The Summer of Last Resort (3 page)

“Jesus – what a bunch of nerds!” Jake exclaimed, but Sandy, laughed and smiled at him.

“I think I like that kid… Maybe he’s a little like you were, when you were … younger.” With that, Sandy flipped another page in Maria’s diary and found this section:

June 8th: Maria’s Diary –

I went out with Keith and Kim and Larry the other night, and I have a hard time explaining what happened. Larry, well, he’s in his own world. Kim sat in the backseat with me on the way to the movie. Keith and Larry sat in the front seat together, and after a while Kim started teasing Keith about his curly locks and flirting with him while he was driving. She ran her fingers through his hair and told him what a nice head he had. Both of them. Then she caressed his neck and nibbled his earlobe and then, in a stage whisper, asked him , “did I make your head bigger?” I felt the warmth of her thigh against mine while she teased him. She leaned back and turned to me and whispered conspiratorially into my ear, “Don’t you just want to eat him up?” Then she told me about how they made out, and about how big and strong he was, and how hard he got, and how he held her in his powerful arms and her knees got weak and it made her wet. She’s beautiful, with firm, rounded breasts and a cute little ass. Not like me. Here’s a little sketch she let me make of her last summer. I think it makes her ass too big.

She told me that this was the last summer we’d probably have together, and one thing she’d learned was to not live with regrets. I nodded but I didn’t understand what she meant. “I mean, I’m going to have THAT,” she said, gesturing at Keith. “I mean, I’m going to fuck him” she whispered into my ear while holding me close. I felt myself blushing and turned away. I must have gotten sniffly because she got all concerned and asked me what’s wrong? She apologized and then hugged me and I could feel how warm she was. It felt so good to have someone hold me, but I felt cheated... what about me?

“What about Larry?” she asked me, and I felt myself blushing again. “He’s .. well, available.”

“No way.”

“Uh-huh.. Ok, what about Shane?”

“Shane? We’ve known each other since we were kids!”

“So what? Same with Keith. All the girls want him. Why can’t it be one of us?”

“So ... what... wouldn’t it feel weird with someone that, well, we know so well? I think it would just be easier with a stranger, someone who wouldn’t be a problem if... it didn’t work out.”

“Yeah, and when’s that gonna happen?”

“Shut up!”

We both laughed, and she reached up again and stroked Keith’s earlobe while turning back to me. And then she whispered, “I’m gonna have this. I’m going to take him all the way. And you should have Shane. Hey, it’s probably his first time anyway.” She let go and then continued “He’s young. I bet he’s fantasized about you already. I bet he’ll stay hard all night long. You just have to be woman enough to handle it. Do you think you can handle it, sista!”

With that I laughed and pushed her away, but somehow thinking about it makes me all tingly down my middle, but I should be angry. Why? I don’t understand these feelings. Maybe I’m just lonely and I need someone to touch me, maybe a girl who is like me, lonely, and looking for attention, and that’s what we seek.  Keith doesn’t understand that, he just wants to lord his body over everyone, but what a body! That definitely makes me wet, too. I want to rip off that shirt of his and run my lips over… well, you get the idea. Anyway, when we were standing in line in the dark, Kim was in front of me, I was in front of him, and I reached back and gently took his hands and put them on my hips. Then I pressed my ass back and sure enough he had a nice hard on. I touched it for just a second. It was hot I mean literally his body was putting out all kinds of heat. I had to let him go so Kim wouldn’t see.

Shane was talking to me on the phone. I think I was rude to him because I hung up. I swear he was flirting pretty hard with me. Wow, it was pretty exciting, but I think I got scared. Why did I do that? I’ve had boys pay attention to me before. This is not like me. Somehow when you know someone that well, it’s, well, more personal. It’s like it’s a lot more important. I think, when I think about it, he’s actually pretty important to me. But I think he’s probably more interested in Kim than me. So many times when I was a kid, I wanted him to notice me, I wanted anyone to notice me, well, now they do. So, I’m not really sure what to do. In my dark dreams I still fantasize about Keith, but what does he think about me? I don’t know, but I think that maybe I should be more open to Shane. But I have to admit that scares me - am I scared for me, that he just wants to fuck me, because he’s horny, or that I’m scared that I’ll fall for him? I don’t know.

