Frank wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his glove and continued to prune the Seymour’s roses. It was 12:45, and like clockwork, he heard Dee and her friend Tanya wander through the back garden. He peeked out from behind the flowers and saw them walking barefoot to the gazebo with a picnic lunch. Dee wore her customary, lightweight flower print dress. Her bright smile and golden corn silk hair gave her a goddess like beauty. Her dress hugged her hips and highlighted her perky tits. Dee’s hard nipples pressed against the thin cloth, making it obvious that she wore no bra. She saw Frank working in the garden, flashed him a broad smile, and waved. Frank waved back and pretended to prune the flowers; instead he watched the women. With short dark hair and olive skin, Tanya was Dee’s opposite. Her full, round face matched her full rounded body. A skimpy halter-top left vast portions of her giant jugs bare; her dangerously short cut-offs exposed wide moonbeams.
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The pair sat in the shady part of the gazebo. Frank moved around some other bushes where he could watch without being seen. The two women fed each other ripe peaches and plums from the basket. They let sweet juice run down their chins, allowing the other to lick it up. When they were satisfied, Dee closed the basket and put it aside. With the warm sun on his back, Frank stared as Tanya stood in front of Dee and put one foot up on the bench. Her whole broad ass was hanging out of her shorts; the crotch was wedged between her smooth cheeks like a thong. The dark one leaned forward and kissed the goddess hard on the mouth. It was clear who was in charge today. Frank slowly crept closer. His cock hardened and pressed against his shorts as he watched. The blonde dug into Tanya’s crotch and began rubbing her pussy. Tanya reached out and tweaked a nipple. “Oh, so wet already,” Dee, said. “I’m always wet for you, Baby.” Read more
If ever there was a time I needed to get to get away for some time in the woods, it was then. What I didn’t need was the hassle of two camping rookies, even if they were my friends. And the last thing, the very last thing in existence that I needed or wanted was to be with a couple in mad, passionate lust. Since Carla split, I just wanted to be alone. Alone in the woods would be even better. My friends, Paul and Melanie didn’t see it that way. They figured I needed someone around so I didn’t do anything stupid. The way I saw it was they’d already flunked that test. I was already doing something stupid. I was camping with them. Before the night was over, I’d discover that maybe camping with them wasn’t so stupid after all.
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Don’t get me wrong. I love Paul and Mel. I’d known about Paul since high school. He was the best shortstop in the state. I was the best second baseman. We toured the State campus together when they were recruiting us. We both got scholarships and ended up rooming together. State had a killer infield and I had a friend. We met Mel our freshman year. I think we both had a crush on her. Her violet eyes, pixie face, long black hair and killer body made her stand out in a crowd but it was her sense of humor and warmth that made her part of our crowd. I’m still not sure how Paul managed to first get into her pants. Just about one of the few things he’s refused to tell me since I’ve known him. Read more
Being named Charles Brown automatically gives you some extra baggage to haul around. First of all, people just can’t resist calling you Charlie. Then, of course, there’s that annoying song. Let the record show that I have heard the line “why’s everybody always picking on me?” approximately 10,000 times. It is no longer witty or funny. The guy who drew the Peanuts comic strip, however, was both witty and funny. I just wished he’d named the kid with the big round head Johnny White or Jimmy Black. Despite all the extra grief it caused me, I loved that strip. Sometimes I thought the guy who drew it was following me around, just grabbing little pieces of my life. How else would he have known about my crush on the curly redheaded girl?
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She lived down by the river. Her folks had a big wooden fence around the property and a swimming pool. Her dad was some kind of doctor and they had money. My dad worked at a grocery store. Sometimes, in the summer, I’d wander down the riverbank and sneak up to that big fence. Looking through a knothole, I’d sometimes see Shirley swimming or playing around the pool. As much as I loved the sight, I never looked too long. I was afraid I was going to get caught and sent to jail or something. Kids do some crazy things! I’m not a kid anymore. I’m Corporal Charles Brown, US Army Airborne, and a well-trained fighting machine. I hadn’t even thought about that fence in years. Then, right before I shipped out, I took a walk and it all came back in a rush. What a rush! Read more
