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CHAPTER 88

Friday morning I called Meg to tell her I'd be at her house around ten
o'clock and to bring her bathing suit. She gave me directions and I
followed them to one of the older neighborhoods in the Hollywood
hills. Bill and I had once driven through the area and he told me
that's where a lot of young people lived that came to town looking for
work in the movies. It was exactly ten o'clock when I pulled in front
of her address to find her standing on the sidewalk with a duffle bag
over her shoulder. It was already getting warm outside and she was
dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair was in a pony-tail sticking
out the back of a baseball cap, and she looked cuter than hell. When I
got out of the car to take her bag I said, "Damn, you really look cute
this morning." She blinked, before answering, "Thank you," and I
thought I caught a hint of a blush as she climbed into the car. 
The airport is only about twenty minutes from her house, and when I
pulled through the main gate she sat up in her seat and began looking
around. When I pulled the car next to our plane she asked, "Why are we
here?"
I hadn't mentioned that we were going to fly to La Jolla because I
wanted to surprise her. I didn't count on the fact that she seemed
worried, so I said, "It's your magic carpet ride. Just sit there and
relax while I get things ready, Erin wasn't kidding when she said I
wouldn't let anything bad happen to you." 
She sat watching me as I gave the plane a careful preflight, and when
I complete the checkout I made a point to nod my head knowingly and
declare everything to be perfect. She seemed okay when I led her to
the plane and seated her, but I could feel her trembling when I leaned
over her and fastened the seatbelt. The wind was calm so the takeoff
went smoothly, and when we got to cruising altitude I settled back and
looked over at her. Her eyes were big as saucers and she seemed to be
enjoying herself, but she was clutching her hands together so hard
that her knuckles were white. So I reached over with one hand and put
it over hers. Her head snapped around and she said, "Uhh, shouldn't
you be steering with both hands?"
"No, it's perfectly safe. I promised someone I wouldn't let anything
happen to you."
She raised an eyebrow and said, "Really? Who'd you promise that to?"
"The manager at the studio lunchroom made me promise to keep you safe.
He said a good portion of their income depends on you."
It took her a second to understand what I said, then she laughed out
loud and took a playful swipe at me. For the rest of the trip she
seemed to relax and she began pointing out things on the ground and
asking me about them. It's only a little over a hundred air miles to
La Jolla so it wasn't long before we entered the pattern at La Jolla
airport. As soon as we landed I called the number Jay had given me and
told Gus we were here. He said he'd be right over, so Meg and I had a
seat, and she said, "So far it's been pretty exciting, what's in store
for the rest of the weekend?"
"Well, mainly we're here to relax. Jay says we have reservations at
somewhere special for dinner, the rest we'll play by ear."
"This Jay person, is he an old friend of your?"
I told her about Jay and how he wanted to spend some time with Marla,
then I explained that he was bringing a friend along to meet her.
She frowned and said, "Oh, so this is a setup?"
I took her hands and said, "It's only a setup if you want it to be.
We're down here to have fun. If you don't like the guy, or something
happens to make you uncomfortable, we can always leave. I wasn't
kidding when I said I'd watch out for you."
"I know you weren't. You like taking care of people don't you?"
"I guess so. You must too, you've been watching out for me lately."
"I'm getting paid to do it."
"Well, you're doing a good job and I appreciate it."
We sat quietly for a minute then she said, "Okay, tell me about this
weekend."
"Well, Jay's family has a home down here, so we're going to stay at
his place. He said it's a big place with plenty of room."
"You said there'll be some other girls here."
"Yes. Two friends of mine are working down here this weekend and
they're going to meet us. They both work for WE. I'm sure they'll tell
you all about it."
"So, these girls are not high-school friends of yours."
I smiled at her and said, "No. They're not as ancient as you are, but
they're both out of high-school."
She scowled and stuck her tongue out at me, then she asked, "This girl
you're here to meet. Is she your girlfriend?"
"No, she just a friend. Her name is Monique and she's a model. She's
been working in New York for a while and she just came back to LA.
She's working for WE right now and she's down here this weekend doing
glamour shots. The other girl's name is Marla. She also works for WE.
I introduced her to Jay a while back and he said he wanted to get to
know her."
"So we're going to Jay's house now?"
"Yes. Jay and his friend are driving down later."
"What do you know about his friend?"
"Jay told me that the warden at Sing-Sing prison said that both times
the guy was an inmate there he was a model prisoner, and that the
reports of him being a rapist and a child molester were mostly false."
