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Lorelei part 2

"What a drag," Cathy sighed in sympathy, as I growled 
again about the prospective weekend with my old auntie. 
But my luck changed dramatically for the better when 
things were cancelled Friday afternoon. I phoned Cathy 
to let her know Saturday was on if she wanted to go to 
the Point, but couldn't get through to her early in the 
evening, and later on it just slipped my mind, there was 
still a good deal of family uproar as Mum got all 
dramatic about the episode and ran about phoning this 
family member and that. And then I took a perfectly 
selfish decision. Cathy could watch Sean next weekend by 
herself. I'd check him out on my own tomorrow. He might 
not have been my first choice for a peepshow, but his 
was the only show in town!

I admit right now, thanks to Sean I thought I was the 
racy one, a bit of a pimp, an authority on erections and 
masturbation and cumming. Lyn was the tragic, I was the 
sexpert voyeur, and Cathy was the innocent blushing 
sweetheart. Well, they say pride comes before falling, 
so to speak, but it was going to be an entertaining 
humbling. BoggleEye Point was set to truly boggle me.

My cave was becoming quite comfortably appointed now, 
with a old travel blanket folded up for comfy kneeling 
at the peephole and a slightly larger entry portal for 
easier, quieter entries and exits. I'd considered 
bringing the camera, but it does have a very noisy 
shutter; I was also bothered by the idea of having a 
film developed and somebody at the photolab noticing 
saucy photos. Way too messy, explaining my way out of 
that one!

I settled half-kneeling, half-laying, blissing out 
listening to the distant moan of the sea while I waited 
for Sean to make his appearance. And peered cautiously 
when I heard footsteps scraping over the stone 
below...but coming from the north side, not the south 
from which Sean generally made his appearance. Somebody 
else had arrived on the scene.

It was Cathy.

I groaned quietly. What was she doing down there? If 
Sean saw her, there'd be no way he'd perform, and worse 
still, he'd know his hideout was discovered and he'd 
never come back. I grabbed a handful of pebbles, but 
then thought twice. She didn't know I was here; she 
thought I'd be away for the weekend.

Just what the hell was she playing at, then? As I 
watched, she stripped off her shorts and tee, revealing 
her electric-blue bikini, and stuffed the clothing in 
her bag. She threw down a large blanket on the sand 
above the tideline, then pulled up her sketchblock. 
Taking only a few minutes, she made the rough outlines 
of the rocky outcrops to the south, then propped the 
sketchbook and charcoals on a nearby rock, casually 
askew as though she had left them there carelessly. She 
checked a watch hidden in her bag, then pulled out a 
bottle of tanning oil and rubbed on a second coating 
that made her body glisten. Then she whipped off her 
bikini top and tossed it over her bag, and rubbed extra 
oil into her nicely-shaped breasts, not too large, but 
big enough to give her some cleavage. Then she lay on 
her front, concealing her natural armament, and lay 
still and quiet.

I know how her mind works. "Oh, I came out here to 
sketch/look for dolphins, and it was so nice and private 
I thought I'd work on my tan...and then you showed up, 
Sean! How embarrassing!" Having a gentle laugh to 
myself, I wished her luck. Sean would turn and flee for 
fright, I was sure. The white stripe across her back was 
proof of how often Cathy went topless sunbathing.

 From my elevation, I saw him arrive first; glimpsed him 
before he scuttled crabwise and low to flatten himself 
against the rocks, then peer at who had invaded his 
secret place. He didn't flee. He was peeking just like 
me. Were his eyes devouring the rounded arcs of the 
edges of her breasts, where they pressed into the towel 
just beneath her armpits? If I'd been a true friend to 
Cathy, we'd have set this up between us, and I would 
have brought him to the cave to watch her..._Roll over!_ 
I thought at her. _He's looking! Show him what you've 
got!_

Then, he started softly whistling, and stood up to walk 
along the rocks, feigning nonchalance. Decision taken. 
Cathy sat up with her arms folded coyly across her 
front, and giggled. This only emphasised her cleavage. 
Both of them were blushing.

"Er, hi Sean, I didn't expect to see you here! You going 
fishing?"

