The Summer of Last Resort (13 page)

“It’s OK, Keith.”

“You gotta believe me, I didn’t do anything. My friends…” Keith tapered off.

“They’re OK, Keith. But you have to tell me everything.”

Keith’s member was now curved upwards towards the ceiling and was hot under her touch. She let it bounce freely for a moment, hoping to keep him right on the edge for as long as possible.

“All right, Sandy. But I want you to know that I love my girlfriend.”

“I know.”

He reached back, not turning, and grabbed her thigh with his strong hand. She pressed herself against his strong back and wrapped her arms around his hips while his hand kneaded her rump. He smelled so good, so sexual, and so strong and vulnerable. She took his other hand in hers, and gently guided it down over his rod. She tried to wrap her hand around the base of his member, but she could barely hold him. Then, with her other finger, she reached down and touched herself, letting her fingers enter, and then used her wetness to lubricate his turgid manhood. She gently stroked him, concentrating on the soft flesh under the head, but also letting her palm brush over the top. He could smell her sex, and she could feel herself dripping onto the mats. Suddenly she felt him throbbing in her hands and then felt a mighty jet whoosh out from his cock and the sound of his seed splattering the mats, first once, then again, then again, and yet again. His whole body shook as he turned, pushed Sandy down, and then masturbated himself into another, final orgasm, showering her with his hot seed, and then he fell down, spent.

And after Keith had spilled his seed, he spilled all his secrets to Sandy. He told her everything, all the details, and then left without saying goodbye.

Sandy was left alone in the dark, aroused, sweating, and lonely. She was aching to call Jake, to let him know what she’d found, but also with the desire to hear his voice. She wished she could smell him, but at the same time she was thinking about how it would have felt to have her legs wrapped around Keith, how it would be to have him lose himself inside her, like a man should, how she wanted him to collapse on top of her, spent, just as he had spent himself in front of her.

Sandy looked down at the floor. At least he’d cleaned up his own deposit, and deposited the towel in a hamper by the door. She breathed in and mixed in with the gym stench and the smell of his seed, still redolent in the air, she could make out the faint smell of his natural scent.

She looked around more carefully, and there, on a nearby bench, was his t-shirt. It was black and emblazoned with the company’s logo. Sandy picked it up and held it to her face, and suddenly her knees went weak and her head spun. She collapsed down onto the mats, and rolled over on her back, and then gently reached down and slipped her index finger inside herself, while she pulled Keith’s shirt to her face. She inhaled again and dreamed of Jake, and how he smiled at her, but then there was Keith, he was mounting her, spreading her legs wide open, and plunging is manhood deep into her! She responded by arching her back towards that phantasm of the imagination, but pressed herself more deeply, faster and faster, until her mental Keith lifted her up and exploded within her, and she cried out in spite of herself as she brought herself to climax.

Afterwards, Sandy quickly changed back into her street clothes – well, not exactly street clothes, as she’d considered seducing Keith with the short little red dress she now slipped into, put on her heels, and turned to walk out the door of Harry’s exercise emporium, but as she opened the door a man grabbed it and started walking in, blocking the way.

“Excuse me?” Sandy said, but the big man simply shoved her back into the building. Two other men stepped through the door in the dim light, and blocked the door. She tried to reach around them, but they moved.

“What’s going on?” Sandy asked anxiously.

One of the three men turned on a flashlight and shone it in Sandy’s eyes, so she couldn’t really see who they were.

“You seem pretty interested in Keith,” the first man said. “Especially in his friends. Who are you?”

When Sandy didn’t reply, the man holding the flashlight yelled “You heard the man!” and then seemed to make a move as if to strike her, but the first man blocked his arm, and then took the flashlight from him. The third man had come behind her and now was holding her arm. “You see, we have an interest in anyone who’s interested in our friends,” he continued. “Of course, with Keith, there’s a lot of interest,” he said, and salaciously explored Sandy’s body with the flashlight beam. “Yes, I can see why the interest.” Then he flicked the light off, and then went to the registration calendar and flicked through it.

“Well, I see a new member was here today… Sandy!”

“No, I’m Lucy!” Sandy protested.”

“Really? What’s your last name?”

“Uh… Delgado.”

“Nice try.” And the second man grabbed her purse and emptied the contents on the counter. Sandy’s Santa Fe ID and a couple credit cards were there along with keys, lipstick and the other knick-knacks that are essential to a modern woman, along with a few condoms which she’d wished she’d had with Keith. She hadn’t planned on getting into a situation like this, however. He picked up the driver’s license and handed it to the first man. “It’s her.”

“Well, Detective Sandy McGregor, we’ve heard about you.”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Did you get what you wanted from Keith?” the first man asked. Then he picked up a condom and flicked it at her. “I hope you used one of these with him,” he continued. “You never know where some guys will put that thing.” Then he nodded back to the second man, and just as the first man swung the light back to give it to the second man, Sandy twisted out of his grip and punched him in the throat, sending him sprawling back on the floor. Then as the third man reached for her other arm, she pivoted and kicked her heel into his groin, crushing his nuts and doubling him up in pain. Then there was a crack to her head, and stars and flashing lights filled the room as she crumpled to the floor, her last memory before blacking out was of the first man holding the butt of his handgun like a club.

She came to as she was being bundled into the trunk of a car, her wrists were zip-tied together behind her and she could tell that her ankles were bound. One very large, strong man was carrying her. There was tape on her mouth, but there was also a slit in the tape. Very professional, Sandy thought, but he dumped her in on her side, unceremoniously. She twisted her head to look back at him, but she couldn’t make out anything in the darkness. His massive hands were rough and calloused against her bare skin, and she could tell that her dress had come up and her ass was showing. He lasciviously stroked her thigh with his hand, moving it up and inwards, over her ass, and then his huge fingers pressed down on her vulva, still moist from her adventure. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but it was no use, she was helpless against those thick, rude sausage-like fingers. He looked around and then pretended to re-arrange some things in the trunk, but instead he pulled aside her panties and roughly shoved one finger inside her, and then he pulled it out and pressed it against the little bud of her anus.

