Chapter Four: The Beach House
Vika calls me at 7PM and wants to know if she and Amy can come over before 9 like we had agreed. I tell her that's fine. I ask her if she's told Amy anything, and she responds in a whisper that she can't talk at the moment too well, but that I should be ready for a surprise.
Vika's tone had been excited, as if I will like whatever the surprise might be. I get my cameras tuned up and my software and drives ready for the next set of adventures.
They arrive a bit before 7, both wearing knapsacks and wearing typical Florida fashions for giris their age ---- tight lowriding bellbottom pants, shirts cropped to expose bellys and arms, and too much eye makeup.
Well, not really too much, because I love that slutty-little, virgin-whore look that girls affect when the're experimenting with makeup. I'm talking lots of eyeliner, a touch too much mascara and lashes teased to their max. Trying to look older than they really are, but turning out looking like little tarts in need of spankings. Vika has her hair pulled into two long pigtails, braided tight. She knows what I like.
My eyes pour over her little friend. Amy is four inches taller than Vika and much more developed in the bust and hips. Her waist is trim, with no poochy belly or flabby ass. She has dark brown hair and brown eyes, and is tanned dark as an almond.
She looks shyly at me as she scoots by through the kitchen door and joins Vika leaning against a counter opposite me. I smile at the both of them and hold Amy's eyes when we are formally introduced. She holds my gaze with an expression of interest and challenge, her body language saying that she's aware of me as a man, but she doesn't return my smile. She is very cute.
Vika gives her friend a tour of my house while I make some chocolate milkshakes for them and a fruit smoothie for myself. I hear the two of them giggling throughout, and I wonder just how much Amy knows at this point. They both come back into the kitchen, and Vika excuses herself saying she's got to use the bathroom, leaving Amy and I alone together.
Amy boosts herself up onto the counter, watching me as I blend our drinks.
"I'd rather have a beer if you've got one," she says offhandedly. "Milkshakes are for kids."
"In the fridge," I reply without hesitation. "Help yourself."
She hops down and opens the refrigerator, pulling a bottle of Dos Equis Amber from the door and tries to twist the cap off.
"Here," I say, throwing her a bottle opener. "The good beers don't have twist tops."
She catches it deftly and pops off the top like a pro. She spies the trash can standing open next to me and snaps the cap into it with a whizz from 8 feet away.
"Hey, your pretty good at that," I laugh, looking at her.
"I'm good at all kinds of things," she says as she lowers her drink from her lips, running her tongue across them seductively. It's then that I notice that she's wearing braces on her teeth. Probably the reason she doesn't smile is because she's embarrassed about them.
"Come here," I say in a friendly tone, accepting her challenge.
She saunters over and stops right in front of me. I lean down and kiss her, using my hands on her hips to pull her to me. She kisses back, and I can taste the beer as she stuffs her tongue in my mouth. She presses into me, grinding her pelvis against my crotch.
Definitely not a virgin, I laugh to myself. We pull apart simultaneously, both aroused and intrigued. She smiles shyly and I can see that she's as much surprised at herself as she is with me. I'm really digging the braces, but don't say anything about them.
She has long, brown hair, parted down the middle, a broader face and fuller features, with maybe a trace of Italian or maybe Arab, or even American Indian mixed in somewhere a few generations back. I'm inclined to think Italian as I look at her more closely. I like that she lets me stare, and that she's checking me out just as thoroughly.
"I'm glad you're not doing dumb-shit stuff like asking me how I like school," she says, still standing inches away and looking up at me. "I told myself that the instant you did I would be outta here. I'm not some little kid, and I hate being treated like one."
"I didn't suggest that Vika invite you over here so I can treat you like a kid, Amy," I say pointedly. "I don't treat her like one, so I don't intend to treat you like one... but I have been known to give spankings now and again."
She giggles a bit, then looks up and bats her eyes innocently while staring at my lips. We kiss again, and I grab the cheeks of her ass and pull her into me, letting her feel my erection through our pants.
We are still mid-kiss when Vika returns.
"Jeez, you guys!" she exclaims with a laugh. "I leave you alone for a minute and you're all over each other."
I pull the much younger looking Vika to me and kiss her just as deeply as I had her friend, stretching her up on tip-toe while fondling her ass the way I had Amy's. She lets herself go into the kiss, relaxing and getting better every time we do it. It was hard to remember that only three days ago she had been an untouched virgin.
I wonder what Amy's story is. Had one of her mother's boyfriends gotten to her after all? Or is she a wild-child who gives herself to any guy who shows an interest.
I ask Vika if she wants a beer, or perhaps some wine. She shakes her head and asks if I have any vodka. I do, so I bring down a bottle from the cabinet and mix some with a bit of orange and cranberry juices. Not very strong, but enough to loosen her up a bit --- not that she needs it sexually mind you, but perhaps to disclose some hidden tidbits about herself which will inspire Amy to do the same.
I walk out to the living room, turning off this light and that and replacing them with a couple of sconce lights along the walls, casting the room in a warm and relaxing glow. Other soft illumination comes filtering through the leaves of the many lush plants tucked in the corners of the big room.
We all find comfortable seats and sprawl out, watching my 72 inch plasma screen as I run a DVD which was put together by a buddy of mine in California who does screen productions and video editing overdubbed with a kickass soundtrack. It never ceases to amaze. The film is mainly a collage of great surfing, snowboarding and snow skiing, with some skateboarding here and there. Interspersed are incredible scenes from the Grand Canyon and Yosemite and other mind bending vistas. Amy and Vika ooh and ahh and are completely mesmerized.
I bring out another beer and another vodka, making this mix even weaker than the one preceeding it. Into both drinks I've slipped a hit of ecstacy, a mild euphoric drug that lowers inhibitions and makes one feel very erotic. The doses are just enough to have an affect, while not so great as to let the girls know they've been drugged.
When the movie's over, I switch to a videodisc of soft porn, featuring sexy girls in the 18 to 22 year old range doing provocative strip teasing, nude posing, and such. Interspersed are still shots of hot hunky guys, just to keep my company interested. I turn on my mpeg player, pre-programmed with a mix of club music.
I move over onto the couch next to Vika. She snuggles in close, glad that I'm showing her affection, whispering in my ear that she's so ready to fuck that she's about to go crazy. I kiss her and rub her pussy through her pants and then whisper back that she has too many clothes on and that I'd like to see her in just her shirt and panties.