Dear Readers: For better story clarity, I strongly recommend reading "The French Connection" and "Caribbean Duet" the first 2 installments in the series.
Cindy's Sapphic Adventures: Miami Heat
Late Saturday night found Ben and me in our usual spot, the bed. After dinner and a movie, we spent time at the local pub and knocked back a few. Ben was feeling pretty good.
"Hey Cin, pull my finger" Ben asked in an overly amused voice and offered me his index finger.
"Why, so you can fart?" I remarked sarcastically.
"Nah, I wouldn't do that" he said with fake sincerity.
"If you fart Ben, no sex for a month" I said with all seriousness trying to grab his finger.
"You're kidding?" he questioned in a flabbergasted tone and pulled his finger back.
"Try me" I said defiantly.
"No sex of any kind?" he asked with an incredulous voice.
"That's right. No hand manipulation, no oral and oh yes! No Sapphic adventure stories" I said with conviction.
Ben's complexion turned ghostly white. A month without sex was an eternity to him.
"And, if I find out your masturbating, I'll extend it another month." I said with vehemence. I detested displays of male sophomoric behavior especially when it came to bodily functions. Now Ben had a sheepish expression on his face and looked like a little boy who lost his puppy dog. Although it tugged on my heart strings, I was serious about my threats.
"Ok Cin. You win. He said in a deflated voice.
"That's better." I said very maturely.
"Will you tell me a story?" he said in that little boy voice that affects me every time.
"I don't think so!" I spat the words in anger.
"Pretty please with sugar on it?" God, I loved it when he begged me for something.
"I'll think about it" I stated with not much conviction.
Ben got on his knees in front of me in a gesture of total supplication and tenderly kissed up my thighs to my pussy. He was a devoted pussy hound and frequently ate me. But, it wasn't necessary this time.
"Ok, you convinced me" I said in a fake deflated voice.
"Which story do you want to hear?" I asked in world weary way.
"The one about the guy and his sister" He said in a perky voice.
"That's very descriptive Ben" I said in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
"You know, ah...I think his name was Lenny or Lee" he stated in a panicky way.
I let out a deep sigh and gave Ben a withering look.
"Are you sure?" I questioned.
"Yeah, I mean yes" he said with glee.
The summer after college graduation I received an email from my friend April asking if I wanted to life guard at a local resort swimming pool. Apparently they were short handed and needed help badly. I usually worked during summer breaks from college because I preferred having my own money for clothes and other necessities.
The resort was affiliated with a nationally known hotel chain and was busy year round. Many of the tourists, especially children, took advantage of the free swimming lessons. The landscaping around the enormous pool complex was abundant with shade palm trees, a must in the hot and sticky Miami summers. In addition to the pool were various water slides and a lazy river tube ride.
The next day I reported for work and spent two hours in orientation learning the layout. Another two hours was devoted to the proper treatment of guests and their families.
Finally, when I took my place on the lifeguard stand at the main pool, I saw a familiar face on the opposite side. I hadn't seen Lee since high school graduation at Saint Bernard's Prep and his physical appearance had changed.
When he saw me he waved. We stayed in touch with each other after high school and I remembered his recent email where he mentioned dating April. For the next two hours I kept stealing glances at Lee, hoping he wouldn't notice.
When the relief lifeguard took my place, I met Lee at the refreshment stand. He was happy to see me and we talked about our high school days when we were as close as two people can be without having sex. Lee had a crush on me in high school but never asked me out. He was overweight but now he had a lean and muscular look.
"I was surprised when I saw your name on the lifeguard roster yesterday" he said bashfully.
When I mentioned to Lee that April neglected to tell me he was a lifeguard, he said she was the jealous type and was aware that we were close friends in high school. With April in the picture, I had visions of a long dry sexless summer. She was a tall full bodied blonde with large boobs and looked stunning in her red Speedo one piece.
"And, look at you, why... you look GREAT!" I exclaimed. Lee blushed.
When I asked about Lee's weight loss and transformation, he explained that after high school he went on a diet and exercise regimen at his father's gym and followed it religiously. His arms, back legs and chest had a sculpted look. When he moved his arms, his biceps danced up and down.
For the next week we worked almost identical schedules and it was a treat to watch Lee teach swimming to a group of six year olds. He had a polite and shy demeanor that was attractive. His muscles were inflated but his ego was anything but.
On Saturday I was working the afternoon shift when I saw a hot looking girl walk onto the pool deck. She was pretty with short black hair, olive colored skin and a lean physique with excellent muscle tone. Lee walked over to her and kissed her cheek.
At first I didn't recognize her and while Lee and his "friend" walked over to my lifeguard stand, I did my best to appear disinterested.
"You remember my sister Maria" Lee stated.
When I looked at the pretty and sexy girl that Lee claimed was his sister, I saw the resemblance. Maria was fifteen when I last saw her and she had to be eighteen or nineteen now.
Lee resembled his mother's side of the family with light brown hair and pale complexion but Maria clearly inherited her father's Spanish heritage.
I spent my dinner break reminiscing with Maria and found her to be mature, intelligent and vivacious. She recalled that I always took time to play with her and the Barbie dolls that populated her room. In fact, she had many memories of me that I had forgotten. I laughed when Maria told me she begged Lee and me into taking her to a horror movie at the multiplex and she was so frightened that she hid under the seat. After the movie, she had popcorn, candy and all sorts of debris stuck to her clothes.
"You were so nice to me, like a big sister" Maria stated with conviction
I felt my face blush crimson and I'm sure I had an "Aw shucks" type look on my face.
While Maria was talking, I tried unobtrusively to look her over. She had an athletic look that made my blood boil. When I asked about her fit appearance, she told me her dad suggested boxing and the effects of the training as a great way to keep fit. I recalled that he was an up and coming middleweight when he was injured and forced into early retirement.
Maria offered to give me boxing lessons in her spare time but warned me that the gym her father owned was in a rough part of Miami.
"Not many white girls train there" She remarked in a matter of fact tone.
I accepted her invitation anyway.
The following day I drove to her father's gym in Miami. I was early and shrank against the wall inside the main door because I was intimidated by the atmosphere. There was a dizzying array of apparatus and four separate boxing rings. A cacophony of words and shouts in Spanish and English filled the air. Everyone was totally absorbed in their own little universe.
Two women in the ring closest to me were sparring and I winced when the harder blows landed. I watched with a mixture of fascination and repulsion until a young man named Miguel showed me to the locker room. The overpowering odor of stale sweat, dank clothing and wet leather permeated the air but when I saw Maria, I was visibly relieved.
Maria saw the expression on my face and greeted me warmly. She was dressed in a sports T, shorts and sneakers and I swear she looked like Michelle Rodriguez in "Girl Fight."
In a quieter corner of the gym, Maria guided me thru a long cardio warm up and numerous stomach exercises. She showed me some basic moves and I felt clumsy when I tried to imitate her movements. After about an hour and a half, she called it quits.
Drenched in sweat from the workout and the non air conditioned gym, I was in desperate need of a shower. In the locker room, I stripped out of my damp clothes in front of Maria. She had an amused expression on her face and was removing hers as well.
The hot water on my body felt refreshing and I glanced at Maria. She was showering near a woman whose body had a chiseled look. I tried not to stare but my curiosity got the better of me. She was the same height as Maria and the muscles on her wet body were clearly defined. She caught me staring and I quickly looked away.
The exhilarating effects of the workout stayed with me the rest of the day. However, when I tried getting out of bed the next morning, every muscle in my body was sore and achy.
When Maria saw me walking with stiff movements at work, she chuckled.
