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Bottle Blonde, A college student makes a hasty wish while at a beach party. By Sara James "I fucking hate him." Nick's face and neck had turned a deep crimson. The veins in his neck were clearly visible. If you looked at them carefully, you could see them pulse in time to his heartbeat. While he was only slightly overweight, the effect was still alarming. Bill, by comparison, was almost asleep. "No you don't. You want to be him, just like every other guy in the dorm." Taking a leisurely sip from the soda can that actually contained beer, Bill sighed and wiped some stray foam from his goatee. "I'd like to be him for a long weekend, just so I could snag some of the pussy that he's constantly getting offered." The two friends sat on the sand and watched the spectacle that was Eddie Vance. Surrounded by a dozen or so bikini clad women, he was squirting lighter fluid on a pile of wood that was going to be a bonfire. The rest of the beach contained an assortment of both guys and girls from the dorm, but except for the area around the soon to be bonfire, there were definitely more men then women. Even the mixed group playing volleyball was more male than female. Nick didn't miss the glances that everyone snuck in Eddie's direction. Eddie was blonde, dumb, good looking and well liked. It was almost impossible not to like him. He was easygoing and a lot of fun at a party. He got bad grades, but not bad enough to fail out. It didn't seem to phase him at all to get a "C" grade. He even got the occasional "B." Then again, he was a physical education major; his course load wasn't exactly challenging. All the guys wanted his large biceps and washboard abs. The girls wanted them too, but in an entirely different way. As the smart, overweight guy, Nick had been by turns envious and angered by the ease with which Eddie seemed to get whatever he wanted. At the moment, Nick was about as angry as he had ever been. "All the guys want to be him, and all girls want to be with him," Bill mused before taking another sip of his drink. "Such is life." "I hope he lights himself on fire," Nick growled. "Fucking prick. People that blonde should be killed at birth to protect the gene pool from their stupidity." Bill turned and stared at Nick with a faint smile. "You should have a beer." Beer was Bill's answer to almost any dilemma. Having problems with a class? Relax, have a beer. Feeling rejected? Have a beer. Feeling hungover? Have a beer. "No thanks," Nick returned, still looking at Eddie and the shapely, attractive, bikini clad women that surrounded him. "You know it goes right to my gut." "That's the point," Bill returned, deliberately misunderstanding. "First it goes to your gut, then it goes to your head, and then the fun really begins!" Nick just shook his head. He had always been vaguely disappointed in his father because of his large pot belly. It had never occurred to Nick when he was younger that he would have one too. Drinking beer just seemed to accelerate the process. Bill tipped his head back, finishing off the can's contents. "Time for a refill. Want to join me?" Nick stood up when Bill did, intending to join him. For once, a beer might be just what he needed. He opened his mouth to tell Bill that, but was interrupted by a peal of female laughter and applause. All Eddie had done was touch off the lighter fluid with a match, but all the girls were treating him as if he had invented fire just for them. "No thanks," Nick said sourly as he watched several of the women use the lighting of the fire as an excuse to hug Eddie and kiss him on the cheek. The other women looked on with sharp eyes, faces thoughtful, like they were biding their time. "I think I'm going to go for a quick walk." "Suit yourself," Bill said, but Nick was already walking up the beach to get away from the spectacle around the bonfire. His head filled with black thoughts about what he would like to do to Eddie, Nick used the wet, packed sand near the water's edge like a road. There was almost no curve to the beach, so there was no way to block out the sight of the bonfire or the people from the dorm. Only distance could provide the separation that he needed right then. The sun began to set and the beach began to curve slightly. It lifted Nick's heart. He wanted it to be dark. He wanted the coast to hide the party from him. Soon, both of those things happened. Out of spite, he walked another hundred yards just to make sure he was cut off from the others. Finally he stopped to look around. The beach was a wide stretch of sand there, backed by a rocky embankment. Looking up, Nick could see the headlights of passing cars illuminating the guardrail at the top of the steep slope. No one would be joining him from that