Sunny Par

Toby rolled out of bed, threw the sheets off, and looked.

He saw no trace of the sunburn that had plagued him for the last few days. Sure, it had been nice when Dolly, or Sin, or Gloria, had rubbed aloe all over his cock, but it had been frustrating, too. He hadn't even felt like he could jerk off. Even getting turned on had hurt, which is why the aloe treatments had been sweet torture. The soft cool aloe, the feel of a woman's hand, and then it would start to get uncomfortable. If he didn't know better, he would have suspected the women of intentionally edging him to teach him a lesson.

Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he knew better.

But today was going to be a better day. He reached for his cock, not really wanting to put off satisfaction a moment longer. Sweet relief was close.

He heard a rat-tat-tat. Gloria, across the way, dressed in nothing but a bra and shorts. Well, that was inspiring. He stroked his cock some more, enjoying the thought that she was watching him as he was watching her. But she was signaling him. Oh, right, breakfast. It was his turn to bring milk and cereal.

Well, there were no adverse medical effects from blue balls, or at least so Dolly had told him, and breakfast would not last forever. He put on a pair of shorts, and a T-shirt, and got the things from the kitchen.

Gloria was already at the table when he arrived.

"You didn't bring the aloe," she said.

His hands were full of bowls, boxes, and a carton of milk. He set them down on the table. He could go get it - just to feel Gloria's hands. But he'd had quite enough of almost-but-not-quite having an orgasm for a while, as beautiful as Gloria was. She was skilled, too, he thought, although he didn't have a lot of basis for comparison, but he had a feeling that skill extended to stopping at just the right, or wrong, moment as well.

"I'm all better," he said.

"Aww," Gloria said. "I was kind of enjoying our morning ritual."

"Me too," Toby said, feeling it was true, even if only half the truth.

Gloria moved over to him, and he wrapped his arms around her to give her a kiss. She cupped his crotch. "For a moment I thought you were going to rub one out without me there."

"Um," said Toby. It hadn't been embarrassing then, but it was now. He ran his hands over her breasts and kissed her again. A couple of weeks ago, he'd been a virgin. Now, despite his brief enforced celibacy, he had plenty of opportunities to touch gorgeous women.

"Free tonight?" Gloria whispered, and nibbled on his ear.

"Yes," he said. Two weeks ago, he wouldn't have qualified that, not to a beautiful redhead like Gloria. Now, he added, cautiously, "what did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I thought you would come over to my place, we'd have a bottle of wine, and then -"

"And then?" He wasn't in the mood for more frustration.

"And then we'll fuck like bunnies until you wear you out. Holy Guacamole!" She looked over his shoulder, her eyes wide.

"What?" he asked. "And I accept, if you're serious."

"Of course I'm serious. When have I ever not been serious? I told you'd I'd want to fuck you some day, just that I wanted to wait. Well, your hot red pecker problem has made me feel like I was the one being denied, rather than you. And that just won't do. But enough about us. Turn around!"

Toby turned, and then stared.

Faith stood there, the skimpiest outfit he'd seen her in, consisting of short-shorts and a crop-top T-shirt with the word "Wanna Ride?" emblazoned on it. He had seen the outfit before, just not on his cousin. "

Midnight Taxi Girls

," he said, under his breath. He had watched the film with Faith. Watching a porno with his cousin had been awkward as hell, and kinda hot, too.

"Hot red pecker problem," Faith repeated. "I like that."

"That's because you weren't experiencing it," Toby retorted.

"Nice outfit, Faith," Gloria said.

"Thanks, Gloria." Faith looked around. "When's Bill joining us?"

"Soon, I hope, because he's on for the orange juice."

"Well, okay. What are you staring at, Toby Brown?" Faith put her hands on her hips.

Oh, fuck it, Toby thought. "Your chest."

"Pervert."

"Well, I was reading the words." Should he tell her that the shirt was so tight he could tell exactly where her nipples were? But he didn't really want her to take it off - well, if she just took it off, that would be fine, but he didn't want to spook her into putting on something more, because he liked his view. Even if it meant more arousal without satisfaction.

"Two words, Toby Brown. You were staring for longer than that."

"I was just wondering how you're going to take it if someone says, 'yes, please.'"

"I don't intend to wear this all day. This is just for breakfast. Ooh, you got Lucky Charms."

"Got them for you," Toby said. Did she even still like them?

"Sweets for the sweet," she said, and poured herself a big bowl. Apparently the answer was yes. "Thank you, Toby. You too, Gloria?"

