Alistaires Summer 3 Beach Visit

Alistaire is settling in nicely, don't you think? Time for a diversion and digression. Alistaire thinks it is going to be a shitshow, and chances are, he's right.

Whether you are a new reader or old, always remember that I abhor a realistic story. I just aim for one that is plausibly ridiculous. Thanks for taking the ride with me, and don't forget to tell me what you think!

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THE ONE AT THE BEACH

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"Shit, shit, shit," said Mary, walking into the living room from the kitchen where she had been hiding. Exactly like Maddie, she wore only a denim skirt, and the way her boobs swayed and swung as she frustratedly stomped in was arresting. Four naked twin tits in the same room with me was almost enough to wake my cock back up in my pants.

Almost. The two of them had done a number on me.

"You had to shout," Maddie glared at Mary, still holding her bra and shirt in her hand.

I felt like I could delay those boobs being covered up for a few minutes at least, even if I was genuinely in no condition to do much about them. "Easy there, Maddie," I said in a relaxed voice, draping my arm around her shoulder, and guiding her over to sit back on the couch with me for a moment. Maddie let herself flop down beside me, still irritated.

"Just so you know," I said honestly. "You guys had me tonight. I was looking for every sign I could, and I had decided the bandage was only to make me worry, not to fool me. Then I just barely heard your voice in the other room, Mary."

"You enjoyed it and you know it."

"You bet your sweet, delicious ass I did," I laughed to Mary. "And I am eager to again, whether I'm actually being punked or just made nervous. The memories will be even better once I figure out which of you did what with me! But," I added in a more serious voice, "I really hope you guys won't do this all the time. Most of the time, when I'm hanging out with one or the other of you, I'd really like to just concentrate on simply hanging out with you, without your sister haunting our time together." My arm around Maddie's shoulder let my fingers dangle down to her breast, and I tugged her nipple idly as I spoke. My eyes were just drinking in the standing, topless Mary.

"Your actions and your words are at odds, Al," said Mary, but I heard some thanks in her voice as well.

"I did not in any way ask for the haunting to stop," I laughed quickly. "I just don't want it to be constant."

"Thank you," Maddie said, disengaging herself from the couch and my clutches with a kiss on the cheek. "We will take it under advisement," she added in a voice more serious than her words.

"Speaking of hanging out together, just the two of us," Mary said, hooking her bra closed, "how about you and I maybe go to the beach together one day next week? I still have that bathing suit..." she added, as if I need incentive.

The Beach. Next week.

Yeah, that was suddenly fraught. Not only had I not told my parents yet that the beach thing with Poppy and Sloane was on for next week, but I had not told my friends back here, either. Any of them.

My parents needed to be told tonight. I'd be getting my usual shit for having been out late with a girl, so I might as well deflect that with the shit I'd get for the beach thing being real.

Fortunately, I had told my new boss already.

"Yeah, um, I won't be around next week," I said with a form of genuine regret. "Week after?"

"Sure," said Mary. Her head popped through the neck of her shirt. "Parents taking you on a family getaway?"

"Um, no. I actually... one of my friends from school is going to have an AirBnB on the beach, actually. I'm spending the week there with them."

"Right on the beach? Cool!" Mary exclaimed. "His parents must be loaded. Are you guys going to nerd out playing games inside all week, or will you get some sun on your lean, mean, fucking machine of a body?"

"My friend is named Poppy," I said. "And she is more of a jock than a nerd. It will more likely be sandcastles and swimming."

Two pairs of eyes stared at me, then tilted to the left, still on me, in unison. Even their body language synchronized...

"Then I assume that you will be spending at least some time indoors," Mary said, not quite tartly, but not quite in a right-on sort of manner either.

"We are certainly planning on quite a bit of time indoors, for old time's sake," I said firmly. Or at least firmly outwardly.

"This really is the way you work, isn't it?" Maddie asked, shaking her head bemusedly.

"It seems to work out the best for everybody involved," I said, not sounding defensive, but I might have looked it.

Mary was texting on her phone and distractedly asked, "When do you leave?"

"Sunday around lunchtime," I said. "Why?"

"Good," Mary said brightly. "I'm texting with Carrie right now. She is

fascinated

by this development."

Shiiiit.

"We have time for all four of us to have lunch Saturday, then," Mary went on.

"Oooh. That sounds good," Maddie added.