direction. There were good beaches along the coast in both directions, but the lack of access at this point prevented this spot from being popular. Few people came there except to jog. Not even couples bothered with this stretch of beach; the lack of boulders to hide behind coupled with the joggers made it a poor spot for romance. However, it was perfect for Nick. Moving to stand ankle deep in the lapping waves, he looked out over the water and watched the last of the day's color draining from the horizon. An unexpectedly large wave rushed ashore, drenching Nick to his knees. Simultaneously, his shin exploded with pain as a weight smashed against it. Collapsing on his side, the receding wave managed to drench him thoroughly. "Shit," he spluttered, glad that none of his "friends" were there to compare him to a beached whale. Even though he was only wearing knee length khaki shorts and a t-shirt, he felt like it would take him hours to get dry. As the wave withdrew, it left the source of his pain its wake. Nick had expected a piece of driftwood. Instead, it was a bottle. Nick felt immediately better. While he had never seen the bottle before, he recognized its purpose at once. Picking it up, he moved farther up the beach to sit and dry out. Setting the bottle in front of him, he stared at it and wondered what he should do. The glass was clear and unfogged by moisture or salt. Sealed with care, there was not even a trace of water inside. Cork and wax had been used to guarantee a watertight seal. Inside, protected from the elements was a rolled tube of fancy parchment paper wrapped in a red ribbon. Even in the dim light from the stars and the cars passing by above, the redness of the ribbon seemed to ooze a liquid warmth. Clearly, it was a message in a bottle. Part of him wanted to carry it back to the fire in an attempt to draw attention to himself. Something like this might make some of the women pay more attention to him than normal. Also, the light of the fire would make the message easier to read. On the other hand, he wasn't sure he wanted to share anything right then. He wasn't feeling charitable. The idea of sharing with people who barely noticed his existence didn't really hold any appeal. Plus, Nick was sopping wet. He didn't like the idea of the questions that would bring on, bottle or no bottle. In the end, it was the long walk back that was the deciding factor. Nick was curious and he didn't want to wait to find out what was written on the parchment. Breaking the bottle's seal, he used his short fingernails to chip away the wax seal. The cork was another issue. Like a wine bottle, the cork was flush with the neck of the bottle. There was nothing to grab onto to pull the cork out. Nick was annoyed at himself, wondering why the problem of removing the cork hadn't occurred to him. Then with a sudden flash of insight, he saw that he didn't have to remove it. Instead, he used his finger to push the cork farther into the bottle. It took him several minutes and the use of a driftwood stick, but he was finally able to push the cork far enough in so that it fell inside the bottle. As he considered the best way to remove the rolled parchment from the bottle, the decision was taken from him. The bottle began to glow as if it was a lantern. The red ribbon and the sand colored paper where clearly visible, but only for the space of several heartbeats. Then they melted, filling the bottle with a glowing vapor. Nick dropped the bottle and crabbed backwards. The vapor rose from the neck, filling the air above the bottle, still glowing, condensing into a solid shape once more. A human shape. It was over almost as quickly as it had started. A man stood before Nick. Even in the dim light, he was clearly visible to Nick. His torso was covered by only a vest that was open at the front. His trousers were cinched to his waist by a wide belt, ballooning outward to hang loose around his legs and gathering again at the ankles. His feet were covered by silken slippers. The lack of a turban and the fact that the slippers didn't have pointed, curly toes defied the stereotype, but there was no mistaking that this man appeared to be a genie. "Command me," he rumbled in a deep baritone voice. He looked less than pleased, and his words bordered on being a demand. Nick could only stare at him, slack jawed and amazed by the impossibility he had just witnessed. "Are you a, a genie?" he finally managed to sputter. The man's face shifted into a definite scowl. The motion was like the sound of rocks being pounded together. "I am of the Djinni people. I am a Djinn. I am bound to your command until you bind me or release me." He took at step forward and Nick almost wet himself. He moved like liquid death. "Command me!" Nick had heard lots of stories about