I fell asleep on the train and had a dream that Gus Wells was grazing his big, meaty dong over my tits, down over my tummy, then brushing my cunt hairs with it. Slowly, all slowly. Oh, it was a lovely, purple-headed cock and my body felt like I was walking through the fires of hell – or better yet, heaven – as he velvet-touched it down over my spread thighs. It was a dream I've had many times before, and I always wake up sweaty and completely frustrated, because the damned dream never has an ending.
And in the dream I would then feel his face against the tender flesh of my belly, his rough hands gripping the cheeks of my ass, his hot breath tormenting me. Then his mouth working on my nipples, sucking each one in turn between his lips and biting them lightly. Then his head moving lower and planting a wet kiss at the top of my clit. And I can always actually feel his warm tongue slipping between my cunt-lips in strong back and forth strokes.
And, as usual, my body wriggles and squirms. And me all hungry to see his warm, sensual mouth all ripe and full of me, his hot maniac-eyes wide, then fluttering. And oh, his fat red knob planked out between his hairy thighs, in full view, driving me crazier for it. And his fingers playing with that big gorilla-prick until it loomed up even larger and gleamed like something unreal.
Well, it wasn't real, after all. Just a silly dream. I awoke, sighed, and tried to calm myself.
When the train pulled into Long Island station, I was already standing at the top of the stairs, prepared to jump off the moment the train stopped. I had my suitcase in my hand, and my small blue overnight bag was sitting next to me on the top step of the stairs. It had been a long trip in from New York, and I was anxious to begin my summer in the country.
Excitement made my skin tingle.
A whole summer, I thought. Free! Away from the city, away from my parents! Nothing to do but go to the beach and have a good time!
I felt the anticipation of adventure that only an eighteen-year-old girl can know when she's away from home for the first time in her life.
I corrected myself. Not the first time. Last summer I had been here.
I laughed wickedly to myself and licked my lips, tasting the creamy thickness of my orange-flavored lipstick.
But that was different. Last summer I had been naive and innocent. Last summer I was still a virgin.
But this summer was different.
The door of the train slid silently open, and a bright flood of sunlight poured into the train. I squinted into the world beyond, searching excitedly through the golden tint of my sunglasses.
"Riverhead!" the conductor announced.
The train jerked to a halt, and I picked up my overnight bag. I stepped from the train and looked around the station. The sun felt good on my legs, and a cool summer breeze made my short skirt flap against my thighs. I had purposely worn my briefest, sexiest dress. I was anxious to show the Wells family how much I had grown since last summer. I was especially anxious to see Gus Wells' reaction.
"Tootsie!" someone called out in a squeaky little voice. "I see Tootsie! I see Tootsie!"
I turned towards the voice. It was five-year-old Percy, and he was screeching in ecstasy at his discovery.
The whole family was standing together, farther down the platform, huddled before a black station wagon. Cindy was jumping up and down and Gus was waving his arm. Only Mimi hadn't spotted me yet.
I ran towards them, feeling happy and light-headed. I was glad to see them. Glad not only because of the freedom they represented, but genuinely glad to see them because I had missed them. A year is a long time.
"Percy!" I shouted. I put my bags down and lifted the small boy high in the air. He giggled happily.
"Me, too!" someone cried, tugging at the hem of my dress. "Me, too!"
It was Cindy. God, how she had grown! She was tall and slim, and had lost most of her baby fat. There was a tomboyish quality about her now. Her long black waves, had been snipped oft and she now had a closely cropped shag haircut. She was grinning broadly, and I saw that her two front teeth were missing.
I put Percy down and kissed Cindy on the cheek. Then I lifted her in my arms and tried to swing her in the air as I had last summer. Her body seemed heavier, but my enthusiasm charged through my muscles, and the little girl swung through the air.
"Oh, put her down," Mimi Wells said, catching up with her children. "She's much too heavy, Tootsie!"
"No, she's not!" I insisted, but I put her down anyhow. "Hi!"
Mimi Wells embraced me and kissed my cheek. "My God!" she said. "How you've grown!"
She pushed me away from her embrace, and let her eyes travel across my body. I watched with pride as her eyes widened in surprise as they rose up from my hips to my pinched, narrow waist, right up to my full, hard tits. She nodded appreciatively at my smiling face.
"My, my, my!" she said. "What happened to you?"
I giggled. "I guess I grew up."
