Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for the votes, PC's and e-mails on my previous stories. Thanks also to those of you who've added me to their Favorites lists. This is my entry in the Summer Lovin' Story Contest. Your votes and comments are, as always, much appreciated. I encourage you to read the other entries as well. There are some fine authors represented here.
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Jane Dugan sighed contentedly as the breeze from the ocean caressed her body. The sun was barely over the horizon and she could feel its warmth. She had arisen early, put on her bikini and lay on a deck chaise. The girls were still asleep, which was not surprising considering how they'd carried on into the early morning hours. She was glad for the company of her daughter and her friends; their exuberance was a welcome change from her solitary existence and gloomy thoughts.
Things had changed drastically since she and Michael had divorced. Granted, she'd been well compensated for her 14 years of devotion to him; this cottage was part of the divorce agreement as well as the Land Cruiser in the garage. Now he had free rein to screw those sluts he was seeing behind her back. Their friends as a couple had drifted away and she suspected that her former girlfriends didn't trust their husbands around her. At the ripe old age of 43, she still had the same figure as when she was a cheerleader in high school.
"Here you are, Mom. We're going down to the Pink Seahorse for breakfast, wanna come with?"
Heather bounded onto the deck with Robin, Mary Anne and Rosalyn, their nubile, tanned bodies clad in a few strategically placed scraps of colorful cloth held by thin cords. Similar in height and build, Heather's mane of whitish-blonde hair contrasted with Robin's jet-black tresses, Mary Anne's brunette locks and Rosalyn's flaming red curls.
"Thank you for asking, but I think I'll stay here. You don't want your old mother hanging around," Jane said with a grin.
"Muth-urr," Heather said disapprovingly, "You're not old and we like you hanging with us. C'mon, it'll be fun. We won't be gone long."
"Yes, please come with Ms. Dugan," Robin said eagerly.
Climbing into Heather's convertible, Jane sat between Robin and Mary Anne in the back seat as they sped down the coast road. The girls chattered about the extramarital antics of a popular singer, while Jane enjoyed the wind in her blonde hair and the sun on her face. Robin rested her head on Jane's shoulder and snuggled against her, the touch of her body sending a sudden thrill through the woman.
They parked near the popular restaurant and walked in. The Pink Seahorse was open to the salt air and nearly everyone inside wore bathing suits. The girls headed for a table facing the ocean and once seated began looking at the menus.
Jane was embarrassingly aware of the men in the room looking at them, the girls seemed oblivious. Shy by nature, she was at first uncomfortable wearing such a skimpy suit on her own deck, now she was in full view of everyone. Again, the girls were happily conversing, not caring if their bodies were on display. She shrugged, thought
when in Rome
and studied the menu.
The server placed steaming cups of coffee before them and took their order.
"Wait, we didn't order coffee..." Jane began.
"Table fifteen sent it over," the server said with a grin, cocking her head towards a group of young men across the room.
The girls waved and blew kisses at the boys, who began talking animatedly among themselves. Jane blushed and managed a feeble wave. This was all new to her.
The food arrived quickly; Jane's appetite had been virtually nil for weeks, yet she devoured her breakfast. For the first time in months, she felt alive, alive and desirable to other men...correction...boys. The girls began flirting outrageously, tossing their hair and being generally provocative. It worked.
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"Omigawd, that tall dude felt me up and made me wet," Rosalyn laughed as they drove away. Jane was aroused as well and was no longer embarrassed about it. College-aged boys had surrounded their table, never missing an opportunity to steal a kiss or cop a feel as they tried none the too subtle pick-up lines.
The girls, and Jane in spite of her initial reluctance, preened and enticed them to a fever pitch. Someone had paid for their meals and ordered more coffee so they remained for some time, leaving only when the management had politely asked them all to leave. Promising to meet the boys at the Jiving Crab that evening for dancing, they made good their escape.
"You had two hunks after you," Mary Anne said appreciatively, snuggling up to Jane. "They thought you were hot."
"They were cute, a little young for me, but cute," Jane said, giggling. "Tell me, what's a MILF?"
The girls looked at one another, and then Heather said, "Um...well...that's a term meaning Mom's I'd Like to Fuck." They erupted into gales of laughter as Jane blushed. "That's a compliment, Ms. Dugan," Robin said, catching her breath. "They wanted you bad."
Jane put her arms around Mary Anne and Robin and pulled them close. "I am so glad I went with you girls today. I had so much fun."
"So did I, Ms. Dugan," Robin replied, resting her head against Jane's shoulder.
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The week passed quickly, one day blending into the next as the five sunned and swam, ordering food in or going to restaurants and having a wonderful time. Heather and her friends were returning to college in the fall, so they intended to enjoy themselves as much as they could this summer. On Saturday, the girls decided to go dancing at the Jiving Crab. Jane declined their invitation, deciding to read a book and relax on the deck. She read and sipped her wine until the sun set, then moved inside, climbed the stairs to her bedroom and lay on the bed. The wine made her sleepy so she dozed off.
When she awakened, night had fallen and a cool wind was blowing through the open windows. She attempted to move, but her wrists were tied to the headboard. Who could have done such a thing? Then she realized she was naked. She tried to remain calm. If burglars had done this, she would be quiet and let them take what they wanted, but what if they intended to rape her? Shutting her eyes, she began to panic.
"Oh good, you're awake."
Jane opened her eyes to see Robin standing at the foot of the bed carrying a lit candle. Her jet-black hair gleamed in the dim light and she was smiling.
"Robin, thank goodness you're here. Untie me, please. There may be burglars in the house."
Robin's smile widened, "There aren't any burglars. I tied you up."
"You did, why? Is this a joke? It's not funny! Untie me this minute!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Ms. Dugan. Not yet anyway."
Robin placed the candle on the bureau and walked about the room lighting others that Jane knew were not there when she fell asleep.
"Robin! I demand you untie me! What is the meaning of this?"
The girl dropped her robe and stood naked, her eyes glittering in the candle flames. Then she climbed on the bed and knelt next to Jane.
