A TEEN DRAMA OUT OF NOWHERE
Sofia felt her best friend's hand brush her arm as they sat on the sun loungers and watched her stepfather, Owen Jackson, slick the water off his skin. The azure-blue water of the pool now like a mirror, the surface creating the optical illusion that it was part of the sea beyond, Tampa Bay. Harper had been invited to stay over the weekend at the family's luxurious beachside home, Sofia knowing that their friendship was now to be thought of as an important prop for her and that she hoped would take the strain off Owen.
The bond with him was getting tighter and she knew that Owen was glad to have her company, even if it was in unspoken ways. Her mother, Susan, was again in hospital suffering from the debilitating after-effects of having had chemotherapy for a cancer that was now said to be in remission. There was no knowing if this was truly the case, but her mom now looked weakened and cowed by all that she had gone through, and the treatment had taken its toll on her undoubted beauty.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Harper asked. "Your dad..."
"My stepfather, you mean...Owen's my stepfather," Sofia corrected.
"Yeah, I mean him. He sure looks good despite what you two are going through. Those coral red swim briefs don't leave me much to imagine... surprisingly, he keeps it all in."
"Behave," Sofia laughed softly but she knew what her friend meant only too well. She shouldn't be thinking of Owen in the way that Harper's remark had provoked.
Her mom had once called Owen 'Big Dick Jackson" and the tanned and fit man they each looked at sure looked good for a guy of his age. She and her parents had always gone swimming together whenever the opportunity arose and that explained Owen's strong and still lean physique.
Sofia watched her, out of the corners of her eyes, as Harper kept her gaze fixed on Owen. Even with her mother around, she would often watch him, as she did now, and as Owen stood at the edge of the pool, at the deep end, and then dove in. He would swim underwater until he got to the steps and break the surface, whooping at his success.
She understood Harper's engagement with him. She had those feelings too, but had always kept them to herself.
"Phew!" Owen laughed as he stood up and slicked back his receding sandy blonde hair and began to stride up the steps and towards them, grabbing a towel, as he went, off the glass-topped table where they often gathered for a barbecued meal that he always took pride in preparing.
"Yeah, phew," Harper muttered and sat up to gaze at him as Owen looked their way. Sofia saw how her breasts sagged, scarcely held in the triangular cups of her bikini top. Her friend was flaunting herself and it made her uneasy. "I'm sure glad that you asked me to stay."
Sofia stroked Harper's leg to draw her attention away from him. "I know what you're thinking...that you're into him. Well, are you?"
Harper shrugged and gave a knowing smile.
"Even if I was, I'm not sure I could take him. He's got more than the guys we've gone with or know." Owen's swimming briefs shaped him and were inadequate for what she could only imagine lay under that synthetic fabric.
"I've not gone there yet."
Sofia knew about her promiscuous friend's ways, if only second-hand, but she made no secret of liking the guys in college and whom they hung out with. The ways things were at home had kept her out of the loop for some time and she never confessed how it was, even to her closest friend, that she had not gone all the way with any guy.
"We'll go in soon, "she told him as Owen came to stand by her side.
"Do that. It's cooler than sitting around out here for too long." They had decided to watch him as they sat on sun loungers, their bodies glistening with sunblock, and now they gazed at him as Owen dried himself off vigorously before throwing the towel over the back of another sun lounger some distance away from where they were seated. "I made some lemonade earlier, before you two came back. I'll go get that and some glasses, shall I?"
"That would be great, Dad, thanks." Taken by his consideration for them, Sofia held out a hand and he took it for a moment. "We'll go for a swim now...we didn't want to get in the way."
"You're never in the way, darling...oh, I'll also bring some veggie snacks and fruit sticks. I haven't thought about supper so that will have to do."
Owen met Sofia's look as she sat up on the lounger and then turned to face him, a moment's smile on her glossed lips, her Y bikini briefs stretched tight, and her breasts scarcely covered by the cups of her altered neck top. His horny feelings were already on a hair trigger given the way life had become with Susan; she was in the hospital and the moments of affection shared with Sofia, and with Harper so scantily covered, made those feelings difficult to control.
Sofia is wearing a sky-blue bikini that is more modest but reveals her young woman's curves and slender body, and that closely matches her eyes. A darker dyed streak in the fringe of her wavy blonde hair makes Sofia look rebellious even if that is not truly in her character.
On the other hand, he's already met the flirtatious, brazen, look of Harper who is wearing a skimpy red bikini that leaves very little for him to imagine. Her skin is deeply tanned, only heightening the contrast with her unkempt, wild, straw blonde hair.