"Um, yeah. You been sketching?" He hurried to her 
sketchbook, making himself tear his eyes from her. He 
was wearing the denims, and I'm sure I glimpsed the 
sidewise bump of an ill-hidden hardon. "Um, you can put 
your top on if you want, I won't look," he promised 
gallantly, making a show of turning his back to her.

"Ohh, hey," she laughed rather nervously, dropping her 
arms and letting her breasts swing free, emboldened by 
the fact he wasn't looking. "It's okay. I don't mind. 
It's not fair that guys can get around without shirts 
on, and girls can't. It's so much more comfortable."

He flipped the pages of her sketchpad industriously; 
half-turned, paused. "You...don't mind if a guy looks at 
your, er?"

"I trust you, Sean, you're a nice guy. Anyway, you've 
seen topless bathing before, or do you go to the beach 
with your eyes shut?"

Turning slowly, ears red with embarrassment, his eyes 
darted between her face and her breasts. She was 
blushing almost all the way down to her nipples, which 
were sticking out sharp and proud. "It's just that, um, 
it's...different when it's someone you, well, sort of 
know."

"Why? Don't I look good?"

His eyes went more overtly to her gleaming breasts. "No, 
no, you look fantastic, I mean...I better not interrupt, 
I'll go find somewhere else to fish."

"Oh, no, don't go, I'll cover up if it's bothering you. 
Why don't you hop up on the rocks over there and fish, 
and I'll sketch you? I need an interesting foreground 
object for that picture you've got there."

He obliged. His need to see her was outweighing his 
frustration and embarrassment. Perhaps, for all her own 
forced blase attitude, Cathy was going to do all right 
out of this encounter. He stood on the rocks with his 
back to her and cast his line, and she, remaining 
topless to do so, sketched him. She omitted his shorts, 
drawing shapely thighs and rounded buttocks with a 
skilled hand; and undoubtedly the assistance of memory.

"I'm sorry if I was being a bit dumb," he said at last, 
glancing back. "I just...never saw a nude girl up close 
before, like, you sort of look without looking when you 
see topless sunbathers, you don't stare, so I was a bit, 
er."

"I'm not nude," said Cathy saucily, tweaking her bikini 
bottom. "Want to see? My sketch, I mean; it's finished."

"Oh, yeah, sure." He put down his line and rejoined her 
on the beach, then did a doubletake.

"Don't you like it?"

"Where's my shorts?"

"Call it artistic license. I thought the picture would 
look better like that."

"Jeez." He knew as well as I do that artists have a 
natural X-ray vision. His brother's an automotive 
spraypainter by trade, and he's singlehandedly 
responsible for every voluptuous barbarian maiden hotrod 
bonnet and sin-bin mural on this stretch of the 
coastline. "If you were standing up there and I drew you 
in the nude, how would you feel?"

"Flattered," she grinned, leaning close enough to 
tantalise with that lethal cleavage. Now that I knew 
what to look for, he definitely had a hardon, and he 
must have been getting fit to burst. She sobered. "If 
you'd have been facing me, I couldn't have done that 
though, drawn you nude. I've never seen a naked man, so 
I can only ever draw a kind of bump."

"Er...would you want to, um, draw one of those?" His 
face was redder than a nav beacon, his grin lopsided and 
goofy; but there was a sobriety in his deep, dark eyes. 
He wasn't looking at her boobs any more, but gazing 
earnestly into her eyes, asking with them the things he 
hadn't the nerve to speak...yet.

She swallowed, nodded. "I'm curious, yeah. I don't know 
any guys who'd want to show me, though."

"What if I..?" he dared ask. She nodded, tongue flicking 
over her lips.  He drew a deep breath of mixed relief 
and anticipation. "Only thing is...you got to return the 
favour. If I lose my pants, so do you, so we're both 
naked, deal?"

"Fair's fair." And she bent down and slipped off her 
bikini, then glanced up at him coyly. He gazed at her, 
mouth open in surprise and awe, now seeing not only the 
ripe beauty of her breasts, but also that neat wedge of 
dark bronze pubic hair, guardian of her deepest secret. 
Then she lifted her chin. She'd kept her half of the 
bargain.

"I, er...I might, um, I might..." he stammered, putting 
his hands to his waistband.

"Go off?" she asked, a silken quality creeping into her 
voice that I had never heard from her before. He nodded 
jerkily, and she smiled, lids lowered.  "I'd like to see 
that."

