Five minutes after her arrival at the beach house, Karen stepped through the patio doors onto the deck and took a long moment to savor the salty air. The bay spread out beyond the short beach; the ocean was a brief trip away on the other side of the peninsula.
Two weeks,
she sighed.
Two weeks to relax and enjoy life.
A scrape from the adjoining deck drew her attention, and she turned to see a young man pulling a cooler onto his deck. He positioned the cooler and then looked up, catching her eye.
"Hello, new neighbor." He smiled and waved. "I'm Kyle."
"Hi, I'm Karen."
Ten minutes of small talk later, he invited to a barbeque that evening at his house.
***
Karen was usually quiet and reserved in large social gatherings, but dinner was surprisingly relaxing and not at all intimidating. There were around fifteen people. Everyone was nice and breezy, most of them meeting for the first time. She talked to Kyle quite a bit. He was a few years younger than her, still in college, renting the house with friends for the summer while he worked at the beach. With his sandy hair, cute smile, easygoing and funny nature, he seemed every bit the stereotype of a beach bum. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was flirting with her, if only slightly. She tried to flirt back, but her skills in that arena, such as they were, had atrophied after years of disuse.
***
Karen sat on her deck, sipping a glass of wine, reading, daydreaming, and watching the waves roll in. The beach on the bay side was largely deserted, since most of the tourists were on the ocean side. She watched Kyle swim in from the bay, emerging like a sculptured Greek warrior.
I bet he makes the girls swoon.
She allowed herself an idle thought of making out with him. She jerked out of her fantasy when he noticed her and ambled over to say hello. Karen rose from her chair and smiled a greeting. His eyes sparkled as he talked, and soon he joined her on the deck.
"So did you do anything fun today?" he asked.
"Oh, you know, a little shopping."
"Did you get to go in the ocean?"
"No, not today."
"No? Come on, the water's fabulous. You got a hot little bikini in there waiting to get shown off?"
Karen blushed immediately, looking away as she shook her head.
"No? You should buy one. Show off that..." He casually leaned back to look at her bottom. "Tight body."
Karen gasped at his audacity. "Excuse me!" she protested with a grin.
"Yeah," he chuckled.
Something about the way he laughed bothered her. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He turned to her, leaning lightly on the rail.
"It's cool and all; it's just that you don't seem like the hot bikini type. Shame, really."
Karen sputtered in response. It wasn't that he was wrong, but it wasn't that obvious, was it?
"You're on vacation. You should take risks, be a little adventurous."
"I'm adventurous," she protested. "Single girl, all alone in a strange house..."
Kyle's eyes held hers for a moment.
"Sitting on the deck in a big floppy hat, reading a book. Like I said." He shrugged. "It's cool. Not everyone has a wild side."
"I do to have a wild side!"
He looked at her again.
"Tell me the wildest thing you've ever done."
Karen stuttered. "I've done plenty of wild things..."
She stopped as she looked at him. Her mind reeled to come up with just one outrageous story. She had put Suzy's bra in the freezer during a slumber party. She had gotten drunk in college and made out with an equally drunk boy. Was that it?
"It's okay Karen. Not everyone has a wild side. It's just a shame that..." His eyes drifted deliberately down her body. "You've never done anything you're ashamed of."
"Yes I have!" she lied. "I just don't know you well enough to tell you."
Suddenly, he leaned into her private space, pausing for just a moment. She froze and stared at him in surprise, her mind suddenly realizing he was going to kiss her. He closed the final distance between them and her eyes slammed shut as his lips touched hers. His lips slowly parted, and his tongue reached out to find hers as his hand nestled in her back and pulled her close. He tasted salty and alive, his body firm, his kiss hot and passionate. Karen's hand turned between them and pressed lightly on his bare chest. He finally pulled away, leaving her slightly breathless and light headed.
"Do you regret that?"
"No," she whispered.
She glanced into his eyes before blushing and looking away.
French kissing a guy before even a date, well that was kind of wild.
Her eyes drifted longingly back to his lips, his sensual lips, still just inches away. She knew this was wrong. He was way out of her league, but it had been months and months since anyone had touched her like that. As her brain slowly tried to figure out what to do, he took control again and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips parted eagerly. She stiffened as his hand drifted down to cup her bottom. Reason tried to force its way into her head.
She was making out with a guy on a sunlit deck!