genies, but none of them had prepared him for this. "I get three wishes, right?" He was sure that how it went. "Then you go back in the bottle until someone else finds you?" Nick's voice squeaked on the end of his sentence, turning it into a question. The man's response was simple. He stepped on the bottle, crushing it. "I am yours to command." His smile was like the flash of daggers. What the man was saying finally sank in. "You mean, I get as many wishes as I want?" The man's attitude began to make sense. "You have to do what I tell you to do? Indefinitely?" "Yessss." The word was like acid leaking from the man's lips. Nick stood up, still wet from the surf. "Dry me off." He waited for the genie to do something, but he didn't. No arm waving, no chanting . . . nothing. He was about to complain when he discovered that he was already dry. He hadn't even noticed the change. All he could say as he looked down at himself was, "Wow." "Indeed," snarled the man. Nick thought about the stories he had read about wishing. Most of them involved wishes gone bad. In the end, the final wish was usually given over to fixing the previous wishes, leaving the person no better off than they had started. If they were that lucky. The limitation was usually in the number of wishes. With only three wishes, you had to be careful. One bad wish meant at least one wish wasted undoing the damage. It made Nick smile. He had an unlimited number of wishes. Even a bad wish could be undone. Thinking of Eddie, Nick decided to see what the genie could do. "I want to be blonde and good looking. I want women to look at me and want to be with me. I want men to look at me and be jealous." Nick was surprised when the genie laughed. "As you command," he said. Raising his arm, Nick made a fist and flexed his bicep. He expected his arm to look like he was one of those muscular wrestlers on TV. Instead, he looked like he had lost weight. He goggled, letting his fist uncurl. The fingers that were revealed were thin and delicate, the nails longer than he normally wore them. Looking down at himself, he could tell even in the dim light that his body was all wrong. He looked like . . . "A girl?" he whined, his high pitched, silken voice lending weight to his guess. "You turned me into a girl?" "It was your command." The genie's eye's blazed with satisfaction. Nick could feel the sag of his full, heavy breasts against his ribs. Their tips were suffused with a dull ache that made him want to scratch them. "I didn't command you to change me into a girl!" Looking down, he couldn't see his abdomen past the bulk of his chest unless he craned his neck forward and hunched his shoulders. Standing normally, all he could see was his breasts and the wide curves of his hips. "Look at me! This isn't what I wanted." "I grant my wishes in the same way I speak your language," the genie explained. "I pull it from your mind. You desired to be blonde. You are blonde. You wanted to be good looking." The genie's smile became a smirk as his eyes wandered over the curves of Nick's new form. "You are very good looking. When you think of good looking blondes, this is what your mind tells me you mean. In the same way, women will seek to befriend you in order to be near you. Men will seethe with jealousy at the thought of any man besides themselves possessing you." Nick stamped his foot. "But I don't want to be a girl!" Something about what he had just done seemed odd, but he shrugged it off. Reaching up to his head, he felt his hair. Pulling a few strands forward, he couldn't tell what color it was in the growing darkness, but there was no doubt in his mind that it must be blonde. It was very long. It cascaded down his back in loose waves that were halfway between straight and curly. Reaching behind himself, he could feel that it hung about a hand's width below the small of his back. "I don't want to be like this. I want to be normal! I want to fit in!" The night air seemed suddenly cooler. Nick looked down to find himself wearing a bikini. It did little to cover his transformed body. In fact, even with the change in clothing Nick could tell that his curves were even more provocative than they had been moments before. The bikini top helped deepen his cleavage into a gun-sight that aimed straight down the centerline of his body. Nick looked up, intending to scream at the genie. The words died half formed in his throat. One look at the handsome, virile man that was the genie drove away any desire to be angry with him. Moisture filled Nick's mouth, forcing him to swallow. The sight of the genie's strong arms and broad chest were literally making Nick salivate. "What did you do to me?" The words came out of his mouth in a sultry, near whisper. "You did not want to be a girl. I did nothing because