Shona exhaled with a sigh, a trail of smoke escaping from between her lips as she idly lounged in the sun. In a few weeks time she would be jetting off for a month in the sun with her friends, Sandra, Amanda and Jane. On their return, the four friends would begin studying for their degrees at University. At home, on her parents' farm in Ireland, Shona missed having her friends nearby. More than that, she missed her boyfriend, Craig.
Alone in the house with both her parents at work and her younger sister, Niamh, spending the summer working as an au pair in France, nothing would have made Shona happier than to have been able spend the hot summer's afternoon with Craig, together in some secluded spot, fucking each other senseless. She had recently spent a whole week doing just that when Craig had come to visit before starting his summer placement. That had been almost a month ago and, since then, Shona had endured the most prolonged period of abstinence since she had lost her virginity at fourteen, almost five years before.
Since Craig had flown back to England, the only sexual gratification that Shona had enjoyed had been that which she had provided for herself and that, she reflected bitterly, had done little to relieve her pent up frustration. Before flying out on holiday with her friends, Shona would spend a week with Craig in England. Counting the days until she would be with him again, Shona allowed herself to smile as it occurred to her that, by the time she saw Craig again, she would be so worked up that's she'd be ready to jump on him the moment they met in the airport arrivals lounge. She strongly suspected that she wouldn't be able to wait for the hour long drive from the airport to Craig's home to be completed before feeling her boyfriend inside her again.
Thinking about Craig as she lay in the heat of the early afternoon sun, Shona found her thoughts becoming increasingly erotic. Reaching for the bottle of sun cream that lay on the ground beside her lounger, she poured a small amount on to the palm of one hand. The sticky, white cream was warm from being exposed to the sun's rays. It took very little imagination in Shona's aroused state for her to imagine it was something else entirely as she rubbed her hands together.
"Oooooohhhh, mmmmmm," she purred as her hands slid over her breasts. Closing her eyes, she imagined Craig leaning over her, his hand still pumping his thick cock, having just spent his load over her breasts. She could feel herself getting wetter as she rubbed the thick cream into her skin. Pinching her nipples with her fingers, Shona moaned with pleasure, her back arching sinuously against the sun lounger as she imagined hands, other than her own, playing with her breasts.
A series of images flashed through Shona's mind she became increasingly aroused. A host of faces, both male and female, paraded themselves before her in her imagination. People she had had sex with mingled with those she had fantasised about as her hands slid over her breasts.
Without being aware of how it happened, Shona found one of her hands inside the front of her bikini bottom, her fingers stroking her wet lower lips. She squirmed on the lounger, visualising the men who had fucked her, the women who had feasted on her pussy. In her imagination, the finger teasing her clit transformed itself into Jane's tongue, licking her tenderly as only her best friend knew how to. She slid two fingers into her cunt. They became Craig's cock, pumping in and out, stretching her as he plunged deep inside.
"Oh... Ohhhhhh fuck!" Shona gasped as she drove herself onwards, the warm glow inside her rivalling the heat of the sun on her body. Feeling her body begin to tremble, she plunged her fingers deeper into her cunt, twisting them around inside her. "Oh Craig!" she moaned, no longer able to determine between reality and imagination, "Fuck me... fuck me.... FUCK MEEEE!!!!"
Shona's body heaved as she came, an intensely powerful orgasm ripping through her. Her fingers still pumped in and out of her cunt as she let the sensations consume her. She came again and again, her climax peaking over and over, combining with the afternoon heat to drain her strength.
Exhausted, Shona finally let her orgasm dissipate. Far from satisfying her, the cataclysmic release only added to her sense of frustration. Shona knew that she wouldn't be able to wait until she saw Craig again to feel a cock inside her, giving her the fucking she craved so badly.
Always highly sexed, Shona was, once again, grateful that in Craig, she had a boyfriend who could not only turn her inside out, satisfying her in ways that no one else, not even Jane, could but could accept the fact that she had needs and desires that no one person alone could fulfil. Openly bisexual, Shona would have been hard pressed to remember exactly how many people she had shared her body with in the three years that she had been Craig's girlfriend. In her final year of school alone, she had had sex with somewhere in the region of forty different men and at least a dozen women. Of all the girls in school, only Jane had managed to carve as many notches on her headboard as Shona, Even their friends, Amanda and Sandra, neither of whom stinted in bestowing their favours when the mood or occasion took them, couldn't come close to matching the exploits of the two former St. Mary's head girls. Never one to be called a hypocrite, Shona was well aware and fully accepted that Craig had enjoyed his full share of other girls, including Jane, in the time that they had been a couple. They both enjoyed sex, especially with each other, but theirs was a relationship built on more than just sex. Exclusivity on either part was neither expected nor practised. Jealousy was unknown.
With a sigh, Shona realised that she needed to go inside and cool off for a bit. She slipped her light, summer dress over her body and made her way indoors. In the kitchen, she stopped at the fridge to get herself a cold drink. Reaching into the cupboard for a glass, she quickly poured herself an orange juice.
Looking out of the window, Shona was surprised to see a car pull up outside the house. She watched as a young couple got out of the car and began to walk up the path. The man was tall, well built and appeared to be in his early twenties. The girl was stunningly attractive, tall, with a generous figure and had striking long, curly red hair. As she watched the couple walk up the path towards the house, Shona realised that there was something familiar about them, nagging at the back of her mind.
The doorbell rang. Shona opened the front door. "Hi, Shona," the man said then, seeing her slightly puzzled expression asked, "It is Shona, isn't it?"
"Y... yes," Shona stammered, "How did..." The question died on her lips as she realised that the tall, extremely good looking man standing in front of her was her cousin, Brendan. She experienced another jolt as she recognised his companion as his sister, Bernadette. "Brendan? Bernie?" she exclaimed, hugging her cousins, "what... I mean, how... I, I can't believe it. I didn't recognise either of you," she admitted.
Brendan laughed. "Well, it has been almost six years, so I guess I'll forgive you," he said.
Still slightly dazed, Shona led Brendan and Bernadette into the house. When she and her sister Niamh had been children, the four cousins had often played together, spending their summers together, either on Shona's parents' farm or at her aunt and uncle's in Kilkenny. Brendan was two years older than Shona, his sister, Bernadette was six months younger than her. Brendan and Bernadette had emigrated with their parents to New Zealand when Shona was thirteen and this was the first time that she had seen either of them since.
In the kitchen, Shona fixed cold drinks for them all before leading her cousins to the garden. "I can't believe your folks never told you we were coming," Brendan said as he sat down at the patio table, "they've known for a couple of months," he added.
"They probably wanted to surprise me," Shona said. "Come to think of it, mum seemed pretty relieved when I didn't want to go into town with her this morning," she added wryly.
As they sat and chatted, reliving memories and filling each other in on the past six years, Shona couldn't keep herself from staring at her cousins. Brendan had always been tall and it was no surprise that he had grown up to be an extremely good looking young man. In the first flush of adolescence, Shona had had a crush on her slightly older cousin that had, just before he and his family emigrated, led to some fairly serious fumbling. Bernadette, however, was a different matter. When Shona had last seen her she had been an awkward teenager; skinny, spotty, wearing thick glasses and possessing very little self confidence. That she had, over the intervening years, transformed into a strikingly beautiful young woman defied all explanation.
Lost in her thoughts, Shona shook her head, aware that the conversation had dried up. She caught Brendan's gaze and smiled, realising that he was appraising himself of the differences between the generously curved and attractive young woman that sat in front of him and the body of the girl he had known six years earlier. A covert glance in the direction of his groin confirmed to Shona that Brendan approved of the differences.