She made a face at me and said, "Knock it off! C'mon, what do you know
about him?"
I decided I'd let the guy tell her about himself, so I said, "Nothing
really, but Jay says he a good guy."
Just then a heavy-set older man stepped up to us and said, "Hi, I'm
Gus. Are you Pete?" When I nodded, he grabbed our bags and we followed
him to a late-model station wagon. He put our bags in the back, then
he held the door for us to get in the car. Meg got in first and slid
her cute butt across the seat. I noticed Gus watching her with a
slight smile on his face. It wasn't a lecherous look, just one of
appreciation. When he looked at me I winked at him, which caused him
to smile big. He was still smiling as we drove away. 

I read about La Jolla when I was at school. It's a beach town just
north of San Diego and it's supposed to have some of the best weather
in the country. The seniors in school all talked about the fact that
UC San Diego was near there, and it had the reputation of being a real
party school. But you either had to live in campus housing or
somewhere far away, because everything around La Jolla was very
expensive and only rich people lived there. That became obvious by the
size of the houses we were passing and even more so the closer we got
to the beach. It turned out that Jay's place was right on the beach
and Gus pulled the car into one of the larger ones. It was a two story
place and it sat on a small rise that made it a little higher than the
houses around it. Plus it had a railing around what appeared to be an
open deck on top. We grabbed our bags and followed him inside. The
house was huge, with high ceilings and full height windows that looked
out over the ocean. He took us up a flight of stairs to a large U
shaped room with two doors in front and two on each side. He took us
to one side, opened two of the doors, and said, "You're the first ones
here so you get the rooms with the best view." Then he pointed to a
circular stairway at the back, and said, "After you freshen up, go up
top, there are some sandwiches and things. It's going to be hot today;
if you brought swim suits I suggest you put them on. I'll be
downstairs if you need me." 
My room was quite large and he was right. The view was spectacular.
The sun was straight overhead, and it made the ocean glisten. There
was a door on the side of the room, but when I tried the handle it was
locked. I rattled the handle and Meg called out, "These rooms share a
bathroom. Me first, but hurry up I'm hungry."
I threw on my bathing suit then I called Marla's cell phone. I gave
her the address and asked if she wanted us to pick her up. She said
that Tammy would drop her off on the way back to LA. When I mentioned
I was going to call Monique next, she said that she was expecting my
call but she was probably going to be too busy to answer, so I should
leave the address on her voice mail. I did, and I finished just as the
bathroom door burst open and Meg, dressed in a one-piece bathing suit
said, "Wow, this place is amazing. Your friend must be loaded."
In spite of the fact that the suit covered everything, it couldn't
hide the fact that she had a great body. Her legs were great, and her
butt looked cute as hell. It took me a minute before I squeaked out,
"Yeah, it looks that way." Then I added, "But what's with the
one-piece suit?"
She frowned and answered, "It's all I have. Besides, I don't want
pervs like you staring at me all day. C'mon, let's get something to
eat."
I stared at her butt on the way up the stairway. The tight swimsuit
made it look even cuter. She must have seen me peeking at her because
when we got to top she said, "Whatcha lookin at?"
A little embarrassed, I answered, "I was looking at you. You have a
great ass."
She grinned and answered, "Yes, I do," and she turned and headed
toward a table loaded with sandwiches, beer, and soft drinks. 
The deck was amazing. It covered the entire top of the house and it
was higher than the other houses so it had an uninterrupted view of
the ocean and the surrounding area, and provided for real privacy.
There were several tables with umbrellas, a bunch of lounge chairs,
and toward the back side there was a redwood structure of some kind.
Meg immediately went to the table with the food. She built herself a
huge sandwich, grabbed a soda and plopped down in one of the lounge
chairs. I did the same and sat down next to her. Gus was right. It was
just past noon and it was getting hot, but a nice breeze was coming
off the ocean, and it made for an almost perfect day. We finished our
sandwiches and sat quietly enjoying the ocean. I had nearly dozed off
when Meg said, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"You live a pretty exciting life, don't you?"
"I uhh, gee, I don't know. What makes you say that?"
"Well, you seem to know everybody, you ride a motorcycle, fly a plane,
and now you're an actor. That sounds pretty exciting to me."
"If you put it that way I guess it does, but I never really thought
about it."
"Your sister says you date lots of girls, but you don't have a steady
girlfriend. How come?"
