Slither - Edward Lee [11]
"No, no. It's all closed down. I'm sure this shack is where they stored stuff. It was ages ago, back when guys like Ford and Carter were in office."
"Who?"
When nature passed out the brains, it gave her tits instead, Alan mused. Now she was puttering with things in her bag, breasts roving. The pose, bent over like that, gave him butterflies.
"So you're sure there's no one else on the island?"
"I'm sure. No one comes here," he said. "Why would they?"
"To party! Like us!"
Alan shook his head. "It's too hard to dock. The only reason I did it is 'cause I'm experienced."
She wriggled her butt in the cutoffs. "You're experienced, all right. I hate to think how much."
"Let's not even go there," he suggested. He'd heard plenty about her, and Carol, too, and plenty about Leona and Carol together, and much else. Christ, she's only nineteen .. .
"Fine. I mean, it's normal to be curious," she said, still busying herself and looking spectacular while doing so. "I'd tell you my number if you told me yours."
At first he thought she meant phone numbers, but he already had hers. She meant sexual partners. "Leona," he said, "I'm not that insecure that I have to know how many men you've been with."
"Okay. I'm cool with that." She stood back up, erect nipples pointing. She looked out the frameless window. "I wonder where Carol and Howie are ..."
"Out in the woods doing what we were doing for the last hour."
"I hope it works out with them. They'll make a great couple, don't you think?"
"Uh, sure." But he could scarcely concentrate on the question. Holy SHIT, she's good-looking ... Her nipples stuck out like dark pink rivets set into the untanned and flawlessly white breasts. Teepees of more white skin pointed to her collarbones: the marks left by her bikini top. She was every college boy's dream, and Alan was very much a college boy. Thank you, God, he thought dumbly.
"Come on, let's go look for them."
Alan frowned. "Let's leave them be. They didn't interrupt us, did they?"
"But they've been gone a long time, Alan." She kept rising on the balls of her feet to peer out the window. The gesture tightened her calves and rump in a way that made Alan grind his teeth. "I'm starting to get a little worried," she said.
Chicks. "There's nothing to get worried about. Let me fire up the Coleman. I guarantee you the minute we get some brats and burgers on the grill, they'll be back."
She spun, grinning the way a woman always grins when she wants something. "That's a great idea, but I've got an even greater one. I'll fire up the Coleman while you go look for Carol and Howie!" And then she shuffled right up and gave him a kiss. Alan grew dizzy from the scent of her hair and the sensation of her tongue finicking in his mouth. Her breasts flattened against his chest, radiating heat, and when her hand momentarily cupped his crotch, he almost fell over.
"Isn't that a better idea?" she breathed into his mouth.
"Um-hmm," he breathed back.
"And when you come back, I'll get some food in you 'cause you're definitely going to need your energy for tonight." And with a parting caress, she scampered outside.
Alan got his breath back and left the shack. Leona was already hunched over the Coleman.
"You're gonna cook burgers topless?"
"Can you think of a reason why I shouldn't?"
His eyes remained stuck on her breasts. "Uh ... no."
"Good. So how come you're still standing there? Go find Carol and Howie!"
Alan moseyed off, hands in the pockets of his swim trunks. I wonder, he thought. Just how many guys HAS she gotten it on with? Insecurity. He told himself it didn't matter, because: The only guy she's getting it on with now is me. The placation worked, for a while.
"Where the hell are they?" he muttered aloud. "Howie! Carol! Soup's on!" His voice trumpeted, but the woods swallowed the sound. He corkscrewed around the campsite but found no evidence of them. Maybe they went back to the boat. Carol was a fussbudget. A little too prim and proper to fuck in the woods. She'd be too worried about bugs crawling on