Shiiiit.

*

"Hey, Mom, Dad! I'm home," I called out from the garage door as I entered the house. "Lost track of time. I'm heading up to bed now, 'cause I have work in the morning."

Yeah, like that was going to work.

"Alistaire?" my mom called from the living room sweetly.

Shit.

"Yeah?" I asked casually, popping my head into the room from the hall.

"Who was the lucky girl tonight?" my father asked casually, remote in his hand and the TV on pause.

"Maddie," I said firmly, wanting no discussion of Mary to leak into things. Then I realized that I had allowed the idea that she was a lucky girl into the record from the way both their eyebrows were so high they were damaging the ceiling. "I mean, we ran into each other while I was dropping off more papers at the rec center today, and arranged to meet up for ice cream this evening," I said as smoothly as I could. "Hey, Mom, I think the paper is doing really well. We are having to refill the racks a lot more than they said I would when they hired me."

"Uh huh," my mother drawled, undistracted. "I am curious about what

your

method is for handling this situation. Do you have a calendar or rotation? I think it is important to make sure no one feels slighted, you know."

Shiiiiiiiiiit. I was not comparing collegial notes with my fucking mother about juggling a roster of lovers. But likewise, I also was not going to explain to her that no one was

ever

dissatisfied...

It is easy to go with the nuclear option when you are going to have to go with the nuclear option pretty imminently anyway.

"And, um, did I mention that Poppy and her mom have that AirBnB on the beach all next week after all? I'm leaving Sunday morning. Is getting back next Sunday around lunchtime okay with you guys?"

Well, that cleared away the cobwebs of my evening's doings nicely.

"Mrs. Fields wasn't just joking?" my mother asked, thunderstruck. Wow. It had been a minute since I'd freaked out my ultra-unflappable mom.

"Sloane goes by Manning these days," I corrected. Unwisely.

"Son," my dad addressed me softly. I hate his soft voice. "Does

Sloane

know that you were fucking her daughter all spring?"

"It wasn't the whole spring," I corrected automatically, before stopping in shock as my parents turned and high-fived each other.

"Got him!" Dad shouted. "I still got it!" He turned to me, grinning. "Okay, we have our first admitted named girl. And we also know she wasn't the first."

"How do you know that?" I asked, unable to help myself. Do not babble. Do not babble right now, Al.

"Because for you to have time to have been with a bunch of girls as you most certainly were up there..." my mother giggled.

"And are down here," my father added under his breath.

"...you would have to have gotten started longer ago than a few weeks," Mom finished.

I wanted to object, on the basis that at least my father's words included facts not yet in evidence, but I perceived that that would be... unwise.

"I still say it was Bridget for his first time," Mom said to Dad. "Maybe right before Spring Break."

Her first time, not mine, Mom. I did not say that out loud because I am not a total moron.

"The Carrie girl," Dad replied firmly. "Nice work there, son."

"Oh really, Dennis? Nice work?" Mom asked, and Dad flinched, realizing that he had wandered into the crosshairs. Bless you, Dad.

He did not want to stay in the crosshairs.

"I do have to come back to the serious question, son," he said. "Does Sloane know you have intimate carnal knowledge of her darling daughter, and clearly intend to have a lot more over the course of the week?"

Fuck you, Dad.

I stared at him, appalled at the question. First off, way over the line, Pops. Second...

"I... I... uh, I'm not... certain," I admitted, only because I was just now discovering that to be true for myself. "I have been pretty much assumed it for a while, because, well, it seemed pretty clear a time or two. But neither Poppy nor Sloane has ever come out and said that Sloane knows."

This could be a problem.

"I'm going to bed. I better figure that out, I suppose," I mumbled, heading for the stairs again.

As I turned the corner on the stairs, I heard my laughing father say to Mom, "I hope he doesn't trip in the dark next week and nail the mother by accident. I doubt that would go over well, no matter how much fun he'd have with it."

You have no idea, Dad. This week was going to be a shitshow as it was, reopening that can of worms was off the table.

"Oh? And how much fun do you think that would be, Dennis?" I heard my mother ask archly.

I was safely upstairs. Sucks to be you, Dad. Enjoy the crosshairs.

*

I could have just texted Poppy and asked her.

I should have just texted Poppy and asked her.

I did not just text Poppy and ask her.

