The Summer of Last Resort (11 page)

She sighed and put her arms around me and again put her head in my chest.  I gently stroked the back of her neck with one hand and I put my other arm around her body. 

“Why do I go for those guys?” I heard her ask.

“Cuz he's good looking” I told her.

“Yeah.. “ she sighed.

“But he treats you bad” I replied.

“Yeah,”

“You can't say no”

“I guess not.”

“You could,” I emphasized. “You can if you want to.”

I gently dabbed away the remains of smeared make-up around her lips, and we found ourselves leaning in together; our foreheads touching.  Her face was hot, and our arms were around each other.  Then she looked up, looked me in the eyes with those deep brown eyes of hers, and then turned away from me.

“Don't fall for me, Shane. I'm no good for you.”

“Let me worry about that.”

“I still want him” she said, but let the words trail away into the stillness of the night. Then she stood and turned back towards me, still not looking me in the eye, but gently touching my chest as if to ward me off from evil spirits.

“I've done... bad things, Shane. Things you shouldn't know about.”

I said nothing, but then her eyes flickered up to mine, and then back down to my chest. She could feel my heart racing through her fingertips as I sat next to her, and again she looked into my eyes.

“I'm no good and you are, and that's why we're no good together.”

Then she turned from me and turned her head down, but I gently pulled her close and tenderly turned her chin to me. Eyes darted from eye to mouth - and then we kissed, ever so gently at first.  Then, with rising heat, I felt her mouth open slightly and I nibbled at her plump lower lip, then gently opened her mouth with mine, and our young bodies quivered with excitement. Her lips were warm and full, yet her kiss was tender and filled with compassion and even mercy. Then, as we pulled or bodies together, compassion turns to passion and eager desire, the body takes over and commands - the palms sweat, the eyes dilate, we are prepared for each other as though finally through some long tribulation a key had finally found its lock.

“You want him to kiss you like this” I said, huskily.

Her eyes widened and I thought she was going to slap me, but she just cast her head down and said, “Yes.”

I quickly lifted her up onto the countertop, and she wrapped her bare legs around my waist.  Her warm breasts were pressed against my chest, and I felt the heat of her groin against mine as I let my tongue gently probe her lips. “Yes,” she whispered.  Her hands slipped slowly down my back and then I felt her arms holding me close as I pulled away from her mouth and gently kissed her cheeks, eyelids, forehead, then earlobe, neck, and collarbone.

“Does me make you... excited?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes..” she admitted as I let one hand stray under her pajama top, and ever so lightly graze the tip of that hard little nipple, while simultaneously kissing her full on the mouth, and pulling her ass against me with the other hand.  My manhood was now swollen and bulged against her pubic mound through my jeans, and then suddenly she turned away with a “no...I can't do this with you,” pressed me away, and slid off the countertop.

She quickly moved across the hall to her bedroom, but before she could close the door on me, I slid in and gently placed my arm around her, gently pulling her towards me. “Wait...” I whispered to her.  “Don't be afraid of me… don't be afraid to tell me you want someone else...”

She turned from me and stifled a small sob, “Oh, Shane!” she exclaimed, and threw herself down on the bed, her back turned towards me. I laid down next to her and held her close to me feeling her breathe deeply between sighs and sobs. I gently caressed her beautiful dark hair and thought about how special she was, and yet, how I knew her heart already belonged to another man, and yet, perhaps it was only a fire of lust that burned within her for a hard, strong man, her Perseus to take her away on the wings of Pegasus.

“I can't help it, Shane, I want him. I'm sorry.”

“It's OK. Look, let's just take a rest for a little while.”

She nodded in assent, and I clicked off the light and we lay there together in the darkness for a long time, feeling the heat from our bodies radiating into each other. Outside it had begun to rain, and we lay there together watching the droplets slowly streak their way down the windowpane.

“It's cold out there, Shane”

I nodded and pulled her closer and I felt her pressing back against me.

“Aren't you going out with Maria?”

“Uh, no.”

“She likes you, Shane.”

“I know.”

“Do you love her?”

“No.”

There was a pause. I watched in the pale light of a street lamp as the droplets of water on the windowpane slowly ran down, then, occasionally merge together into a common drop, then poise tremulously before plunging down beneath our sight. Is that our fate, too? I felt a knot in my stomach as I thought about Maria and what had happened the other night. And then I looked back at the droplets. They felt no shame when one or two cascaded into another, sending the whole mass tumbling down into the abyss. And they felt no joy.

“Keep me warm.”