"Why, are you interested in applying for the job?"
"Not a chance. You're too young, too cute, and too self-confident.
I've seen you in action, and I don't want to be another notch on
someone's belt. But what's the deal with you. Why don't you have a
steady girl?"
"I went with a girl for a while but she left to go to school in
Europe. Since then I just haven't met the right person."
"What about the one you're meeting this weekend?"
"As I told you, she's just a friend. She been gone for a while and
I've wanted to spend some time with her since she got back in town.
But what about you? You can't tell me that fat guy you hang around
with is the only game around."
She looked thoughtful for a minute before she answered, "Carl isn't as
bad as you think. I know it's time I got away from him because he's
beginning to think that there's something between us. I actually feel
bad for him because he helped me a lot."
She sat for a few seconds before she continued with, "From the time I
was old enough to go to the movies I knew I wanted to be an actress.
When I was a kid I read every magazine, and when I was old enough I
took acting lessons and joined all the local theater groups. I guess I
did well, because everyone told me I was a natural and I was destined
for stardom. So when I was eighteen, I left Davenport Iowa and I came
here to get into pictures. I knew I was pretty, I knew I could act and
I thought that would take me where I wanted to go."
She was quiet for a minute, so I said, "It umm, didn't go like you
wanted?"
She answered, "No, it didn't. I knew there'd be other girls here with
the same dream but I didn't realize how many. There are hundreds, and
they are just as pretty, just as talented and they all want the same
thing I do. I read all the 'tell-all' books and I had no illusions. I
knew what I wanted and I thought I was willing to do whatever it took
to make that happen. But it soon became evident that many of the girls
were willing to do things I'd never even heard of. You asked me once
about the casting couch. That may have been a way to get to where you
wanted in the past, and from what I hear, some of the old female stars
actually used it as an image builder. But that was when the studios
were run by a few big-time moguls. Today it's run by bean-counters.
The couch is still around, but the girls who try to go that way almost
never get anywhere."
"So, how does someone make it in the business?" 
"Generally it's like you did. You were in the right place at the right
time and you had the right connections."
"Yeah, I guess I did. The funny thing is, I never even thought about
acting or modeling."
"That's what I've heard, and it really pisses me off."
"Gee, I'm uhh, sorry."
"I'm not pissed off at you. You have the connections and you're so
good looking you deserve to be where you are. I'm just pissed off that
I worked so hard at it, and you just stumbled into everything."
"So you think I'm good looking?"
"Of course I do."
"But you won't go out with me."
"I've told you why."
"But you went away with me this weekend."
She'd been lying on the lounge next to me. Suddenly she sat up and
said, "Okay, I'll tell you why, but you have to promise not to spread
it around."
"Uhh sure, I promise."
"I don't date a lot. As a matter of fact I don't date at all. I made
up my mind that I would concentrate on work, and that's all I've been
doing for the last couple years. I've been out with Carl a few times
but they weren't really dates. I told him at the beginning that we
were only friends and I thought he understood. But I guess he wants
more, and judging from what happened the other day it doesn't look
like I'll be going out with him anymore."
I interrupted her with, "Of course he wants more. You're probably a
fantasy to him because I bet he never went out with anyone as pretty
as you are. But why did you agree to come with me this weekend?"
She smiled before she continued, "It was actually Erin's idea. I was
telling her that I hadn't had a date in a long time and when I
mentioned that you had asked me to come down here and meet someone,
she insisted that I go."
"Did she say why?"
She chuckled before she said, "Your sister is really something. She
said that you were a good guy and you would never let anything bad
happen to me."  
We both sat back, and I was thinking about what she said when a voice
behind us said, "Hey Pete! What's up," and Jay strode across the deck
followed by a dark-haired guy. I stood up and I was about to introduce
Meg, when Jay interrupted with, "See Lane, I told you if Pete brought
her she'd be a knock-out."
The guy with Jay reached down, took Meg's hand as though he was going
to shake it, and said, "Boy, you're sure right about that," then he
added, "Hi, my name is Lane."
Instead of shaking Meg's hand he just held on to it, and for the first
time since I met her, Meg seemed a little flustered. But she quickly
recovered and said, "Hi, I'm Meg, and if you don't mind I'd like my
hand back. I may want to wave at someone." 
That got a laugh from him, and he let go of Meg's hand, offered it to
me and said, "Hi Pete, I'm Lane."
