by Mae Martini
Logan put his hand on the small of Melanie’s back and she actually felt relieved.
Logan handed Richie a couple bottles of good wine. One white, one red and Melanie handed him two cake boxes.
While he and Logan talked, Melanie looked around. She spotted Donna, smiled and waved to her.
“You have a beautiful place here,” she said to Richie.
“Thank you, darlin’, I’ll be happy to show you around.” And before she could say no, he handed her the wine bottles, took her hand and said “Come with me.”
Being dragged, she had no choice. She looked back to Logan, who had a scowl on his face, then back to Richie.
“Find room in the fridge for the white one. Do these need refrigerating?” he asked, pointing to the cake boxes.
“The larger box does, it’s a chocolate mousse cake.”
“Mmmm, my favorite,” he replied.
As she was putting the white wine in the fridge, she felt Richie extremely close behind her. He whispered in her ear.
“I know a great place to put some of that mousse, if you’re interested.”
Melanie stiffened and he chuckled.
“Relax, darlin’, I’m just teasing. It’s what I do.”
“Ah,” was all she was able to say as she took the box from him and moved sideways so her backside wasn’t so close to him and she put the cake in the fridge too.
She closed the door and turned around. “This house is amazing.”
“Yeah. You could see the river from every room in it. It’s so calming.”
Melanie nodded her head in agreement.
Richie paused while looking her up and down. “Logan’s one lucky son of a bitch,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you a drink and bring you back to him. I feel him giving me a death stare through the door,” he said chuckling.
She laughed too, and felt a bit more relaxed.
“What are you drinking? Beer, wine, Margarita, whis-”
“Margarita?”
“Sure, darlin’.
He took her by the hand and brought her out and over to the outdoor kitchen. There he introduced her to Kurt and a girl with pink hair named Sandy, whom she remembered seeing from the gym, but the girl acted like she never met her.
Richie asked the bartender behind the counter for a Margarita.
“Kurt. Hi. How are you?” She smiled and even gave him a peck on his cheek.
“Hi, Melanie.” He leaned in to that kiss and Sandy looked pissed that he was checking out Melanie’s chest and smiling.
Richie handed Melanie the Margarita and with his hand at her back guided her to Logan, who was sitting back in a lounge chair talking with Donna and Doug while he kept his eye on her.
Logan watched as she often sought him out and when she’d make eye contact with him, she would smile big and he found he couldn’t hide his silly ass grin.
He wasn’t thrilled when he saw her kiss that guy from the gym, having remembered he told Logan he wanted ‘a piece of that’ and the way he was ogling her breasts just now, his knuckles were white from pressing into the arm rests of the lounge chair.
As Richie was escorting her over to him he put on that grin that touched his eyes. Am I really banging her, she’s fucking hot, he thought as he casually looked around and saw a lot of eyes on her.
He rose from his lounge and gave her a kiss on her lips that she didn’t expect but welcomed nonetheless. She loved the way he kissed. Then she turned to Donna and Doug and said hello.
Logan gestured for her to sit on the lounge. She did and quickly scooted to the back of it, crisscrossed her legs and looked to him and patted the seat. He sat down with his side to her and he placed his hand on her calf and absently stroked while he and Doug talked.
“He ran it without a muffler. I told him not to, that he’d fuck it up. He did serious damage and it’s gonna cost him bucks now to repair,” Doug said, still talking to Logan about a mutual friend of theirs who chose not to put a muffler on the motorcycle he built.
“He was looking to save money and now it’s gonna cost him more. What an ass,” Richie added, as he knew who Logan and Doug were talking about.
The guys laughed.
“Come on, Melanie, let’s go stir up the Jacuzzi,” Donna said as she was getting up. She was already in just her black thong bikini.
Donna was a little shorter than Melanie and she had smaller breasts than her, but she had a smokin’ body due to her years at the gym too.
When she rose, Melanie caught Doug, who was talking with Logan and Richie, shift his eyes to his girl’s ass and smiled as he gently rubbed it.
