Eddy had a rough time of it that particular winter. The New Year came and she gazed from the window of her dilapidated, white beach house, watching revelers on the sand. She'd been alone since autumn. Her lover ended the relationship when she found someone else. The fact that it was someone from the city, and a man to boot, added to Eddy's despair.
I must've been a seasonal fling for Sylvia. She got tired of the matronly beach pussy and had to get back to her life. Good riddance.
Her heart had become as cold as the icy fog that drifted in from the sea. Night would find Eddy in her bed, tears streaking down her cheeks, torturing her right nipple as she manipulated herself through one orgasm after another, sobbing while she came, as she thought of how Sylvia had beguiled her into thinking she was special.
She was a slick one, that bitch. God, I miss her touch. Goddamn me for still wanting her.
Spring arrived early on the peninsula, as it always did. Eddy had lived in the cove for a little over a year and, like most other residents, had a story to tell. Ron, her ex-husband, caught her sleeping with the neighbor woman. By then, she had developed a drinking problem, trying to cope with a loveless marriage to a harsh, violent man. Her daughter Liz was the only good thing that came out of the union. Still, she needed a loving touch, and her neighbor was more than willing to accommodate.
In those days, being a bi-sexual adultress with a drinking problem was enough to sway a jury to give parental rights to her husband. She became a pariah in the small town, so she fled, eventually arriving at the cove. Still, Eddy thought of Liz constantly and how she must've grown in the time they were apart.
"How's the painting coming along?" David ran his lips along the steaming rim of his blue ceramic mug. Most late mornings, when he wasn't staying in the city, he and Eddy would share a pot of coffee and a few cigarettes.
"Not too bad." Eddy took a drag of her cigarette and exhaled. "Hurt, rage and loneliness, and that fucking muse works magic."
David chuckled. "Then paint a goddamn million of them, sweetheart." He gazed at her with pale, blue eyes. "At least you can sell them when the crowds return."
Eddy didn't respond, but merely nodded, examining her friend. David always wore his garish shirts open to the paunch. A medallion or two hung from his neck, nestled in copious chest hair. A pair of too-short shorts squeezed his pale, hairy thighs and those sandals had seen better days.
Eddy wasn't exactly sure how David made a living, but he owned a few old beach houses in the cove, including hers, plus a curio shop in town. For weeks at a time, he'd disappear to the city, mentioning "his associates" in an almost joking manner. He'd usually return with a young, male companion to keep him company until the relationship wore thin. And it always did. None of that mattered, though. He had been her friend when she desperately needed one.
"Oh, look at that!" David placed his mug down and sat up straight in his wicker chair, peering at a particular stretch of sand below. "And so it begins."
Eddy also watched as a naked young girl trotted across the sand, stopping at the water's edge. She stood still, gazing out at an approaching wave, her smooth, lithe body at attention as her blond hair danced in the morning breeze. She remained motionless until the wave overtook her. Spreading her arms wide, she let the green, foaming water envelop her and push her back to shore.
"God, she's a young one," David remarked, retrieving his mug. "I'm surprised her parents aren't out there to keep tabs."
Eddy watched as the girl picked herself up and repeated the action. The girl's small, pointed breasts jiggled slightly as she luxuriated in the caressing waves. Eddy couldn't help but notice a neat patch of blond floss between her thighs.
Whoever she is, she's a pretty, young thing.
Eddy felt something warm rise in her chest. Could it be ice melting, just a little?
"I'm going to the city for a week or so." David took another sip from his mug. "Business must be attended to."
Sylvia's attention had shifted away from David as she focused on the young girl, frolicking naked, all alone, across the sand. Again, she ran into the waves, arms in the air, getting swept off her feet.
Beautiful child.
"Excuse me?" David leaned over, speaking a little louder.
Eddy broke away from watching the girl, looking at her friend.
"With your associates?" She smirked.
Her moist, dark eyes and thin, expressive lips, the result of her Eastern European heritage, presented an attractive face, albeit more and more careworn these days. Sylvia had abandoned Eddy on her thirty-ninth birthday. That same day, she stopped bothering to color her hair or wear make-up. What did it matter?
David tossed the rest of his coffee over the railing and stood.
"You know, if I didn't like you so much..." His smile conveyed tenderness and adoration.
She reached out to slap his hairy thigh. "Just 'like'?"
"You know you're almost as fucked up as me." He took her hand and kissed it. "Almost."
"This past year, I don't know. I could give you a run for your money."
"Well, stay weird while I'm gone, and paint, or whatever, or..." he nodded toward the girl on the beach. "Make you a new friend."
David had a twinkle in his eye as he spoke.
"Jesus Christ, David," Eddy smirked again, glancing over to the girl. "I'm not a fucking pedophile!"
Now David was on the offensive, and he could be such a provocateur.
"I'm not saying anything, dear." Yes, he was. "But the age of consent in this state is eighteen, so you never know."
"Jesus Christ, David!"
"I'll call you when I get to the city." He patted her shoulder, then leaned over. They kissed briefly. "Stay safe and I hope you have fun." Again, the smile.
"I'll make out," she responded. He laughed out loud. "I mean..." now she was flustered, and could feel the heat rising on her cheeks. "I'll make do."
"You can't wiggle your way out of that one." He turned and walked away. His voice echoed from inside as he opened the front door. "I just want you to be happy!"
By then, Eddy had returned to staring at the girl, who had spread a blanket out on the sand and set up a big umbrella, and was now stretched out with a paperback. Eddy finished her coffee and reached for the binoculars.
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The first day of spring arrived and a few more eager souls populated the beach. Eddy had watched the girl for almost a week, day after day, all by herself, reading one book after another on the beach. She had thoughts of going for a long walk and passing by, perhaps striking up a conversation.
God, she's so young. What am I thinking? She looks to be the same age as Liz!
Eddy made a mental note of how the girl looked very much like her daughter. In spite of that, she allowed her eyes to linger tirelessly on the girl's naked flesh.
Those sweet little tits of hers. Just enough to fit in my mouth, and those beautiful, delicate areolas.
Heat crept up between Eddy's thighs, gently throbbing as she reached down to rub her pussy through the fabric.� � � � � � � � � � � � �
Still, she's not my daughter. God, I need to get my mind off this girl. What a joke, us doing anything sexual, but damn it if she isn't just the cutest thing.
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David gave her an extra set of keys to the curio shop and, since the tourist crowd would be returning before long, Eddy distracted herself by taking a few of her best paintings there in preparation for re-opening the shop. She carefully covered the wood-framed canvasses with pillowcases and placed them in the back seat of her old Volkswagen.