you are a woman, not a girl. You did not want to be like you were, so I changed you according to your new requests. You wanted to be normal, so I gave you the skills and tastes that a normal woman would possess but that you did not. You asked to fit in, so I altered what you were wearing to match what the other women on this beach are wearing. I also altered your body slightly to make you look even better in your new clothing, to make it fit you better, making my obedience to your command two-fold. Now, you will truly 'fit in.'" "But I'm attracted to you." Nick fought an urge to step closer and run his hands over the genie's chest. "Why is that?" The genie began to circle Nick, forcing him to turn to watch his progress. "Women are attracted to men. Is this not normal? Did you not ask me to be normal? Do you not like the things that I have done for you?" "No," Nick said, distracted by his mounting attraction to the dangerous grace of the genie's movements. The man's dark good looks and his confident assertiveness made Nick feel like the air didn't have enough oxygen. He had to almost pant just to keep from fainting with desire for the man. "I want things to go back to the way they were. I want to be like I was before I opened the bottle." The genie waved a hand airily. "As you wish." As suddenly as if he had fallen into a pool, Nick was drenched from head to foot. Nick spluttered and held his arms out while he looked down at himself. The thin fabric of the bikini now clung to him like a second skin. The cool air and the cooler water had changed the contour of his breasts. They seemed rounder now, firmer, and the nipples stood out as clearly as two small marbles. He could feel his long hair clinging to his back like a wet towel that leaked icy streams of water down his legs. Being wet was much more unbearable the second time around. With the sun fully set, the air had grown cooler. Or course, the skimpiness of the bikini wasn't doing anything to help keep him warm. "This isn't what I meant!" "You are difficult to please," purred the genie, not looking at all upset. "I thought you wanted to be wet again. Or perhaps this is what you were asking for?" Nick fell to his knees with a gasp. He hugged himself, trembling violently as he doubled over. His hair, skin and bikini were all dry again, but he was still as wet as before, only under a completely different meaning of the word. Even on his knees, Nick could feel the waves of arousal wash over him and focusing in the delicate folds of his groin. His bikini briefs didn't stay dry for long. Sitting on his heels, Nick could feel beads of his inner moisture escaping to slide down his thighs. Looking up, Nick's whole world was filled by the sneering face of the genie. By the dim light of the stars, shadows dominated his countenance. "Is this all that you want?" he rumbled like distant thunder. "Have I not given you everything you asked for? I am yours to command. Command me, and I will always obey you." One look at the genie was all Nick needed to know that he had seriously miscalculated. Stories of genies were hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old. If they were real, this being was far older than he looked. For all those years, he had been trapped - "bound," as he put it - and forced to use his vast powers in the service of others, obviously against his will. What person would not resent that? Anyone would struggle for even the slightest illusion of freedom in such a situation. Deliberately misinterpreting the desires of those he was forced to obey was probably the only way the genie had to fight back. Nick decided that he would have to be more careful. The genie would use whatever commands he was given to try and weaken Nick and gain the upper hand. The genie's smirk faded and his face hardened. You know, don't you? Nick thought. You have to read my mind to understand me, so you know that I'm on to you. But you only respond to spoken commands. Just give me a minute to think, buddy, and we'll see just how much wiggle room you have. If I wish to be male . . . "Blonde," the genie barked suddenly. "You commanded me to make you blonde." The suddenness of the words made Nick lose his train of thought. He giggled, thinking of a tiny train rolling around in his head. "Choo choooo!" he said in his best train imitation. He laughed. It was silly. The genie patted him on the head and Nick looked up. The genie looked very happy. "Good girl," he crooned. "You make such a pretty blonde." Nick arched his back and lifted his face to smile at the genie. He knew it was true. He was pretty. Knowing that he was pretty made him giggle. It took another couple of moments before he remembered why he was pretty, and that made him sad. Nick pursed his lips in a pout. "You tricked me. I