Date and Switch – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos
Mia
When Lucas and Ava saw each other, you’d have thought the sky opened up and God shit rainbows all over. Lucas was all, “Hi! I’m Lucas and I’m here to take… Ava! … to the beach…” Sparklies, sparklies, sparklies…!
And Ava was all, “Lucas! Oh, my god! I’ve wanted to… go to the beach… with you for so…” Sparklies, sparklies, sparklies…!
And Ava looked so cute. During the game, she’d traded-in her jeans and top for the shorts and a blue cami that Lyla displayed for the picnic date. She didn’t take the bikini as her bra and panties matched.
I told them to hang on and I would show them where their date would take place. I knocked twice on the wall for Johnny to show up. There was no need to keep playing the game just for Aki; it was time to go to our rooms.
A boy bundled inside Rory’s brown winter coat and a blue knit hat pulled over his face came to the door.
“Aki, meet your skiing date!” I said, and Johnny pulled off his hat.
“Hi, Kiki,” Johnny simply said, looking at his old crush for the first time in a while. Was he pleased? I couldn’t tell, but at least I saw that he wasn’t upset and was seeing this through.
“Hi, Johnny…” Aki said, kind of stunned.
Johnny composed himself and reached into his shopping bag. “I brought this for you,” he said and showed her two mugs and two packets of hot chocolate powder with tiny marshmallows.
“I like hot chocolate,” Aki told him.
There were too many people here. I took Johnny’s mugs and gave them to Rory. “Go to the kitchen, use the hot water thingy, and get back here with these before anything goes south.” He understood me.
Then I escorted Ava and Lucas — who looked damn nice in the tank top and swim trunks — back into Tori’s room. “Lucas, Ava, this is your beach!”
“Just came from here,” Lucas joked. He turned to Ava. “The weather’s nice today.”
Ava was still fighting for words. “How’s… how’s the water?”
“Warm. Like a bathtub. We can swim or surf. Your choice.”
“Maybe just lay out and get a tan?” Her voice was doing the swimming.
These two were all goo-goo eyes for each other. Score one for me! I could tell they didn’t need me around any longer. “The room is yours. So is the bed, if you like. Use your beach towel if it’s gonna get…”
I headed out and Ava shut the door before I could finish my sentence with a bad pun.
I came back to Lyla’s room. “Aki, Johnny, these are the snowy hills of Arendelle,” I told them, which wasn’t too hard to believe with the white carpet and Lyla’s poster of Elsa on the wall. “Enjoy the room as you will for the next few hours.”
Rory arrived with two mugs of hot chocolate and a couple paper towels, and set them on Lyla’s nightstand. He picked up his picnic basket and shopping bag and waited for me to close the door.
“You think they’ll be okay?” I asked him.
“You set this up, didn’t you?” he put right back to me.
I walked him down the stairs. We were given the guest room, for our date. It was a guest room that doubled as a storage room; there were a lot of boxes in there, but a nice bed. Lyla was going to have to do some sneaky laundry. But that’s why she took the responsibility of her mother’s room — she’d put down a spare comforter on her mother’s bed so she wouldn’t have to deal with the sheets.
“Lyla and me set it up,” I finally admitted. “After the whole Clue thing, and then the card play, and the fight… We thought it might be best to get Lyla off Johnny’s mind by getting him together with his old crush.” I recalled that Lyla actually had collected the winter date cards, and Johnny was in the winter coat. Maybe the universe was trying to tell me something, but it was too late.
Rory opened the picnic basket. “You want a sandwich?” he asked me.
“I want you to take my clothes off and fuck me, is what I want!” I told him.
Rory put the basket aside and got about removing my clothes. “You could have told me the plan, you know.”
“If you knew, you would have told him,” I said, helping to lose my panties.
“I had him thinking this was finally when Lyla was going to ditch Conor and be with him,” Rory told me, taking off his own clothes. “That’s what I thought was going to happen. That Lyla came to her senses and this was the ‘easy way out.’”
“We should have talked about it.”
“Yeah.”
Naked, we just looked at each other.
“Well, we’ll find out what happened in a little bit…” I said.
“Little bit?” Rory wondered, letting go of any worry and taking me in his arms. “We’ve got three hours for me to fuck you senseless!”