Logan grinned, which Donna caught as he got up to let Melanie up.
“You wanna touch it too?” Donna asked Logan, with a smile on her face.
“No, ma’am,” he said, shaking his head, chuckling. “Doug will beat the shit out of me.”
They all laughed.
“Melanie, feel it for him,” Donna said as she wiggled it and chuckled.
There was something hot and sexy when Melanie put her small, neat, now French manicured hand on Donna’s ass, and slowly rubbed around.
The three boys had their mouths open and Donna turned and looked at Melanie and they both burst out laughing.
“You guys are easy,” Donna said and they all nodded their heads.
The guys tried to continue their talk about motorcycles, but got quiet when they saw Melanie unzip her dress and remove it.
Their eyes went from her breasts, and man, did she fill out that bikini top so well, to her waist which had two gold chains and a diamond chain around it. It sparkled against her toned, tanned stomach in the sunlight.
Melanie didn’t catch it, but Donna rolled her eyes and laughed.
“Come on, let’s get out of here, you got these men drooling over you,” she said, chuckling.
When she and Donna picked up their drinks and walked to the Jacuzzi, Logan thought, one, how glad he was that she wasn’t wearing a thong and two, did she have nipple rings to attach to the chains around her waist and if not, he would be only too happy to buy some. His cock stirred and he found himself getting up and readjusting himself.
“You prepared to beat up every guy here?” Doug asked Logan with a laugh as he caught him readjusting.
Logan turned back to him and grinned. “Those two could stop traffic on the autobahn,” he said and he sat back down.
“Hah! Yes, they could.”
“Doug’s a mechanic, and if I hear that story one more time, I’m gonna scream,” Donna said as she and Melanie eased themselves into the Jacuzzi with their backs to their guys.
On the other side of the Jacuzzi was a guy who was in a lip lock with a girl.
“Sorry to spoil the party,” Donna said sarcastically as she plopped down and took a sip of her drink.
Melanie was right with her and almost spit out her drink from laughing as she turned her head.
She placed her drink on the concrete behind her and turned back. She gathered her hair and clipped it, lowered the sunglasses to her eyes, picked up her drink again and sank deeper into the hot water.
“I love the chains, they’re sexy.”
“Thanks,” Melanie said, then finished her drink and placed the glass back down.
I just got a VCH piercing.” Donna was saying when Kurt walked over with a beer in one hand and a Margarita in the other. He sat down on the concrete on Melanie’s side, and handed her the Margarita.
“Oh, thank you, Kurt.”
“No problem. I saw you had none left.”
“Hey. I’m almost out of my cosmopolitan,” Donna said.
“Almost,” Kurt said and shrugged then turned his gaze back to Melanie.
Donna rolled her eyes.
“So, what’s a VCH piercing?” Melanie turned back to Donna and asked, then took a sip of her new Margarita.
“A vertical clit hood piercing.”
Melanie snorted and felt the Margarita in her nose.
“What? Are yo
u serious?” She giggled.
“Totally. It’s so fucking hot and Doug loves it. He plays with the little ball and honey, let me tell you, the orgasms are fucking unbelievable. It’s a constant party in my jeans.” She laughed.
Melanie grinned.
“Donna, I had no idea,” Kurt said, with a new found interest in her.
Donna just shook her head.
“Did it hurt?” Melanie asked.
“Yeah, but briefly. The hard part was having to wait the two weeks for it to heal before having sex. You really should wait a month, but we couldn’t wait to test it.”
“Oh,” Melanie said, nodding her head.
Logan watched as Kurt brought Melanie a drink and sat down on the ledge of the Jacuzzi.
“Let’s go take a soak,” he said to Doug. Richie had already moved on to talk with some other friends.
Doug climbed in the Jacuzzi and sat on the other side of Donna and put his arm around her. Doug was very possessive.