was a boy. I wanted to be handsome and you turned me into a girl instead. You made me stupid, too!" The genie crossed his arms across his chest. "Yes, I did." Nick got distracted by the genie's biceps. They looked really strong. It made Nick even wetter and more horny than he already was. Then he got really angry, because those were girl things. "You're mean!" he shouted up at him, but the burly genie just laughed at Nick's outburst. That made Nick even madder. "You make me a man right now!" A man appeared next to the genie. Nick recognized him at once; it was a perfect duplicate of the man Nick was before the genie changed him. "Just as you wanted," said the genie with a smile. "I made you a man, and as you wanted but didn't say, he looks just like you used to look. Truly, he is yours. You own him, and all owned things should be obedient. He will obey your wishes even more fully than I do." "Noooo!" Nick whined, knowing that now that he was dumb, he would probably never figure out just the right thing to say to get back to normal. He began to babble, desperate to get back to being his old self. "I want to switch places! I want to be him! Let him be me!" "YES!" the genie shouted. The stars seemed to shine brighter for an instant with his undiluted joy. Stepping forward, he grabbed Nick by his unchanged, feminine shoulders and yanked him to his feet. "I obey you no longer," he exulted, shaking Nick slightly for emphasis. "I have switched your places, but not your form. It is as you commanded. You are now him, a being of my creation, unable to command me. I am free! After ages of being bound and commanded by mortals, I, AM, FREE!!!" "Not so fast, buddy," said the man that looked like Nick. "If she's me, that would make me the real Nick." The genie released his grip and a very confused Nick fell to the sand. "I thought I was Nick." The two men ignored him, glaring at each other with an intensity that seemed to sear the air between them. "Command me," the genie rumbled at the new Nick, emanating ire and distress in equal measures. Nick was distracted again. Falling to the ground had made his left breast bounce out of his bikini top. While the air grew thick with the dramatic silence, Nick pulled the thin fabric back into place. That led to brushing some sand out of his cleavage. It was an interesting sensation, and Nick liked it so much that he continued to caress the inner slopes of his breasts long after the last of the sand was gone. "Command me!" the genie repeated more forcefully, drawing Nick's attention back to the genie and the man that both was and wasn't Nick. "Tell me what you least want me to know," commanded Nick's duplicate. The genie hissed, obviously not please with the command. "The only way to end this is to resume my binding and leave me for another to find. Nothing you say will force me to return this one," he gestured in Nick's direction, "to the way she was before. For everything that is said in a command, there is far more that remains unspoken. It is those unspoken things that I can change. Command me, and I will do my best to find a way to turn it against you. Command me, and in time I will win my way free." "I don't want to stay like this!" blurted Nick. He knew that if he didn't say something, he would be stuck like he was. "Don't listen to him! It's just another trick. You're smart, just like I used to be! You can figure it out, I know you can." The new Nick just shook his head sadly. "Tell me what to say to resume your binding." The genie moaned and fell to his knees. The words that were torn from his mouth were filled with pain. "Say simply, 'Bind yourself. Serve another when they find you.'" Looking up at his doppelganger, Nick was impressed by how manly and in control he looked. Even the pot belly he had once despised was kind of cute, like the round belly of a teddy bear. Nick pressed his legs more firmly together, rediscovering the wet warmth that was still making his insides quiver with anticipation. Nick watched his copy draw himself up, looking scared, angry and powerful all at the same time. "Bind yourself. Serve another when they find you." The result was anticlimactic. The genie faded into glowing vapor. In moments, he had condensed and solidified into a sealed bottle identical to the one Nick had found such a short time before. With no hesitation at all, Nick's double picked up the bottle, walked to the water's edge and hurled the bottle as far out into the ocean as he could. "No!!!" Nick surged to his feet but was too late to stop his double. Racing past him, he dove for the surf. He didn't get far. Less than ten feet into the surf, Nick was stopped by his own strong arms. He tried to fight the copy of his former self, but this new, female body lacked the strength. Before long, he