"I'll say!" She turned and pointed to me for her husband's benefit. "Gus, come and see this!"
Gus Wells hadn't changed very much. He was still gorgeous-looking. He was wearing a terry beach shirt, open to the middle of his chest, and a pair of white tennis shorts. His skin was tanned to a deep brown; it looked very striking against the soft white material of his clothing. Short dark hairs curled up from his broad chest and sprouted through the open cleavage of the half-buttoned shirt. He was wearing his hair longer than last year – but it still was as dark as then. He had on a pair of dark-green sunglasses, and he was smiling happily at me.
"Is that Tootsie?" he asked.
His voice went right through me, and I felt myself shudder with excitement. Just being near him made my whole body quiver. My nipples grew hard, and I felt an unexpected wetness in the crotch of my panties.
"Hi!" I said meekly. "It's me."
Gus pulled me to him in a hug. I felt my head spin as my body crushed tightly against the hardness of his muscles. He was like a movie star – dark and exciting! A trim, firm body that seemed at least ten years younger than his thirty-five-year-old age. Gus Wells was a very sexy man.
He kissed me and laughed. "What happened to the skinny girl?"
I blushed. He was looking at my tits.
"Don't tease her!" Mimi Wells said, poking her husband.
God, I thought, it was so good to be back! The last few weeks of school had been such torture. I couldn't wait! But now I was here, and the whole summer stretched before me like an endless golden meadow. It was good to be back, very good.
"Let me carry your bag," Percy said. He lifted the blue overnight case and struggled with it. Cindy grabbed my suitcase. Together, with their arms around me the five of us walked towards the car.
I was barraged with a thousand questions: "How are you?"
"How's your mother and father?"
"How did you do in school?"
"How was the trip in?"
"Are you hungry?" I hardly answered one before I was lit with two more.
My head was spinning from so much attention. I settled into the back seat of the station wagon, sandwiched between Percy and Cindy. Mimi and Gus sat in the front seat, with Gus driving. The motor started, and we were off.
"Wait until you see the house," Mimi said. She was sitting with her arm over the back of the seat, facing me. "Gus had it painted, and we added a playroom…"
Her words poured out, and I continued to acknowledge them with a nod of my head and an occasional exclamation of surprise, but only a part of my mind was concentrating on what Mimi was saying. The rest of my awareness was pulling itself together and calming my excitation with a reassuring observation.
They're so kind, I thought. They treat me as though I were really a part of the family and not like hired help…
Hired help! How absurd. Sure, I work for them – if you can call what I do work. Being a mother's helper for a family like the Wells' is the closest thing to getting paid for doing nothing at all. They pay me for doing the very same jobs I had to do at home: taking care of the kids, going to the store, helping with the housework, and giving Mrs. Wells a hand with everything.
Hell. I even get one day off a week, plus any night after the kids are asleep or whenever they just don't need me. My free time is my own – no questions asked. That kind of freedom my mother would never have allowed. But here – it's a part of the job. Even when I'm forced to work, the conditions are perfect. Taking care of the kids means taking them to a movie or the beach or on a picnic! We go swimming almost every day, have barbecues at night, and go to beach parties on the weekends. Usually I can sleep as late as I want, my room and board is free, and I can stay out as late as I want at night – within reason.
All this, and I get paid, too!
It's more a vacation than a job.
I thought back to last year – it had been a paradise for me. My very first taste of freedom and independence.
And this year I intended to pick up right where I left off only this year would be even better. I had more ways now of enjoying myself on my days off…
I tried to remember the boys I had met here last year. God! I had been such an unbelievably naive jerk! I must have fallen in love at least ten times before the end of the summer! And what did we do? We amused ourselves with a little kissing and touching, and drinking warm beer under the boardwalks at night.
But that was last year, and it was all changed now. I had a three-month supply of birth-control pills, and I intended to use them. If I did any kissing and petting this year, it would only be a preliminary to something bigger and better. I had no intention of wasting all this freedom.
I must have laughed out loud, because Mimi Wells looked at me in a kind of curious way. It was almost as though she knew what I was thinking.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
I blushed. "Oh, nothing. I'm just so glad to be back."
"Good," she said. "Because we're glad to have you back. The kids missed you. We missed you. I'm sure you're going to have a good summer."
I said I was sure of the same thing.