Ava
I wasn’t sure what to expect from this whole Mystery Date game, honestly. But it had been a while since my last real boyfriend, having broken up with Cal right after school started. I rebounded a little with a couple guys on a couple dates, went to Homecoming with one, and did something regrettable right after Halloween with Conor. I only mention him because he was a possibility in the game that day. But I hadn’t found anyone really special.
But when I opened that door and saw Lucas standing there… Oh, my god! I had been thinking about him, lately. He’s in our combined PE class, and I get to look at him in his shorts, and see his legs, and cute ass, and he’s got nice arms, and his whole body in motion during the games… To be honest, I’d been thinking about a few guys. I guess I’m ready to have a boyfriend, again. Ready to care about someone, again.
And when I saw Lucas in a tank top and swim trunks, I was ready to have a boy between my legs, again, too.
I couldn’t get rid of Mia fast enough. We might’ve been playing a game, but I wanted to talk to this boy and find out where he was at, and at least do some serious making out and feel his body. Those arms. I just wanna…
“So, um… It’s a beautiful day,” he said, kind of nervous. “Don’tchya think?”
“It’s a glorious day,” I told him. The window in the room showed the late November gray sky outside, but I was fine imagining the beach and the ocean and a yellow sun. If the easiest way to calm our nerves was to keep pretending we were on a beach date, then I was going to continue that fantasy. “I have to change into my suit. Why don’t you spread out the beach towel so we don’t get sand all over the place.”
The smile on Lucas’ face grew and I wish I had pulled out my phone and took a picture. I have some now, of course, but I wish I had that one. He is so fucking good-looking, and he looks even better when he smiles. He dropped his shopping bag on the floor and it struck with a thunk. Then he tossed and straightened the big towel over the pink bed.
“What’s in the bag?” I asked as I popped open the button on my shorts.
“Hmm?” He was distracted. He was watching me shimmy the shorts down off my hips. “Oh, um, the rest of my clothes. Then I can… change back when… Are you okay with me like this?”
“You are perfect,” I told him, pulling the shorts off my feet. I considered leaving my light blue cami on, like tying the bottom of it into a knot and letting my belly show. But it’s funny how restrictive my clothes suddenly felt, even a cami. I wanted to get rid of Luc’s shirt, too.
I pulled off my top and tossed it on the little pile of clothing I’d started, including the clothes I’d worn here. I was so glad Mia had told me this “date” was going to be like a big girl’s game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, so long as I wanted it to be, so I’d worn matching bra and panties.
“That’s a nice suit,” Lucas said, all eyes on me. Of course, that was the idea. It’s not like I was hiding my body.
I climbed onto the bed, taking a position on the colorful beach towel. It was cute — with penguins on it. “Gonna join me?”
Lucas visibly swallowed, then crossed his arms and drew off his tank top over his head. He added it my pile. He had a nice chest. A really nice chest. We haven’t had swimming, yet, in PE this year, and we haven’t had any sport where the boys play shirts-and-skins, so I haven’t really seen him shirtless, but this made up for it. And his abs. I love six-packs. And his fuzzy treasure trail leading down inside the yellow trunks.
He climbed on the bed and lay down beside me, propped up on his elbow, just gazing at my eyes.
“I was… um… I was on Soccer this year, you know, and I saw you at one of the games,” he told me. I could catch him taking quick peeks down my body, but he held my eyes.
“I know. If I remember right, you were caked with mud by the end!” I ran my finger along his shoulder. I couldn’t help it.
“You wrote up a story about that game. In the school newspaper. It was the first time I’d made the paper,” he almost coughed.
“You stopped the other team from scoring. Johnny and Rory and Esteban may have made the three goals, but you stopped, like, eight or ten shots-on-goal. Goalie is the hero, I think I said.” I know exactly what I wrote. “Lucas Swieteck is the MVP on this year’s team.”
“You even spelled my name right,” he laughed. I laughed, too; it broke a little tension, in a good way. I wanted to keep the other tension going, though, and let my hand fall from his arm and trace his pecs.
“You’re going to burn,” I said, trying to keep the beach thing going. “Good thing I have this sunscreen.” I pretended to squirt lotion on him and let my hand roam across his chest and down his abs. He let me and made sure I had access.
“Hey, you want to learn how to surf?” he asked, not entirely out of the blue. We were on the beach, still, after all.
