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Maria Ramirez sat on the hood of Duane Halstead's pickup, watching him talk to his buddies. They were discussing hunting, once again. As masculine as she thought the subject was, she also found it immensely boring. The four of them stood in a tight knot, talking about guns, and techniques, and just how massive their last kill had been.
She sighed and said, "Duane, I'm gonna go get a Coke, ok?" as she slid her feet off the hood and walked toward the house.
"Right, babe," Duane replied, not even looking at her.
She sighed and went into his parents' home. They were out of town for the week. Off hunting no doubt, she thought. She walked toward the kitchen, and the fridge. As she walked across the living room, she passed the hallway, and saw movement down toward the back. She knew Duane's brother, Mark, was home from Iraq, for a while anyway.
Maria chuckled as she though of Mark all geared up for war. His baby face framed by all that hardcore combat stuff. He had always been a pudge pot, as well, and she imagined his belly hanging over his ammo belt.
She bent over as she opened the fridge door and pulled out a Seven-up. Standing, she popped the lid and turned aroun. She leaped into the air, giving out a squeal as she regarded a tall, slim man, wearing only a pair of boxers. He startled her, obviously, an Seven up spilled over the linoleum. It took a half a moment for her to realize that this was Mark.
The chiseled chest and gut, and the square, lean face had rather thown her off. A small smile forced its way onto her face. "Christ you scared me, Mark," she said.
He smiled down at her. He stood over a foot taller than she, and probably outmassed her by double. "Sorry, Maria, I just wanted a soda, too," he said.
His voice had gotten deeper, too, she noted, it was damn sexy, she thought. Hell, he was hot.
She stepped aside, and looked for a hand towel to clean up the soda. "You've definitely changed your look, Mark," she said, as offhandedly as she could, her voice rather wowed and went through several tones as she spoke.
He pulled out a Coke and looked at her. "You've grown up a lot, too, Maria," he said. "You're going from cute to beautiful."
A deep red blush rose into her cheeks and she covered her neck with her hand. "Thanks," she said. Her heart bounced in her chest like it was trying to get loose of her ribcage and run amok through the kitchen.
She found the dish towel and wiped up the soda from the floor. As she bent double, she noted Mark's stare at her rump, and suddenly her ass was very, very warm. She stood back up and turned back toward him. "So, was Iraq all fucked up like the news says?" she asked, trying to prolong the conversation. She would rather just look at Mark than talk to the other boys right now.
Mark sat in one of the cheap plastic-covered dining room chairs in the corner and said, "Not really. I mean, it's not fun, but mostly its doing little projects to fix all the broke-dick stuff over there."
She nodded. "My family sent care packages to guys over there," she said.
"Well, I'm sure they were grateful, I know when I got one, I sure was," he said, and smiled. "Isn't your brother over there, Alfred?"
Maria's expression darkened a touch. "Yeah, though dad told him not to join, he did it anyways," she replied. "Dad's really proud of him, though, he just can't admit he was wrong, you know?"
The soldier chuckled and gave Maria a warm smile. "Your folks are good people," he said.
She nodded, "Yeah, I guess they are," she replied
Mark stood up, and turned halfway to the door. "Shouldn't you be getting back to 'Mutual of Omaha' out there?" he asked, jerking his chin at the front door.
She shrugged. "And hear, once again, how Duane killed a twenty-two point buck with a b-b gun?" she asked. "I think I can miss ninety percent of that conversation and still keep up with it."
Mark laughed. "Hunting used to be important to me, too," he said. "Just doesn't appeal much now, you know?"
The young Hispanic girl nodded slowly. "I would guess not, after being where people kill each other just as easy."
"You got it," he said appreciatively. "All those looks and brains, too," he said.
She felt her face warm with another blush. I don't blush that easy, what the hell? she asked herself. She knew that Mark was lightly hitting on her, and she liked that. He was damn hot now. Her eyes drifted over his defined abs again, and the fly of his boxers caught her attention. Sitting as he was again, they had spread open. She could barely make out part of the shaft of his prick and some pubic hair.
For some reason, the partial sight of his tackle excited her as a full view wouldn't. It looked to be a nice tool, too, thick and meaty. She realized she was staring, and not listening. "Huh?" she said to a question he has asked.
"I asked if you'd like to go for a ride?" he repeated.
She thought for a moment. "I didn't see a car out front, except Duane's," she said.
"I don't have a car, I have a bike," he said. "It's round in the back, I was changing the oil."
For a brief moment, she thought he meant a bicycle, but then realized he was talking about a motorcycle. "I dunno," she said, nervously. She dearly wanted to, but knew Duane would get jealous. "Duane might want me to stick around."
"He'll never notice," said Mark with a winning smile. "We'll ride out through the back alley and be back in thirty minutes."