She had seen him already. She had the advantage. He was 
the one going into unknown territory, but he kept his 
word. He unzipped his pants, and that least-shy part of 
him, that upright shaft emerged at last. He dropped his 
shorts to the sand and stepped out of them, and the 
world seemed to stand still as they gazed at each other, 
wordlessly, eyes roving up and down, relishing what they 
saw.

"Can I...look closer?" she asked quietly, sinking to her 
knees.

"If you touch me I'll explode," he said tightly. But the 
thought alone had been enough, for he gasped and twisted 
just slightly away from her.  Since he faced me this 
time I saw the shot of white come from his head. He 
clutched at his shaft while the pleasure possessed him, 
and Cathy watched with parted lips from her front-row 
seat. "Sorry," he gasped.

"Woww," she said slowly, getting to her feet, eyes 
locked with his. The flush on their faces was no longer 
from embarrassment. Her heart must have been thundering, 
her head spinning, her clitoris on fire...because I was 
feeling all that, and I was floating somewhere just 
above them.

"Could I...look at you? Up close?" he asked gently.  
"I've never seen...been...up close."

She nodded, and shifted to stand with her legs wider 
apart. Smiling, he went by her and sat on the blanket; 
she giggled, unsure of what position he had in mind and 
sat beside him, knees folded up. He pivoted on a hip and 
carefully placed a hand on her knee, with the lightest 
of pressure showing she should sit with her legs apart.

Now, below her dark bush, the moist pink of her slot was 
evident. He shuffled around on his elbows so that his 
face was within a handspan of that sacred pleasure zone, 
his expression unreadable as his eyes scanned her. 
Watching him, she placed her hands down there, and with 
her fingertips pulled back the petals of her outer 
labia. His lips moved as he murmured something; then he 
brought a fingertip up to touch the rosy flesh.  She let 
her lids fall shut, her body twitching with the thrill 
of his touch.

Then, very slowly, with that fingertip he teased the 
folds apart, running it around and around her entrance; 
lingering over her clitoris, wiggling back and forth, 
exploring that tantalising nubbin as it peeped from its 
hood. He traced and played, face alight with wonder; 
would dip his finger into the moisture of her well, then 
run that lubricated finger around and amidst her labia, 
exploring every millimetre of her.  She watched him 
examining her, breasts rising and falling with the depth 
of her breathing, nipples standing out as her arousal 
built and built. Letting go of her labia, with her hands 
she pulled her legs as far apart as they would go, 
wriggling her pelvis and raising herself up toward him 
to give him the best possible view and access. Then her 
eyes slid across to his crotch. His penis had not stayed 
soft for long. When she reached for him, he hoisted his 
hips closer, and her fingers folded over that swelling 
one-by-one. She stroked him steadily, feeling the spongy 
tissue harden as he grew longer.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she gave a gasp, pausing in 
her stroking. Sean watched, and when her eyes opened 
next he gazed intently at her, sliding his finger deeper 
into her well, slowly deeper, deeper, watching her 
breath and body shiver and shudder.

"Put it in me," she said, laying back on the blanket. 
"Let's do it." He withdrew his finger.

"Are you sure?"

"Please. Please, Sean."

The look on his face was one of profound tenderness as 
he brought his body over hers. He kept one hand on his 
cock to guide him, and rubbed his tip over her swollen, 
wet, needful slit so that she moaned and writhed and 
reached for his shaft too.

"Please, now, please!"

Together, they guided his head to her opening. She 
slipped her hand out from between them, grasping his 
hips, and he leaned into her. Her legs wrapped around 
his, her hands on his rump clutching at him hungrily as 
his buttocks thrust, moving him up and down, in and out, 
slowly at first then faster, faster. His shoulders 
flexed, muscles bulging has he held himself above her so 
that he could bury his face between her breasts, while 
hers contorted in an agonising ecstasy. They gasped in 
unison, doing it, bodies locked together.

I threw myself back from the peephole into soft sand and 
jammed my hand inside my pants, and released the fire-
button of my own throbbing clit. It was all I could do 
to stay silent, and I clutched handfuls of sand with my 
free hand.  Cathy's soft, high mews of pleasure spoke 
for me. I was hot, ecstatic, horny, jealous and 
delighted all at once.

