In The Garden Of Snakes (An Erotic Summer Tryst) Read Free

suddenly sweaty. “I’m hoping you’ll help me corrupt her.”
    “She looks petrified, Carmen,” he
laughed.
    “I know.”
    I was at a loss. These two obviously had a
rapport. What was I supposed to say?
    “She’s got a body,” he murmured. “It’s there
under all those…clothes.” His look was considering and slightly
lascivious.
    “That she does. I saw it five minutes ago.
I’m still jealous.”
    A little shiver went down my spine, sinuous
and pleasurable. I’d never been examined like this before, as
openly or as ardently. My nipples became firm little nubs pressing
against the Lycra of my suit. “Are we going to the pool?”
    “Yes we are,” Carmen said loudly. “Let’s hit
the road. Good bye, Stuart.” She linked her arm through mine,
whispering, “Sorry about that. He was my first.”
    “What?”
    “He popped my cherry a couple of years
ago.”
    My mouth fell open. “You’re eighteen. When
did that happen?”
    “Fifteen.”
    “Oh, wow.”
    “I fuck him whenever I’m here. He’s not bad,
if you like it rough.”
    “W-what?”
    “Never mind, my sheltered one. I gotta have a
cigarette.” She popped it in her mouth and lit the end, blowing
noxious smoke into the air. “We really need to have a talk,
Jess.”
    “We do?”
    She nodded. “You’re gonna get eaten alive
here, trust me. It won’t be pretty either. I don’t think I can save
you.” Humor flashed in her eyes.
    “You’ve changed a lot since I knew you.”
    “Christ, I hope so.” The pool was an enormous
rectangle with inlaid stone all around and seating areas. A woman
lay on a lounge chair, her tanned breasts completely exposed. “Hey,
Roberta!”
    “Hi, Carmen. I have a fucking hangover. Could
you make any more noise?”
    “Sorry. This is Jessica. She’s here for the
summer.”
    “Hello, Jessica.” Her voice sounded monotone.
“Welcome to the party.” She wore an enormous straw hat and huge
black sunglasses.
    I didn’t want to stare at her breasts, but I
found myself doing that. They were large and firm, the masses
jiggling slightly, taking over her entire ribcage. She wore several
gold bracelets, which caught the light. We sat on cushioned lounge
chairs near the water’s edge.
    “I’m getting in real quick.” Carmen stubbed
out her cigarette and jumped into the water.
    I began to apply sunscreen, feeling woefully
overdressed. I glanced at Roberta, and little tingles registered in
my tummy, pinging one by one. I’d never seen a woman topless
before, not even my mother. The sun gleamed off her bronzed skin,
the surface shimmering with suntan oil. The curve of her breasts
were obscene, they were so full and lush looking. Mine were just as
large, and, if I were to drop my top, the effect would be
similar.
    “Fucking freezing,” muttered Carmen. She
grabbed her towel. “They say they’re gonna heat it, and they never
do. Liars.” She sat cross-legged on the chair. “So, we gotta
talk.”
    Oh, boy. Here it comes. “I’m sorry I’m a
disappointment.”
    “That’s not it at all.”
    “Seems like it.” I applied sunscreen to my
arms.
    “Mom was the religious one. Dad wasn’t into
all that crap. Ya know? So, after he met Constance, um…things
changed. They started to have parties. Wild parties. I’d sit on the
landing and watch. The guests were naked, and everybody was fucking
everybody.”
    The images her words created sent little
tingles through me. The idea that Mr. Hollander would have sex with
someone other than his wife was unthinkable. “You’re joking,
right?”
    “Nope. I shit you not. I couldn’t make this
up if I wanted to. Constance comes from a really liberal family,
Jess. They’re weird and flaky, but totally fun. My mom was the
opposite. I guess dad was looking for something different. I don’t
know. I hated her at first cause she was taking mom’s place and
everything, but she grew on me.”
    “If my mom knew about this, she’d never let
me come.”
    Carmen grinned wickedly.