"Um, no, I need to watch my figure more than that," Gloria said. "A bit too sweet for this sweet. Toby and I have a date for tonight."

"Oh?" Faith said, without enthusiasm. "That's nice."

"My place," Gloria said. "In case you wanted to know which window to look out of."

Faith blushed. "I'm not a perv like some," she said.

"Yes, Faith," Toby said. "Yes, you are."

"Look, here comes Bill with the orange juice!" Faith leapt up from her chair.

Bill carried the orange juice in front of him a bit like a shield, thought Toby. The lawyer kept the pitcher between him and Faith. But he also couldn't quite keep his eyes off her, with the result that he bumped the table and the Lucky Charms sloshed, spilling dyed milk onto Toby's shorts.

"I knew we'd make those wet at breakfast one of these times," Gloria said. "Best put your eyes back in your head and put the orange juice down before you spill that, too."

Bill put the pitcher down. 0.1 seconds later Faith wrapped her arms around him, pressed her chest into his, and gave him a big kiss.

"Hi Faith," Bill said. "Er, glad you're getting into the Sunny Park spirit."

"Well, yes, and I'm so glad you got me to come here. I've met such interesting men here." Faith arched her back, thrusting out her chest even more.

"Oh, um, well, that's nice." Bill jerked his gaze upward. "You know, some of those interesting men might think those words constituted some kind of offer."

"Well," Faith said, "most of them would be wrong. But I'd give you a ride, any time." She batted her eye lashes.

Bill swallowed.

"Of course," Faith added, "you have your own car, anyway, and it's much nicer than mine."

"But the gas mileage," Gloria interjected, "the gas mileage on that thing must be horrible. Think of the planet!"

Faith turned. "You're just jealous of his big car, with its big, powerful engine."

"Sure," Gloria admitted. "Who wouldn't be?"

Faith pulled her fangs in, disarmed by Gloria's easy admission. She turned to Bill, and flashed her biggest smile at him, while he poured his cereal with the concentration of a jewel cutter.

Toby couldn't help but wonder if Faith knew how obvious she was being. And Bill, equally obviously, was attracted to her. There was the bulge in his tailored trousers after Faith's passionate embrace, and the fact that his eyes kept darting to Faith's chest and ass. It wasn't as if Sunny Park didn't present plenty of opportunity to see beautiful female bodies, often with less clothing than Faith wore, so that couldn't be his standard reaction to seeing a woman with a nice figure.

The obvious answer was that he was drawn by Faith's resemblance to Maggie Love, accentuated by her wearing costumes from Aunt Meg's movies. He'd sent her the one dress to wear, after all. But now he seemed to be holding back, despite Faith's obvious interest. Age gap? Or perhaps physical desire wasn't enough in light of Faith's personality.

One thing he'd learned in Sunny Park is it didn't make sense to hold yourself back from what you wanted, if it didn't hurt anyone else.

"I love the way you focus in on the things you do," Faith told Bill, scooting her chair closer and putting a hand on his arm.

"It's a zen thing," said Bill, not looking up.

"Like when you look at my chest. It's very different from the way Toby does it."

Bill cleared his throat. "Toby! I hardly greeted you. How's Sunny Park treating you?"

"Very well, thank you." Except for the sunburn, but that was on its way to being just a memory, and he could see the funny side of it.

"What are you up to today?"

"Well, Gloria and I have a date this evening," Toby said. He wouldn't normally blab, but given that Gloria's bedroom had no curtains, and was right across from Bill's, it was hardly a secret. "And I thought I might go to the beach this afternoon."

"Toby, darling," Gloria said, touching his hand lightly.

"Yes, Gloria, honey," Toby replied, figuring if she could call him darling he could call her something in return.

"If you burn your penis again before our date, and that affects the date in any way, I'm going to lace your aloe vera lotion with hot peppers."

Faith giggled. "That's evil," she said. "Not judging, though."

Toby shook his head. He had worse things to worry about than Faith, for Gloria was either an amazing actress, or was dead serious.

Amazing actress, surely.

"Better not forget the sunscreen," Bill said.

"So, Bill, are

you

free tonight?" Faith asked.

Bill hesitated. "Um, no. I have a date."

"Ah, one you can't get out of."

"One I wouldn't want to get out of. She's, um, very hot. And in any case, I don't cancel appointments or dates without very good reason."

Faith smiled. "That's one of the things I love about you, Bill." She managed to turn to him in such a way that her breast brushed against his arm.