His handshake was firm and he looked me straight in the eye, so I took
a second to look him over. He's a very nice-looking guy. He looked
around six feet tall. With curly black hair, a nice smile and the
whitest teeth I ever saw. I was thinking that he and Meg would be a
great-looking couple when Jay broke in with, "It's getting hot out
here, c'mon Lane, let's go put on our suits," and the two of them
headed for the stairs. As soon as they left, Meg leaned close and
said, "Damn! That guy is a fox."
  A few minutes later they came back wearing swim suits. Jay is tall
and lean with the beginning of a little roll around the waist. Lane
was very fit looking. It looked like he spent time in a gym. They
grabbed some beers and a plate of snacks. They brought them over to us
and we sat talking for a while. I watched Lane and Meg. He was
obviously interested in her and she was playing it coy, but her body
language said she was interested too. Then I heard the doorbell ring
and a minute later Marla stepped onto the deck. She looked fantastic!
She had on sun glasses and was wearing a business suit. Her hair was
shoulder length and it looked like it had just been styled. She looked
like something out of a magazine, and when she started walking toward
us, Jay jumped up and said, "Can I help you, ma'am?"
 Marla stopped, and said, "Uhh, I'm Marla Rand, Pete's friend."
Jay immediately answered with, "Are you sure you're not a movie star?
You're much too pretty to be the girl I met that night in Hollywood."
Marla raised an eyebrow, then she grinned, looked at me and said,
"Well Pete, you guys must have already had lunch, because your friend
here is sure full of umm, bologna."
That got another laugh, then Marla stepped toward Jay, put out her
hand and said, "Thank you for the compliment, you don't look so bad
yourself. Thanks for inviting me." 
Jay shook her hand, and she turned to Lane and did the same. Then she
bent to Meg and introduced herself. I was surprised to see how poised
Marla seemed. Meg is five or six years older than Marla, but Marla
looked like the older girl and I was impressed by her behavior.
Obviously, the training she was getting at We, had turned her into a
different person than the shy, unhappy girl I first met.
Then Jay said to her, "Did you bring a swimsuit?"
She answered, "Yes I did. It's in the room that your man was kind
enough to show me."
Jay added, "Why don't you put it on. It's going to be quite warm this
afternoon."
Marla said, "I believe I will," and she headed for the stairs. But
just as she got there she stopped, turned, and said, "Meg, may I speak
to you?" 
Meg went to her and they talked for a minute, then Meg turned toward
us. After a few seconds she seemed to make a decision. She nodded to
Marla and they both disappeared down the stairs.
We sat there drinking beer, wondering what was going on when they both
returned. Lane saw them first and he stood up and smiled. I turned to
see why, and they were both wearing bikinis. Apparently Marla had
brought along an extra one and both of them looked sexy as hell.
On the way over to us they stopped by the food table. Meg took a beer
and Marla grabbed a diet soda. But as Marla walked toward us, Meg
looked at her for a split second, then she put the beer back, took a
diet soda as well, and they came and joined us. 
Both Jay and Lane were definitely interested in the girls and the
girls were obviously attracted to them, so it was interesting watching
what was going on between them. Before now, I had never been in a
situation where I wasn't part of the interaction, and it was almost
like I was a spectator watching a movie. Jay was the more outgoing of
the group and he was continually talking and cracking jokes. Marla was
getting a kick out of Jay's stories and even added a couple of her
own. Lane didn't say much. He laughed at Jay's jokes, but he spent
most of the time trying not to let Meg catch him sneaking peeks at
her. Meg saw what was happening, and at one point she turned her head
away from him and winked at me. But I was surprised at how quiet she
was. She was content to let Jay and Marla carry most of the
conversation. It was as though she was out of her element, and it
looked like Marla saw it too, because she stopped Jay in the middle of
a long boring story and said, "That's enough from you. Be quiet and
drink your beer, let's hear from someone else for a while."
Jay blinked, then he burst out laughing, as Lane said, "Thank you
Marla. If someone doesn't stop him he'll talk all day."
Marla asked Meg what kind of work she did, and when Meg said she
worked at the studio, Jay immediately asked her about shows she'd been
in. Meg started talking, and as she warmed to the subject I could see
the shyness start to fall away, and before long we were all laughing
at a story she was telling about a show she'd worked on. She had just
started telling about another incident when a phone rang. 