Melanie ogled Logan as he climbed in and sat opposite them, facing Melanie. She sighed, having gotten a look at his muscled chest and tapered waist. She wanted to run her hands all over him and the way he was staring at her she had the feeling he knew what she was thinking.
“So, what’s with you and cotton candy head, Kurt?” Donna asked him, referring to Sandy with the pink hair, who was sitting by the outdoor kitchen, watching them.
All of them laughed as Kurt, too, chuckled, shaking his head.
“Man, she got wind I was coming here today and asked to tag along.”
“So, you’re not with her, with her?” Donna asked as Logan and Doug made eye contact.
Kurt looked uncomfortable. He looked to Melanie, who met his eyes, and said, “Hell no.” He smiled at Melanie and she just looked at him with indifference and picked up her drink.
“So, you still trying to stump me with your music?” he asked her, referring to their singing at the gym.
“I’ll get you,” she said with a bright smile, thinking about the fun they have at the gym.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and gently moved his thumb back and forth as he smiled at her.
Wrong thing to do. She shook it off. Her eyes shot to Logan, who had contempt in his eyes as he stared at Kurt.
He looked to Melanie and tipped his head back calling her over to him.
She went to him without hesitation.
When she got directly in front of him, he grabbed her waist, gently turned her, and brought her down in front of him. She sat in between his legs and he wasted no time in nuzzling her neck.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kurt frown as he looked at them.
Kurt quietly got up and walked away.
“Yeah, that’s right, go on back to Pinky Tuscadaro,” Donna said, not that loud, but loud enough for Doug, Logan and Melanie to hear.
They all chuckled.
Melanie asked and Donna told them the story of how she and Doug met.
Her car was stuck on the side of the road and he drove by and saw her with her leg out, instead of her thumb, hitching a ride. One look at that leg and he was a goner. That was one and half years ago. They now lived together.
Melanie tried, but found it hard to pay attention to Donna as Logan’s hand was down her bathing suit bottom, below all the bubbles, doing all kinds of yummy things to her. She was ever so slowly moving her backside into his groin, feeling his cock grow.
When Donna finished her story they were all silent for a while and Melanie turned to see Logan.
Logan saw the hunger in her eyes and moved his lips over hers as she moaned in his mouth.
A couple of girls stepped into the Jacuzzi between Doug and Logan. That broke the spell that Logan and Melanie were under and he pulled his hand out of her bathing suit. He grinned at her when he saw the disappointment in her eyes.
After drying off, Logan and Melanie walked over to Richie, who was standing by the barbeque eating some gigantic grilled shrimp from a skewer with Jay from Satan’s Skull.
“Hey, Logan, man. How’s it going?” Jay said, extending his hand. “Hi, darlin’.” He reached in to kiss Melanie.
Richie handed them each a skewer of shrimp. They all walked over to a table with chairs around it as Richie motioned for a server, yes, he had hired servers, and bartenders, to bring them over some drinks.
“Mel, you had to see him. He goes to the passenger side of his truck, takes out his 12 gauge and fires a shot at the bee, nailing it. What’d you say right before taking the shot?” Jay asked Logan. He was telling Melanie about the time they, along with Richie and Doug had come back from hunting and were hanging in the driveway of Doug’s house, bullshitting and drinking beer when a bee kept buzzing around Logan and he had, had enough.
Logan shrugged, “I don’t remember,” he said, laughing.
“You said, ‘Come on, motherfucker, make my day’, going all Clint Eastwood on the poor bee,” Richie said, picking up the story, laughing and remembering it like it was yesterday. “You were still pissed Jay nailed that ten point buck instead of you.”
Logan nodded and smirked.
“What’s with you and bugs?” Melanie asked, with amusement in her eyes.
He knew she was remembering the time his cell phone vibrated and he thought it was a bug crawling on him.
Logan lifted the corners of his mouth and she was treated to those gorgeous dimples.
“Shot went flying all over. We all ducked for cover,” Jay continued as they all laughed so hard. “Doug is now a proud owner of a couple of scars on his arm from that day,” he continued.