Bill turned a little pink and started shoveling his Cheerios down rapidly. "Well, have to run. I've got an important phone call at," he started, breaking off to look at his watch. "8:40. Have to run. Hope you all have a lovely day - no, Faith, no time for a kiss goodbye." He headed back to his house with purposeful strides. Toby wondered if he'd have run except that it would look undignified.

"Must be a very important phone call," Faith said. "He is, after all, a rather important man." She scooped up some colored marshmallows from the pool of colored milk left in her bowl. "Either that, or he's avoiding me."

It was important, with Faith, not to confuse ignorance or even willful delusion with stupidity, thought Toby.

Heedful of Gloria's warning, he left soon after, while the sun was still not too high in the sky and carried a bottle of SPF 70 in his hand to the beach. He considered that it might be best just to keep his shorts on, but he realized halfway down that they had an odd stain on them from Faith's colored marshmallows. Besides, he had a promise he wanted to collect.

There were several people on the beach, but Toby was most interested in Carla and Abby, who were playing topless volleyball. He stripped off his shirt, applied sunblock in the shade, and walked over to watch. Abby had short brown hair, a deep tan, perky tits, and long bronze legs. Carla had blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, was a bit chunkier, and had large breasts that bounced mesmerizingly as she played. Carla was the better player, but not by a lot. Both girls waved over at him, but then focused on the game.

It was a lot better than watching tennis.

The moment Carla won, 15-11, the two girls walked over to Toby. "So," Abby said, "want a three-way?"

"Um," said Toby.

"She means volleyball, two against one," Clara said. "I think. You're all healed?"

"Just let him answer the question," said Abby.

"Yes to the three way." Even if she just meant volleyball, but especially if she didn't. "All healed, but I do need some lotion, and Clara, you offered..."

"Oh, yes," Clara said. "A Sunny Park beach tradition. Off with the shorts and give me the lotion."

"This'll take a while," said Abby. "I'll go refill our water bottles." She grabbed Clara's, and headed up to the boardwalk as Toby pulled off his shorts.

"But he said he wanted a three way!" Carla yelled.

"I meant volleyball!" Abby shouted over her shoulder.

Carla wasted no time in pouring some lotion into her hands. She knelt on the ground and started rubbing it all over his cock. "Most important part first, right?" she asked. "Mmm, it's responding nicely. Easier to get it all when it's nice and hard."

Toby couldn't help it. Carla had fantastic tits, and besides, he'd been thinking about this moment ever since she'd chided him for not asking her to put lotion on him when he got burnt the last time.

She gave his cock a little pat. "You just stay like that. Keep your eyes on my tits, Toby. I know you like them." She poured more lotion onto her hands and spread it around his hips and upper thighs. He had a rather clear tan line that let her know what hadn't been covered, and she paid a lot of attention to his ass, which brought her face very close to his jutting cock.

"You know, I really don't want what happened last time to happen again," Carla said, reaching for the sunblock again.

Toby thought she meant to close the lid. She'd certainly gotten all the spots, including some places where the sun famously was unlikely to shine. But instead she dolloped more sunblock out.

"Yes," said Carla. "For your first time, we need to make very sure that the lotion is thoroughly rubbed in." She closed her hand around the shaft of his cock, and started rubbing. "Is that okay, Toby?"

Toby nodded. "It's, um, very okay."

Suddenly, he felt a well-toned female body pressed up against his. "Is she doing a good job, Toby?" asked Abby.

"Uh-huh."

"Give me the lotion, Carla. I want to make sure you did a good job with his balls. You don't mind, do you, Toby? I'll be very gentle."

"I enthusiastically consent," Toby said.

"Good, because I changed my mind about the three way."

Carla kept stroking, looking up at him. Abby reached around and played with his balls and the sensitive spot just below them.

"You know she's not going to stop until you lotion up her tits," Abby told him.

"That's right," Carla said.

"Hand me the sunblock," Toby said, not sure how he was going to get her breasts if she didn't stop.

"Not that kind of lotion," Carla said. "I got sunblock on. I want your own special blend."

"Oh," Toby said.

Carla sped up the motion of her hand, her well lubed hand gliding smoothly over his shaft despite her increasingly tight grip. "Give it to me, Toby. Everyone can see."

It didn't take long. "I'm close," he warned, just in case Carla wasn't serious.

"On my tits, Toby," Carla said.

"All over them," Abby encouraged.