Marla reached into her purse and answered it. Then she said, "Its
okay, everyone is in swim suits." Then she hung up and said, "It's
Monique. The photo shoot today was at the beach. She wearing a swim
suit and wanted to know if she should change."
Meg went on with her story and when she finished, Jay started talking
about something that happened to him, when he suddenly stopped and
gasped. He was looking at something behind us, and we all turned to
see what it was.
Monique had stepped onto the deck, and she was standing there with one
foot in front of the other and her hands on her hips as though she was
posing. She was wearing sunglasses and a light wrap and she looked
like something out of a magazine. For a few seconds everyone was
speechless. I stood up, but before I had a chance to say anything,
Marla broke the silence with, "Hi Monique, come on over."
She started toward us with that exaggerated cross-over walk that
models use on the runway, but she seemed to catch herself and
continued normally until she got to us, then she pulled off her
sunglasses and said, "Hello everyone, I'm Monique."
Both Jay and Lane looked stunned. 
Monique is simply beautiful. I can't imagine a term that describes her
better. Everything about her is beautiful. Her proportions are ideal,
her complexion is flawless, and she has the face of an angel. She has
the kind of beauty that almost takes your breath away, and it was even
affecting Meg. She was staring up at Monique with her mouth hanging
open. In order to break the spell I stepped forward, slipped my arm
around Monique and began introducing her. The guys jumped to their
feet and while I was introducing them I saw Marla lean over to Meg and
whisper something to her, but when I Introduced Meg to Monique, Meg
smiled, but the smile looked a little strained. 
We'd been sitting in the sun, and when I suggested that Monique take
off her wrap and catch some rays, she declined, saying that she'd had
enough sun for the day and would I mind if she sat at one of the
tables with an umbrella. So I dragged one over next to us. 
Then something unusual happened. Monique hesitated when she saw that
everyone was watching her, then she frowned slightly, and in one
motion she slipped off the wrap and put it on the back of a chair.
There was a moment of silence, then Marla chuckled and said, "Okay
boys, you can breath now." 
Monique was breathtaking. She was wearing a tangerine colored bikini
that looked like it was made out of silk. The color fit her complexion
perfectly and made her look as though she was glowing. It was more a
series of straps than a bikini. It covered everything, but just
barely. There was a triangle patch over her crotch and two matching
pieces over her nipples, and the patches must have been padded or
something because they didn't reveal what was under them, so there was
no 'camel-toe' crack or nipple bulge. The triangles were large enough
so there wasn't anymore skin showing than the other girl's suits
except when she turned her back. The back part of the triangle that
ran between her legs, ended in a strap that ran up between the cheeks
of her butt and hooked to another strap that was around her waist. It
left both cheeks of her butt completely exposed and the effect was
incredibly sexy. 
Suddenly Meg asked, "That was you wearing that suit in last month's
'Aware' magazine, wasn't it?"
Monique replied, "Yes, I modeled it when I was in New York. WE
arranged for me to wear it today in the last series of the WE photo
session. Before I came here I was going to change into one of the
other suits but it takes so long to get in and out of it I thought I'd
just keep it on. Beside's I love wearing it.
"Well, it's really beautiful. Is it expensive?"
"It's a David of Paris design and they only made ten of them. One in
each of eight different colors, plus one in Gold and one in sliver.
This is the first one and it was originally valued at thirty-five
hundred." 
Meg's eyes popped open and she cried, "Thirty five hundred for a
bathing suit!"
Monique grinned and said, "Yes, and they all sold for more than that
before they even hit the market. One man bought the gold and the
silver one, and I heard he paid fifteen thousand for the two of them.
One was for his wife and the other was for his mistress. But enough
about the suit. Jay, tell us about this beautiful house."
That seemed to break the ice, and before long everyone was laughing at
Jay telling how his family had outwitted the neighbors and the
building department by bringing in truckloads of fill dirt to create a
small rise, then building the house on top of it.
Around two o'clock the breeze stopped and it was really getting warm,
so Jay said, "Hey, it's hot out here, why don't we go to the pool and
cool off."
I hadn't seen a pool, so I pointed to the redwood structure at the
back of the deck and asked, "Is that it back there?"
"No, that's the hot tub. It gets cool in the evenings, so we can try
that out later. The pool is downstairs, follow me."
We followed him down the stairs and through a hallway toward the back
of the house into a giant room. The back and sides were all windows
that looked onto a beautifully landscaped yard, but a big surprise was
that more than half of the floor was a swimming pool that extended
under the back wall into the back yard. It even had a water slide on
the outside portion.
