Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Sun and Sea 03 A James Gang Story by Mike C Foreword This is my first attempt after almost six years to get back to writing fiction. I'm starting a new story with my favorite group of people: the James Gang. Let's see how it works out... For those who are unfamiliar with the James Gang, they are the characters introduced in the (as yet unfinished) novel, 'James'. The REAL purpose here of course is to get 'James' finished... although I sense it'll be a while before I can get the skills, and confidence I need to continue that story! Also: I HAVE tried Stories Online, but it's not my thing. Feedback is welcome - but please keep it constructive. Address: mikec (at) nspace.net = = = = = "Is it me?" Amanda said, "Or is everyone staring?" "Yes, it's you, we're staring at you!" Sara said. "Wow, babe, just WOW!" Sherri sighed as she carefully examined what was previously hidden under Amanda's shirt. "You approve?" Mandie asked me. "I'm reasonably impressed by the results of our high-protein diet, but many more tests will need to be performed. Purely for scientific purposes, of course." I said. "Of course." Amanda lifted her puppies so we can better admire them. "So, professor, now that I finally have some decent boobs, does it mean I don't need to suffer the high-protein diet anymore?" "Oh no - you don't want them to get all droopy like, do you?" I checked the firmness and consistency and I had to agree with Sherri's assessment, it WAS a killer bod. "Oh, guys... Oh..." Amanda squirmed as they eased her on to the big V-berth and each fastened their lips on one of her proud beauties. I knelt at the foot of the bed to feast on her yummy little slit. "More boobies, more room for loving!" Sara enthused. "We know, you have half the eastern seaboard on you!" Sherri observed. "Hey you're naked down here!" I marvelled. Mandie's never had much hair there, but now it was a smooth, totally kissable expanse of GIRL. "Yeah - after getting all turned on seeing these two get Nuuded," Amanda explained, "Deanna found me an electrolysis clinic in J'ville and we did it!" "Didn't it hurt?" "Not comfortable - but not really painful. But after that they massaged some oils on it, and covered up with a hot towel. THAT felt good... Something like--" She grabbed my hair, and pulled me back to her cunt, "--what you were doing before... Mmmm... Like that... lower... lower... yeah... Deeper... OH yessss!" She shook and panted for some minutes. "Yeah, man, that's what I was talking about!" "And a TOWEL did all that? I gotta get me one of those!" Sara declared, as she settled next to Amanda, "But for now, your mouth will have to do!" Naturally fairness dictated that I do Sherri as well. When I could stagger to my feet, I had to clear my throat a few times to be heard, "Ok! I believe it is now punishment time!" I gestured at them, still laying there with dreamy half-smiles on their faces. "Mach schnell!" "What, me too?" Amanda protested, then at Sara, "Oh, right, I know, I know - another one for the team." "I believe you all know the drill!" "My, anxious, are we?" Sherri smiled as she sank down gracefully and looked up from MY favorite position. "Tell you what," She breathed on my anxiousness, "We'll do it for as long as you can guess who is doing it - without looking!" "That's ALL? Deal!" I said as I covered my eyes, "Guiness record time! Yeah!" After all these months of experience, and with only the three of them to choose from, it was a no-brainer. I knew just how Amanda's tiny mouth squeezes from all sides; Sara's slower, but she does this warbly kind of wiggle with her throat, and-- "Holy God!!" Sherri had grabbed me around the hips and did her sword-swallower thing, but added the tongue-y bit she usually held back for when we have achieved blast-off. "Wrong on the first try!" Sara laughed. "And honestly, how can you expect God to stoop to such depths of human depravity?" Wondered Amanda. "OK, I give up, I know when I'm beat." I threw myself on the bed, "I'm yours to do as you want!" "That's better!" Amanda rubbed her hands together, "This is gonna be good and messy!" "And I just changed the sheets!" Lamented Sara. (And an hour later...) Sherri sat up, smacked her lips and said, "I trust that discharges my obligations to your satisfaction?" She took a long lazy stretch, her naked body gleaming in the dim light of the cabin. Next to me Sara went, "Rowwrrrrrr..." On my other side, Amanda