The Beach House (3 page)

“I’ll think about it,” she said, knowing the
argument, if one ever existed, was already lost.

She showered and changed, pulling clean
underwear over her still damp body and when she knocked on the door
and went in the table was laid with fish, mango salsa, fruit,
bottles of wine beaded with moisture, and a small chocolate
birthday cake decorated with eighteen unlit candles. As soon as
they finished eating Tim put a match against each candle and placed
the cake in the center of the table.

“All at once,” he said. “Then you get to
make a wish.”

Paul leaned over the table and blew. He blew
long and hard until every candle was extinguished. He closed his
eyes and kept them shut for half a minute.

“Some wish!” Tim said.

Paul opened his eyes, blushing, glanced
shyly at Jenni. “Might as well make it worthwhile. I’m only going
to be eighteen once, even if this is my second party.”

“Ah, youth,” Tim sighed.

“Okay,” Kate said. “Let’s clear up then we
really have to scoot.”

“We’ll do this, Grams.” Paul glanced at
Jenni. “If that’s okay with you?”

“Do you mind, Jen?” Kate asked. “It doesn’t
seem right asking you to a party and then letting you and the
birthday boy clean up, but we could use the extra time in
town.”

“Sure, no problem.” Something had loosened
inside Jenni over lunch. Perhaps two glasses of wine had something
to do with it, perhaps something else, but her skin tingled with
anticipation. She was, she reminded herself, only seven years older
than this young man. Okay, maybe eight years; but eight years was
nothing.

As his grandparents drove away Jenni helped
Paul stack dishes in the machine, knowing she could not prevent
herself instigating the next step. What happened after that was up
to Paul.

Through the kitchen window the beach was quiet.
While they
had eaten low gray clouds scudded in, discouraging
all but the most adventurous. Leaning towards her while Jenni
passed the plates Paul asked, “You want another swim later?”

“In a while, maybe. I need to let some of
that wine work out of my system first.”

“Yeah, probably a good idea. What do you
want to do then?”

Fuck your brains out
, she thought,
but what she said was, “Oh, I’m easy. It’s your birthday.”

“I don’t mind.” He finished with the last
plate and rose on his toes to stack it in the high cabinet, his
body lithe and powerful. He half turned, close now, and Jenni
became instantly aroused as his scent enveloped her. Salt and sun
oil and something deeply masculine underlying everything.

“I thought I might give you a present,”
Jenni said, her words soft.

“You don’t need to do that.” Somehow,
although neither of them had moved, the space between had
shrunk.

“I want to.”

“It doesn’t seem right. I hope you didn’t
spend much.”

Jenni smiled. “I didn’t spend a thing.”

“Oh… okay. What have you got me?”

Jenni took a pace toward him, placed her
hands flat against his chest. “This.”

She lifted on her toes and pressed her lips
against his. For a moment she thought it was a mistake, Paul
stunned, or afraid, or shocked, she couldn’t tell which and a flare
of panic filled her because she was doing the wrong thing. Paul’s
sudden gasp drew air from her lungs. His firm young body trembled
beneath her hands and Jenni stopped worrying she had stepped over
the line. His lips parted in response. She had not meant things to
go so fast, intending the kiss as a promise for the future, but
before she could prevent herself she pressed hard against his
chest, her mouth opening, tongue probing. Paul’s hand pressed into
the curve of her back, pulling her closer, pulling her against his
instant arousal pressing her stomach.

The kiss went on and on, changing, Paul
pushing past her tongue and between her lips. Jenni dropped her
hand to his waist, the slim tightness of muscle along his flank
beneath her fingers. She wanted to move her hand lower but
hesitated, because this was going fast, maybe too fast. How long
did they have? How long could she wait? She knew the answer in an
instant. She could not wait at all.

Jenni pulled back, breathing hard. Paul
stood as though stunned, the long hard ridge inside his jeans
obvious.

Jenni darted back and kissed him again, a
fleeting peck this time.

“Happy birthday.” She took his hand.

“Uhm.”