Meg went to the edge of the pool, stuck her toe in and said, "Oh my
God, this is great. Can I get in?"
Jay answered, "Of course, come on," and he dove in. Meg followed him,
and Lane and Marla were right behind them. I was about jump in as well
when I glanced at Monique. She was standing by the edge, frowning, so
I asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"Umm, sort-of. I can't go in wearing this suit and I can't get out of
it myself. Would you come and help me change?"
The thought of seeing her naked again was exciting, so I instantly
agreed and I followed her back down the hallway to one of the bedrooms
across from mine. When we got into the room she turned her back to me
and began telling me which strap to undo. She was right, it would have
been difficult for someone to do this alone. Some of the straps were
held on by snaps, some by buttons and the materiel was fragile. I
could tell that a wrong tug or pull might result in disaster, so I was
very careful. The top part came off first and the final strap was the
one that ran between her legs, and when I released it, if fell, and
suddenly her back was completely naked. 
Her back was still toward me and she seemed to be holding the front
part of the suit against her when she said, "Thank you. I can handle
the rest."
Being this close to her and seeing her practically naked had me pretty
worked up and I was sporting a full erection when I said, "Are you
sure there isn't anything else I can do?"
She didn't answer me but she must have known how I was feeling because
after a long minute she surprised me by backing into me. I put my arms
around her and we stood there for a while with my penis pressing into
her back before she said, "Do you know how many times I thought about
you after we left?"
"I thought about you too. I was really disappointed when I found you'd
gone. Why didn't you let me know?"
"Because Alice really liked you and I was afraid you might talk her
out of leaving. We both knew that if we didn't leave right away we
might never leave."
"What about you, didn't you like me?"
"Of course I did, but Alice liked you more, and I didn't want to hurt
her. Plus, I had to get to New York and get known before I was too old
for anyone to care."
"Well, I guess it worked, eh?"
"Not for me it didn't, but it did for Alice. It looks as though she's
going to have a great career."
"Why didn't it work for you, you're beautiful?"
"There are several reasons. First, I'm too old. I was nineteen when I
got my first real break. The really successful models start their
careers at thirteen or fourteen. Often even earlier than that. As far
as my being pretty, there are lots of pretty girls. The really
successful ones have a special something about them I guess I don't
have."
"Bullshit! You're very special. Anyone that doesn't see that is crazy.
There has to be another reason?"
She was quiet for a minute before she answered, "Yes, there is. It's
because I won't play the game."
"The game?"
She moved away and turned to face me. She was still holding what
remained of the swimsuit against her when she said, "The sex game.
Nudity is a fact of life in the model business. With all the fittings
and wardrobe changes there is no-way to be modest. Many times a total
stranger is poking at you, tucking things in, or rushing in at the
last minute for you to change outfits. We get used to it, but there is
always an undertone of sexuality, and some designers or their business
managers expect the girls to sleep with them. I won't, and that's why
I haven't been more successful."
"I thought you would do whatever it took to have a career."
"I thought so too. But I, well, I just couldn't. And when Alice began
to get hired for things we concentrated on her."
She was still standing there mostly naked and it was bothering me, so
I asked, "Do you umm, want to get changed?"
She nodded and went to a bag that was lying on the bed. As she walked
the few steps to the bed I wondered again how anyone could be so
perfect. Her skin looked smooth and silky and I couldn't see a mark or
blemish anywhere. She kept her back to me as she wriggled into a
regular bikini and when she turned around I couldn't help myself. I
stepped to her, took her in my arms and I was about to kiss her when
her body stiffened, she turned her head away and said, "Please no."
Embarrassed, I tried to apologize, but she put her hand up to stop me
and in a shaky voice she said, "It isn't you, Pete. It's just..."
She stopped and looked at me for a long moment, then she straightened
up, looked directly at me and said, "Pete, I knew we were going to
talk about this and I want to tell you something. I haven't been with
anyone since you."
"Oh. Well uhh, that's good I guess, but all I wanted was a kiss."
"You don't understand. I haven't even kissed anyone since you."
"Why not? What are you waiting for?"
"I don't know. Whenever a man gets close to me I find a way to turn
him away."
"What about women?"
"No, that doesn't interest me."
"What about sex? You seemed to like it that time we were together?"