sighed, "That's one sexy-looking chick! I wonder what she looks like with her clothes on?" "Like America's favorite fuck-fantasy." Sara nodded. "Ahh, trust me, that was no fantasy," I sighed, blinking at the spots in my eyes, "Pure artistry, and skillfully applied." I nodded in commendation. "Thank you sir," Sherri said demurely, "I enjoy my work." "That's good, a worker who enjoys her work is a happy worker." "OK, my turn," Amanda reached for me, "Hey, what happened to Mr Dweebus?" "You HAD both your turns!" Sara said. "And the law states that I'm allowed at least five minutes' recovery time!" I groaned. "And, I think the hour's up..." Sara lamented. "Aw shucks..." Amanda said, giving me a sad tweak, "I just knew all this excessive brain activity will come to a bad end!" "He does look a bit wilted." Sherri nodded, "Ms Insatiable here's probably drained him..." "Hey! We haven't had sex all day till now!" Sara protested, then proudly, "Even though he was rather insistent..." "Wow, you actually said 'No' to him?" "Well, kinda... I told him to go pee first, and then things got real hectic..." Sara broke out in another smile, "Oh, and when he was doing it off the stern I think 'razzi-Rick caught him mooning North Day!" "Who is this 'razzi-Rick guy, you know him?" Sherri asked. "Nah." Sara shook her head, "We just call him that... Papparazzi-rick... P'rick, see?" "I get it," Sherri laughed, "Subtle... cool!" "I bet they're the ones calling us names now," Amanda smiled, "After we take away their livelihood!" "Shit, reminds me, I should send the mods to Jules and tell her to get production started on Oddball!" "And I should cook something, we haven't eaten anything all day." Sara gave me a concerned look, "You're starting to look pale." "Ah, that explains why it takes a full minute for him to come." Amanda nodded. "Yeah, and I thought it tasted a bit," Sherri licked her lips, "er, flat." "Insipid was what I thought." Amanda mulled. "Definitely not up to his usual pungency." Then she brightened, "Ah... we got you chirashi - it'll be warmish now, but you can have that." "Funny you should mention warmed-over raw fish right after we, er, imbibed." Sherri commented. "In scientific circles, they're both known for their health benefits and, of course the high protein content." I informed them. "Ah of course... Oh, pardon me, miss," Sherri turned to Amanda, "You're just so healthy, let me guess, you must eat a lot of fish!" She leaned forward and french kissed her, "Yes, I was right - sashimi-breath!" "Sashimi breath yourself!" Amanda laughed, "Ms I'll-suck-your-cock-cos-I-enjoy-it!" "Now that sex break is over," Sara said, "We need to get some food. Er, if not chirashi, then what?" "Let's show the girls downtown Daytona, and grab some food there." "Do we have time to take a shower or you want us to impress them with our rank sexuality?" While the girls twittered in the cabin shower, I updated the program in Oddball. The quickly silenced pings when I washed up at the back of the boat showed that the changes were effective. Then I called JulieAnn. "Did the girls get there OK?" She asked. "No problems, they're good, we're just about to take them to see Daytona." "Give them my love, tell Sara I'll be in SoCal next month, so I'll probably go out and visit her." "Make sure you rent a car - transit's a bitch out there." "Yeah, I'll work something out." "We tested Oddball-2 today, and everything looks like a go!" "That's super, send me the specs and I'll coordinate with CE. Either Nicole or I will be there when the first prototypes roll off." Consumer Electrics is the large manufacturer we have investments in, and they have the expertise and capacity to make Oddball for us. "Marshall says the marina will take 10 and Sara has a lead for 50 at the studio. I'll also need a dozen for demos." I continued. "No problem, we'll get the rights for the UF part and everything else is off the shelf. We'll get things rolling at this end and keep you posted... But babe, don't forget the Sabre-25! Get the sea-trials finalized, I want to start production on that too!" "Yeah - we're meeting with a guy from Turtle Cay tonight - he's interested in the Sabre-25 for a vacation rental unit." "That's good, time-share and micro-ownership are getting big time now. But sweetie, any negotiations? Let Amanda do it!" "Now that hurts! I haven't given anything away since..." "I never said you give anything away - but Amanda knows how much to squeeze. And she makes