"David!"
"Oh, for God's sake, Tish! Lay off! Nude, naked, bare-assed! The girl's got a beautiful body. She should be proud of it. Ifs healthy to be proud of it!" He spun angrily toward the door. "Come on, Suzy," he said, yanking it open.
Suzy hurried from the cottage, squinting against the bright sun and glaring sand. She had to run to keep up with his long strides until he slowed down and waited for her.
"Daddy, I don't understand it," Suzy said quietly, looking at him, feeling as if she should throw her arms around him and hug him comfortingly.
"I don't either, honey," he said, shaking his head. He looked at her a long moment. He held open the car door, then slammed it shut. "Let's walk. Hell, it's only down at the marina."
They started off, trudging through the sand. He took her hand and squeezed it and swung it between them, gazing thoughtfully at the pound.
"Honey, I've got to ask this!"
"What, Daddy?"
He stopped and looked at her. "Did – was there something else that happened that night? Something I don't know about? Something that would have upset your mother so much more than it apparently has you?"
Suzy looked away. She licked her lips. She didn't know what her father knew. It came to her mind to tell him that her mother had come hard with the man's cock up her ass, but she couldn't tell him that.
"He – he just did it to her, Daddy," she said haltingly. "Up her – you know, in her rear." She couldn't keep from clenching her buttocks tightly when she said it and thought it. She shivered slightly and stood closer to her father.
"I don't get it," he said after a moment, shaking his head again. "I just don't get it."
Suzy looked at him. Poor Daddy! she thought.
He can't take much more of what she's giving him!
They went on to the marina. Most of the boats were out for the day, including Captain Elsworth's Missy. There was a girl behind the counter at the tackle shop.
She looked up when they walked in. She was sitting on a stool reading a magazine to while away the time. The store was empty of people but full of every conceivable trapping of the fishing trade. It was the kind of place a die-hard angler believes his heaven will look like.
The ceiling was draped with fishing nets and cork floats. The supporting pillars were studded with shells and starfish. Mounted giants leaped and churned along the walls, some a little faded by time, all dusty.
The shelves filling the middle of the building and all available comets displayed every possible lure and hook and rod and tackle box, hardware item, reel and piece of gear. Above it all, two big-bladed fans turned slowly and kept the air moving.
"Can I help you?" the girl asked.
She was in her late twenties, Suzy guessed. She was quite pretty, in a rustic sort of way. Her hair was sun-bleached auburn, having goldish highlights. It was pulled back smoothly and held at the back of her head with a piece of red yarn.
Her eyes were greenish – open and warm. They flicked over David and then seemed to linger on him. She smiled, her lips soft and narrow, her mouth wide.
She slid from the stool and stood behind the counter, and her tits thrust against the clinging fabric of a green pullover. She wore no bra. Her nipples showed clearly at the ends of the pointed cones.
"I wanted to charter the Missy for my wife and two kids for tomorrow and the next day," David said, "but I see Captain Elsworth's gone."
The girl's gaze still lingered on him. Reluctantly, it seemed, she turned her head and looked at a blackboard on the wall behind her. There was a chart painted on it, a record of the boats and the charters.
"He's out for the day," she said. "But he's free for the time you want him. I can put you down for the two days if you want."
"That's fine," David said, looking into her eyes when she turned back and leaned part way over the counter. Suzy noted that his eyes dropped to the points of the firm tits nestled atop her folded arms, and a funny feeling passed through her.
"We usually have to take a deposit," the girl said. "You'd be surprised how many people come in and want to charter a boat and then don't show up. By the time it's clear they aren't going to, ifs too late to go out. The guys have missed too many trips that way, so they want me to take a deposit."
"Yeah, I believe it," David smiled. "The world's getting full of bastards."
"Daddy!" Suzy blurted.
The girl laughed. "Don't worry about it, honey, I hear all kinds of language in here. And I see most of the bastards, too, but I can tell your dad isn't one of them."
"Wouldn't you know," David said, patting his back pocket. "I didn't bring my wallet." He thought a moment. "It's on the dresser back at the cottage. I hope your mother didn't go out and leave it there unguarded."
"Not a chance," Suzy said darkly. "You saw what mood she was in."
The girl's eyes shifted quickly from one to the other of them. She leaned a little farther over the counter, all but laying her firm tits on it in open display.
"That's all right," she said. "Ill trust you. Aren't you going with your family?"
"Got to go to Miami on business," he said. "Look, ah…"
"Carol," sue said.
"Look, Carol, I'll bring the deposit later today, all right?"
She hesitated, then smiled. "That would be fine," she said softly. "We get busy over the lunch hour. It's quiet again about three."
David looked straight at her again and swallowed. "Three's just perfect," he said.
The girl laughed gently, but Suzy didn't understand why. "Not always," she said, looking up at him, sort of batting her pretty eyes.
David flushed. He gave his name. Suzy's forehead wrinkled with puzzlement, and then she felt that funny feeling again. She chanced to glance at an item behind the display case that was near her father's waist, and she saw the unmistakable bulge of his cock inside his pants.
The funny feeling turned to shivery tingles, and everything fell into place. She sucked in her breath quietly and looked at the girl again and then at her father, and the glances they were giving each other had unmistakable meaning now.
They were going to fuck!
Suzy was hardly aware of the next five minutes or what the two of them talked about. She felt stunned. She walked woodenly out of the marina store with her father.
The girl's enticing smile and pretty face floated across her mind. She glanced at her father furtively and tried to picture the two of them in bed somewhere, naked and fucking. She thought of her mother next, and all she could see was the agony and the rejection in her face that had made her so drawn-looking lately.
They were nearly back to the cottage before Suzy was able to take a deep breath and accept what was going to happen. Her father needed a good fuck. She'd seen that for herself yesterday. Carol was pretty and clean and nice, not a trampy whore. It would be good for her father to fuck her.
Suzy felt tingly all afternoon. She watched the way her father tried to make everything pleasant and right for her mother and the way he was rejected at every turn, and she began to feel that her mother deserved whatever he did with Carol.
He finally looked at his watch. "I've got to go back to the marina, Tish," he said. "Captain Elsworth is due back about now. If he isn't, I'm going to wait for him, so I don't know how long I'll be."
Tish said nothing for a long moment. "Matt's out there," she said finally. "I'll go lie on the beach with him."
"Fine," David said.
"I think I'll take a nap again, Daddy," Suzy said, stretching. "You don't need me to go with you again, do you?"
He looked relieved. "No, that's fine," he said.
Suzy waited until her mother walked solemnly. He turned and left, toward the beach, and then she slipped around the side of the cottage and ran under the cover of the buildings after her father, her heart pounding, her cunt tingling madly.