The Beach House (19 page)

Letting her breath out all at once Jenni
opened the squealing pickup door and walked barefoot around the
house. It was late September with not a single change over today so
Jenni was early. Kim and Joe were the only people still in
residence in the dozen large beach houses spread along this piece
of shoreline. The air was cooler as the heat of summer leaked away,
but the sea would still be warm if they ever got as far as swimming
today. Jenni carried a small plastic bag containing her mismatched
bikini and the beautiful jersey dress Kim had loaned her. Jenni had
tried to make herself wait, not wanting them to sense her
desperation but by eleven she had cleaned the kitchen three times
and gone back into the bathroom twice with the intention of
removing the rest of her bush and had decided she had to get out,
go down to the beach house and whatever fate awaited her there.

Jenni had forced herself to stay away all
week, hoping Mark’s anger and suspicion might fade, wondering if
her own infatuation was shallow enough to be dismissed. Almost
wishing the feelings raging inside would leave and she could return
to her life – lousy as it was. She had waited for the fresh bruises
to fade, waited for sanity to reassert itself, but although the
dark shadows left her skin the lust remained and eventually she
knew she had to return to this house on the beach, return to the
couple she wanted, the couple she needed, whatever the outcome was
going to be.

The seam along the crotch of her jeans
rubbed against clean pussy lips with every step she took and Jenni
allowed her awareness to focus there at last. God, she hoped she
hadn’t misread their intentions. She mentally shook herself. No, of
course she hadn’t. How would they react to her slutty appearance,
she wondered? Even after the words both had spoken to her, after
the things Kim had done to her, Jenni lacked faith in her looks and
her body, failed to see what was glaringly obvious to everyone
other than Mark.

***

Joe sat on the porch bouncing Ami on his lap. His
daughter was unsettled today, a new tooth popping through, her gum
sore. They had rubbed Dr Shepherds on her gum which had helped a
little, but she was still out of sorts. She had woken Joe at two
that morning and again at five and he was woozy from lack of
sleep.

Ami stopped making the little moaning noise
she had been practicing for the last hour and when Joe glanced up
to discover what had distracted her he saw Jenni walking across the
gap between the houses. His breath stopped, guilt surging through
him as he grew instantly hard, the response feeling wrong with his
daughter standing on his legs but it was nothing he could stop, a
pure reaction. Jenni looked unbelievable. She waved and Joe
balanced Ami and lifted one hand and waved back, gripped Ami’s
wrist and waved her hand as well. Jenni stopped below the porch,
grinning. She stuck her hands in the back pockets of the cut-off
jeans, a move designed to push her hips forward and breasts out.
How in hell she managed to get her hands in the pockets Joe didn’t
know, because if they were any tighter she’d be wearing them inside
her skin. The legs had been cut roughly as though with a knife,
strands of denim hanging down against her thighs. The waistband
scooped low, displaying a stretch of tanned skin between the bottom
of her tank top and the start of the copper buttons running down
the front of the shorts. The denim tugged tightly between Jenni’s
legs, outlining the full lips of her pussy. The thin tank top
failed enchantingly to hide the peaks of her nipples and it was
more than obvious she wore no bra beneath. One strap was torn half
through, drifting down off her shoulder.

“Ah!” Ami cried, holding her arms out and
the look on Jenni’s beautiful face changed, the heat of lust fading
to be replaced by joy and she reached up over the porch rail as Joe
handed Ami over. Legs bicycled and Ami grabbed Jenni’s hair,
pulling hard enough to hurt but Jenni only hugged her against her
shoulder and kissed her head.

“We’ve missed you this week,” Joe said. “Has
everything been okay?”

Jenni nodded. “Mark’s been a bit wired. He
kept asking about you after we met in the super-mart.”

“What did you tell him?”

“The truth,” Jenni said, staring into his
eyes.

“The truth?”

“Sure. You’re renting the beach house. I see
you around. That’s the truth, isn’t it?”

“Ah,” Joe said. “
That
truth.”

“Yeah, that one”

“How long can you stay?” Joe gazed back at
her, wondering if the hunger showed in his eyes as it showed in
Jenni’s.