them feel good while she does it!" "You're just so cold-hearted!" "Maybe, or you're such a softie. Anyway, we're there, use us for what we're worth!" "Hmmm, there's a couple of things I could use you for right now!" "Oh? You mean there's something your three hotties there cannot provide?" She laughed. "Talking about hotties, have you SEEN Amanda lately? What a dish!" "Yeah - I'm looking forward to spending time with her after she's finished with the course. Just make sure you treat her well - remember that no matter how tough she looks, you're the one who can hurt her!" "Yeah - I'll be good... How's Celeste? And Brenda?" "Celeste's good, in a manic kind of way. She's going to Taliesin West for a seminar, but will be back when Sherri gets there. And Brenda's Brenda, go-go-go all the time. She needs you to make her take a break - we've all tried and failed." "And Nicole?" "She's good too... but the house is too empty these days. Still, she's kept busy with the practice and the clinic." "Can you tell her that I miss her?" "Yes, honey, I'll do that." "I'll see her as soon as I can. And I love you Jules." "I know, and I love you." We hung up after exchanging kisses. The girls came back up, resplendent in their Polo Ponies. I relayed JulieAnn's messages and passed a bag of Cow-chips around, "This'll keep us going until we eat." "You know what else they call this, don't you?" Sara said. "No what?" "At Regan's, this is known as the Amanda Chip..." "No!" Amanda was shocked, "WHO calls it that?" "Well, you ARE the one who discovered it, and..." "Damn, must be that Pete in Data Processing! He has a sick, sick mind! I'll fix his computer - I'll proxy him up so he can't even get his own mail!" "Oh Mandie Chip, my scrumptious sweetheart!" Sara started licking her crisp, "I just LOVE eating you!" "Don't you dare start, Sara-slut! If I hear that anywhere on the plant, I'll... I'll make a zit appear in the middle of your forehead!" "Won't work, babe," Sherri laughed, "That's not where people are watching!" She looked appreciatively at Sara's breasts, "But if she gets a zit on THOSE lovelies..." She sighed and shook her head, "Damn, the poor pony looks like he's galloping up Mount Everest!" "Yeah," Sara laughed, "And your pony's gonna trip on your nipple and break his neck!" Amanda crossed her arms in front of her, "Do not start on me! I'm pissed off enough as it is!" She shook her head, "I'm so gonna get the chips banned at work!" "I like your pony," I said, pulling her on my lap, "Especially where he's galloping..." I kissed her, and smoothed the material over her. "I'm damned proud of who you are..." "Mmmm," she smiled and kissed me back, "you're just saying that so you can put your dirty hands all over me!" She hugged me and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Hey, Oddball's going nuts..." Sara warned, "Looks like you two have attracted a crowd." She pointed to a small group of people looking in from outside the fence. "Time to get the show on the road," Sara sighed, "I'll get my stuff..." She went in the cabin and reappeared with her rollie. "Is that a new LV Vernis?" Sherri asked. "Mais oui, l'edition Miami Bleus." Sara laughed, "They made up a limited batch in blue leather." She started strapping bags of cow-chip to it. "You're gonna look like a little piglet if you eat all that!" Amanda laughed. "So? I need my comfort food!" "Wow, that is so trendy, two grand worth of luggage as a cowchip carrier!" "No doubt this will be worth even more," Sara laughed, "AFTER the show gets cancelled! Oh, somebody get my MP3." "I got it." I told her. "OK, you guys ready?" "Lead on, we're right behind you." "Here she comes!" "Hey boys." Sara greeted the photographers at the gate. "Have you done something to stop our cameras from working?" "Can't say I have... I doubt I even looked at your camera until today!" "Listen, we've got to make a living too... Hey! You're Sherri, the Polo Girl, right?" "Damn, my camera's still on the fritz!" "Hey boys, play nice, and we'll let you take our pictures!" "Wait, let me get set up first!" "And you? Are you somebody famous?" They asked Amanda. "No, I'm just the driver delivering the food." "Oh," They sounded disappointed, although some looked suspiciously at her, obviously wondering why a delivery person went round in a $100 Polo T. "I can make you famous, you know!" "Nah," Amanda smiled back, "I enjoy what I do." She looked back at us, "After all, that's what makes a happy worker!" She