“Come on,” Jenni said, “there’s more, if you
want.” She had moved beyond restraint. Pent-up lust boiled inside
her, scorching away any doubt she had. How long, she wondered, as
she led Paul through to the living room, how long before his
grandparents returned? She had the impression they might be gone a
while. Perhaps they had planned it this way.

Jenni led Paul by the hand, his features
slack with disbelief, a dream state on his handsome face. Jenni
drew him to the sofa and pushed him back on the cushions, straddled
him and kissed him again, her hands holding his face and after a
moment his hands slid along her back and clasped her. She ground
her hips against him, the hardness inside his jeans pressing back,
offering a promise she intended to fulfill. Her cut-off denims
allowed the nakedness of her thighs to rest against Paul’s jeans,
filling her with a sensual longing. She wanted to feel his skin
against hers.

Jenni dropped her hands, pulling at the
buttons on his shirt, opening them and slipping her fingers inside,
her fingertips experiencing his hard smoothness. She kissed his
neck, put her hands on her own tank top and drew it up. Jenni
watched Paul’s eyes widen as she revealed her breasts cupped inside
a small white bra, their nipples hard, peaking against the
lace.

“Touch me,” Jenni’s voice a whisper. When
Paul failed to respond she took his hands and lifted them to her
breasts, gasping as his palms closed over them. “Like this, touch
me like this.”

She returned to his buttons until his shirt
gaped wide, leaned and kissed his neck, moved lower and nipped at
his nipple with her teeth. Men were sensitive and got hard there
too, and she licked and sucked at him as he jerked between her
lips.

His hands grew bolder against her breasts,
probing, pushing down inside the cup of her bra, searching for and
finding her nipples. Jenni reached behind and flicked a clasp and
the bra fell away, granting Paul’s hands full access. She arched
her back, presenting herself to him, rewarded when his mouth closed
around her nipple. His tongue caressed the stiff nub and sensation
arced through her, a direct line drawn from nipple to clitoris.
Paul, she decided, still had too many clothes on.

Jenni allowed him to suck on her nipples, as
a reward, and also because his lips were so good against her
breast, then she pulled away, slipping down to the floor between
his legs. She put her hands on the brass clip of his jeans and
looked up at him, asking the question without forming words, and
Paul gave the merest nod. Jenni twisted the clasp, slowly popping
each brass button along his fly, her eyes devouring the sight
revealed. When all the buttons were loose she tugged at his jeans
and Paul lifted his hips, allowing her to pull them down. His
shorts caught and came with them, not all the way, only as far as
the base of his pubic hair, the root of his hard cock showing.

Jenni kissed his hip, his belly, placed her
hand directly over the long shape formed by his cock and Paul
gasped.

“Oh Jesus, I’m going to have an accident if
you do that.”

“Not an accident,” Jenni said her voice
hoarse. She tugged at his shorts, wanting to see all of him,
wanting to taste him. He lifted again and his cock worked free,
slapping back hard against his belly. Jenni grasped him, impressed
at the length and thickness of his cock, impressed at the hard
smoothness. She stroked him once and saw him twitch. Oh yes,
accident on the way, a delicious accident. She had no idea how this
felt for him but she could guess. He would be on a hair trigger
now, trying to hold himself back and about to fail. Jenni
determined to make him fail.

She leaned forward and put her mouth against
the side of his cock, licked the smooth hot skin and he twitched
again.

“No, no,” he gasped, but Jenni was
relentless. She shifted upward and her lips found the head of his
cock and closed around his glans, pulling him inside her mouth. The
taste of his cock was sweet against her tongue, the head slick with
pre-cum. Paul tried to hold her head and pull her away but she
knocked his hands aside.

“I want to do this.” Freeing her mouth only
long enough to say the words.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he cried,
anguish in his voice.

“Good.”

“But…”

“It’s okay, honey, I want you to. I want you
to come in my mouth.”

Jenni took him back between her lips, deeper
this time, she had always given good head, had a reputation at one
time she hated, but now she
knew
she gave good head, wished
her husband wanted her to do this to him, knowing he was a lost
cause. Instead she would enjoy the pleasure of this afternoon. This
beautiful boy with his long, thick cock was all hers.

