Her Wet Bikini

Chapter 18

After we got tired of spinning, we returned to our seats. Karen sat next to me and I poured some red wine for her. I found the tiny drops of sweat on her neck extremely sexy. The thought of sliding my tongue over them gave me half an erection.

A few moments later Paula showed up alone. She informed us that while dancing, Angelo brushed shoulders with and old friend and was now dancing with her. Paula and Karen began chatting in English while I pretended to listen. I searched in the crowd for Angelo and I spotted him dancing with a sexy brunette that I recognized in an instant. Her name was Anita and they had hooked up a few summers ago. I could remember Angelo bragging to us younger kids about having s*x with her. He described the ritual of removing her dress and underwear in the same way one would narrate a scary story around a campfire. With a menacing tone that highlighted the arrival of an inevitable moment. His description of the details of her naked body gave us a glimpse in a forbidden world of inaccessible knowledge. It was so vivid that for a long time afterward I was certain that I too had a taste of her body.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I instantly turned around. It was Claudio and another boy named Julio whom I have not seen in a couple of years. He was taller than before and his dark blond hair was longer. All together, the three of us would spy on topless sunbathers and take photos of them with our mobile phones.

They showed an immediate interest in the girls in my company. I introduced them and they sat down with us. Their English was far better than mine was, therefore they had no problem in chatting with Karen. Julio showed a strong interest in Karen, he had never been abroad and was eager to ask her about the customs of her country.

Claudio had not seen Paula for many years and was eager to catch up with her. One of the first questions he asked was whether she had a boyfriend in Canada. She replied that it didn’t matter whether she had one or not since she was on a holiday alone with her mom.

This sounded promising enough for Claudio who let his leg slide against her bare thighs and touched her arm. It didn’t bother me as much as I expected, not for the moment at least. You only had to look around to see the abundance of females waiting for someone to ask them for a dance.

Angelo had already left his girlfriend in the hands of another person and was dancing with his ex-sweetheart. Who knew what else was going to happen before the night was over?

I decided to walk around and see if I could find my mother or my sister. Assuming they were in the company of friends, I walked around the tables hoping to catch a glimpse of them. Every meter or so someone would recognize me and I would stop to talk to them. People would ask me whether my father would show up before the end of the holidays while others made remarks about how tall or handsome I’ve become.

I only managed to find was Monica. She was playing with a group of kids who seemed to be under the supervision of a thirteen-year old girl named Eleanora. I asked my sister where mom was and she said that she had no idea.

“She’s probably with Miranda’s mom,” said Eleanora. “If you can’t find them here they must have gone away for a walk.”

Her voice was the sweetest thing I had heard in ages and the way she acted was a sign that she was much more mature than her real age. She had blonde hair, puffy smooth skin, blue eyes, and light pink lips. I made a mental note to get back to her in a couple of years. I wondered whether she was taking care of the younger kids because she didn’t have anything better to do or because an adult assigned this duty to her. With such looks, even at this age it would be hard for her to keep away the boys.

“Do you want to dance?”

“I thought you were taking care of these kids.”

“Sort of, but my mom is sitting over there. It’s no big deal if I go away for a while.”

I assumed that Eleanora had an interest in boys but also wanted to play safe. Her mother probably forbade her to date boys so her options were rather limited. As the older brother of one of the kids she was taking care of, I seemed a safe choice. She would get to brag to her friends about dancing with a boy without breaking the strict family guidelines.

I had to admit I found her quite attractive that’s why I agreed to her proposal. Her age guaranteed that we wouldn’t be able to hit it off for some time but who knew what the future would bring? In a couple of years, the fruit would be ripe and ready for picking.

She wanted us to dance a slow song-the type where two bodies stuck to each other like flies on flypaper. In case her parents were looking, I held her hand at a height above her shoulder while my other was around her waist. I tried to maintain a rigid position, making sure to leave a gap between us but there were too many people dancing around us. They kept pushing our bodies closer to one another.

Her eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly and her lips curled upwards in a sublime smile. The message was clear. She wanted me to seduce her. Her lips that had never been kissed before were thirsty for a kiss. There could never be a better night for her first kiss than this night. I felt somehow miserable for not being two or three years younger. If I were that age, I would not have given it a second thought.

“When I was eleven years old I wanted to kiss my English teacher,” she whispered in my ear.

“Really? What was he like?”

“A tall British guy with dark hair. He spoke like a true gentleman.”

“Did you get to kiss him?”

“No, but I wrote him a postcard once. Do you think he has kept it?”

“Not sure. Teacher’s get so many gifts from their students, it would be impossible to keep them all. But let me tell you, if I was your teacher it would never cross my mind to throw away your gift.”

“You saying that makes me want to kiss you!”