held out her hand. "I'll get the car." She trundled off with Sara's food carrier after getting my keys. "Now - you promised!" They turned their attention back to Sara. "OK, you got three minutes. James...?" I brought the phone out and programmed Oddball for surveillance-only mode. "I knew it! They hid it inside that phone!" One of them turned to the others, "They had it when it first happened!" "OK boys, the clock's ticking!" Sara hugged Sherri, "Smile, darling and show off your pony, let's make Mr Ralph happy!" In the end, they made many more happy as they strutted their stuff for the 'razzis until Mandie arrived with the car. "OK, guys, you got your pictures, and we're off. Just so you know, we're going to the beach for food, and then they're taking me to the airport. And tomorrow the boat will be gone. If I were you, I'd save my energy and chase after somebody else." I got in the back with Sara and she hugged my neck, "Damn, forgot just how tiring this shit is!" "Yeah... Just relax..." I caressed her hair and started a slow massage, "Hey, you know this is only the second time we're in the back of this car?" "Mmmm... yeah. Wow, what a night!" Sara giggled. "The night little Sara went all crazy!" "Oh? Care to share the details?" Sherri looked around. "You have to remember what a scaredy-cat I was, and I'd just lost my cherry to this guy I barely knew - we'd not exchanged more than 5 words before that night... "Shit, I don't think we said more than 2 words THAT night... I remember saying 'Again!' and he said 'OK!' - I think that was it! "So here I was, having given myself to a guy who was kinda dating my best friend... and not sure if I HAD any friends left... And Amanda calls - another weird and wonderful experience there, I can tell you. So she is telling me about the facts of life, trying to make me less nervous about the sex, and everything... And I want to thank you, my dearest Mandie..." "Are you really thanking me, or being facetious?" Sara reached around to stroke her face, "From the bottom of my heart, my lovely, I thank you. For giving me the courage to BE different, and to do what I did that night!" Another giggle, "So, anyways, the boy shows up - at my door! And asked me out! Something snapped in me - and, in a nutshell, I jumped his bones." "Quite a few times! If I recall!" I added enthusiastically. "Yeah - I tried everything Mandie told me. I sucked, I fucked, and sucked him again!" Sara nestled against me, "And my Mom said I was a different person after that night!" She kissed me, "Did I tell you how amazing you were too?" "And little did I know that while I was being Miss Lonely-heart," Amanda commented, "Sara was getting laid regularly. And I had to BEG for it! It was just so UNFAIR!" "He'll make it up to you." Sara caressed me, "Won't you my sweet?" "If I get fed on a regular basis..." I nodded. "That's a plan," Amanda agreed, "Sherri cooks, and I fuck." "You SURE you want me to cook? My Mom forbids me to enter the kitchen when food is being prepared!" "Your Dad's told me how he used to make hotdogs in his lab on his bunsen burner!" "I believe the term 'char-broil' was invented in his honor." "Slow down Mandie, here, turn here at the 'P'." Daytona was in the lull period after Spring Break, where all the action was concentrated in the building and repairing of damages incurred during those eight weeks; and we had no trouble finding parking right by the beach. "Hey, Sara! James!" We were greeted by most of the university students we passed. Having a public figure as a girlfriend on a campus with no more than one female for every 15 male students meant instant recognition. We passed by a group playing volleyball and they paused to give her an appreciative series of grunts. "Hi boys," Sara laughed, "You go, one-fiver-seven!" When we had problems with some students at the beginning, the Air Force-ROTC had stepped in and appointed itself Sara's guardians. They were sometimes called Sara's Scruffies, after the South-beach Scruffies, the street gang which helps Sara's TV-character solve crimes. This early in the season, only die-hard sun-bathers were out and a scattering of vendors. Most of them were grouped around the Ocean Deck Restaurant, or "Day-beach central", as they like to be called, where a large plastic water-slide was being set up and tested on the sand. We took the side stairs to the upper Deck, while a loud marimba band tuned up in the lower bar area. "Hi Franny!" Sara waved at the