I was at home, alone, busy doing nothing. It was a nice warm day with not a cloud in sight. My father had mowed the backyard the day before so the yard was neat and tidy and that fresh grass smell. I'd spread a towel in the middle of the yard and was relaxing on it in a little yellow bikini, getting a nice sun-tan.
I was just lying there, thinking of nothing much, although I will admit that the occasional carnal thought of my boyfriend might have wandered through my mind. There's nothing wrong with that. I was eighteen and healthy and sometimes horny. We've all been in that situation.
That was the situation when Andy and Ken rocked up, looking for my brother, Brian. Now there were a pair of honeys. I'd had carnal thoughts about both of those young studs in the past. Well, I say young studs, but they were both older than me. The way they looked right now wasn't doing anything to dispel any naughty daydreams I might have had.
At times I think it's a rotten shame that a girl's not supposed to screw anyone she wants to. Boys can get away with it but a girl? Forget it. The old women of both sexes would be talking and pointing the finger, heaping shame upon the poor girl's head, just for doing what comes naturally. Envious, I think, that a girl might be getting what they're too old for.
"Sorry, boys," I called to them. "Nobody home but me. I don't know when Brian will be back."
Andy lifted his hand in acknowledgement and said something to Ken, who shook his head. Andy did some pretty fast talking and then Ken shrugged and nodded. They wandered over to me and crouched down next to me.
"Give me your hands, Denise," Ken said, holding out his own.
Puzzled I reached out and he took hold of them, drawing them up above my head and pinning them to the ground.
"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.
He just smiled and nodded towards Andy.
"He's doing that to stop you from interfering when I do this," Andy told me and, to my great indignation, he peeled down the bottom half of my bikini.
I'm like, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" and I find he's got hold of my ankles and is moving my legs apart. Just like that he's kneeling between my thighs and is undoing his trousers.
What the fuck does he think he's doing? Grabbing himself a bit of nookie was what he was doing and I wasn't being given the chance to say no. Talk about being in two minds. Part of me was saying this could be interesting - do it. The other part was outraged that he was doing it.
It's amazing how fast you can come to a decision when you're in an impossible situation. There was no way I could stop Andy doing what he wanted so I was going to damn-well enjoy it. I'd make the official protestations, but like I said, he'd featured in past daydreams of the naughty sort. Now I'd find out what he'd got.
"You wouldn't dare," I told him, at the same time anticipation was warming up my groin. A slow fire had been lit and was burning inside me.