“Can you teach me? Or just going to throw me in the water with a board, because I’ve done that with a boogie board, and wiped out spectacularly.” I dragged up a memory, in case I needed details.
“No,” he smiled. That smile. “No grubbing. Here, get up.” He held out his hand. I really wanted to keep lying there, but keeping it interesting was fun.
We stood on the bed, pretending the towel was a surfboard. It was a little wobbly, so it substituted for the ocean just fine.
“I’ve been surfing in Florida a few times. Daytona, when we weren’t playing on the boardwalk. I have a friend there,” he said, a little shyly so I think it might have been a girl. That’s okay. If she exists, she’s twelve-hundred miles away. “So, show me your stance,” he prompted.
I made like I was some mad surfer, posturing with my feet and arms out wide. I gave him my best Jim Carrey. “Surfs up, Big Kahuna!”
Lucas held me around my waist, pressing his body into mine from behind. I closed my eyes and just breathed. His hands slid down to my legs. “Hmm, keep your feet apart about as wide as your shoulders, not so far out. There you go. And stay in the middle of the board.”
He squatted down and stroked my right foot as he told me, “Turn your back foot sideways, and bend your knees.” He gently ran a finger behind my left knee until I was at the right height and angle, I guess. Then he stood and molded himself into me, again, checking my stance. “Keep your body relaxed, and your arms about as far as the edges of the board until you’re finding balance on a wave. You’re not dancing.”
“You do know, huh?” I said, kind of impressed. “So, like a cave girl,” I realized, hunching properly with him behind me. “Not like I’m gonna take a —“
“Yeah, not like that.”
We just surfed for a bit, his hands releasing my waist and gliding up and down my sides.
“Did you wax?”
“Did I… what?” Did he just ask if I waxed my vagina? I was hoping he’d just find out, but…
“Your board. Did you wax your board?”
Oh. “No. Just rented it and took it out,” I made up.
“Got to wax. I like how you popped up, but your feet will get a better grip on the board if you wax it. There’s a few kinds. I use Sticky Bumps. I’d avoid Sex Wax,” he said.
“That sounds unfortunate. But so long as we avoid Sex Bumps…” I teased. Lucas just groaned. Hey, I thought it was a decent pun, seeing as it was my first surfing pun ever.
“Here comes a wave. Get it!”
We rocked a little, putting pressure on each side of the “board” and then Lucas grabbed me and toppled us both over. “Oh, no, we’ve wiped out!”
We wound up with him above me, his eyes looking down into mine with that spark of fun. We both were laughing when I said, “Hey, I thought you said there’d be no grubbing!” I’d barely said ‘grub’ when I saw his eyes change. I guess he couldn’t take any more because he just shut me up with a kiss. It didn’t stop, and I didn’t want it to. I honestly don’t know how long we made out. Our hands roamed, but he didn’t push under my bra, yet; with his tank top off, I didn’t have to worry about that and let my hands explore his back muscles and shoulders all I wanted. When we finally broke the kiss, we just stared into each other’s eyes, like ‘Why did it take so long to find you?’
He swallowed and smiled. “Hey, give me that bottle of sunscreen,” he said. I gave him my pretend bottle and he switched about to sitting up. I flipped onto my front, offering my back. Hey, I’m not that easy.
I watched him behind me straddle my butt, just below my butt. He pretend-shook the bottle and pretend-squirted the pretend stuff on my back, with a coordinating pretend noise. I giggled at that and declared, “Hey, that’s cold!”
“I’ll warm you up.” He began massaging my shoulders and back.
“You do have warm hands…” His hands felt wonderful, making me melt inside. They were a little rough, like he’d been doing some work in his yard and didn’t bother with hand lotion to soften them up. A man’s hands.
And I could feel another part that belonged to a man, down below. Oh… yes. As he leaned forward to grab more of my shoulders, he let his hard, hard cock push between my ass cheeks. God, I could hardly wait.
Then I felt my bra fall loose. He undid the hooks so easily, I didn’t even know he was doing it. “Don’t want tan lines…”
“No, I sure don’t.” I braced myself up on my elbows and quietly drew my arms out of my bra straps. I don’t even know if he noticed because his hands had moved lower onto the small of my back, and he shifted his seat, and his hands played at the hem of my panties. I didn’t protest. There’s the old saying that “Silence Gives Consent,” but I didn’t want him to have to guess. I rolled my pelvis and his hands found my curve, sliding down and then back up inside my panties.