server. "Outside deck for four, please." We exchanged more waves and greetings as we were taken to a table at one end of the large outdoor patio. Franny gave us menus and left with our drink orders. "We usually come here when we're too exhausted to cook. It's just 10 minutes from the university." Sara explained, "And it's not that busy this early. After midnight, they party all the way to water's edge." She sighed, "We ate our first meal... and spent our first night... here." "Wow, really?" "Yeah, we'd spent the whole morning shopping the Ikea in Orlando, then drove two hours here." "It was a chilly day, and so I needed food." I supplied. "Naturally." "The car was full to bursting but he just parked on the street and made a bee-line here." "They were having a outdoor roast and man, did it smell good!" "And we still needed a futon for the apartment, which we haven't even BEEN to - but he wouldn't budge." Sara shook her head. "Where the fuck are we gonna sleep? And WHAT will we sleep on? I kept asking him. And he just kept on stuffing his face." Frannie came back and I ordered my usual T&T steak - 'Tuna and T-bone' and the girls got crab legs, popcorn shrimps and salads. "Make sure you get greens for him, otherwise, he'll eat just meat!" Sara warned them, "So anyway, there I was, worrying and yelling myself blue," Sara continued, "And then the band started playing." "No way we could leave then, right? Plus they put a new batch of kabobs out too." "And we started dancing, right on the beach, and it was sweet." Sara smiled and took my hand. "And, well, kinda romantic, and he started getting frisky..." "It was a whole lot romantic! And suddenly we realized how DARK it was too!" "He grabbed the down duvet from the car," Sara blushed and fidgeted, "and we went over there..." She pointed, "And he said we had to do it for every song that had the word 'love' in it..." She stared down and sighed, "There wasn't a song that night that did not contain the word 'love'." "We all have to sacrifice for our art, honey." I patted her hand. "It... it was simply the absolutely wildest fucking night of my life!" She whispered with a smile, "And we timed it just perfectly with 'I Will Always Love You'." She sighed and leaned against me. After a bit she shook her head and continued, "But then it was the next morning; the tide was lapping at our feet and the dawn patrol was sweeping the beach." "Believe me, we got out in a hurry!" "And he left the brand new duvet there! Forty bucks, just for a roll in the... um, sand!" "I think it very worthwhile! Remember, it was soaked, PLUS we got it on sale for $24.95." "Still, it was a $40 value!" Sara said, "And then we got a ticket on the car. Imagine what would have happened if they'd towed it! We had to register at 9 in the morning, and we STILL had no bed, and now no blankets, not to mention no fucking idea where the apartment was!" "Damn, I'd just get another duvet and gone back to the beach!" Sherri said. "I'm with you, sister!" Amanda high-fived her. "Exactly how many songs did they play that night?" Sherri wanted to know. "Probably hundreds," Amanda said, "You know these all nighters..." "Hmmm, and a fuck for each 'love' word, is that how it worked? Did they do the Beatles' song?" Sherri asked. "You know..." She pulled Amanda up and started, "All you need is love, All you need is love, All you need is love, love, Love is all you need." By then most of the restaurant was singing along, and Sara was hiding her face in her hands. "Love, love, love, love, love, Love, love, love, love. All you need is love, All you need is love, All you need is love, love, Love is all you need!" We got an extended round of applause after they finished doing the song two or three times. Sherri raised her glass and turned to face them, saying, "Folks, please help us celebrate with our good friend Sara the three months' anniversary of the occasion she calls, 'simply the absolutely wildest fucking night' in her life!" The place exploded in cheering and clapping. Sherri toasted everyone and beamed, "Man, you have some really cool friends here, Sare!" Sara looked daggers at her and said, "You are the evil spawn of satan, Sherri! I..." The rest of her words were drowned out when the marimba downstairs launched into the Beatles song and everyone burst out singing again. = = = = = (C) Copyright 2001-2008. MikeC. All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. 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