Her own lips turned upward. It was terrifically forbidden and wondrously wicked to ride off with her boyfriend's brother. "Sure," she said, "but only thirty minutes."
Mark nodded at that and sat down his soda. He moved toward the hallway. Maria followed him back and watched him pull on a pair of tight jeans over his boxers. Wow, does he ever fill those out well.
He pulled a pair of riding boots over those and handed her a helmet. "You gotta be eighteen to go without one," he said. She looked at the full-head helmet and the glittering paint it was colored with.
"Pretty," she said, tucking it under her arm.
Mark walked toward the back patio doors and Maria followed him. "I'll ride slow, so you don't get cold, with that skirt and all," he said.
It had been ninety-five earlier, but was down to a chilly eighty right now. "I'll be okay," she said. Maria was inexperienced with motorcycles and didn't realize the chilling effect of sixty mile-per-hour wind.
They walked onto the back patio and she looked at the massive chrome and steel bike, it was a monster. Mark walked up to it and threw a leg over the broad back of the machine, looking at her. She walked up beside it, at a loss. He leaned over and picked her up, like a rag doll, and sat her behind him, half turning to do so. "There ya go," he said, grinning at her.
The helmet was snug as she squeezed her thick black hair into it and opened the mirrored visor. He pressed the ignition and the engine thudded to life. The very first thing that the young girl noted was that it was vibrating, down deep. It was very stimulating, sitting upright with the cycle between her legs.
"Grab around my waist," Mark said. Maria happily complied, moving her small hands around his waist and running them over his taut stomach in the process. "Not to be fresh, doll, but you'll have to scooch up."
She didn't mind that either, spreading her legs and putting one knee on either side of his thigh. Now the contact between her groin and the vibrating seat was direct, and it was making her wet, or was that the contact with Mark?
He dropped the clutch and she yelped as the bike shot forward. They barreled into the alleyway then down it, hitting the street at the end of the block at forty miles an hour. She pressed her body against his back, and felt the cool skin of his back against her bare midriff.
"Anywhere you wanna go?" he asked.
She thought for a moment, "the park, and see if any of my friends are there," she said. "I want them to see me on a motorcycle."
He nodded and barreled down the street toward the city park. Wind was blowing up her skirt, but she felt anything but cold, if anything, between cuddling up to Mark and straddling the world's largest vibrator, she was getting warmer as they traveled.
Around the park they went, but she didn't see any of her friends, much to her chagrin. She wanted to show off Mark as much as her on a motorcycle. "Stop for a second," she yelled over the roar of the bike's engine.
He stopped the motorcycle and killed the engine. "Another idea?" he asked, grinning.
Maria pulled out her cellphone and called Natalie, her best friend. "Where the hell are you?" asked when her buddy picked up.
Natalie, sixteen, a year younger than Maria, laughed at her. "I'm at home, stupid, remember, the pool, no parents, boyfriend..." she let the sentence drift off to bounce around in Maria's head.
"Oh, yeah!" said Maria, giggling. "How's that going?" she asked.
Natalie sighed. "Well, it was good, but he's asleep already from just twice," she said, a tone of disgust creeping into her voice. "He says he had to work late last night. He's so full of shit."
"Mind if I come by with a friend?" asked Maria.
"Nah, come on over," replied Natalie. "Romeo's down for the count, I even tried giving him head to wake him up, and he's out."
Maria laughed at her friend. "You sucked a guy while he was sleeping?"
"Fuck, Maria, you need to yell louder, I don't think some folk down at the river heard you," said Natalie in a stage whisper.
Mark raised one eyebrow at the conversation, but said nothing. "We'll be there in a few minutes, come out front and wait for us," she said.
"Okay, but why?" asked Natalie.
"Just do it, ho," said Maria.
Natalie laughed. "Bitch, okay," she replied.
Mark drove them to Natalie's house, only going twice the posted speed limit most of the way. By the time they arrived, it was full night out, and it was starting to get a little chilly on the back of the cycle.
They thundered up the driveway into Natalie's front yard. Natalie ran up giggling. "Holy shit, Maria, you're riding on a motorcycle!"
"Well, no shit," Maria responded, laughing and clambering off the bike to hug her friend.
Mark sat quietly as they hugged. Then Natalie, a tall blonde with a bit of baby fat left on her, but pretty cute, nonetheless looked at Mark. Maria whispered something into her ear and Natalie giggled again.
Mark said, "Now, it's not fair to whisper in other people's company, girls."
Natalie smiled at him. "She asked me if I though you were as fine as she thinks you are," she said, then dodged nimbly aside as Maria took a playful slap at her.
A smile crossed Mark's face and he helped Maria take off the bulky helmet. Maria was pink in the light of the porch light, compared to her normal deep olive color.