“I really need it there,” I moaned as his thumbs worked toward my core.
Then he tore my panties down. I didn’t hear them tear — and I hope not because I really like these — but they came down so quickly. “Damn thing’s in the way,” he muttered.
I was naked, but he wasn’t.
He was already kneeling by my side when I turned and pushed him off the bed to standing. I didn’t say a word, just yanked those yellow trunks down to his knees — he could get them the rest of the way down, himself.
Then I saw it. His cock. Hard and pointing at me after the bounce from being released. “Damn, that’s a nice cock,” I breathed. I haven’t seen too many, but I knew that his was a nice cock. His pubes were a little darker than his sandy hair, his balls hanging well, and a nice, long shaft with a light ring from being cut. The head was a nice arrow shape — not flat or too round — and it looked so inviting that I forgot all about displaying myself properly for him and just dove onto that cock, taking it into my mouth and going to town.
“Oh, fuck…” Luc moaned. “Ava….”
I had one hand on his ass and the other holding his cock and playing with his pubes. I was on my side, still, propped on an elbow and could barely hold myself upright, and I think he felt that. His hands had gone to my head, to my hair, but I was losing altitude and sliding forward. He backed out of my mouth and helped me up, but I decided to show him what he was getting, and rolled onto my back.
Lucas just stood there, his hands still out from holding me like he forgot they were there, staring at my naked bod. At my breasts. At my pussy.
He climbed back onto the bed and found his height laying down, and kissed me. “Ava, you’re beautiful. I mean, normally you are — god, you’re so beautiful — and I don’t know if I deserve to see you like this.”
“Have you done something wrong?” I asked.
“Not yet.”
A cold shiver hit me suddenly. “Do you have a girlfriend, right now, or…?”
“No. I’m free. I just… I’ve liked you for…” He was searching for the right words, but it didn’t stop his hands from searching for my nipples. “We were in World History last year, but nobody talked in that class. And in PE, now… And when I agreed to play the game… When you agreed to play, did you…?”
“I thought it might be fun, meet someone, maybe do a little…” I admitted. “But when I saw you at the door, Lucas… this is a dream come true.”
We both let that sink in.
Lucas is such a genuinely nice guy. And not one that gets walked all over. If you got in a fight with him, you’d probably lose. And even now, when we’re naked, in bed, he cares about my reputation. I think his friend Johnny is like that, too. Lyla is lucky to have him. I don’t know why he let her play Mia’s game. How do you watch her walk off with Conor? For me and Lucas, I know he had a girlfriend last year, and I think this summer, but I didn’t really keep tabs on him. I had a boyfriend or two, as well. I’ve just liked Lucas from afar, from the other side of the classroom or the gym. A cute boy I’d like to be with. Somehow, the forces of the universe aligned and here we are.
“I don’t…” I started, searching for the right words, like he had been. “I don’t do this all the time, first date. First mystery date. But god, Lucas, I want to now.”
We started making out again. “You okay out here on the beach?” he asked between kisses. He brought the edge of the sister’s comforter up. “Want to go in a cabana or…?”
I pushed his arm and comforter back down. “I like the sand. Got a good beach towel.”
He broke the kiss and moved down my body, kissing my neck and my chest, stopping to caress and suck on my breasts. Eventually, his left hand explored downward and found my pubes while I did my best to keep holding onto and stroking his cock. Then his fingers found their way inside me, inside my trim little pussy. Do I wax it? Maybe… but just downtown. I like to keep the big labia clean. And… Oh, the tease! He had a light touch but knew what he was doing, flicking my clit and entering me, drawing out my juices.
He was going to bring me off. Yes, he was. But I wanted to hold him. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed to feel him on top of me and to put that cock inside me.
I held him, and moved his body between my open legs. He still didn’t take position to fuck me, though. He slid down my body, instead. “Want to head down the beach?” he asked. “I want to play in the surf for a bit, okay?”