But, his kiss seemed to reach right to the places where she was most a woman. She lost herself in the sinful pleasure of kissing a man. When he finally broke their kiss, her knees were so wobbly his firm grip on her butt was all that was holding her up.
His other hand drifted up to pinch her chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulled her face to his. They caught their breath for a moment as they stared into each other's eyes, the unmistakable look of lust on his face. She was ready, ready to do something wild.
The hand that was on her ass slid down and found her thigh, pulling it up and hooking her knee over his elbow. Her thighs spread indecently, and he pressed his crotch directly into hers. Her hips jerked involuntarily. Flashes of pleasure shot through her body. He stared firmly into her eyes as he methodically ground his hardening member against her. A pathetic moan of need escaped from her lips.
"Let's go inside," she whispered.
"I can't," he whispered. "I have to go to work."
"Not even a quicky? You can't leave me like this."
"I don't like rushing things; that's how mistakes get made. I like to take my time and savor the peach." He thrust his hips again. "And your peach feels extra juicy."
"Oh God," she groaned anew.
"I'm sorry, I gotta run. Meet me on my deck tonight at three AM. I'll be back by then."
"Kyle, please..."
He slowly released her and stepped back, adjusting himself in his swim shorts.
"I look forward savoring you later." He smiled. He leaned in and kissed her again. "Maybe, if you want, we can do something you'll regret."
He backed away, eyes still on hers, until he turned and jogged up onto his deck. He smiled at her one last time before ducking into his house. Sanity slowly came back to her as she realized where she was. Her head snapped around to see if anyone was watching, but the beach was as empty as it had been before. Her shorts were soaked both from the outside where his wet swim trunks had pressed against her as well as from the inside. She staggered into her house, her body wild with need, desperate to get off. She glanced at the clock. Three AM was over nine hours away, how could she last that long? She bent over her sofa and took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel his lips and his hands on her.
Karen finally composed herself and tried to come to grips with what just happened. She had been ready to jump into bed with a guy after just one kiss! She had even been the one proposing they go inside. She shook her head at her audacity and checked the clock again. Three AM...the offer was out there. The good girl in her still protested, urged the cautious route. But he had aroused a demon in her, had awoken dormant longings that she had suppressed for far too long. Besides, she was on vacation, no one knew her, no one was going to lord her dalliance over her. Still conflicted, she sat down and made a list.
Reasons to hook up with Kyle:
He's hot
I'm horny
I'm on vacation
I'm not getting any younger
Reasons not to hook up with Kyle:
1. He might be a rapist.
She thought about it for a moment. If he was a rapist, he would have taken her already, right? And she certainly wasn't going to say no, which meant it wasn't going to be rape anyway. She crossed it off the list. She stared at the list for awhile, trying to come up with a good reason not to meet Kyle that night. Finally, she added one.
1. I'll regret it in the morning.
Kyle's words echoed in her head, mocking her that she had never done anything she regretted. She stood and made up her mind, she was going to do it. It was time to doing something she'd regret later.
As three AM approached, Karen checked herself in the mirror one last time. She had spent the last hour primping. A beautiful young woman smiled back from the looking glass, her brown eyes brimming with lust. Her auburn hair fell in waves to her shoulder. Her green cami top hugged her waist and a push-up bra displayed her assets nicely. She had worked hard to build her body over the past nine months since that prick of a boyfriend had left her. Nine months since anyone had touched her, and now her body was on fire. She had showered and shaved everywhere, barely suppressing the urge to masturbate. She had even taken the embarrassing step of buying a pack of condoms, if it was going to come to that, and she hoped it would. She had spent the last few hours in a lust-induced haze filled with images of her and Kyle, of giving blowjobs, of him running his hands all over her, of them making love. The minutes ticked by and finally, she was going to meet her lover.
This is crazy,
she muttered to herself for the thousandth time. She was going let a guy she just met have his way with her.
"Hey," he said from the darkness as she walked up the steps to the deck.
"Hey," she replied, a flock of butterflies in her stomach adding to her agitation.
She stopped in front of him, illuminated only by the moon. He reached out with both hands and took hers.
"I was worried you'd change your mind."
"No..."
"It was tough at work, trying to concentrate, waiting to get home. Man, if you didn't show up, I'd be beating down your door."
"Yeah," she agreed.
Just kiss me already!
"So did you give it any more thought?"
"What?"
