Page 27 of Sailor's Delight
The parked cars on one side and the median on the other created a narrow roadway, forcing traffic to move at a smooth, comfortable (for a bike, anyway) clip.
They rode past numerous open-air bars and restaurants, catering to the throngs of cruisers from the nearby docks. The varying sounds of mariachi, pop, country, and slow, mournful Mexican ballads alternately swelled and faded as she coasted past.
Ahead of them, their guide, who’d introduced himself as Benjamin, was pulling up onto a sidewalk, coasting to a stop.
“You’re in pretty good shape!” Casey called out from immediately behind her as they followed Benjamin onto the sidewalk.
Jenn paused, waiting for a qualifier of some kind. “What? No ‘but’ coming?”
“No, the butt’s coming nicely,” Casey said.
Jenn turned to look at him blankly.
He tried to grin, but it faded when she didn’t laugh or smile. She didn’t even blink.
“No?” he asked with that obnoxiously cute half smile.
“Nope,” she said loudly, unclipping her helmet and hanging it from the handlebars.
The first stop was a historic Catholic Church. It was everything Jenn thought it would be: a crème-stuccoed building with arched stained glass windows, a beautiful mosaic tile floor, and a score of uncomfortable looking pews facing the cavernous rotunda at the front of the sanctuary.
Jenn hung back as Benjamin led the group up one of the side aisles of the church, whispering quietly as the other members filed past Jenn.
Standing with her hands on the back most pew, Jenn heard one young woman whisper, “Ew. Why so sweaty?”
Jenn glanced at her. Barely out of high school, by the look of her. Jenn chose to ignore the comment. Adolescence was a ruthless time for those who deviated from social norms and expectations outside the expected. The young woman’s crop top, high-waisted, booty-clinging shorts declared her solidly within social bounds.
Jenn took a look down at herself. Her low-cut yellow blouse was drenched with sweat, which also beaded up on her shoulders and ran down her neck into the shirt.
“For the record, I don’t think you look too bad,” Casey murmured, an arm’s length away from her, leaning down on the pew with both hands.
Jenn’s sigh through her nose was forced and quick. She spun to face Casey.
“Enough, boy. You can’t hang out with me if you’re going to be constantly hitting on me and trying to get in my pants.”
The half-smile was back. “You’re not wearing any pants.”
“I’m not wearing any panties, either.” Jenn watched Casey’s eyes widen and wander down over her generous hips and thighs. She saw his board shorts wiggle of their own accord. “Easy, tiger. All that means is that they’re not going to be dropping anytime soon, got it?”
A slight hiss pulled both of their attention. A black-robed clergyman stood staring at them, mouth agape. “This is a house of God!” he whispered in a thick Mexican accent, horrified.
Jenn frowned. “Sorry, Padre.” She retreated toward the entrance, making a cross on herself as she backed out of the entryway. She had no idea if that was what was actually done in a Catholic church. She’d seen people do it on shows and movies often enough.Couldn’t hurt, right?
Jenn found her bike and reached into the basket for the water bottle. She clapped her floppy hat, a bit the worse the wear for its trip in the basket, back onto her head, then uncapped the water bottle.
As she took a long dip from the thin, crinkly plastic vessel, she watched Casey emerge from the chapel. She took an inhale through her nose as he stepped through the door frame.Damn, he’s tall!He nearly had to duck to avoid hitting the top of the threshold.
Jenn had to check herself when her eyes automatically dropped back to his board shorts that she’d seen move earlier. Was it her imagination that she saw some independent swinging behind the fabric low on his thigh?Sweet Christmas!She glanced away, forcing herself to think of something— anything— else. Young monster cock was not what she wanted to think about right now.
She did, anyway. The memory of what it felt like to wrap her fingers around a flaccid, limp penis and feel it respond to her attention by standing to its own attention filled her with an ache that nearly made her groan aloud. Trey. It made her think of Trey. They’d been so close! Why hadn’t he just—
“You’re really…” Casey interrupted her simultaneously horny and angry thoughts. He paused, his stalled observation hanging in the air between them.
Jenn swallowed. “Hot?” She fanned herself to drive her point home.
“Well, yeah…”Enough with the sexy half-smile!Casey looked her up and down again to make his double meaning clear.
“But I was gonna say, ‘interesting.’”