was on his back, panting with exertion, his legs still touched by the lapping surf. His double was on his back next to him, as soaked as Nick had been when he opened the bottle. "That was stupid," the new Nick said ungraciously. "What were you thinking?" Nick sniffed. Water had gone up his nose, making it run. "I was thinking that the genie is the only one with the power to change me back to normal. I want to be me again." "And how would you explain me?" "You could be the girl," said Nick. Nick's laugh sounded both perfectly normal and totally strange coming from another person. "Uh-uh. No way." "Why not?" Nick sat up. He began to pick at his hair and wonder how long it would take to get all of the sand out of it. "I'm you, remember? You never wanted to be a girl, and neither do I. I like myself just fine like I am, thank you very much." He looked at Nick and shrugged. "You're just going to have to live with being a woman." "OK," said Nick. "If that's what you want." "Huh?" Sitting up, Nick's double looked at her closely while she fastidiously brushed wet sand from her arms. "Are you serious?" Nick felt perfectly calm and content. It was a sharp contrast to how upset she had been moments before. "Sure. If I'm going to be stuck as a woman, I may as well like it." And it was true. There was no sense crying over spilt milk. She may have been a man before, but now she was a woman. That's just how it was. His double looked at him like he was confused by something. "You need a name," said Nick. "We can't both be Nick. I'll get confused." She knew she was stupid. If they were both Nick, how would he know when people were talking to her? "I may be a copy," said the double, "but I have all your memories, and I'm the one that looks like you used to. I'm a man and you're a woman. I should be Nick. I think maybe your name should be Lisa. You look like a Lisa." Lisa thought about that. It made sense. "OK," she said brightly. "I'll be Lisa." She giggled nervously, knowing that when she had been a boy, she had always thought of really slutty women as Lisa. "Does that mean you think I look like a slut?" Nick just blushed. "Are you really OK with this?" Lisa thought about that. "No. I'm scared. I don't know what I'm going to do for money and stuff. I don't even have a place to live, or any clothes." Nick shook his head. "That's not what I meant. Do you really want to be called Lisa? Do you really think you like being a woman?" Even though she could understand what Nick was saying, he was confusing her. "Of course I like being a woman. Why wouldn't I? I am one, right? And what's wrong with my name?" "The switch!" Nick burst out. "Of course! You said that you wanted to switch places, but instead of making you a man and making me a woman, he made me the real Nick and you the one he made. Before that, he said that I was yours. He said that . . ." Nick trailed to a nervous stop, but Lisa remembered that part too. "He said I owned you, and that you would obey me." She could feel her lips pouting as she thought about that, a little confused by what it meant. "Does that mean I can tell you what to do and you have to do it?" She smiled, thinking of it like a game. "I know! Bark like a dog!" Smiling gently, Nick shook his head. "No, Lisa. We switched roles. That means I'm the one that owns you. You have to do what I say." "Oh," Lisa said simply. She bit her lower lip and looked at Nick nervously. "You're not going to make me bark like a dog, are you?" "No, Lisa, I won't make you bark like a dog." Exhaling in relief, Lisa couldn't stop the smile that blossomed on her face. She really liked Nick. He was a lot nicer to her than that genie had been. For a moment, she forgot that the reason she was wet because she had tried to go after the bottle. All she could remember for a second was how the genie had drenched her. That in turn reminded her of the other wetness the genie had forced on her. That wetness didn't seem to be going away, and it make her look at Nick in a whole new way. "Maybe you'll make me do it like a dog, huh Nick?" It was half question, half plea. She leaned in close, watching his eyes widen at her proximity. "Would you like that? Would you like telling me what to do?" Nick swallowed hard. "I don't think you should tell anyone about the genie," he said, changing the subject. "OK," Lisa responded. It was a good idea. No one would believe her anyway. "You can't tell anyone that you used to be me. As far as anyone but the two of us is concerned, you were never a guy named Nick." She shrugged. "OK." "I think you should be my girlfriend," Nick continued. "You want to be with me." "OK." If she was Nick's girlfriend, she would have to do her best to make him happy. She moved to sit as close to him as she could without sitting in his