I ever so slowly unzipped my pants and pulled them down so that my naked body was pressed against her back. I couldn't help but be fully aroused but she pressed her cute little rump against me and I heard her breathe a little easier. Ever so gently I kissed her neck and back, stopping along each vertebra for some extra attention. She relaxed a little more and reached back with one arm and gently caressed my naked body. I let my hands stray up over her pyjama top to her pert, young breasts. She takes my hand from her chest and slowly pulls it down over her abdomen as I repeat her name gently, over and over, while kissing her neck and earlobe.

“I don't love you, Shane. I'll just hurt you.”

“Do you love Keith?”

There was a long pause, and then, as if to answer, Kim pulled my hand down, lower, and placed it gently over her soft panties. “I want him. That's all I know.”

“Did you want to feel his hot shaft between your legs”?

That shocked her, but then she nodded slowly.

“Say it”

“Yes...” she whispered as she gently parted her thighs for my hand.

“Say 'I want'”

“I want” ... she guided my fingertips over her smoothly shaven young mound and down into that wet, warm valley.

“His cock,” I repeated, gently responding to her ministrations.

“H...his cock”“ she stutters and yet she guided my fingertips over her swollen little bud. I teased and caress it gently as she lifted her thigh for me, but still kept her back turned away from me. We groped together in the darkness, and then there is a flash of lightning off in the distance, which startles her, and then the slow roll of thunder. She turns to me and I am now above her, so ready for her, and then she wrinkles her brow and shakes her head no, but pulls me close and kissed me deeply, meanwhile pulling my hand deep into her. Her sex opens for my tender touch and then the flower of her love comes into bloom at my caress, made wise by an older woman's guiding hand, A red flush spread over her chest as she pushed down on my hand in the throes of her sweet young orgasm.

Suddenly the phone rang. Damn!

“Hello?”

“Keith, is that you?”  What the fuck?!!

Frustrated, throbbing, I pulled back and lie on my back. My hard-on was still raging, however.

“Yeah... yeah, I know.” She said

They made small talk.

“He says he's sorry. What do I say?” She whispers to me. This could work to my advantage, I thought.

“You've got to make me a deal ... you've got to say exactly what I tell you... Is he alone?” she nodded.

Say “I just want to be with you, Keith, not those other guys” - she said it.

I knelt close to her, still naked, so I could listen and tell her what to say by whispering it in one ear.

“Say, 'I miss your body.'”  She shook her head, but I nodded, and she croaked it out.

“Say, 'I want you to do something for me, Keith.” She looked at me in surprise.

I pantomimed unbuttoning my pants.

“I want you to unbutton your pants”.

I nodded as she nodded back.

I slowly pantomimed sliding my hand down and grabbing my cock, and then did so.

“I want you to slowly slip your hand down and touch yourself”

“Say cock” I mouthed.

“I want you to touch your cock. Are you touching yourself for me?”

I reached up and massage her breasts with both hands.

“I want you to think about feeling my breasts.”  

I bent over and started gently sucking on a nipple

“I want you to suck my tits, Keith! oh, God, that feels so good”

Now she was getting into it, and so I started kissing her slowly down her belly and abdomen. There's too much silence except her heavy breathing. I stopped and exaggeratedly stroked my rock-hard cock.

“Are you touching yourself? Is your dick hard?”  She nodded and improvised, “Yeah, baby, I want your cock hard”. I gave her a thumbs-up; that was good!

I pulled the covers back, pushed my head down between her thighs, pull her hips up, and gently nibbled my way up the inside of each thigh, tantalizing her, until, able to wait no more, I planted my hot mouth on her smoothly shaven mound.

“I wish you were here going down on me” she moaned. “What? Yes, I'm touching myself”

I pulled her panties all the way off, spread open her lips with one hand, and started sucking and playing with her swollen bud - she shuddered, with sensitivity, and then I gently held it, and she started pushing against my lips as my tongue entered her warm valley. “I'm touching myself now” she panted into the phone. “I wish you were sucking on my clit right now. I can almost feel your hot tongue on my clit...you want to hear my pussy?” She daringly passed the phone down to me, and I eagerly lapped at her wetness while she moaned dramatically for the receiver.

“Oh, god baby, that's so fucking hot!” he said;  I could hear the unmistakable slap of his thick, swollen member as he stroked himself, and his breathing started to come in shallow pants.   Her hips were now rocking in unison with the firm ministrations of my mouth as she reached down and pulled my head deeper, harder, and faster againsts her eager sex.

She took the phone back “Are you gonna cum for me baby? I want you to cum in your pants for me.”