When finally I ventured back to the window, they were 
laying cuddled together in each others' arms, bodies 
pressed together full-length. They stroked each others' 
faces in wonder and joy, now kissing tenderly, their 
eyes full of love. There was nothing in the world that 
could keep them apart now.

Creeping out of my burrow, I left them to their peace.

***

I stomped down the stone steps to the surf beach 
grumpily. It was just two days to the school dance; 
Mitch hadn't asked me to be his date yet, and I was as 
horny as hell besides. Lyn might have scored out, but 
Cathy had scored bigtime, and I was getting desperate. 
Of course Sean had asked her to the dance. They sure as 
hell weren't shy with each other anymore and were the 
hottest new item about, and Lyn and I were on our own at 
lunchtimes. I was glad true love had found its way with 
them; now I wished it would hurry up and find me.

_The next guy I see_, I vowed as I stamped onto the 
beach that day. The next eligible guy I saw, I'd ask to 
the dance; then at least I could say I was going with 
somebody.

And wouldn't you know it, the beach seemed deserted. How 
strange was that! Oh yes, a bunch of pre-pubescent kids 
playing up to the northside, and a bunch of fat old 
beach fishermen to the south. I wandered down to the 
waterline and let the waves rush around my feet, 
imagining and hoping Mitch might by some miracle appear 
from nowhere, and move with feline grace toward me. 
"Hey, Jo...hasn't anyone asked you to the dance yet?" 
He'd be wearing black Speedos, torso rippling as he 
moved...

Suddenly the shallows not far in front of me boiled, and 
something impossibly long and gangling erupted from the 
sea. He was six-four and shapeless, long hair plastered 
down over a frogman's mask, and as I goggled in 
disbelief he started an awkward, paddle-footed run out 
of the water, lifting his flippered feet high in order 
to move at all.

The universe has a very sick sense of humour. "Oh God, 
no, please..." I prayed softly, futilely. But my date 
had arrived. He was in my year, he was unattached, and I 
doubted he had a date yet. So much for Mitch emerging 
from my dreams. I had bad-lucked onto Renton.

There's nothing wrong with Renton, I suppose. He has the 
personality of a doorknob and the sex appeal of your 
average clothes-hoist. He's nice enough, but always 
seemed a bit snobbish to me. He duck-walked out of the 
water and pulled off his mask, wincing as it caught his 
hair. "Hi, Jo," he said in a low voice, as if he were 
disappointed it was me.

"Hey," I said, little more enthusiastic myself. "You 
bodysurfing?" 

"Practising. I'm not real good."

"I won't tell anyone I saw you."

"What you doing here?" he asked. "I thought you'd be 
hanging with Lyn or Cathy."

"Tell you the truth, I was hoping to find Mitch," I 
muttered. Was there any other alternative on this beach? 
"I wanted to ask him if he's going to the dance."

"Oh, yeah, the dance. I'm not really interested in that, 
it's kind of childish. I don't think Mitch's able to 
make it that night, that's why he hasn't asked anyone 
yet," he added helpfully. "Family birthday or something. 
I think he wanted to ask you."

I looked up suddenly, no longer quite so irritated with 
Renton. He gazed back from greenish-hazel eyes soberly. 
He wasn't malicious by nature, so I could believe him. 
"Damn," I muttered.

"Yeah, rotten luck."

"You weren't interested in going, then?" I commented. He 
shrugged jerkily.

"Couldn't care less," he said, bending to prise off his 
flippers.

"You wouldn't want to go along with me if I asked you, 
then," I concluded.

It was his turn to shoot me a guarded look. "Nobody's 
ever wanted to go to a dance with me."

"I'll be frank. Mitch was my first choice, but he's nix. 
How about you?" I was careful not to seem too insulting-
-I could have added "Who else is left?", but that would 
have been cruel. All the same, he seemed to read me loud 
and clear.

"All right," he said, "so long as I don't get any better 
offers. See you." And he walked off just like that.

***

Of course I was ropable, insulted to boot. When I found 
Cathy and Lyn at our regular caf they listened patiently 
while I sounded off. I'd gotten myself stuck with 
someone I didn't really want, but I'm cussed enough to 
take the punishment. I'd set myself up for this, so I'd 
see it through for good or ill--ill the most likely 
outcome.