Where Sofia's is neatly combed and fastened, Harper's is altogether wilder and perhaps is a sign of a rebellious streak in the young woman that holds his attention.
He glimpsed the young women stroll over the terrace before they sat down on the loungers, two slender and long-legged young beauties, but Harper was the one to flaunt her looks.
"Well," he laughs as if embarrassed to have gazed too long at each of them. "I'll get the drinks and snacks..."
"And we'll be here to share them when you get back!" Harper calls after him.
He doesn't look around, but waves in acknowledgment of what she has said.
How are the hours going to play out given the way that he's feeling right now? Entrancing Harper is young, but she has a sultry and knowing look in her eyes that suggests she's not as innocent as Sofia. The way he's feeling right now, he'd sure like to lie between those smooth and slender legs and kiss the young woman's firm breasts, to feel and taste the moist heat of her pussy that he had seen covered by a thin triangular slip of cloth hat she tugged tight as she flirted with him. Yeah, he'd like to tongue her and have Harper take what she could of him. He'd known what she had been gazing at as he strode towards them before towing off.
"Things could get complicated if I give in to what I'm feeling," he muttered as wayward fantasies of claiming Sofia's friend took hold.
The cool interior of the house and the moments away from the young woman, as he got the jug of lemonade out of the fridge and put three beakers on the tray, might snap him out of his horny thoughts. Susan had often put up with a great deal when he was in this kind of mood, but he'd never been tempted to stray.
Sofia's presence might put a brake on all that he felt, but that might make his situation more challenging.
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Susan would wonder about his loss of control during the hours of the late afternoon that had been spent playing pool games and before a take-out supper of pizza and salad had been shared, the three of them seated outside as the flares set into their holders kept the night bugs and mosquitoes at bay.
He'd taken his time showering and washing the smell of chlorine out of his hair, and off his skin as those activities were remembered; him frolicking with two young women, one of whom sure wound his clock real tight.
He'd stood in the shower with the water turned to almost ice cold as he sought to quell the nagging ache in his groin and belly, the knot of longing for that Harper girl as he remembered seeing how her bikini slip, little more than a G-string, had ridden up as she walked up the steps from the pool and he'd feasted on the sight of her stunning young body, the wet fabric like a second skin and shaping her breasts, her buttocks so tight and everything that she did impossible for him to ignore.
He'd seen Sofia talking to her, laughing occasionally as something was said in reply, and he'd taken to wondering if Harper knew the effect that she was having on him; that they might be in on a little game to be played out as far as they dared.
"If only they knew, and that Harper especially," he had muttered and grabbed for his cock as he felt it grow and images of him feasting on that young body had drifted before his eyes. Harper had finally let him in and the images of them together fucking had ended in the explosive release of cum, his penis jerking and him finding it difficult to aim his shaft at the drain.
And now he's in the large bedroom that he shares with Susan and he's finding it difficult to settle. He feels not the least bit tired but so goddamn horny that he grabs his laptop and surfs for a site he sometimes visits, more so now that Susan's not at home with them and particularly in his bed. 'School girl fun' he's entered in the search box and the choices that are shown, the images, fan the flames of his scarcely suppressed hunger.
The minutes slip by, and what he watches keeps him in thrall, the headphones that he has chosen to put on a barrier to any other sounds than the couple rutting so furiously on the mats by a swimming pool, not unlike the one he and the girls fooled around in before supper.
He's jolted back to awareness on feeling the touch of a soft hand on his neck.
"What the fuck...Harper! Oh Jeez!" He swore an obscenity out of shock, not out of habit.
She's there before him. Harper's broken into his room, and he shoves back the chair as he tugs away the headphones. He gazes at her and groans, in dismay, as Harper shoves her pyjama shorts down her slender legs and onto the bedroom floor. She soon has one hand buried between her legs and is seen stroking it over her mound, her slit marked by a band of golden-brown hair.
"I'm feeling just like that girl you're watching getting laid," she smiles, a teasing look to be seen in her eyes, as her fingers keep working. "I could be ready for some of that...what you're watching, Owen...if you are."
The tilt of her head and suggestive smile, as she looks at him, keep him on edge.
"Go...we won't let this go further!" Owen stands up and he's intent on controlling what is happening, his bulk dwarfing her. And yet, Harper's brazen ways are getting through to him. What was seen in the porn film is now being made ragingly real in his bedroom. "Are you sure Sofia's asleep and doesn't know that you're here?"
"Yeah, I'm sure..."
He is stunned into silence when she takes her hand from between her legs and raises it to her mouth before she swirls her tongue over her glistening fingers and licks them clean.