We heard him grunting, faster and faster, and then a big groan and then the unmistakable sound of his male climax.. and was that the sound of his seed being spilt on the floor: first, once, then again, and again?  That sets her off, and she began to orgasm on my mouth as she reached nirvana yet again. Man, this is unfair!

“Mmm, yeah baby,” she cooed.“Oh, Oh, God, yes, I'm coming right now! I'm coming on your cock!,” she exaggerated, like a porn star. It was totally hot and made me throb uncontrollably.

“Sleep tight, lover,” she whispered into the phone, and she handed the receiver back to me and I hung it up as she flopped back onto the bed in exhaustion.

We looked straight at each other's eyes for a long time. Everything was different now, and we are bonded together in a new, strange way.

“It's your turn, Shane” she said, and turned over onto her stomach. She laid on her belly and I got on her and start stroking her ass with my hard cock.  “Don't try to enter me.  I want you to cum right now” she said. “I want you to masturbate on me. Put your cock on my ass”. I quickly climbed onto her and felt those beautiful round cheeks caressing my hot, swollen member. She held her legs together as I straddled her, masturbating my hot cock on between her buttocks. She started pushing back against me in tempo to my strokes. It was so tempting to force her open and take her, but yet this felt so good, so right, and I was so ready that I immediately shot my load onto her back and it went up to her hair, then in another spurt across her spine, and then again across the shoulder blades, and then finally down between those smooth round ass cheeks.

 “That was Hot!” she said. I got her some Kleenex and a towel and wiped me off of her, and then sat next to her for a few minutes as she lay there, breathing heavily. She fell asleep in no time, and so I put my clothes back on and crept out into the cool dampness of the summer night.

EVIDENCE

Act III - Fit

Sandy’s long blonde hair billowed out behind her as she drove through the late afternoon heat of Fall in Vegas. She’d traded in the cheap rental for a convertible and now nervously glanced in the rearview mirror as she made her way through the late afternoon traffic. She wondered for a moment if she had gone over the top on the make-up, but then thought better of it. Jake’s photo had come up with a match, and she’d been able to use her connections, and not a little of her good looks, to delve into the FBI records and discover that Keith and Maria had rented an apartment outside of Vegas. It might have been a simple matter to bring them in for questioning, but Sandy’s instincts told her that the two of them would simply clam up. If this Keith guy was the way he had been portrayed in the journals then, well, Sandy was a little curious, but also knew it would be a lot easier to get him to speak off the cuff in a much more relaxed setting.

Harry’s Exercise Emporium was getting on the new bandwagon of discount fitness centers which were soon to sweep the country. A friendly visit with the local PD, and a little horse-trading of tips from her FBI friends had given Sandy the info that she needed, that Keith had just started working as a fitness trainer. That was just too good to let go, Sandy thought, as she pulled into the parking lot after verifying that Keith’s car was around back.

The gym was new, and had a large aerobics workout area in front, with some Stairmaster machines and a few treadmills along the back wall. To one side was a stretching area which was covered in floor mats, and men’s and women’s showers and locker rooms were in the back.

She flipped her long, blonde hair back over her shoulder and strode past the rows of machines whirring away with the sweat of the afternoon’s patrons. Sandy noticed that they tended to form little clumps; the retiree group what all worked out on the same exercise bicycles, the stay-at-home moms solitarily trudging off the pounds with their Walkmans on their heads, and a few losers over in the weight room. In the reflection of the mirrors at the back of the gym, Sandy couldn’t help notice the men, and a few women, turn and follow her with their eyes as she made her way among them.

And then there he was, in the weight room, doing lat pulldowns on a Nautilus machine. Sandy took a quick breath as she recognized his face reflected in the mirrored wall, but he was too focused to notice her immediately. She watched his curly brown locks bounce over his sweaty forehead as he furrowed his brows in concentration, then gazed in admiration as his broad chest expanded as he drew in a breath, tensed his abs, glutes, and thighs, and then, with a quick and powerful movement, pulled the bar down to chest level, held it, and then released it gently and with a strong, smooth exhale. She watched the heavy weights silently gliding up, then down, and then up again as we worked the machine with a strong, smooth mastery. Just then he caught a glimpse of her in the mirror, and she blushed and looked away for a moment, but then looked back, now with confidence, and she could see a hint of a smile on his face. She turned and walked back to the receptionist who was now prepared to launch into her sales pitch.

Sandy sat and half-listened while the receptionist went over the various membership options. She looked at the photos on the wall of their various trainers, but then realized that the receptionist was talking to her.

“Well… do you want to sign up for a personal trainer?”

“Oh, um, yes… but I have someone particular in mind.”