"Sometimes when I'm alone I think about that time at the hotel, and
it's like a dream. I was scared to death, but you were gentle and
wonderful. I don't know if it would be that way with someone else."
"You can't tell unless you try?"
"That's what Alice says, but to tell the truth I hardly ever think
about sex. Alice says it's because I exercise constantly and I'm
always on a diet. She says my sex drive is in neutral."
She looked a little sad when she said it, so I thought I'd lighten
things up a little and I reached for her hands and said, "Well, we
have a nice weekend ahead of us, why don't I see if I can get it back
in gear?"
She got a strange look on her face and stared up at me for a few
seconds before she squeezed my hands and said, "Uhh, we'll see," and
she turned and headed for the door.
We got back to the pool just in time to see everyone watching Jay. He
was in the back yard, and he was coming down the water slide head
first. He entered the water with barely a ripple, swam under the
outside wall and headed for Marla. She was holding onto the side of
the pool watching him. When he got to her he was still under water and
he pulled her under. There was a lot of splashing around but they both
came up laughing. 
I looked at Monique and she was standing near the edge watching them,
so I said, "C'mon, let's get wet."
She answered, "You go ahead, and I'll get in the shallow end. I don't
swim very well." 
Just for fun I stepped to her and said, "That's okay, I do," and in
one motion I picked her up and stepped into the deep end. She fought
for a second, then she wrapped her arms and legs around me and hugged
me. When I came to the surface she was holding onto me for dear life,
but her head was on my chest and although her eyes were closed I was
surprised to see she was smiling. So I rolled on my back and did the
backstroke until we got to the shallow end. She had opened her eyes
about halfway there, and when I stood up she was still clinging to me
and she said, "That was exciting. I never swam as a kid and I was
never in the deep end of a pool before, could we do it again?" So I
did another lap. Her eyes were open the whole way and as we swam along
she hugged me even tighter. 
When I finished the lap this time, she was still hanging onto me and
when I stood up, all four of the others were standing in the shallow
end watching us. Meg said, "Jesus, you two look like you're surgically
attached. Maybe you should get a room."
They laughed, and as Monique slipped off me Jay quipped, "They were
gone a long time when she changed clothes, maybe they already found a
room."
That got another laugh and a raised eyebrow from Monique, but our
attention was diverted when Jay shouted, "All right!"
Gus, the house man, had rolled in a cart. The open bottom was stuffed
with towels and sitting on top was a huge pitcher of something and a
bunch of glasses. 
The house man said to Jay, "Will that be all?" Jay answered, "Yes,
thanks Gus, I'll see you tomorrow." Gus waggled his fingers at
everyone and as soon as he left, Jay jumped out of the pool and began
filling glasses. As he passed them out he said, "This is Gus's secret
recipe. It has alcohol in it, but it tastes great and it has something
in it that keeps hangovers to a minimum. It might come in handy if we
over-do things later tonight."
It really was refreshing. It tasted a little like Gatorade with a kick
to it. We played in the pool a while longer, then everyone got out and
Jay opened the windows so we could air-dry. 
We were all sitting around enjoying Gus's concoction, and after a
glass or two it looked like everyone was beginning to relax. Marla and
Jay were sitting on the edge of the pool dangling their legs in the
water. Jay was telling her a story about something and gesturing
wildly. At one point Marla was laughing so hard she choked on her
drink. Jay began patting her on the back and when she recovered I
noticed he left his hand on her shoulder.  
Meg and Lane were sitting in chairs next to each other. They looked to
be deep in conversation and Meg seemed to be smiling a lot.
Monique and I were lying on chase lounges watching squirrels in the
back yard playing in the trees, when she turned to me and said, "It's
beautiful here, thanks for inviting me."
"I'm glad you could make it, I've been looking forward to spending
some time with you."
Without turning to me she said, "Pete, I don't want you to be
disappointed this weekend, but as far as getting my sex drive in gear,
I don't think that's going to happen. I'm sorry, but..."
When she hesitated, I leaned toward her and said, "You don't need to
be sorry and you're not going to disappoint me. This weekend isn't
about sex; it's about spending some time together and having a good
time." She didn't say anything; she just put her hand on mine and
squeezed a little.
Around six o'clock Jay stood up and said, "We have eight o'clock
dinner reservations. The place is only a few minutes from here, but we
should probably start to get cleaned up. Dress is casual but nice, and
but be- sure to wear your dancing shoes, we're going to the Grove
later."