“Same as last week. Mark’ll be bowling so I
can stay for dinner. If I’m invited that is.” Jenni’s cheeks
flushed and for a moment she appeared embarrassed at her
assumption.

“Of course you’re invited.”

“Don’t you need to ask Kim?” Jenni came up
on the porch and sat in one of the bleached wooden chairs across
from Joe. Kim wriggled against her front and put a pudgy hand
directly against her breast. It was all just something to play with
as far as she was concerned.

“We talked,” Joe said. “Stay as long as you
like. Whenever you like.” He watched as Ami grabbed the neck of
Jenni’s tank top and tugged downward, revealing the soft upper
swell of her breasts, the deep valley of her cleavage. He let his
eyes drift openly over her body, down to her thighs. She had lifted
one leg over the arm of the chair as though wanting to display
herself to him, and the movement stretched the denim so tight he
glimpsed the outer edges of her labia peeking out. He stared, a
jolt of arousal rushing through him as he saw she was completely
free of hair. He wondered if it was uncomfortable; the jeans way
too small, way too tight to be anything other than uncomfortable.
Not that he was complaining.

***

Jenni and Joe started as the screen door slammed.
Kim caught the look on Joe’s face as he stared at Jenni and smiled.
Jenni’s neck and chest was flushed pink and she went back to
playing with Ami to cover her obvious arousal.

“What’s wrong with her today? She’s not
herself.” Kim heard Jenni cough in an attempt to clear the lust
from her voice.

“She’s teething.” Kim sat next to Joe and
brushed her hand against his arm. She wore bikini pants and the
blue cover-up but no bikini top, and as the wind caught and lifted
the feather-light material her breasts appeared uncloaked, then
re-covered but still visible.

“Poor little thing.” Jenni hugged Ami to
her.

Kim laughed. “You wouldn’t say that if you
had those tooth stumps gnawing at your tits. God, she’s going to
need feeding again soon.”

“I’ll give her a bottle,” Joe said. “You
don’t need to be a martyr.”

Kim smiled gratefully. “I think I might just
let you.”

“Can I?” Jenni asked, shyly. “I’d like to
feed her.”

“Sure,” Kim said. “Are you and Joe going
swimming? Did you bring your stuff?”

“Of course.” Jenni leaned forward, her
breasts dipping inside the tank top. She pushed a plastic shopping
sac across the table. “I brought your dress back too. I washed
it.”

“You didn’t need to.” Kim opened the top of
the bag and looked inside. The jersey dress lay inside neatly
folded, the smell of the same conditioner Jenni used on their
sheets escaping. “I want you to keep it.”

“I can’t do that. It’s expensive.”

“I want you to keep it,” Kim said. “It looks
a whole lot better on you than it does me.”

“I doubt that,” Jenni said, but she flushed
again, bit the corner of her lip. “I’d like to see it on you, Kim.”
Her eyes came up, brazen now.

Kim laughed. “Maybe we’ll have a fashion
show later on. Me and you, we can drive Joe wild.”

“I like the sound of that,” Joe said.

Kim reached across the table. “Here, give me
Ami. You two go swimming and I’ll make lunch.”

Between them they walked Ami across the
tabletop and Jenni took the bag containing her bikini inside. Kim
looked sideways at Joe, amused at his forced casualness. He stared
out over the beach as though something fascinating had drawn his
attention. He glanced at her, stood and tugged his shirt over his
head, dropped his pants to reveal the tight speedos. He made no
effort to hide the bulge his cock made and Kim stared, letting him
see her stare, arousal trickling through her.

Jenni returned quickly. She would know the
house intimately, having cleaned every corner and crevice over the
years. She had probably changed in the downstairs shower room and
when she came out Joe stepped down onto the sand below the porch.
Kim rose and placed a hand on Jenni’s arm, stopping her at the top
of the step.

“Don’t get in a fight with any more jellies,
will you?”

Jenni grinned. “Try not to.”

“Good.” Kim leaned across and kissed Jenni
on the lips, catching Jenni’s full bottom lip with her teeth just
before she drew back. “Because I’ve got plans for later.”

“Oh?”