“Well, we don’t usually do that…” the receptionist trailed off as she watched Sandy’s head turn as she discovered that Keith was over on the other end of the gym working with another client. Sandy turned back towards the receptionist and furrowed her brow.

“Him. I see. OK, I’ll sign you up. But you’ll have to take what’s available. It might be hard to slip him in.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” Sandy replied

“How about tomorrow at 2?”

“Fine.”

“OK,” the receptionist replied, handing Sandy her new membership card. But Sandy had already read Keith’s appointment ledger for that day. She made a mental note of his last appointment, just before closing time.

It was convenient that Keith’s last client’s number was in the phone book, so a quick call, with an impersonation of the receptionist, led her to believe that Keith was canceling, and gave Sandy the chance to plan her attack.

That evening Sandy returned. She went into the women’s locker room and quickly changed into a spandex leotard and running shoes, then went over to stretch for a bit. Her heart was beating fast within her chest, and she felt a flush come over herself as she watched him from across the room. His sweat pants showed off the beautiful rounded curve of his ass and his t-shirt left little to the imagination as to his finely sculpted torso. No wonder the young girls had all gushed for him, Sandy thought to herself. She plucked up her courage and went over to him.

“Hi, I’m Sandy. I’m switching with Lucy for tonight.”

“Oh? Oh, OK. Hi, Sandy. I’m Keith,” Keith said, shaking her hand professionally. Sandy couldn’t help but notice his sparkling brown eyes and how they seemed to have a hint of mischief behind them.

They talked a bit about exercise and fitness goals. When he asked what areas she really needed help with, Sandy indicated, embarrassingly, her butt.

“But it’s such a fine butt,” Keith remarked.

“Thanks, but it could still use some work. I mean, I still get cramps when I run.”

“That’s because you’re not stretching enough. Here, let’s work on some stretches.”

“I get embarrassed stretching,” Sandy lied.

“Why?”

“I don’t know – because I feel more exposed, I guess.”

“Well, that’s OK – tell you what, we’ll go to the yoga room in the back. There’s no one back there.”

Keith looked quickly back at the evening shift receptionist who was already closing out her paperwork for the evening, and then led Sandy back through a set of doors she hadn't seen to a small room with soft lighting and mats stored neatly in a pile to one side. Keith went and pulled out a large mat and unfolded it onto the floor. Then he went over to a small box on the wall, pressed a button, and the room filled with a soft mystical music that seemed to immediately relax Sandy.

“Well, it’s a little zen, I suppose, but at least we can warm up a little here,” Keith remarked.

The first thing Keith had her do was to kneel down on the mat and extend her hands out, and stretch her back. He took her hands and held them while she pulled gently – his hands were large and warm in hers, and she started to feel a little tingle in her belly.

“Now try this exercise – they call this a sun salutation,” Keith explained, and showed Sandy how to pull in her core, arch her back, and spread her arms. He watched her carefully and then put one hand on her belly and the other on the small of her back. “Here – pull your abs in, and make sure that the curvature of your back is evenly distributed among each vertebrae.” She felt a little thrill has his hand pressed against the warmth of her belly, and then she felt his fingers making their way along each knob of her spine. “Good – let me feel each vertebrae curving”. As she concentrated on his hands and the sensation of the exercise, Sandy had to keep reminding herself of why she was there. He could be the killer, dammit!

“Sandy… Sandy? Do you hear me?”

“Oh, yes – sorry. I was concentrating.”

“Pull your glutes in.”

“My what?”

“Clench your buttocks”.

“Oh .. right”.

Sandy tried, but could tell that Keith wasn’t approving.

“Here… do you mind if I touch you?” Keith asked, forgetting that he already had.

“Um, no, sure.”

“OK, now clench your butt and hold in your abs”, he said, and with that he placed one hand firmly on her ass cheek and the other more forcefully on her lower abdomen. She could feel him pressing on her, guiding her into position.

“No, I don’t think you’re getting it,” he said, removing his hands, and then leading her in a demonstration.

“Well, isn’t that what I’m doing?” Sandy replied, attempting to repeat the movement.

“Put your hand on my belly, Sandy….Notice how my breathing matches the movement?” he said, breathing in dramatically as his arms swung upwards. She could feel the muscles of his abdomen through his t-shirt. He must not have an ounce of fat on him, Sandy thought to herself.

“Now you try it again, and concentrate on your breathing”, he insisted, and placed his palm again on her abdomen. This time she could feel how the energy flowed warmly through her body as her breathing was timed with her movement. Keith’s gentle pressure on her belly was warm and soothing.

“Now, as we complete this movement, you want to clench your cheeks.”

“Clench my what?”