“Oh my God,” Melanie said as she brought a hand up to her mouth.
The guys reminisced about some fun times and they had Melanie hysterical laughing. Logan looked to her and winked. He liked hearing her laugh.
He also noticed she was buzzed from drinking. He thoughtfully asked a server to bring over a bottle of water for her and one for himself too. He felt slightly more than buzzed himself from the shots and the beers he drank.
Melanie was touched that he remembered she liked to alternate between drinks and water when she was feeling buzzed.
He also called a server over who was carrying a tray of burgers and dogs and took a burger for her.
She broke it in half and gave him the other half to eat.
The sun went down and the music grew louder. ‘Somebody that I used to know’ had been playing on the stereo. Torches, as well as lanterns, were lit all around the yard. Inside the pool was an ever changing color of neon lights.
Donna and Doug came over to them. “Come on, Mel, we’re going over to do some ice shots,” Donna said.
Melanie made the move to get up and Logan rose and pulled her up. He put his arm around her shoulders as they all went to a table under a large tiki roof.
On the table, in the middle, were two, side by side, blocks of ice with a cowboy boot carved in ice at the top of each one. They were finely detailed, complete with spurs, and each block had two carved squiggly lines from top to bottom.
Richie walked behind them, where the liquor bottles were.
“What’ll you have, ladies?”
“Oh…um…oh, how bout something smooth and hard?” Melanie said, with a salacious grin as she looked at Donna.
Donna laughed as they watched the guys’ reactions.
“Whoa!” Jay said, laughing.
“Oh yeah!” Doug said.”
“Liquor aside, I got just the thing, baby,” Richie said, grinning as he picked up a bottle of Jameson whiskey.
Logan shook his head, grinning.
Richie looked to Melanie and nodded for her to put her mouth at the bottom of the block by the carving. She was just about to bend down.
“Wait, let’s go together,” Donna said. “Richie, give me something hard and long,” she said, seductively. The roar of laughter from the hut drew a small crowd.
The girls gave each other a hip bump and giggled. Then they put their mouths to the ice and
did their shots to a round of applauds.
When Melanie straightened up, Logan snaked an arm around her waist. He drew her tight to him and licked her lips, tasting the remnants of the liquor that lingered on them, and moaned before kissing her hard as Richie stared at them, and there was no denying, with want.
The kiss was so potent that Melanie’s legs grew weak and she felt fire in her stomach, though she couldn’t be too sure what the cause of that was, the liquor or Logan. If she had to bet, she’d say Logan.
“Come on,” he said as he began to drag her to the house. He gave a quick look back to Richie and nodded once.
“Where are we going?” she asked as he led her up the hall staircase.
“To find a bedroom,” he said, showing his dimples that took her breath away.
They went to the second door on the right and he knocked on the door.
“You never know,” he said with a shrug.
She laughed.
He opened the door for her and followed her in.
Closing the door and turning her around, he kissed her hard as he walked her backwards to the bed.
When the back of her knees hit the bed, he gently pushed her down, turned on a bedside lamp, dropped his board shorts and moved over her.
He groaned as he moved his lips to her throat and she put her hands on his head and ran her fingers through his shorn hair as she sighed.
She felt the butterfly touch of the back of his hand on her stomach, while his fingers played with the chains around it as his other hand untied the knot of her bikini top at the back of her neck.
He picked up his head to see her face as he slowly lowered her top, exposing her breasts.
“Oh, yeah. I love these.”
He removed his hand from her stomach and put a hand on each breast and squeezed them gently together, then he bent his head down and alternated sucking first one then the other nipple, emitting a low growl.
“Oooohhh!” She whimpered as she felt the connection down between her legs when he tugged a nipple with his teeth.
Melanie felt his cock grow hard as he rocked into her thigh.
She was still buzzed and the sensations he was causing drove her wild. She wanted him and moved her lower body to try to align with his hard cock.