He couldn't take anymore, and the cum he'd stored up for days jetted out, soaking Carla's big boobs. He kept coming, and coming, staring at her tits and thinking how they looked even better with his white seed dripping down them.

"Wow! What a load!" Carla said.

"Either he's been saving it up, or he's just naturally, um, productive," Abby said.

Clara stood up and turned up her lips for a kiss. Toby bent over to kiss her, as Abby stepped back.

"Thank you, Toby," Carla said. "Now then, Volleyball. Boy against the girls, like usual?"

"Sounds good to me," Abby said.

Toby didn't protest as the two girls ran to one side of the net. They seemed to play every day, and he suspected either could beat him one on one without much trouble. But he'd get better.

The view of Carla's painted tits bouncing was pretty distracting, too. He got clobbered. After the first game the girls offered to switch up sides, with Carla taking on Abby and Toby, but Toby begged off. "I don't want to be out in the sun too long the first day back," he said.

Carla pouted, but admitted that was probably smart. "But you'll be back again soon?"

"Absolutely. And thank you both for the lovely time."

He tugged his shorts back on, back to the girls so they couldn't see the marshmallow stain, and then walked back up to the boardwalk. The girls were already back to their game, and Carla's tits glistened in the sun as they bounced.

"I can't figure him out!" Faith complained to Amber over the phone.

"He's got strong mixed feelings," Bill's secretary told Faith. "Trust me. He came back from breakfast all flustered."

"Did he really have a phone call at 8:40?"

"Faith," Amber said. "I'm his confidential secretary."

Amber had rather interesting ideas of what was confidential and what wasn't, but Faith knew that if she mentioned that Amber would be less forthcoming, rather than more.

"What did you do to get him so worked up?" Amber asked.

"I dressed up in Maggie Love's outfit from

Midnight Taxi Girls

. And I might have flirted a bit."

"He was in love with your Aunt Maggie, you know," Amber said. "He'd do anything for her. He didn't know her when she looked like you, but I'm sure he's seen that movie. No wonder you threw him for a loop!"

"Do you think I should go for another date with Jack, to make him jealous?" Faith asked.

"You should go on a date with Jack if you want to go out with Jack," Amber said. "And if it makes him jealous, that's fine, but don't just kiss Jack to get at Bill."

"I like kissing Jack," Faith said defensively.

"I've found it's best in Sunny Park not to put your eggs in one basket. People you're attracted to may want to be with you, but they don't want to be with just you when there are so many other options."

Sunny Park was very different from the world she'd been raised to expect. But even her mother had said, at least once, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Faith doubted very much that she would apply that to the goings on at Sunny Park, but still. "Alright, Amber."

"So date whatever guy - or girl - you want to date, and enjoy it. The more into it you are, the more likely Bill is to get jealous, anyway."

"I couldn't date a girl. That wouldn't be right."

"Wouldn't it? I saw you kissing Sin, and you seemed to enjoy kissing me."

"That was for practice, and to make Bill jealous."

"Ah," Amber said. "Well, in any case, if you have other men or women you see, then Bill's not going to think you'll be clingy, or that he's corrupting the innocent."

"Better that he think I'm already corrupted?"

"I suppose you could look at it that way," Amber conceded. "Oh, and did you get the mail today yet?"

"Haven't looked, why?" Almost everything she got was for Aunt Margaret, anyway. There might be something in there that she should bring to Bill, as executor of the estate, which would be an excuse to go visit him.

"Oh, there might be something in there for you. There was for me."

"Now you have me curious. Talk later?"

"Sure, Faith. And good luck."

Faith changed her clothes. She didn't intend to walk around Sunny Park looking like a slutty taxi driver. She put on a bra, a polo shirt, panties, and shorts. Not too prudish, nothing that would stand out as not fitting in, but she wouldn't be flaunting herself for everyone, even if it would help convince Bill that she was "already corrupted."

Then she walked out to the mailbox, which was on the street, to check her mail. There were several items, so she brought them back. There was some junk mail, addressed to Aunt Margaret but hardly the sort of thing Bill wanted to see, and two almost identical envelopes with elegant gold script on them.

The Worshipful Company of Fellatrices, they said on the return address. A Livery Company. London, England, EC1A. It looked so very British. It might, Faith reflected, be worth her hundred dollar donation just to get the envelope. And maybe she would find out what a fellatrice - fellatrix - was? It would probably turn out to be something no one did anymore, really, like masons mostly didn't have a clue about stone.