The car pulled into the driveway of the Wellses' summer house. The house was small, wood-framed, with a fresh coat of white paint that made the sunlight dance all over it. I could smell the ocean in the air, and the soil around the house was more sand than anything else. I longed to put my bathing suit on and splash freely in the ocean.
"Why don't you unpack later," Gus suggested. "Get your bathing suit and we'll go down to the beach."
I looked hopefully at Mimi. With a mother's helper, the wife was the boss. But she was smiling, and I knew it would be all right.
"Okay," she agreed.
The kids cheered the decision, and I felt like jumping for joy myself. I restrained my enthusiasm with difficulty.
"Do I have the same room?" I asked, only being partially successful at keeping the excitement from my voice.
"Same room."
"I'll just be a moment," I said.
I ran into the empty summer house, while my summer family waited for me outside. My skin felt as though it were smothering; I began to take my clothing from my body as a prisoner might shed his chains and prison garb. I felt the exciting freedom of a cool salt breeze, tickling up against my nakedness as it blew in through an open window.
I popped open my suitcase, and pulled out some shorts and tops and other summer clothes that I would need. I began placing them on the bed in a very sloppy and anxious way. And hidden underneath everything else was my bathing suit. A bikini bathing suit. Very brief and very, very daring.
If Mom could see this, I thought to myself, pulling the bottoms up my long firm legs and thighs until I felt the elastic tightness of the material snuggled firmly against my cunt.
The other bathing suit I had packed – the one my mother knew about – was an old, ugly one-piece thing that I had brought with me only to appease her. If she only knew about this one – God! She'd have a heart attack on the spot.
It took me nearly two months to save up enough money to buy this bikini bathing suit, but the time and the effort was well worth it.
I leaned forward and plopped my tits into the tiny cups of the top piece. I fastened the back strap and looked at myself in the mirror. My tits were pushed up, and full and firm, with the soft curve of each breast exposed almost to the nipple.
It was worth it, I assured myself when Gus Wells sees me in this.
I laughed again.
It was going to be a good summer.
It was dark when we got back from the beach. The kids were sleeping on the back seat. I carried Percy in on my shoulder, and Gus carried Cindy.
The nights out here this close to the ocean are usually very cool, regardless of how hot the days are. This night was no exception, and I shivered in my wet bathing suit at the touch of the wind.
I carried Percy to his room and placed him in a sleeping ball on his bed.
"I'll undress him," Mimi offered. "Why don't you take your shower and get some sleep? You must be exhausted."
I didn't give her an argument. My body felt drained, as though the heat of the sun and the pounding of the surf had somehow combined to siphon off my enthusiasm. I could still feel the ebb and the flow of the ocean's tide in my muscles, and the floor beneath my feet seemed to bob up and down.
I showered quickly, enjoying the icy prickling the tiny needles of water made against my exhausted flesh. I left the shower feeling refreshed and revived. I stood on the damp tile floor and rubbed a fluffy terry towel over my skin, ostensibly drying it, yet oddly awakening it in a smoldering fire.
I rubbed the towel between my legs, relishing the soft pressure of my hand against my flesh. The edge of the towel slipped between my cunt-lips, and I felt an unexpected shudder flutter down my legs. I cupped the towel against the mound of my cunt, holding it firmly in my hand.
On the bathroom door was a full-length mirror, and I found myself fascinated at my reflection. My long dark hair was wet, and it hung straight down over my shoulders like thick black lines. My tits were firm and solid, heavy but not sagging. I could see the creamy whiteness near the tips, where my tan ended. My nipples were erect and red-brown; bubbles of water beaded against my flesh. The overhead light caught the bubbles and made them dance, like diamonds decorating my tits.
My waist was slim and flat – so small that it made my tits appear larger than they actually were. My hips flared out nicely, but not yet fully rounded. A few more years would fill them out in ripe, mature curves. But there was enough there to assure me of the promise of things to come.
My arm and hand cut across my stomach like a diagonal line, with the white folds of the towel draped down between my open legs. I could just see a few dark hairs near the edge of my cunt, curling out from under the towel.
I dropped the towel and moved my hand to the side. Involuntarily, my breath sucked inward at the sight. The mound of my cunt was broad and wide, heavily covered with a thick brown hair that now looked black from the shower. The sight pleased and excited me. I don't know whether it was because I had developed late, or whether my awareness of my own body and what was happening to it had been blunted by so many years of sleeping adolescence.