"Better offers!" I huffed. "As if he's going to get a 
better offer! He really knows how to impress...better 
offers, hah! I'm gonna be a laughing-stock anyway."

Lyn and Cathy looked up, at each other, at me, up again. 
"Hi, Mitch," Cathy smiled.

My heart stopped on a dime. _Where the hell were you 
half an hour ago!_ He slipped into the seat beside me, 
almond shaped eyes smiling. "Jo," he said, "could we 
have a word?"

"Ah, sure!" I stammered, spellbound. Then I lifted off 
and floated after Mitch between the tables to a 
sheltered corner of the mall. Did Cathy and Lyn titter 
and nudge each other behind my back? Did I care?

He was gorgeous, with his smooth oval face and the 
dimple in his chin. His very self-possession made him 
stand out from the crowd. And right now I had his 
undivided attention. "Look," he said, brushing a hand 
through his silken black hair, "I owe you an apology, 
Jo. With the dance coming up and all, see...I can't make 
it, the family's going to be out of town that week. I 
was going to ask you to be my date, but, I didn't want 
to disappoint you by having to pull out and, well, to be 
honest," he shrugged, "I wasn't sure you'd want to go, 
you seem far too mature for such things."

"Oh, that's okay," I fumbled. "I'm sorry you'll miss it, 
the dance. Thanks for thinking of me."

"I hear Renton's the lucky man," he said with a rueful 
smile.

"Only because he said you couldn't make it, he wasn't my 
first choice," I covered hastily, and he laughed. "I 
don't think he's very impressed by the prospect."

"Who, Renton? He's on cloud nine, he's thrilled to 
bits."

"What!" I was gobsmacked, and Mitch laughed gently 
again.

"Be kind to him, Jo. He thinks he's a hopeless case, and 
you've made him a happy man. He's a good mate of mine, 
so don't hurt him eh?"

"Um, sure, but there's nothing going on between him and 
I, Mitch, you can be sure of that!"

He put up his hands in a placatory gesture. "That's 
cool, I know! Anyway, I'll cut to the chase. Since I 
can't take you to the dance, can I make you an 
alternative offer?"

Could he? My God! "Sure," I said, batting my eyelids; I 
couldn't help it. He grinned.

"I'm going to be taking possession of a new runabout 
next week, and wondered if you'd like to come on a 
round-the-harbour picnic cruise, just the two of us? I'm 
sure we could find plenty to talk about."

"That'd be fantastic, yeah! I'd love to, Mitch, thank 
you!"

"All right, we'll call that a date, then."

***

"We-ell?" my friends chorused when I returned to the 
table. My mood had switched 180 degrees from earlier. 
Putting up with Renton for an evening would be easy with 
the prospect of a much hotter date beyond the school 
dance.

"But Mitch said Renton was pretty excited about the idea 
of going to the dance with me. That wasn't the 
impression I got," I puzzled.

"Renton's just shy," said Lyn, "and probably too proud 
to admit it. Don't freak out about the dance too much, 
Jo; I'll be there with Russ, but I'll stick with you if 
you need help."

"You would?" She nodded, and I remembered--things 
weren't going too well between her and Russ. "You're a 
true friend, Lyn, thank you."

We finished our drinks and prepared to go. Sean was 
picking Cathy up, and when we went to the washroom she 
asked me a question I had been waiting for. "Umm, Jo, 
you know BoggleEye Point?"

"I wasn't planning on heading up there anymore," I said 
honestly. "I've seen all that I needed to see--but if 
you want to go, well, you know where it is. I got Mitch 
to think of; I don't want to perve on Sean. And if I 
have to go around Nanny's garden once more, I'm gonna 
scream!" 

"Really? Thanks, Jo, thank you," she said sincerely. "It 
was wonderful of you to show me that. I hope things work 
out well for Mitch and you."

Outside, Sean was waiting, chatting to Lyn. He greeted 
Cathy with a lingering kiss, and their casual arm-in-arm 
stance spoke volumes. "Wow," said Lyn a mite enviously 
as they walked away, lost in each others' eyes. "Do you 
reckon they've..?"

"If they haven't already," I sighed knowingly, "it won't 
be long before they do. Half their luck!"

***
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