Alone at Last... 15 Blush Worthy Stories -- They Never Thought It Would Go So Far... Short Story Off Limits Romance Collection

by Gina Mint

  Graduation day was fast approaching and Brenda was thinking, I wasn’t guaranteed of another meeting with these two great professors, but I need to take further lessons, she mused. She wanted to master the techniques of the new sensual world that they had introduced to her. She had high hopes they would agree after she had passed their subjects with flying colors.

  She put on her IPod’s music and started dancing seductively to JLo and Pitbull’s ‘Live It Up’.

  “Now, it’s time to teach you some dance lessons, professors,” she declared impishly. In her birthday suit, she shook her booty and undulated her body.

  The two erudite men stared, mesmerized at the dancing nymphet and resolved that she was worth their time and effort.

  “When do you want your next lessons?” John asked expectantly.

  “Tomorrow,” Brenda replied, her tits and pussy already tuning up for the expected pleasurable sensations.

  “Your next case study is Kama Sutra,” Justin disclosed, his breathing back to normal.

  “Aye, aye sirs,” Brenda saluted them.

  The two men eyed each other curiously and broke out laughing.

  The End

  Story Four

  The jeep came to a stop in the short, paved driveway, and I unbuckled my seat belt and shot out of the car like a cannonball. It had been a long drive from New York City to Cherry Grove Beach- almost ten hours, with Dustin, Jay, and me alternating driving, and it had never felt so good to press my toes into sand.

  I had taken my flip flops off immediately in order to allow the warmth to seep up through the soles of my feet and comfort my entire body. My NYU friends and I had left before sunrise, and the five o'clock South Carolina sun was beating down sweetly on my back.

  In front of us the beach house towered, our home away from home for the next few days. It was painted a coral pink color and had at least several decks on it. Although I couldn't see it, I could hear the ocean, its waves crashing and breaking against the shore. I couldn't wait to walk along its length and bask in its frothy edges.

  “Someone looks eager,” Melinda laughed as she climbed out of the car behind me. She pulled her long brown hair up into a messy bun and squinted in the sunlight.

  “I thought my legs were about to fall off in there,” I laughed. “I think we should forget about going back to New York. Let's just live here now.”

  Dustin and Jay were already opening the back of the jeep to pull out bags, and a minivan full of six of our friends drove by, honking wildly as they headed for a beach house just a few fronts down.

  “See you bitches at the beach!” Casey screamed out the passenger's side window, her black hair whipping around.

  Jay shook his head. “Man, the neighbors are gonna love us,” He joked. “Twenty college students in two houses.”

  “What's not to love?” Melinda quipped, pulling on her sunglasses. “We're gonna bring spring break to this beach in a way it's never been done.”

  I tried not to laugh at Melinda's attitude. The girl could be unbelievably cocky sometimes- she was, though, loyal and funny, and so she made a great friend.

  I went around to the back of the car and grabbed my duffel bag and rolling suitcase. We were only staying in Cherry Grove for a few nights, but I'd filled half of my duffel bag with text books, figuring the down time would also prove to be a good studying opportunity.

  “Race you inside!” Melinda squealed, already shooting for the front door.

  I sped after her, but my bags were heavy, and by the time I got to the front porch she already had the door unlocked and opened. We stumbled inside, into a gigantic living room that bled into an open kitchen. Directly across from us, an entire wall of windows revealed the beach and the sparkling Atlantic Ocean.

  Melinda was already hitting the stairs that wound away to the right. “Thank God we're the first ones here,” She yelled as her sneakers pounded the steps. “We get to pick our rooooms!”

  Abandoning my bags on the main floor, I raced after her. She flew all the way up to the top floor- the fourth- and by the time I'd caught up with her we were both out of breath.

  We glanced briefly into the first couple bedrooms, finding twin beds and walls decorated with seashells and paintings of ships and dolphins- the usual semi-tacky beach stuff.

  “Juliana, this one,” She gasped, entering the room at the end of the hall. I followed her, and my mouth fell open as we walked into what had to be the best room in the whole beach house. It was outfitted with two queen size beds and a plush white couch. In the corner was a flat screen TV, resting on a low table. A large, double sink bathroom was on one end of it and a screened-in porch on the other.

  Melinda threw herself down onto one of the beds, bouncing up and down like she was five. “We're gonna bring some booooys in here!” She giggled, the hair she'd already tied up coming undone as she bounced.

  I laughed and headed to the bathroom. “Oh my God,” I gasped, taking in the bags under my eyes. “I look awful. I should have taken a nap in the car.”