Why? Because I am stupid sometimes. I did not think to do it until I was already knocking at the door, leaving Mom's Mercedes in the sandy driveway behind Sloane's rented Jaguar SUV.

"Alistaire! It's good to see you," Sloane said, opening the door. "Come in! Poppy!" she called over her shoulder loudly, "He's here! We have you in the second bedroom. It's the first door on the left down the hall," she said, indicating the sleeping end of the one-story beach cottage.

"Yo, Taylor!" Poppy said, bouncing into the room. "Thanks for saving me from a week at my mom's mercy. Without you, we'd be on the court hitting balls all day, every day."

"Only early and late in the day," Sloane corrected. "It is hot down here!"

The idea of watching these two hit tennis balls to each other sounded pretty awesome to me, actually.

"Seeing you makes me miss the whole school, Alistaire," Poppy said. "Let's get your luggage in your room." She made no move to grab any of my stuff, but simply led me down the hall while I lugged everything. Seeing her made me miss everybody too.

We had no sooner entered the room, the door somehow closing behind us, when Poppy was kissing me. It was a good kiss. I had missed those kisses. Her arms were around me, and while I wanted to put mine around her, I could manage only one, because my other had found its way between us to a lovely breast.

That lasted a good long time before Poppy pulled her face away from mine, leaving her breast pressed tightly against my palm. "I really want to just fuck you right now, but that seems kinda rude to Mom. We gotta figure out how to make that happen this evening though."

"No fucking doubt," I replied, and we kissed again. I always loved getting with Poppy, but a month's separation from this lovely, athletic creature had me revving hard. My hand rose behind her head and tugged idly at her omnipresent ponytail.

But first things first.

"Poppy, listen. Does your Mom actually

know

about you and me? I mean..."

Poppy just laughed like it was an idiotic question, then headed out of the room before I could really get going on her hair.

We ate dinner out that first night, at a cool seafood place. The food was mostly fried, and fried perfectly. It was open-air and right near the beach. As Sloane paid the check, I said, "Tomorrow night, I'd like to buy dinner, someplace nice like The Royal." The Royal was the old, historic beach resort. Their Presidential Suite was once actually used by a sitting US President.

"That sounds like a lovely idea," Sloane almost purred. I guessed she had read up on the Royal.

Poppy just laughed, hard.

Hey, I had the funds! My Dad had been most explicit the day before I left that I had to buy at least one amazing dinner, and otherwise at least help with other expenses. And he had ensured that I had the funds in the bank to get those debit card transactions approved.

Dad's great when he isn't being a total asshole.

As we walked into the house, Sloane looked at us. "I know it is early, but I think I'm going to get a jump on my Summer Read. It is full of sex, so I don't want you unblemished children reading it over my shoulder. Go take a walk on the beach or something, you two."

"That is a great idea, Mom! Sure you won't come with us?"

"I'll get my fill of the beach tomorrow when there is some sun to enjoy," Sloane retorted. "Have a nice stroll."

I grabbed some beach towels for Poppy and me. I hoped that they were big. As we walked through the dunes to the beach, I observed, "That was a risky question. What if your Mom had decided to join us?"

"Not going to happen, Alistaire," Poppy laughed sardonically and sprang forward as the soft grey sand opened out before us to the gentle waves. It was the same words Mary and Maddie kept disappointing me with, but while it was not the same message, of course, it was said with the same utter certainty.

Maybe this week would not be a total shitshow. Either way, it would be great, but I prefered to avoid the shitshow option.

To start, we just walked in the dark, way far down the beach and then back. Most of the sand was deserted, but there was a couple or small group here and there, especially down south toward the resorts. We held hands and even kissed once or twice, but mostly we talked about plans for the week and reminisced about school like two ancient, 50 year-old geezers.

There was light from a quarter moon, and in some places there was a little more coming from houses closer to the shore than average. But mostly the beach was dark. Most owners make sure their houses don't shed much light on the beach. If you do cast light, you will hear from the sea turtle people.

You do not want to hear from the sea turtle people.

I started taking Poppy into my arms more and longer whenever we hit the deserted, dark spots.

But the first time my hand started making its way down under Poppy's tight behind, between her legs, she pulled away with an extremely promising laugh. "I want to wade in the ocean. Did you know I never have?" I shrugged. "It is safe, isn't it? she asked, suddenly unsure.