SHANE'S DIARY

The next day we had class together again. Maria didn't make eye contact with me, but instead slid a note across the table to me.

So that evening I hopped into my truck and drove over to her house, thinking about all the possibilities which lay ahead.

Maria's place was in a suburban neighborhood like mine, one that was once new but now was a little bit frayed around the edges. Her house was a three bedroom rambler, like most in that '50's development. She shared the house with her mother, had no siblings, and her mom was out for the evening.

We made a perfunctory attempt at studying together at their dining room table, but not much progress seemed to be being made. We could both feel the sexual tension which charged the room. Maria toyed a little with my foot under the dining room table, and I reciprocated. She slipped off the flip-flops that she'd been wearing and slid her big toe up under my pant leg.

“I don't think we're ready for this,” Maria said as she stared at her chemistry book.

“Oh, OK. I understand,” I said, somewhat dejectedly.

Maria looked at me and smiled. “No, I mean these chemistry problems. I don't think we have the material yet.”

Relieved, I smiled back at her.

“Wanna see what's on TV?”

We sat on the couch, holding hands, watching late night TV. Maria clicked through the channels, but nothing was on. I felt the warm press of her thigh against mine as she moved closer to me, squeezing my hand and interlocking our fingers, but cast her eyes away from me. It felt good to be close to her, and there was a strange feeling of electricity in the air that night. She clicked past the local news, and then settled on the Johnny Carson show.

After the monologue, Maria turned to me and looked into my eyes. “Did you really mean that when you said you like being with me?”

“Of course,” I answered.

Her eyes turned down. “Were you joking when you said I made you hot?” She asked quietly.

“Of course not,” I replied, and reached over and put my arms around her. 

“It's just that, well, other guys teased me,” she replied, putting her hand on my arm.

“I would never joke about that.”

We turned to each other and she leaned closer to me in the dark blue glow of the television, her eyes deep and inviting. I bent forward and kissed her gently, and she responded tentatively at first, and then eagerly, pressing her lips against mine in fervent desire. 

“What about now?” She asked, turning sideways to me and giving me a deep, passionate, open mouth kiss.

“I really mean it,” I replied, and my arms reached around her ample figure and pulled her close as her soft lips caressed mine.

She responded eagerly, pressing her warm, full body against mine, and kissing me fully and deeply, fondling and exploring my body like she wanted to own it, to know every inch of it. Soon her hands were in my pants as I fumbled with her blouse, and soon I was caressing and licking each of those beautiful silver-dollar sized nipples. She arched her back and moaned with pleasure as I stroked her growing wetness. She reached over and sucked my throbbing manhood and, trembling, she gave herself to me in that sweet night on her living room floor.

MARIA’S DIARY

Shane came over to study and I have to say I was so nervous! I couldn’t study or anything. Why? It makes no sense. There was something about what Kim said, and the fact that we were now alone, together, that made me strangely excited, afraid, but maybe a little aroused.

When he held my hand, I think I was trembling. I knew he wanted me then, and I could have him, all of him if I wanted to. I’m so glad he kissed me first but I was dying for it - what took you so long, I wanted to say! After that kiss he pulled back for a moment, as though thinking of something, and his eyes flickered from my eyes to my mouth, and then he reached around my head and pulled me close and gave me a deep, open mouthed kiss, his tongue eager in my mouth, and I responded with ardent passion.

I had waited so long for this!! I finally ran my fingers through his cute curly hair as he pulled me to him. Then I felt his hands slipping down, down my back, exploring, caressing, fondling me. A flame of passion burst upwards inside of me and my body started responding to his gentle ministrations.