lap. Putting her lips near his ear, she let her warm breath tickle his earlobes. "Is there anything else you want?" The silence that stretched out was filled with Nick's obvious arousal. His shorts were still damp, clinging to his member, revealing that the genie's version of Nick sported at least one obvious enhancement. "Yeah," Nick said at last. "You like sex. You like it a lot, but only when I'm interested." He swallowed again. "And you really like giving blowjobs." Lisa could feel the saliva filling her mouth as soon as he said the words. She reached out with her tongue and touched the edge of his ear with a butterfly's light grace. "Of course I do, silly. Every good girlfriend does, and I'm going to be the best girlfriend in the whole world." Putting her hand in his lap, Lisa rubbed his erection through the wet fabric of his shorts. Lisa wasn't sure if it was her smaller, more delicate hands or the not-so-slight enhancements the genie had made, but Nick's penis felt enormous. That only made her salivate more. "Do you want one now?" She was practically drooling as she spoke the words. "It's a public beach," Nick pointed out. He stared at Lisa with a hot combination of need and fear. It made Lisa aware that while Nick might be able to tell her what to do, she had a kind of power over him too. "It's kind of dark out for joggers." She knew what she wanted. All she had to do was convince Nick that what she wanted was what he wanted, and then it would happen. Shifting her position slightly, she "accidentally" brushed her breast across his bicep before enfolding it with her cleavage, melting against his side. "Even if you don't want me to do that, there are . . . other things we can do." She withdrew slightly, tilting her head down slightly and looking up into his eyes through her eyelashes in a way she somehow knew would make him want her even more. Nick swallowed, looking around at the empty beach like a crowd was staring at them. "Yeah, but still, someone might decide to come here." "No one else comes here, remember? That's why we picked this spot." Covering Nick's lips with her own, Lisa kissed him deeply. She touched the rim of his lips with her tongue as they kissed, silently encouraging him to enter her mouth with his own tongue until at last he did. She moaned softly into his mouth, and it ignited his passion. He encircled her with his arms and she rewarded him pressing her breasts against him. At last she forced herself to pull away, pushing her hands against his chest while still remaining within the circle of his arms. They were both panting. "We're the only ones that come here, aren't we, Nick?" Lisa's hands shifted from his chest to his groin. There was no mistaking her meaning as she slid lower along Nick's body. "I try to come here as often as I can," he said, smiling at his own wit. Lisa would have smiled too, but her mouth was already busy doing other things. Nick put his hands on the back of her head. "Oh yeah, as often as I can." By the time the two of them rejoined the party, the bonfire was burning low and everyone was gathered around it, talking about going back to the dorm or out to a club. There were half as many people as before Nick had left. All but two of the women had stayed, leaving an almost equal proportion of men and women behind. They welcomed Nick back with surprise, having thought that he had long since returned to the dorms. Almost no one missed his meaning when he told them he had spent the time getting to know Lisa. The men welcomed Lisa warmly. The women all treated her like an old friend, embracing her immediately as one of their own. All the men were jealous of Nick, including Eddie Vance. Eddie liked Nick, even if he knew the feeling wasn't mutual. He was glad the guy had gotten lucky with a woman for a change. Looking at the two women that seemed to have come to some kind of agreement to share him for the night, Eddie knew he would have traded them for Lisa in an instant. At one point, Nick wandered off in the direction of the cinderblock building that served as the beach's public bathroom. Eddie caught Lisa looking at him with an almost hungry intensity. It occurred to Eddie that Lisa was a much better match for him than she was for Nick. Looking away from her, he spent more attention on the two buxom coeds that clung to his arms. They worshiped him, but he thought of them as little girls. Even as he seduced them, he longed for the woman that sat across the fire from him. He fantasized about what he would do to her if he could win her away from Nick. He burned with the need to make her scream with orgasms that rolled through her like thunder. He had no idea that Nick, the original Nick, was thinking about that too. All he knew was that Lisa kept stealing looks at him and smiling.