"Of course," I laughed. "The chances of a black tip or great white big enough to attack us doing so in water that is knee deep is non-existent."

Almost non-existent, but hey.

I set our towels down on the sand in a neat pile, and we walked together into the almost calm water. "It's chilly," Poppy complained after a few moments, as we turned to walk along parallel to the shore in knee-deep water.

"It will feel great tomorrow in the sun," I reassured her.

"Then maybe we get out and wait to wade until tomorrow."

"Why? You got something better to do tonight?" I asked.

"Maybe..." she laughed, then bolted for shore, with me in pursuit.

She got to the towels and I called out, "Stop!" before she could start drying her legs.

"What did we bring them for, then?"

I just grinned and swept them both up.

Now, I had never actually been walking on the beach, in the dark, with a pretty girl before, much less with a couple of clean beach towels. But I had heard the story of Bennie Zane and Kristi Hall the prior summer. Of course, they had gotten caught by the cops, but we were prep-school students and we knew how not to get pinched.

"Where are we going?" Poppy asked curiously, clearly knowing what the plan was, but not the details.

I kept looking as we walked closer to the dunes. "Ha! Here we are," I said, and grabbing Poppy's hand, I led her into a promising-looking gap in the sea oats.

Sure enough, there was a narrow, sandy defile between the dune lines, surrounded by sand and vegetation on all sides, completely invisible from the beach and any nasty patrolling beach cop cars. Even better, the huge house on the land side was dark as pitch and I could see no cars in its driveway. No way it was rented this week. If Poppy could keep it down, we might as well be on the Moon when it came to being found. And, when she inevitably made some noise despite her best efforts and because of mine, it would be hard to zero in on us if there was anyone to hear, with the breeze, and the surf, and the dunes.

I spread out the towels, which were gratifyingly large, and pulled her down to them with me.

"Why, Alistaire Taylor, I do believe that y'all are taking me for granted," Poppy exclaimed in a southern bell accent she had clearly been working hard on, and which clearly needed to be retired stat.

"Shouldn't I?" I grinned.

Even in the dark, I could tell she flushed. "Well, duh. But a girl likes to be asked," she giggled.

"So do you want me to beg..." I asked chirpily, "or order?" I added with a growl.

Poppy stared at me.

"Beth always said you begged really well," she mused. "But I talked with both Petra and fucking Carla, when she got away from her guy for a while at the grad party, and they both said your command thing is sexy as fuck."

"Then why didn't you make me ask one way or the other before?"

"I guess I was easy," she said, in mock defiance. Poppy had never been easy. Poppy had been the antonym of easy. "I'm not now!"

Okay then. Command voice it was. She had chosen.

I stabbed her with my eyes in the dark. "Lie back," I growled. As I leaned toward her, she complied, sinking back to the towels on the soft sand. "Close your eyes," I added, and when she did so, I kissed her hungrily. Really hungrily.

Yeah, she was grooving to the orders. I suspected that I might be begging the next night, but that would be fun too. My hand grabbed her breast and massaged it gently as I made an aggressive growl.

This was great, feeling her give herself to me after so long, but as marvelous as all the kissing was, I had missed something else more. My hand slid down to pop the button on her shorts and I yanked down the zipper. "Lift your butt," I said gutturally in her ear. She instantly complied.

I tugged at her waistband, and she yelped, "Getting right to things, aren't you?"

"And you like it," I instructed her.

"Damn straight," she muttered, but I glared at her at that. She bit her lip and nodded silently.

I pulled her shorts free of her bare, sandy feet, and she practically curled up below me, her legs together, and turned to the side.

"Open. Your. Legs," I insisted firmly. Her eyes narrowed at me, but she complied. I still had no idea how this particular shit worked, but it did. Sometimes. With some girls.

Regardless, Poppy rolled her hips back flat on the towel and let her legs 'timidly' spread out just a little bit. A little bit was all I needed, and I bent down, shouldering her left thigh further wide as I stuck my tongue out and lavished all sorts of attention on her slit, but just the outside.

Poppy squirmed on the towel as I licked her, pressing her hips upwards, obviously craving me to delve deeper. I kept making her wait, until she groaned, "Come on Alistaire! Get on with it."

I just raised my head and glared at her.

"Please?" she giggled.

"Beg. For. It."

We stared at each other, silently.