Marla asked Jay what 'casual-but-nice' meant and that immediately
started a discussion between him and the girls. About five minutes
into the discussion, Lane looked at me, shrugged and said, "C'mon
Pete, let's get ready. This could go on for a while."
I agreed and we went to our rooms. At least a half hour had gone by
when Meg showed up. I was out of the shower, dressed, and was lying on
my bed watching the ocean when she tapped on the bedroom door. I
opened it, and she swept into the room holding a dress. She had a big
smile on her face when she said, "Your friends are great! I didn't
bring a dress along, so look what Monique loaned me."
She held up what appeared to be a flowered dress and said, "Look, it's
an LK original. Is that great or what!" 
I had no idea what an LK original was, but she seemed happy about it
and she went into the bathroom and closed the door. 
Around seven, Lane knocked on the door and said, "C'mon downstairs. We
can have a drink while we wait for the girls."
I followed him to a large living room, where two long sofas and
several overstuffed chairs were facing a huge picture window that
looked out at the ocean. There was a small bar in the corner of the
room, with several stools in front of it. Jay was standing behind it
mixing drinks, so we went over to it and sat on the stools. When he
finished mixing, he handed Lane a drink, then he looked at me and
asked, "Martini?"
"No thanks, but a beer would be good."
He handed me one from under the bar, and after we clinked glasses I
asked, "Well guys, what do you think about the girls?"
Jay was the first to answer with, "I want to thank you. Marla is
everything I thought she'd be and more. It's hard to believe she's
only nineteen; she seems more mature than that. I'm really happy that
you talked her into coming this weekend and I'm really looking forward
to spending time with her."
I looked at Lane and he stared at the floor for a minute before he
said, "Jay told me that he explained to you about my wife. I haven't
really dated since she left me, but Meg seems very nice and I want to
thank you for bringing her."  
Then he looked over at Lane, grinned and said, "But Jay and I want to
know what's going on with Monique."
"What do you mean?"
"Pete, that girl is spectacular. What's with you anyway, did you
discover a magic potion that attracts beautiful women?"
"No, she's an old friend. She's been working in New York for a while
and she just got back to town."
"Do you have uhh, plans for her?"
"I guess that remains to be seen. Why, are you interested in her?"   
They both began shaking their heads, and Jay laughed before he added,
"No pal, we're happy with the one's we're with. It's just that she's
beyond beautiful. She's a fucking goddess and we were wondering what
she saw in a dork like you."
I was trying to think of a smart retort, when a voice behind me said,
"Gee Marla, which one of us do you think Jay was talking about?"
We turned to see Meg and Marla standing together. And Meg immediately
said, "Oh, it was probably me. All the guys at the supermarket call me
a goddess. But I don't let them call me a fucking goddess until after
the second date."
There was a moment of silence, then both Jay and Lane ran to them and
began apologizing. When he tried to explain that they weren't
referring to either of them, Meg turned to Marla and said, "Oh! So,
we're not goddesses. C'mon Marla, let's go someplace we're
appreciated," which brought on another attempt at apology that ended
when Marla began laughing, and a grinning Meg explained she was only
kidding and that she and Marla knew they were talking about Monique.
The girls were both in nice dresses and they looked terrific.
Especially Meg, who I had never seen really dressed up before. Her
hair and make-up were perfect and I suspected Marla had helped her
some. I was about to compliment her, when I saw Meg's eyes narrow, and
she said, "Oh, Monique is here."
Monique was standing at the doorway to the living room. I don't know
about the girls, but I think every guy here had their heart skip a
beat. She was wearing a short, spaghetti-strap dress and high heels.
The dress faded from light-blue at the top to a rich dark blue at the
bottom, and her hair hung in soft waves that framed her beautiful
face. The color of her shoes matched the dark blue at bottom of her
dress and made her milky-white legs seem to go on forever. 
But it wasn't only what she was wearing; it was the way she looked.
She was like a painting or a statue. I glanced briefly at Meg and
Marla. Both had better bodies. They had bigger breasts and cuter
asses. But Monique was different. Everything about her was perfect.
When you looked at Meg or Marla, you were surprised and pleased by how
pretty they were and how good they looked. When you looked at Monique,
she was so perfect you began to look for flaws. 
And there weren't any.
She stood quietly for a few seconds, as though she was allowing
everyone time to see her, then she walked up to us and said, "I guess
we're all here now, can we go? I'm famished."

 





  


  

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