“Keep your goddamn hands off the merchandise!” the first man growled, and slapped the big man. He grunted and slammed the trunk shut with a bang, and Sandy was left in the darkness.

MARIA

MARIA’S DIARY - June 31 – I don’t think I can stand this much more. I hate being stuck at home with my folks and my sisters. I should be off on my own - if only I could afford my own place! I’m sure they are tired of me being home, but I know they like having me around to look after everyone. Maybe I should just get out - maybe things are so crazy because I’m still there, and if I went away I would be forced to make some decisions.

I swear I love my parents but they drive me crazy! Dad is always on my case about how I look. He teases me about my size, but he thinks I dress either like a whore or a slob. Who is he to say? I came home the other day and Jessica had stolen some panties and my stockings and was prancing around in her room with them, teasing me ‘Ooh Keith, you’re so fine!’ I smacked her and told her I’d tell Mom about the money she stole last week if she breathed a word. She doesn’t know that if I wasn’t so scared I would have had Shane.

Keith called me last night. He was so sweet. He wanted to talk about how he has feelings for Kim, but he was confused now and finds himself drawn to me. God, that made me so thrilled, but I know Kim still wants him.  I don’t think I’m in love with him. I think he just would be a good fuck. Yeah, a great fuck. So may the hotter woman win! Anyway, that’s what I tell myself.

Sometimes Kim can be funny that way. I wonder if she remembers that there was a summer, several years ago when we were just a bunch of snot-nosed neighborhood kids, and all four of us went on a camping trip together with our families. I remember it, even if she doesn't remember what happened. Keith and Shane were camping in one tent and Kim was with me in another. It had been a long, hot summer day and we all sat around the campfire until late, not wanting to go to sleep, but our parents eventually put the fire out and walked us over to our tents. I remember feeling a chill in the air and looking jealously at Kim's down sleeping bag. I just had a hand-me-down from my older brother. She took off her clothes and changed into some silly pajamas, the kind with feet. I didn't have any; I just slept in my underwear. Kim reached down and then unzipped my sleeping bag and hers and then zipped the two of them together, like a blanket, and then we lay there together on top of the foam mat.

Sometime in the middle of the night I awoke to the tent flapping in the wind. A storm was coming and you could sense the electricity in the air. Suddenly the tent started to shake as a gust of wind caught it and then Kim startled and pulled me close. We embraced each other in the darkness as the storm surged around us, rain started to fall, and then in the midst of the storm she turned to me and held me close. I felt her warm breath on my neck and her body soft and warm against me, sometimes pressed against me in fear. I felt safe with her and sensed a strange feeling of wholeness while the storm raged outside. I nuzzled her neck and her chest rose as her breathing deepened. She whispered in my ear that she was afraid of being alone. I told her I was here. She said she meant that boys wouldn’t like her. I told her how crazy that was because she was so cute and I kissed her gently on the cheek. She made a little contented sound and nuzzled against my neck, and then I don’t know why but I kissed her cheek again and then she kissed my neck playfully. She giggled a little and kissed me back, and then I gently kissed her on the lips. She tasted sweet, like the twizzlers we had snuck into our tent. I don't know why I did it, or what she was thinking, but she suddenly got very quiet. She looked deep into my eyes, and then her eyes went to my mouth, and back to my eyes, and she didn't stop me. WhenI kissed her again and felt the warmth and softness of her lips against mine. She snuggled against me in the darkness, holding me close. How could this be wrong? I didn’t understand people, my parents least of all.

Suddenly I was startled by the sound of our tent being unzipped and Kim panicked and quickly pushed me away. It was only Shane and Keith. Kim asked them what the hell were they doing, and Keith sheepishly replied that their tent had fallen down. Kim yelled at them to go fix it, but then I got the flashlight out and shone it on them and they looked like a couple of drowned rats. All they had on were their whitey-titeys and they were shivering. Those poor boys! I unzipped the two sleeping bags, pushed Kim over into the good one, and let them have the old, smelly one. Just as we all started to settle down there was a loud bang and a crash as lightning struck somewhere nearby. Eventually they all settled down and the storm passed as we drifted off into sleep.

Something woke me up early in the morning, still in the darkness. The storm had passed and the heat of summer was back. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I looked over at the two boys lying on that ratty old sleeping bag next to us. In the faint predawn twilight I could make out that Keith had pushed the sleeping bag mostly off himself and was lying on his back. Shane lay next to him on his side, his back turned towards me.

His sleep was disturbed and I could see his brow furrow and he shook his head softly in his sleep. His hands clutched at the strip of sleeping bag which was draped between his thighs and his body rocked slowly as if he was too hot for the weather and he was trapped in its muggy embrace. I thought about waking him up, but thought better of it. I tried to reach over for the sleeping bag but I didn’t want to wake him or Kim. So I looked around and found a pencil and with that I carefully lifted the damp, musky bag off of him, only to discover that he was naked.

The nerve of that Kid!

I was so shocked, I dropped my pencil and turned away. Not only was he naked, he was having a sexual dream and was very aroused. I didn’t understand about boys and wet dreams then, although I’d heard about it. It seemed really gross. when I heard about it, but now maybe I’m not so sure. I must have turned my head away in shock, but then I couldn’t resist slowly turning back and staring. I couldn’t make out all the details in the soft light, and without my glasses it’s hard to see in dim light, but I could make out his firm member and his hand cupping his testicles the way boys do when they’re nervous.