“Your butt cheeks, Sandy,” he replied, repeating the movement and turning away from her. She watched him stretch up and outward, his strong, broad chest filling with air as he inhaled, and his round, taut ass cheeks flexing in time with the movement. He repeated a few times, and then motioned for Sandy to repeat. Again, he shook his head.

“That was better, but I just don’t think you’re getting the movement. Here – like this,” and with that, he took her hand in his and placed it firmly on his ass, and then exaggerated the sun salutation with his other arm, emphasizing the point where he tensed. She felt his muscles ripple under her fingers and the warmth of his hand on hers, and heard his smooth, strong breathing, and it was getting hard to concentrate.

“Try it again,” he said, matter-of-factly, and turned and pulled her hand away. This time she could feel her hips press outward over her toes as she reached the pinnacle of the salutation, and he nodded in agreement. “That’s a lot better, Sandy,” he said approvingly. “Feel the energy flow through your body. It’s all about the flow, the chakras.” She repeated the motion for him and she had a feeling that he was admiring her fine, rounded breasts, and for a second she imagined what it would be like to feel those smooth lips alighting on each nipple.

“So, Keith, have you been in Vegas for long?” Sandy finally started to get down to business between breaths.

“No, not long.”

“Where’re you from?” she asked as casually as she could.

“Oh, back on the coast.”

“LA?”

“Oh, no, Tacoma, Portland – that area.”

“Really? I spent some time out there,” Sandy half-lied. “You like it out here?”

“It’s OK. I’m not really used to it, you know.”

“Now, let’s try an exercise to strengthen your obliques,” Keith said, and instructed Sandy to get on the mat on her hands and knees. He knelt beside her, sideways to her. “You’ve probably done these before, right? What you do is pick up that right knee and leg and stretch it back, at the same time as you pick up your left arm and stretch it forward.”

“OK, I’ll try,” Sandy, replied. She felt Keith’s warm hand on her right knee, and then he was gently lifting her arm and guiding it straight ahead.

“Now I’ll do it, and you feel which muscles are working,” he said matter-of-factly, and then got down on all fours.

“Put your hands around my waist,” he instructed Sandy, and she did so, kneeling beside him, and then he extended his right leg and left arm.

“Put your hand on my buttocks,” he said so casually that she found herself with his firm ass in her hand again.

“And your other hand on my abdomen.”

Sandy could feel him getting hotter, his abs tightening under the touch of her fingers. She let her hand turn so that her fingertips were below his waistband, but resisted the temptation to explore even lower.

“Make sure you keep your back straight by pulling in your core, like this,” Keith said as he stretched out on arm and the opposite leg. Sandy could feel his breath growing a little husky and she knelt closer to him so that their bodies were now touching. She watched the small of his back as he stretched and admired how evenly it stayed over the floor. Her eyes went from his firm, round buttocks to his narrow waist, to those broad shoulders of his, as he moved under her touch.

“So is this what you want?” Sandy asked mysteriously.

“Yeah, that’s what I want… I mean, no, you mean, this job?”

“The job.”

“Oh, well, it’s OK. It puts food on our table, you know. Now you try it.” With that, Keith pulled away and took Sandy by the hand and guided her down on all fours. He knelt beside her, one hand on her thigh and one on her belly.

“Now, extend,” he commanded, and held her thigh at the appropriate height off the floor.

She felt his palm pressing onto her stomach. “Don’t let your tummy sag!” he ordered. She pulled in her abs and held one leg out and the opposite arm out.

“Good – that’s good, Sandy.”

She repeated the motion for him.

“Keep your neck straight!”

Again, she did what he commanded, but he came around and knelt in front of her, his lap facing her head, and gently held her head up by the chin as she worked her arm and leg. She couldn’t help but notice his belly button peeking out from under his t-shirt and a few little wisps of dark hair leading from their down inside his dark sweatpants.

“OK, let’s switch arms and legs,” he instructed, and moved to the opposite side. She could feel his warm body pressed against hers and, despite her wishes, could feel the warmth of arousal in her loins. As she raised her leg, she felt his broad hand on her thigh, this time higher and more on the inside. If he were only to move his fingers slightly, he could brush over the warmth of her sex. She found herself wishing he would just move that hand another inch.

“Since we’re being personal, do you mind if I ask a personal question?” Sandy asked.

Keith pulled his hand away slightly. “Is there – someone special in your life?” she asked.

Keith removed his hand and nodded, and then answered quietly, “Yes.”

“That’s okay, Keith. Don’t worry about me… So, did you come out here with her?”

Keith didn’t answer, and Sandy paused and rolled over onto her side.