just met an hour ago.
"Yes. I did."
"No, I didn't. I was just joking but I would have, if he had asked!" she laughed.
I got in the car myself and looked at Jasper next to me. He sat slumped in the front seat and stared, expressionless, outside.
"Hey! Are you still with us?" I asked while driving the car out of the parking space.
"Sure," he replied but didn't react like he wanted to.
In the rear-view mirror I could see Marisa's face, slumped against the back seat of the car.
"Who was the lucky one? The one with the moustache? Or the body-builder?" Jasper asked, sounding a bit jealous.
"The one with the banana in his pocket but you know I love you too, Jasper. Both of you. You know that, don't you?" she said in a girly voice, pursing her lips, teasing him back.
"You could have saved at least one dance for me," Jasper said, playing as if very disappointed.
"I'll dance with you when we get home, I promise," was her playful reaction and she rummaged her hand through his hair.
"We'll see. I promised Laura the last dance."
"Mmm, then maybe I can join you?" she asked back.
"So, should we allow her to join us?" Jasper asked me.
"Sure, she knows how to dance, so why not?" I answered while trying to keep my attention on the road.
The road was dark and winding, with only our headlights shining the way as we climbed these seaside hills and sometimes we could see the sea below us. The reflection of the moon, high above us, made a big silver platter on the surface of the sea. The moon made the ridges of the hills in front of us an even darker area than the dark blue of the night-sky, with its thousands of stars.
Across some hills, but still along the coast, was the villa our parents had rented for the holidays. Just outside of the more crowded areas along this part of the Mediterranean coast, the villa was situated on the hills from where one could see the blue sea below. A small, winding path connected the end of the street to a small cave where we could swim.
The villas were mostly old buildings, local houses, which had been renovated for the tourists that were looking for a more authentic place to stay. We all had arrived the day before yesterday, late in the evening.
This meant that our family of four, and the family of mom's sister, with Marisa as their only child. A child that had blossomed into a stunning, tall young girl of nineteen years old, four years between me and her and five years between her and Jasper. Typically, an only-child who was used to being the focus of attention, her looks had only enhanced this through all the attraction that it evoked.
Yesterday had been a day to sleep, rest and unpack our bags. We had driven to the supermarket for food and drinks and had a nice dinner in a local restaurant in the village nearby. After dinner, around midnight, we had decided to visit a popular club whose ads seemed to be everywhere. We didn't change into any other clothes...my little black dress was ok for most tenures and Marisa could've dressed in anything and still would have passed any door bitch of whatever popular club.
The club was not only the most popular club around but was, more or less, the only one and the atmosphere and the people were happy and good looking. It turned out to be the club that was frequented by the kids of the locals who had their second house in the area, outside the large city nearby and near the seaside. So, the crowd was nice, more local during this time of the summer, before the real August madness would start.