“Ahh!” Paul cried out, and Jenni pressed
down, his cock touching the top of her throat and pressing down
again so he filled her. She pulled back at the moment he tipped
over, unable to prevent himself, his hips jerking upward and the
first explosion of sweet slickness filled her mouth and she
accepted his offering, swallowing what she could but he jerked too
much and pulled free of her lips, spurting enormous arcing jets of
semen which caught in her hair, splashed against her face,
spattered across her breasts and he came again and again and again,
the fecundity of his youth covering Jenni in cum.

She grabbed his cock and drew him back
against her tongue, ignoring his gasp. Still rock hard, still
rigid, still ready. She played with his glans, explored the tip of
his cock with her tongue, moved up and kissed his belly, his chest,
coming finally to his mouth and kissing him, her bare breasts
smearing semen against his chest.

“Oh God, I’m sorry,” he said, speaking
against her mouth.

“Sorry for what?”

“Coming like that.”

“Why?”

“I should have lasted longer.”

“Why?” Jenni rolled to lie beside him,
circling his cock with her fingers. “You’re still hard.”

He turned to her. “Do you want to…” he
stopped, shy.

“I want to do everything, Paul.” Jenni
kissed a point on his neck below the ear.

“I want to make you come now,” he said,
avoiding her eyes.

“Really?”

He nodded, before realizing she was teasing,
smiled. “I do.”

“I guess I could let you, if you really want
to,” Jenni said.

His eyes widened, as though he had not
expected that answer. “How… what… can I…” He shook his head, lost
for words.

“Anything,” Jenni said. “Everything.”

“I don’t know what…”

“Paul, have you ever done this before? With
a woman? A girl?”

He both nodded and shook his head at the
same time, his head making a crazy circle. “Yeah. Kind of. Once.
Sort of.”

“Good. Tell me, what did you do?” Jenni drew
close to him, fascinated by his skin, his lean strength. She
caressed his cock, stroked his balls, round and still so full of
potential. She wanted all of him. She dipped down and sucked his
cock into her mouth again, but only for a moment. “Has anyone ever
done this to you before?”

He nodded. “Once. But she didn’t want me to
do anything… in her mouth.”

“Did you do the same for her?”

He shook his head. “She didn’t want me to…
“

“Huh. Silly girl.” Jenni took him back
inside, but only to tease, to keep him on edge. She had other
plans. “You taste good.”

“I do?”

Jenni rolled along his body and kissed his
mouth. “You do. Can’t you taste yourself on my mouth?” She kissed
him again.

Paul nodded. “I think I can.”

“You can,” Jenni said. “Have you had sex?
Have you fucked a girl?”

Paul shook his head.

“Hand job?”

He nodded.

“What else?” Jenni was turning herself on
even more asking him questions, turned on by his innocence and
need.

“Boobs,” he said.

“You fucked her boobs?” Jenni was
delighted.

Paul nodded.

“You splashed on them?”

He nodded again, looking away.

“You want to try again?”

He looked down at her breasts, full and
soft, nodded.

“I want you to do something else too.”

“What kind of thing?”

Jenni rolled on her back and unclipped her
denims, pushed them down, displaying skimpy white panties, the
front showing evidence of her arousal.

“You can fuck me, Paul, if you want. No – I
want
you to fuck me. You
have
to fuck me. But only
after you’ve done something else first.”

“Anything,” he said, staring at the mound
her pussy made in her panties, at the stray curls of pubic hair
working free around the sides.

“Can you guess what I want?” Jenni
asked.

He continued to stare at her panties,
nodding slowly. “I think so.”

“Have you ever gone down on a girl, Paul?”
Jenni was arousing herself with the words she spoke to him,
stimulated by her boldness.

He shook his head.

“Girls love it when you do that.”

“They never said anything.”

“They’re not as forward as me. Will you do
it for me now, Paul, please?”

He nodded again and slipped to the floor.
Jenni parted her knees, his body sliding between to press against
her legs. Paul had come fast, but Jenni knew she was going to match
him, delight building inside. Paul ran his hand along her thigh,
his fingers shying away from her pussy. She grabbed Paul’s hand and
moved his fingers back where she wanted, pressing herself directly
onto them.