  “Oh, whatever,” Melinda said. “You're gorgeous.”

  “Thanks,” I smiled at her in the reflection. I usually felt pretty good when it came to my physical self-esteem; I loved my body, after all. I was without Melinda's curves, but I was thin and lithe and had dark cocoa colored skin, wide eyes, and long lashes.

  That afternoon, though, I did look like shit- no matter what Melinda said. “I'm gonna grab my stuff and take a shower,” I said, walking back through the bedroom.

  “Make sure you shave.”

  I stopped in my tracks and laughed. “What? Why? I don't think I'm even going to wear my bathing suit. I don't know if the water's warm enough.”

  Melinda slowly shook her head at me, a coy smile on her face.

  “That's not what I was talking about. Eddie is here.”

  “Oh God,” I moaned. “Seriously? I'm not interested in him. The guy is a total idiot.”

  “Hey, now. You don't even know him that well. Plus, he's interested in you,” She argued, coming up to sit on her knees. “Come on, Juliana, I'm just trying to get you to relax. You study way too much. Oh, and by the way: if you think you're fooling anyone with your duffel bag, you're not. I know that bag's not full of condoms and sun screen. Please tell me you're not going to sit up here all week like a princess in a tower reading books and waiting for a knight to come and save her.”

  I laughed again. “Okay, guilty as charged. But don't worry, I'll read the books down by the beach under an umbrella. And if you think Eddie is so cool then you go for it.”

  “I've already got my eye on someone else,” She answered, before biting her lip suggestively.

  “What? Who?”

  “Danny Sweeney,” She responded, saying his name like it was made out of syrup.

  I tried not to recoil. Melinda was smart and funny, but she had the shittiest taste ever in boys- it was almost offensive to womankind as a whole, actually. I mean, Danny Sweeney was a tool. Thank God he was staying in the beach house down the street, and not in ours.

  “Cool,” I murmured, though, instead. If Melinda was into him there was really nothing I could do about it. I'd offered my opinions to her before when it came to boys, and they'd never been met with welcoming arms.

  She bounced off the bed and zoomed past me, the ball of energy that she was. “I'm gonna go see if he's here yet. Wish me luck!”

  “Good luck,” I laughed, as she took the stairs two at a time and I followed at a much slower rate.

  “Maybe we'll both get laid this week!” She called over her shoulder.

  “Maybe.”

  I doubted it, though. The only thing I intended laying down with was a beach towel and my Unabridged History of The Middle Ages textbook.

  ***

  I skirted left through the sand, lowered my clasped hands, waiting for impact... when the volleyball collided with my hands I pummeled it back over the net, where Candace dove for it but missed, eating sand instead.

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p; “Woo-hoo!” Jason yelled, clapping me on the back and nearly knocking me over in the process. “You're killing it.”

  “Thanks,” I grinned back, feeling pretty proud of myself. I was anything but sporty- unless running for the subway at eight in the morning on a packed platform when you still had a toothbrush in your mouth counted.

  I readjusted my weight in the sand as Eddie took the ball to serve. With greased-back black hair and a perpetual arrogant smirk on his face, the guy made my stomach recoil. I couldn't figure out how in the world Melinda thought the guy might be a viable option for me. We went to the same school, but we weren't even friends. More like friends of friends... of friends.

  And I wanted it to stay that way.

  The ball soared over the net, and Melinda reached for it, but missed. I took the brief pause in the game to re-pin the sides of my short, curly hair back. As I did so, something caught my eye. It was someone moving on the second floor porch of the beach house next to the one Melinda and I were staying in.

  I froze, briefly transfixed with the figure. From the distance we were at, I couldn't quite make out his face, but his figure was clearly defined: broad shoulders; tight biceps; blonde hair. The man was leaning against the railing of the deck watching us play.

  I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. How long had he been there for?

  “Juliana!” Someone yelled, and I looked forward just in time for the ball to hit me in the forehead.

  ***

  “I don't know, it's just so soul-less,” Sara Edgerton said, leaning back and propping her elbows against the sand. The dark waves crashed behind us and in front of us a large bonfire crackled and popped. After volleyball and dinner, almost everyone who was coming for the trip was there, and so we had all convened on the beach to celebrate with a big bonfire. We'd tried scouring the beach for driftwood, but that romanticized idea hadn't followed through, as we'd only been able to retrieve a few pieces. Instead, a couple of the guys had gone to a nearby gas station to buy as much firewood as they'd been able to haul back.

  I'd briefly wondered if building a fire on the beach was even allowed in Cherry Grove, but oh well... so far, so good. No one had showed up to tell us to put it out.