As I told her, you're cute, too," he said to Natalie. She was wearing a beach skirt over her bikini and her bikini top. Only a slight belly and some thickness at thigh and upper arm marred her figure, which was generally very nice. She blushed over her entire body from the compliment, and giggled again.
"Come on inside," she said. Mark swung his leg over the bikes spine and walked behind the two girls into the darkened house. "Fucking Tom's passed out in my bedroom," she said, "I closed the door so he could sleep. Prick."
They went straight through the house and onto the back patio. A small pool was built into the ground here, the water splashing over a decorative waterfall then into it. One end of the pool featured a big hot tub. "Damn," said Maria, "I don't got a swimsuit."
Natalie grinned. "I can loan you one of mine," she suggested. "It'll be a bit big, but should be okay." She looked at Mark. "I bet you can wear a pair of my dad's trunks, you're about the same around the waist." She ran inside and came out a minute later with a one piece girl's suit and a pair of men's swim trunks.
There was a little closet facing the pool where they could change and they all were in the water in minutes, splashing and laughing.
Mark would catch the two young women giggling and whispering from time to time, but they usually just swam about and splashed one another and him.
He splashed them back and then they played 'toss the girl' where he would throw them from one end of the pool to the other, launching them over his head like making a stirrup step from his hands.
He could throw Maria a lot farther than Natalie, but they both had a splendid time, flying through the air and splashing massively into the deep end of the pool. Mark liked the contrast between the two pretty girls, one blonde with fair skin and blue eyes, the other with raven hair, olive complexion, and deep brown eyes.
He was thinking about the wonders of femininity when they both tackled him in the water, dragging him under. He wrestled with them for a moment beneath the surface, finally grabbing each by an ankle and standing, lifting the ankles from the water. He held them a moment, then pushed the ankles down allowing the girls to get their head above the water. "Give?" he asked. They tried vainly to grab his head and shove him under, giggling and sputtering.
He lifted their ankles again, dunking them. When he allowed them up again. "Give?" he asked.
Maria and Natalie both said, "Yes." He let them breath a moment. "I get a kiss from both of you," he said, then in a fit of wickedness, he added, "And you kiss each other."
"Eww, no way, said Maria, though he noted Natalie didn't protest the point. He looked at Natalie as he lifted Maria's slim ankle, dropping her head into the water again. Natalie nodded at him, with an expression a bit too serious for the moment. When Maria came up for air again, she said, "Okay, okay, I'll kiss you, and her." She was giggling, and Natalie was now smiling. "But no tongue," she ammended.
Mark looked threateningly at her ankle. "Okay! Yeesh, with tongue," she said, giggling and looking at Natalie.
"If we're going to be kissing, then we need to move to the hot tub," said Natalie, "that's what they're for, you know?"
Maria laughed. "You told me they were for Fu..."
"Shaddup!" interrupted Natalie, hurling flaming swords with her eyes.
The young Hispanic girl clamped her mouth shut, still giggling.
The three moved into the hot tub and the warm water felt wondrous after all the strenuous play in the pool. All three sat down on the benches, facing toward the center of the circular tub.
"Who goes first?" asked Maria.
Natalie turned to Mark and shrugged, though with the faintest flick of her eyes, she pointed toward Maria.
"I think," said Mark, "you and Natalie."
Maria giggled at that and Natalie again smiled, winking at him.
"It's gotta be one of those 'Hollywood' kisses, too, long, and full body," said Mark as Natalie turned toward her shorter friend.
Maria stood up and came to halfway up Natalie's head. She looked up at the taller girl. "I guess you're the guy for this kiss, huh?" she asked.
Natalie nodded, and put her arms around the petite Mexican girl.
Maria hesitantly put her arms around Natalie too, and then they kissed. Their soft lips pressed together then parted, and Mark occasionally glimpsed tongue flicking between their mouths. He noted that Natalie had moved one leg forward and between Maria's slender thighs, he also noted that Maria parted them for her. When that smooth, strong-looking thigh rose to Maria's crotch, the Hispanic girl moaned softly, and pressed her body tighter to her friend's.
Natalie's hands moved down the other girl's back, then onto her round, firm rump, she gently turned Maria, so that Mark was viewing that backside directly, and could see the thigh between the shorter girl's legs moving gently up and down against her crotch.
Their lips parted, but Natalie immediately moved hers to Maria's neck, and began kissing and sucking on the other girl's throat.
Maria groaned. "No fair," she said in a hoarse whisper. "You already knew that turned me on."
"Why do you think I'm doing it?" Natalie asked Maria's neck, burrowing into the Hispanic girl's thick hair.
Her long, slim fingers kneaded Maria's butt cheeks, then one hand pressed under the cloth, sliding toward the crack between the lobes. Maria pushed back a little and said. "I told you I don't know yet," she said, chiding the taller girl."
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