Notes:
This is the first part of the three part SUMMER SECRETS series. You can easily start here, without reading the earlier SUMMER SWEETHEARTS series, though we'd definitely encourage you to start from the beginning.
If this story seems familiar to you, then you may have already read our novel-length submission on Laurie's page, which is entitled IT WAS THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER.
This is and expanded and improved edition, with added characters and scenes.
The action takes place a month and a half after the evens in Summer Sweethearts.
Enjoy!
THE THREE LITTLE STONER CHIX
By Laurie and C.B. Summers
Β©Laurie and C.B. Summers BOOK 2 -- SUMMER SECRETS
PART 1 -- GREEN CANDY
SATURDAY JULY 30
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2011
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CHAPTER 1
Regina Gleason, Gina to everyone that knew her well, finished stirring the freshly made cheese dip and pushed it across the counter top in the direction of her daughter's boyfriend. "There," she said. "That should hold the two of you over until Amy's friends get here. Then I'll see about lunch for you."
"Thanks, Ms. Gleason," Rashawne said as he lowered a chip into the dip and took a bite. "This is good."
Damn, she's hot. If Amy looks like this 20 years from now, I'll be one happy motherfucker if I'm still fucking her. Looks a lot like Amy. Just a bit older and with bigger tits. Nice fucking tits. She even has Amy's curly blonde hairstyle, though its a little darker, and she wears glasses. Love those glasses. So fucking hot to fuck a chick with glasses. She's smart too. Love smart chicks. Damn, has she got a nice ass. Just like Amy's. Tight and round. Tummy is just a bit thicker. Thighs too. Not much thicker. Just a bit. She's fine though. Damn. Both these bitches are fine.
"All I really did was melt some cheese Rashawne, and please. Call me Gina."
"Yes, Ma'am," Rashawne said just before he devoured another chip.
"It's Gina. Not Ms. Gleason. Not ma'am. Just Gina."
"What about Regina?" Amy asked mischievously.
Gina glared at her daughter before smiling and saying, "Just your grandmother."
"And Daddy."
Gina sighed.
We're getting along so well. Don't let the little bitch bait you.
"Yes, baby. Your father did call me Regina. But we don't really call each other anything anymore."
"Oh he calls you things. Just not Regina."
They both began to laugh. Rashawne merely rolled his eyes as he continued to eat.
White women. Pussies worth their bullshit though. Damn. I'd love to make a sandwich out of them. Damn.
"Okay," Gina said. "You kids watch TV. Go hang out in the yacht. Do whatever. I've got a brief to finish for the Atherton case, so I'll be in my office. Just holler if you want something, and I'll get us some real food when Alyson and Dana Lee come."
"We'll probably be up in my bedroom," Amy said.
Gina shrugged. "You're both 18."
Rashawne couldn't stop himself from admiring the way Gina's ass rolled as she walked away to her office. The form fitting black shorts molded perfectly to the round shape of her ass. The prominent gap between her legs. Mother's legs a little thicker but just as toned as the daughter's.
Fuck. Her ass is just as good as Amy's is. Perfectly round, just like Amy's.
"Ouch," he said, faking pain as he held the shoulder Amy had just punched. "What the fuck?"
"What the fuck is right?" Amy said. "What you doing ogling my mom's ass?"
"Fuck," he said. "What am I supposed to do? She has a nice ass."
Amy giggled as she climbed up onto Rashawne's lap and wrapped her legs around his waist and the back of the bar stool upon which he was sitting. She gave him a soft wet kiss and said, "Yeah she does. Just like mine."
"Mmmm," Rashawne said as his lips responded to her kiss and his dick began to respond to the way her ass wriggled as she sat on it.
Amy giggled. "And she has nice tits too. I got a real good look at them when she took me on our trip to Key West last weekend."
"Did you go to a nude beach or something?"
"No. We got a bit tipsy on margaritas, then bought a pair of matching bikinis along the boardwalk. Mom is usually too shy to wear a string bikini in public, but she has no reason to be. She's got a great body. Anyway, when we came out of the shop, we saw a guy recruiting chicks for a bikini contest later on. Mom got all excited and said we should enter it together."
Rashawne grinned wickedly. "Really?"
"But then the recruiter told us it wasn't a bikini contest, but a body-paint bikini contest."
Rashawne's eyes opened wide. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"
"I'm telling you now. I was sure mom would chicken out when she heard the news, but she just smiled and said, 'this should be interesting.' They took us into a tent and sat us down opposite each other and a couple of incredibly hot guys with airbrushes told us to take off our tops. Then they painted our tits, matching the yellow and green floral print on our bikini bottoms. That was so much fun. Two strange, sexy guys, painting our naked tits."
"Wow. You went out on stage together?"
"Not quite. While we were waiting our turn, Mom saw a bunch of guys taking photos and lost her nerve, so I had to go out there alone. I got fourth place, for what it's worth. The winner was a tawny blonde with triple D's. You can't compete with that!"
Rashawne cupped Amy's tits and started kneading them in his big, dark hands. "The judges must have been blind. There ain't no better tits than these right here."
Amy giggled. "Mom wasn't a total spoil-sport though. We walked around for a couple of hours in our body paint bikinis until they started wearing off and a bicycle cop told us to cover up or else he'd have to give us a citation."
"Oh shit, do you have any pictures?"
"Of course I do. We asked the cop to take them for us. He was happy to oblige. As I said, the paint was wearing off. You could almost totally see our nipples."
"I have got to see those snaps!"
Amy shook her head, "Nope. Mom said not to show them to anybody."
"Oh, come on!"
"Sorry. You'll just have to use your imagination." Amy lifted the front of her tee shirt and bikini, and her beautiful breasts fell free. "Just picture these, only bigger."
Rashawne looked at Amy's tits then closed his eyes and said with a grin, "Okay. I'm conjuring up the image of the two of you, lying naked side by side on your bed, with your legs wide open, begging to be the first one I fuck."
"Yeah, right," Amy snickered. "You can have a dream about that, but that's it."
Might be fun actually. But, naa. She'd never go for it. Then again. She ain't had cock since Phillip left. Who fucking knows. I bet she's actually a secret freak.
"Already had that dream."
"Oh, you sick fuck." Amy couldn't help but giggle at his perverted thoughts, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.
Not like I'm not just as sick.
"Hey," he said after they broke the kiss. "I might be the only boyfriend you ever have that admits to you he wants to fuck your mom, but I guarantee I won't be the only one that thinks about fucking her."
Amy tilted her head to one side and said, "I would ask if you really would fuck her if you got the chance, but I'm pretty sure I already know the answer. Come on. Take me upstairs."
"To your bedroom?"
"Or hers."
"With her in the house?"
"Sure," she said. "If you're going to close your eyes and pretend you're fucking her, we might as well fuck in her bed."
Rashawne shook his head and said, "You are an evil, evil little girl, Amy Gleason."
"Yeah, but I got tight pussy."
Rashawne burst into laughter as he stood without unwrapping Amy from himself and began to carry her up the stairs. "Which room is yours?"
"Don't be such a pussy," Amy said. "Take me to hers."