James was a year on from fucking Zoe and he looked at his book grinning. In twelve months he had fucked twelve girls, nine of them virgins. OK most of them were from college, but they were easier to get to in term time. It was now the end of the college year and he wanted something better.
He remembered Zoe and how she had a sister called Carla who. She sounded sort of similar in temperament but a little less Shy. A sweet sexy little body from what he remembered. Now turned eighteen she fitted his fathers guidelines, timid, shy and old enough not to get him into trouble.
He knew where Zoe lived and so went to talk to her as she went to the shops. Zoe didn't want to talk to him but he insisted. "She talked or he talked to her parents" james insisted. Zoe frowned and listened. She hated what he said but had no choice but to do as he asked.
A call came that evening and Zoe said she had set him up with Carla. Zoe remembered the amazing sex and then being moved on. She cried that night, but what could she do? Carla may enjoy it!
He contacted Carla and asked if she wanted to walk on the beach. He had seen her twice, a small figure with long light hazel hair and a nice body. She hated change and was shy if put in a situation she wasn't used to. Zoe had been so good in providing him with the information.
She was two years younger and she accepted, having never been asked out by anyone so far. James walked her to the local beach and talked about several things including interests. He grabbed her arm and smiled, "you had sex yet?"
Carla looked astonished that such a question would come up. But it wasn't the only thing coming up as he got excited. He waited as she blushed bright red.
"Erm... No? You?" She mumbled trying not to look him in the eyes. Her breathing increased, as he let go and replied in a purposeful lie, "no! Not yet!"
Carla looked sexy, tight shorts, T-shirt and ankle socks with her great legs and little waistline.
In truth he had done this walk twelve times and he always got his way. He felt sick he was so excited and saw the rock up ahead. Carla was lighter in weight than the usual girls he dated. The easier ones were shy either because they were ugly or chubby, Carla was only shy if she couldn't control the situation, and James knew he was in control.
Carla was none of those just yet, but soon would be. She was easy to manage when he got to the rock. He jumped on the rock and Carla giggled as she jumped on. Then he tickled her and she started to laugh and tell him to stop. But he wouldn't do that.
"Please!" She giggled "I'll wee myself!"
"You'll have to then!" He laughed as he placed his foot in front of her foot and pushed her into the water.
Splash! and Carla gasped, the water was cold. James said "sorry! You look wet!" And Carla gasped, "It's freezing!" She laughed at him all wet and stood not knowing what to do.
James smiled, "come back to my place and dry off!"
Carla wasn't certain about coming back, nor how he would dry anything off, only that she couldn't stand there wet.
They walked wet back to his detached house and he opened the back door to the kitchen. He knew his father would be making dinner and sure enough he was.
"Oh dear! What happened here!?" Edward chuckled.
"We slipped on a rock and fell in the sea." James said.
His father looked at Carla shivering and wet, "well take her to your bedroom and I'll wash and spin dry them and iron them for you! Go on!"
Carla couldn't very well say no and followed James to his bedroom mumbling that she wouldn't usually do such a thing. James pulled off his shirt and Carla looked at him as he said, "go on! Dad can't dry them if you're wearing them."
Carla shivered and told him to look away while she undressed.
This was the first time she had undressed away from her parents, let alone in a boys bedroom. She turned away and James turned to see her take her dress off. He was quickly undressed and watching Carla undo her 'A' cup bra and lower her panties. Her socks off, she was naked.