And… oh my god… Luc’s fucking tongue was magic. I’d wanted him in my arms, but now I locked him in-place with my ankles. Time went… time… I don’t fucking know how long Luc was down there. I think the sister had an alarm clock nearby but I didn’t fucking care! Cal, my old boyfriend, tried this with me, but it just never did it for me. And that oaf Conor lapped at my pussy like a dog then jumped on me. Lucas was taking his time and had my juices flowing. I was about to cum.
I tried to think of some beach pun, something about the tide or the surf, but had nothing. And it’s just as well — I couldn’t speak.
But I could scream, and I did scream and I wailed and cooed, just like Mia down somewhere else in this house, we could all hear. I did think of waves, though, as my orgasm pulsed through me and my body shook. I thought of waves, and I knew I couldn’t let this one go.
Lucas gave me a break and allowed me to recover, to breathe, but just stayed below, playing with my pubes. I opened my eyes and caught his smile.
“Sun’s in my eyes, though, Lucas. And yeah, too many people around,” I groaned as I floated. “How about the boardwalk? Can I go under the boardwalk? Can you be my boardwalk?” I put out my hands to him. I wanted to pull him on top of me.
Lucas got up and wiped his chin, then left the bed. I wondered where to, and I saw him getting something from the shopping bag he brought. He held up a strip of three condoms. Good. Good. We didn’t need to have a conversation. I beckoned him over toward me. Laying on his front had made him a little softer than he needed to be, so I stroked his nice cock back to full, and helped put the condom on him.
Lucas climbed back on the bed, got between my legs, and finally placed his body over me. “Tide’s starting to come in. Very wet down where we were. Have to move to higher ground under the pier.” His arms above to either side of me. Strong pilings to hold up his pier. My pier. Fuck it. He’s mine.
Lucas mounted me and slowly, oh-so-slowly, let that cock slide inside me. I cried an “Ohhhh!” and then we fucked. I think I’d been waiting to feel this since I saw him at the bedroom door. No mistake. He felt so good — in my arms, in my mouth, in my… in me. This was meant to be.
He started slow. Slow and long. All the way in, all the way out (almost), then back in, and again and again. Then he got faster. Faster and, little by little, harder. Faster and harder. He wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to be fucked.
All I could do was moan and make little screams as he thrust inside me. I wanted to call out to him, tell him how much I loved what he was doing, how he was making me feel, talk dirty and tell him to fuck me! But I couldn’t. Me — an articulate newspaper reporter, the entire English language at my command and some Spanish, and I couldn’t come up with anything but, “Ahhh… ahhh-AHHH!… Ah-uh-ah-ahhh!” and you won’t even be able to hear the musicality of how I sang those “ahs.” And, “Lucas… oh, Luc…” That I said about a hundred times.
Lucas was fairly quiet, but very intense with his moans and his breathing. But I’ll say one thing he might be embarrassed about but I loved… he growled! He’d been fucking me upright — on his knees pulling me into him when he dropped forward on top of me, again. His head was on my shoulder, on my neck and in my hair, when he growled while fucking me, and then he bit my shoulder a few times. Not hard, just grabbed me with his teeth. No marks. That really turned me on!
And then Lucas came. He came before I did, and he deserved it, but I came right after he did. It was one of those that as I felt him go stiff and convulse, his cock kicking inside me, the feeling just sent me over the edge. I had never cummed at the same time as anyone, before.
I don’t want to make any more cute jokes about making love with Lucas, but like the lady says in that movie Thelma and Louise, I’d been fucked proper. If I didn’t think it might scare him away, I might’ve told Lucas that I was already in love with him. I supposed I should go out on a real date with him, first, though. A couple-few. Then I still might wait for him to say it to me, first. But I’ll be waiting. It would be Christmas in a month’s time.
Afterwards, as we laid there in our sweat and Lucas took off his condom, I told him, “Luc, we’re gonna need all three of those things!”
He bundled the thing up in some tissue on the sister’s nightstand, then came back to me. Came back to holding me.
“Ava, this was the best, ever. But, are we…? Can we be together? Will you go out with me? Be mine?” He looked at me so honest, so… earnest.
I wanted to laugh for the right reason, but didn’t want to send the absolute wrong message. “Lucas, I am yours. You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon, mister.”
He kissed me, there on the pretend beach, long and hard and tender, and we kissed until the tide came in and I waxed my board and popped up and I rode his wave this time.
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