"Better keep old Sludge-Pump Yates away from her. You know what a bastard he is with kids. Likes to try and split them apart with his colossal tool," Tiger observed, referring to Jim Yates, another of the team. "Of course, we could always open her up for him."
"Yeah," replied Hugh, "and don't forget I get the openers. Don't start getting ideas yet, friend. We haven't got it on a plate."
"What's the plan, Hugh? Can we use Jenny's apartment?"
Jenny was Hugh's cousin who shared an apartment with another girl in a building at the north end of the beach. She was a leading fashion model who traveled a great deal to other cities and had invited Hugh to stay at the apartment while he was down for the carnivals at Bondi and Coogee. Hugh often wondered why Jenny never seemed to have a regular boyfriend, let alone prospective husband. At twenty-seven, she was a stunningly beautiful girl. Hugh supposed she was too busy with her career, never staying anywhere long enough to establish a lasting association with a man. Tiger Kelly had taken her out in Brisbane and had gotten nowhere with her. A bit of a dyke, he thought then, keeping his ideas to himself so as not to offend Hugh who could be quick-tempered and a little too ready with his fists.
"Jenny won't be back from Melbourne until late tonight and her roommate's away in the country," said Hugh. "I think the little Yankee doll and I might have a twosome after the carnival. You guys can come along later for a gang-bang," he added, relapsing into his normal coarse speech.
Having caught two long rides right up to the beach Linda decided to leave the water to dry off in the sun. As she dragged the board onto the sand, she saw Hugh detach himself from the group of men in green and red swimsuits and run towards her. She couldn't help but notice his powerful build, the lithe and easy stride of his long legs – nor could she help looking down the red zigzag to the bulge between his legs. She felt a strange excitement slowly building up inside her, putting it down to the fact that she liked the look of this fresh-faced Australian with his nice smile and twinkling blue eyes. Surely she couldn't be falling in love with a complete stranger, especially one dressed as though he were prepared for some outlandish beach side-show or circus. The idea somehow thrilled her. Tom was thousands of miles away. Why shouldn't she like someone she met in the sea, someone who was built like a Greek God?
"You ride a board like an expert. Almost as good as a man," Hugh said, laughing as he ran up to greet her. "What did you think of it?"
"I loved the ride," Linda replied. "But I'm afraid the board is out of my league. I'd be happier with a shorter one."
"I can arrange that, if you're staying around for awhile," said Hugh, remembering that Jenny had a shorter board in her apartment.
"Oh, I'll be around for two weeks. Daddy is here on business. In fact, we are staying in an apartment over there," Linda said, pointing to the large apartment building. "Look, on the third floor, I think that's Mom on the balcony watching us." Linda waved and the figure on the balcony waved back then lifted her right arm, signaling to Linda that it was time she returned for lunch. "I'm afraid I'll have to go. Thank you very much Hugh for the board."
"Before you go I'd like you to meet my friends, some of the boys from the Brisbane team." They walked over to the group sitting on the sand. "This is Tiger, that's Billy and that one laying down is Sludge… I mean Jim."
They smilingly called their hellos, letting her know with their eyes their approval of her face and figure. The one called Jim was a little too appraising, his eyes lasciviously glued on the four inches of bikini that covered the space between her legs. She nodded coldly in their direction. They didn't appeal to her at all.
"I suppose you have to be friendly with members of your team," she remarked, her nose tilting in the air. "It's too bad they're such a dull group." Hugh could hardly believe his ears and a red flush of temper colored his cheeks. She did not notice the anger showing on his face as she walked away. He decided to say nothing for the time being.
He dropped the board to walk with her to the steps. "Are you coming to watch the carnival this afternoon?" he asked.
"I can't wait," she replied. "I'm dying to see the surf-boat race."
"I'll look out for you Linda. Afterwards you might like to meet my cousin Jenny. She'll lend you her board for as long as you like."
"Yes, I'd love to meet her. Thank you very much. You must come to our apartment sometime to meet Dad and Mom. See you later at the carnival. Bye for now, Hugh."
"Cheerio, Linda."
As he watched her crossing the street his eyes were drawn to the magnetic sight of her light brown, silken back with its little cleft showing above her buttocks, the slim legs and thin ankles, the long blonde hair bouncing back into its natural waves as the sun dried it out. He watched until she disappeared into the entrance of the apartment building. Looking up at the balcony he saw her mother still watching; he waved to her but she made no response; perhaps she was looking at the scene on the beach where thousands of people in a variety of beach gear were lounging around on the hot sand… or perhaps she was a snob, too.
As Linda entered the apartment she was unable to prevent her mind again filling with resentment against her parents, remembering that debauched scene of her mother sucking away at her father's penis… and swallowing. She wished she hadn't returned from the beach where she felt free and happy riding rollers in on Hugh's board. Why did that scene of debauchery keep returning to haunt her mind? She was unreasonably annoyed when her mother asked, "Who was that person I saw you talking to on the beach?"
"Oh, just a boy who loaned me a surf hoard. He's one of the life savers or whatever they call themselves; he's in the carnival this afternoon," she replied, somewhat petulantly. Linda had enjoyed so much freedom and trust back home she now resented this tone of her mother, suggesting that her independence could be restricted. "Is lunch ready?" she asked. "I'm starved."
"Yes, it's all ready," her mother replied. She had long accepted the fact that Linda was a headstrong girl. "You'd better leave your shower until later."
After lunch Linda washed off the salt water and lay on her bed with the sunlight playing on her naked body, her eyes closed as she felt the heat relaxing her. Half-asleep in the sun-induced doze, she dreamily caressed her small, rounded breasts, bringing the little pink nipples up as she did so, then letting one hand almost aimlessly wander down along her flat stomach, her palm pressing firmly down until she felt the soft mound of her pubic triangle. As she sank towards sleep she felt with her middle finger the lips of her vagina, unconsciously probing further until her finger slid unexpectedly into the moist groove. She rolled gently from side to side with her hand still there, her finger moving slowly back and forth over the firmly erect clitoris. She was barely conscious of what she was doing or the fact that she was getting half-formed visions of Hugh's face… her mother guiding her father's cock inside her… Hugh running towards her… the swollen red patch of his carnival swimming costume. The sensuousness of the touch of her finger lingered with her as she fell into a deep, contented sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was around three o'clock in the afternoon when a loud knocking on Linda's bedroom door awakened her, causing her to sit up with a start. She thought she was in her own room at home until she saw the strange walls and furniture.
"Princess, wake up," called the reassuring voice of her father. "We're leaving now." He opened the door an inch or two, seeing her naked on the bed. For the first time that she could remember she felt embarrassed with him looking at her. "I looked in earlier," he added, "but you were sleeping so soundly I didn't have the heart to wake you."