I closed my eyes and I could feel his hand slowly moved first down the top of my thigh to the knee, then back up, ever so slowly, to my chest. I moved to kiss his neck, ear, adam's apple, and throat as he slowly unbuttoned each delicate button of that blouse. Electricity coursed through my skin as he boldly slid his hand inside and gently toyed with the left one. I must have pulled him towards me as his soft, full lips brushed over my quickly swelling nipples. It felt so good to have him on me, to feel the heat of his body pressed against me. I could feel myself growing wet down there, my body preparing to take him - all of him, all the way.

His other hand was now making its way back up the inside of my thigh, and then he pressed my palm between my legs, and he felt me rock upwards, pushing back against his hand, his hot breath warm on my neck. He started to stroke me through my jeans, and I’m sure he could feel my hot, wet eagerness even through the heavy denim. His hand felt so damn good!

While he was caressing me, I reached up and unclasped my bra and pulled it off, sensuously (I hope) arching my back and showing him my full, round breasts which were pretty sexy, even in the flickering blue glow of late night television. It made me feel sexy and cat-like! His eyes opened wide while I rocked back and toyed with them. I don’t know if he’s been with girls much, but I bet he’s never had any like mine before.

He rolled towards me, putting his knee between my thighs and pressed his eager lips over my left nipple and I felt it swell and firm between his lips. His tongue was warm and gentle and I felt a sudden surge of affectionate desire for him.

While he was kissing my breasts, I let my hand slip down over his buttocks, inside his jeans. Wow! They were so round and firm! He has such a cute little ass! Not so muscular like Keith’s but very nice and tight. I couldn’t help but let my hands run inside his underwear and then grab his ass and pull him to me. Suddenly he was on me, spreading my legs apart with his thighs, and then I could feel his swollen manhood, hot and eager inside his pants, pressed against my eager wet pussy through my jeans. I closed my eyes as he pulled me close and started stroking himself against me, and then for a moment it was Keith holding me, Keith taking my body, lifting me, owning me...commanding me.

 Shane took my hand in his, and slowly, slowly lowered it down so that my palm was pressed against the base of his manhood through his jeans. Then he started unbuttoning them, first the big, top button, and then, the next one, and with each one he was even more ready to explode. I could feel how tight his balls were and then I felt it twitch! Is it supposed to do that? Suddenly I felt a panic.

I told him to stop and wait. I needed something - something to slow down, something to relax me. Jeez, I was so nervous and at the same time so...eager. I guess that was it, in hindsight I was trying to stop something that nature wanted for me. Yeah, it wanted me to make babies. Good thing I was on the Pill, as Shane knew because a while back there had been a big controversy about it and it almost got me kicked out of the house. Shane was so sweet, supporting me emotionally, even when he knew it wasn’t for him. It wasn’t for ANYONE, but that wasn’t the point. It was for me - for me to control my own destiny, my own body.

I went off in a daze, first to my bedroom, where I ditched my jeans and bra and put on a comfy big t-shirt. Then I got some pillows, and a blanket and then to the kitchen for a minute, I couldn’t think of what to bring, so I stole some Whiskey from the liquor cabinet and poured it over some ice in a couple of tumblers.

We knelt together and clinked our glasses together, and then he took a big drink of his and made a scowling face, and then smiled at me. His eyes were bright and smiling behind that cool tumbler which was now starting to sweat in the sultry heat of that summer night. Oh, Shane! Why are you doing this to me? What is in your heart, my dear boy? And yet, I can’t say what’s in my own. So...here goes.

I drank and felt the whiskey's sweet burn as it went down my throat. Then, still kneeling, Shane pulled me close and kissed me again, passionately, pressing our warm bodies together. He held my head in his hands and reciprocated my passion, and then pulled away and finished the rest of the drink.