  For the last half hour Sara and I had been discussing school and life after it. I had to partially agree with her assessment of the institution being 'soul-less', and I admired the fact that she was going to skip out the next year to go work on a farm in Guatemala.

  I kind of wanted to go with her. I only had one year of school left, though, and I'd worked hard to get there. After growing up in Queens in a family that had pretty much always been struggling to get by, NYU was a big deal, and I was never going to forget that.

  “I'm gonna get another beer,” Sara said, standing up. “You want anything?”

  I shook my head, waving my still half-full bottle. “No thanks. I'm good.”

  No sooner had she disappeared than her seat was taken- by Eddie. I stifled the groan that wanted to escape. We'd talked maybe half a dozen times over the last two years, and each time his chosen topics had included three things: parties, parties, and more parties.

  “Wassup?” He asked, settling in only a few inches away and not even trying to be discreet about looking me up and down.

  I was glad I hadn't worn a bikini- like some of the girls- and had opted for shorts and a tank top instead. I felt exposed enough in front of his leering gaze.

  “Sup?” I nodded.

  “This should be a mad party.”

  “Yeah. We'll see,” I responded, digging my bare feet into the sand in front of me and watching the firelight dance across them.

  I let my gaze wander some more, and looked across the bonfire to where Melinda was laughing with Dustin and Jenny Matthews. God, how do I get over there? They looked like they were having so much fun, and there I was: stuck on the other side of the universe suffering through the insufferable.

  “I've had my eye on you for a while,” Eddie was saying.

  I looked back at him, almost unable to believe he could manage to be so cheesy and sleazy at the same time. Also, the dude was still leering at me, on top of it all.

  “Um, okay,” I stated.

  “You wanna go for a walk?”

  “No, actually I'm good here. Thanks though.”

  I took a sip of my still half-full beer, eager to look like I was doing something- even if 'doing something' was chilling out and drinking.

  “Why not?”

  I gave him the nicest smile I could manage. There was no need to start drama, after all. “It's really nice here. Maybe later.”

  “You don't have to be such a prude,” He countered, taking me totally by surprise.

  I nearly spit out my beer. “Excuse me?”

  “Yeah, a prude. It's when a girl-”

  “I know what a prude is,” I snapped.

  “Then don't be one.” He reached for my hand, where it was laying in the sand between us. Immediately, I snatched it away.

  “You think you're so high and mighty,” He said. “Like you're better than the rest of us.”

  “Why? Because I actually show up to class sober?” I'd heard through the grapevine that Eddie had a bad habit of staying up so late drinking that when he attended his morning classes- supposing he went at all- he was still drunk and not even hung-over.

  “Bitch,” He snarled, reaching for my hand again. Instead of just pulling it out of the way that time, though, I flung it back and let it land on his face with a heavy smack.

  He grabbed my shoulders in response, and by that time I was vaguely aware of the fact that everyone around us was watching. A second later and Dustin was grabbing Eddie and pushing him off of me, shoving the guy into the sand.

  Nearly everyone was standing up now, whispering and wondering just what was going on. My hands were clenched at my sides and I was shaking with anger. I wanted to claw Eddie's freaking eyes out.

  “Are you okay?” Jay was asking me.

  I nodded, my vision blurred.

  Melinda grabbed my hand then, leading me away from the group and the light, further into the darkness near the waves. I let out a shuddering breath, glad to be away from the ruckus and eager to tell my friend about what had just happened.

  “What is wrong with you?” She hissed, though, before I could get a word out.

  I made a stuttering noise, not quite able to believe I was hearing what she was saying. “What are you talking about?”

  “I mean why can't you just chill out? Why did you have to start drama?”

  The entire world spun around me as I absorbed her words. Was she blaming me for what had just transpired?

  “Melinda,” I nearly shrieked. “He made a move on me, and then called me a bitch when I didn't reciprocate.”

  She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Why couldn't you just humor him? Give him at least a little bit of what he wanted?”

  “Excuse me?! Why would I do that? Are you even hearing yourself right now?!”

  What was I, a fucking prostitute?

  “You're so stuck up,” She muttered, before turning on her heels and stomping away- as much as someone can stomp in sand.

  I stood staring after her, tears stinging my eyes. The party was already going back to normal, and I was all forgotten about, it seemed. No one else came over to talk to me- no one even looked in my direction, searching to see where I had gotten to. Miranda stood talking, maybe lying and telling everyone that I was fine- or perhaps she was telling everyone I was 'stuck up' and only worthy of their shunning.