Kim slapped Jenni on the ass. “Go on, burn
off some energy. We’ll eat when you get back.”

***

Jenni ran down the steps past Joe, running hard, not
knowing if she was running away or toward something. She sensed Joe
next to her, and though it was impossible is seemed as though his
masculine energy touched her like a warm cocoon. They hit the water
and the cold knocked the breath from her and if she had been above
the surface she would have laughed. She half expected something to
start with Joe while they swam, but he appeared distracted,
thinking about something, and they swam out as far as they had the
first time and the only indication of what might lie ahead came
when he drifted against her, slipped his arms around her back and
kissed her hard, once, on the mouth. They sank slowly beneath the
swell, sank deep, not touching bottom and Jenni wanted to stay that
way forever, locked against Joe, taking her air from him. She knew
he was aroused, his cock pressing thick against her thigh, knew she
was as well, had been since she rose that morning. They kicked for
the surface and without a word Joe rolled and swam away and she
stroked hard to catch up.

Coming out from the ocean Jenni was glad she
and Joe had gone no further in the water. She would have succumbed,
she knew, her willpower sapped by swirling thoughts of sex with
both these people. Joe played it cool, treating her exactly as he
had every other time and as she splashed from the water she was in
control again. This was not going to be about her rolling over and
doing anything they wanted, this was going to be about her as well,
about what she needed.

Joe fell into step beside her and she
glanced at him and grinned. “That was a great swim. Thanks.”

“What for?”

“Just thanks.”

Joe gave her a puzzled look, Jenni showing
him a different person to the one he went into the water with.

As they came into the kitchen Kim was laying
four places, Ami already in her highchair with a plastic spoon in
her hand, trying to dig something edible from the plastic tray in
front of her. Jenni saw Joe stop and then he said, “Solids?”

Kim grinned. “You did say it was time.”

“But you... no, great. What’s she
having?”

“Same as us. Pasta with chicken. Except hers
comes out of this cute little jar.” Kim held up a small plastic jar
with a bright picture printed on the front showing a healthy
looking rooster and some twists of frusilli. All business, Kim
said, “Joe, you shower upstairs. Jenni you can use the one down
here. Ready in ten minutes so don’t be long.”

Jenni needed only to wash the salt off
herself. She closed the door of the small downstairs shower room
and stripped out of her mismatched top and bikini briefs. She
shivered with cold once naked, which was stupid, because what she
had been wearing made her almost naked anyway. She turned on the
electric shower and waited for the heat to start up then stepped
under the spray, letting it run through her hair. She shampooed and
ran soap over herself quickly, turned so the water cascaded over
her head, her hair washing in long ripples down her back.

The door opened and Kim stepped through,
still dressed in the flimsy cover-up.

“I brought you the dress, Jen. I thought you
might want to wear it today.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It looks so much better on you
than me. I think Joe likes you in it too.”

Kim placed the soft dress on the towel box
and stood for a moment staring openly at Jenni.

Jenni was determined not to cover herself,
although that was her natural reaction. After what Kim had done to
her the week before it seemed ridiculous to pretend, but instinct
made her want to lift her hands to her breasts. She saw the way
Kim’s eyes traced her body. She saw her stiffen, and Jenni realized
Kim’s sharp gaze had recognized the almost completely faded
bruises.

“What are those?” Kim asked, her voice
losing all flirtatiousness.

“Nothing,” Jenni said, trying to move her
arms to cover herself without making it obvious, ashamed to show
this woman what Mark had done to her.

Kim stepped across until she was directly in
front of her. Water bounced off Jenni’s breasts and splashed onto
Kim’s gauzy covering. Kim was almost in the shower with her, and
she lifted Jenni’s arm away from her side and bent to look. The
bruising had almost disappeared, but a faint dark yellow stain
remained beneath her tan.

“Did Mark do this to you?”

Jenni looked to the side. She didn’t want to
answer.

“Did he?” Kim’s voice hard now.

Jenni nodded.

“Does he do this often?”

Jenni shook her head.

“A you telling me the truth, Jen?”

“Every couple of months, maybe. I’ve gotten
used to it.” She didn’t dare confess that Mark was hitting her more
often lately.