This is a story about a quickie at the amusement park one afternoon. The events are true. I changed the names to protect the guilty. Any similarities to anyone else alive or dead is purely coincidental.
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So it was a day at the theme park for us at Adventure World. We didn't have to travel far, we're only a couple suburbs away from this amusement park, lucky us hey!
Well, it's the only theme park in our state of Western Australia so we take the good with the bad, we have 'no choice' but to go here, at least that 'no choice' is just a half hour drive away. I'm there with my Aunt Janelle, her dickhead of a partner Gary, their son and my favourite kid in the world Angus. Harry is with us too, technically Harriette, Janelle's bestie and Robert, Harriette's latest squeeze. It might sound strange that I'm there with my aunt but honestly she more like a cousin since our ages are only 4 years apart.
I've looked up to her a lot of my life but there was a time when she went through a rebellious teen phase and I was in two minds about whether she was great for "having the balls to have said or done that" or not so great, "gee she stepped over the mark with that one."
I was by no means a golden child but if one were to compare... Either way we have kept relatively close even now that I'm just out of my teens. I'm out of home and starting to make a life for myself so some of my insecurity keeps me in contact with the one person that looks everyone in the eye and says what she wants whenever she wants. I find a strange kind of comfort in that.
We just got back to sit down in the grassy area where we've set up our picnic blanket and bags for the day. We had just done the rounds in the kiddies corner. I had to go with Angus on the rides because his fucktard of a dad is too macho for that shit. I felt like a right tool but still, it makes Angus look up to me like some kind of god or something.
"You're going to make an awesome dad one day" Janelle seems to be on the same page as Angus and gives me the mother hen's approval. She starts to pull out some of the lunches that she packed. Weird, I think of her as some kind of rebel but she's all domesticated when it comes to her son. "Travis can you go get us a box of chips from the canteen?" nice how she asks me for a favour right after complimenting me... and her useless partner is meant to provide isn't he?
"yeh, okay," yeh i'm a sucker. I make my way over to the canteen. There's a line up, of course. I wasn't there for a minute when I get a pinch on my arse and feel a body slide up to me.
"Oh, hello Brooke," I'm half surprised and half not to see this girl. She's a bit of a social butterfly. Brooke and I were in the same year in school. I was never close to her in school but since leaving I've seen her on a half regular basis at the pub or a party of mutual friends. She must think i'm a player from seeing me around so much.
"Hey spunky. Are you hungry for something?" she's giddy and gives me a look that's not lost on me. She's standing tall with her shoulders back which pushes her tits out and one knee is pulled in close to the other. I can't tell if she's trying to be coy or strike a pose. I wish she would bounce on the balls of her feet and jiggle those tits for me.
"You know it," I look at her, pause, then down her body so she knows I'm looking. She's just wearing a bikini top and a towel around her waste. Well, of course, she's got bikini bottoms but I can't see that can I? So I imagine her naked underneath that towel with her heavy set cheerleader's body. Her curly, dirty blonde hair is wet from a recent swim or water slide. She's got big green eyes, tanned skin that glisten in the sun and aside from the aforementioned clothes, not a lot else. She's not especially tall at 5'4" so normally when she stands this close I can get a good look down her cleavage at what I think must be at least C cup boobs. With her bikini the view doesn't change much with my high point of view since they're out there for everyone to see. "You look delicious," I say checking her out.
She gives me the universal "arrrrr," like a tiger "bite me." She knows exactly what she's doing to me. It seems she wants it too. I look around me for somewhere I can drag this girl and pull that bikini and towel from her body. "This way," she pulls me by the hand. She must be thinking the same thing. She doesn't take me far, just around to the rear of the canteen. There are change rooms for patrons. As we approach the women's entrance a middle aged woman in a sarong is approaching from the other direction and Brooke jumps into action. "Umm, miss, don't come into this change room. There's some guy in there disturbing the girls. I brought my boyfriend to drag him out of there," referring to me.
"Oh, okay. Thanks," she says a little taken aback at the apparent situation.
