(ok, since this came up....if you arent following the storyline and just want wild sex, there isnt any in this particular chapter. sorry i write for full involvement, not just to get you a quite orgasm...lol)
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Having woken at five AM, David laid there in bed holding Maria. Her body was warm and entangled around his. He smiled thinking about the wild sex the two had endured throughout most of the night, but his mind kept going back to thoughts of Laura. He wanted to talk to John about the gas problem first thing, though he was sure his friend wouldn't want a call this early.
David slowly untangled himself from Maria, slipped on a pair of jogging shorts and made his way out to the kitchen. He started the coffee and went downstairs to get his paper. He was shocked to see Laura coming out of her house.
"Morning David." She called, smiling as she noticed the red car still parked out front.
"Morning. Why are you up so early?"
"Couldn't sleep, I figured I would take a jog." She was putting in ear buds as she continued out to the main road. Laura waved and then took off.
My God, her ass is nice in those shorts. He watched her continue down the road a bit then headed back up stairs.
Rich Columbian blend filled the house and Maria was there pouring two cups. She slid his over to him; black, "why ruin good coffee," is what he would always say. Maria on the other hand, liked a little coffee with her creamer.
"Why even bother, Maria? It's not coffee once you are done with it." He laughed.
She only sneered at him, took the political section from the paper and sat down at the table.
He once again looked at the clock, still too early to call his friend about the house. He sat across from her and looked for the local section. Both sat quietly sipping coffee and reading the paper. This was the reason why their relationship worked the way it did, and they both were content with it.
When Maria had finished her second cup of coffee she walked over and kissed his forehead, "I'll call you later."
He sat there at the table and watched her disappear down the steps. How could two people that had been so hot for each other last night be so cold to the other's emotions in the daylight.
He looked again at the clock, "Ahh...screw it. I'll just wake him."
David went down to the second floor and into his office. After flipping through the rolodex and finding the number he needed, he picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello?"
"John, it's David. I hope I didn't wake you."
"Nope, been up for an hour. Damn grandbaby is here and that little girl just does not sleep. What's up?"
David told John about the issue with the gas, and that the rental company still had not put up the house sign. John was rather angered and mentioned the contract with that company was up for renewal. He asked if David had any recommendations; David said he would ask around. They talked about the weather and fishing; when John would be back down; what had happened to Janelle.
As David was about to say his goodbyes, John asked, "So is she hot?"
"Who?" David seemed confused.
"The little girl next door."
"My God, John. She is barely old enough to drink!"
"Wasn't the question I asked."
"You're a sick fuck, you know that?"
"I'm gonna take that as a yes."
"Why would that be a yes?"
"Cause if she were fat or ugly, you would have said rather quickly, 'no, she's not my type.' Being defensive means you are guilty of naughty thoughts about a girl that could be your daughter. Wonder if I should come down personally to check on that gas issue."
"Bye John, see you in two months."
Both men laughed as the phones were hung up.
David quickly checked the surf report on his computer, and with a wide smile on his lips, he headed up to change. It had been bad surf for five days straight and today promised to break that cycle.
After changing he grabbed some toast and another quick cup of coffee then back downstairs. He was strapping the boards to the top of his LandRover when he looked up and saw Laura jogging back up the drive. He waved.
"Gonna try the surf again?" She called.
"I'm heading down south. It's breaking great there." He paused for a brief moment, "Want to join me?"
Laura stopped and thought about it. She didn't really know him, but twice now he had been in her house and had done absolutely nothing to show her harm or give her concern. She also had no plans for the day.
"Ummm, ok. Let me change." She darted into the house.
He finished packing the truck and then locked up his house as she came down the steps from hers, bags and beach towels in tow.
"I packed some bread and lunch meats, figuring we would be gone most of the day."
He laughed as he added her things. "You women are always thinking ahead."
He opened her door for her and Laura looked a bit shocked.
"Yes, I know, not a common gesture among younger fellows."
She just smiled as he walked around and climbed in.
They pulled out onto the road and headed south along the beach road. Laura leaned back and looked at all the huge, brightly painted homes. Every year something around here changed; hard to believe that when she first started coming here as a child, there was almost nothing but dunes and a couple of homes, hotels, and even fewer businesses. She remembered driving back to the mainland for the little grocery store. The big four lane by-pass had been fairly new then and was rarely travelled, but now cars honked and weaved and it seemed every license plate was from out of state. They continued on south to the junction, David merged over into the left lane and turned, heading to another isolated island.
"Have you always lived here, David?" Laura broke the silence.
"No. I vacationed here starting in college. Then my wife and I continued to come down several times a year. My kids grew up spending most of their summers here. I am from Hampton originally."
Wow, Laura thought. He had a wife and kids. His kids were probably her age. Was he divorced, widowed? How did he end up here by himself? There was an odd silence as she pondered things.
