Thanks to my great skill and persuasion, we had aunt Louisa's summer residence for our two weeks vacation in July. My cousin Lee-Anne, a 20 year old red-headed version of Louisa, had managed to tag along by asking if she could accompany us to Old Orchard, in front of my parents. Had I said no, my parents would have gotten suspicious, especially since Lee-Anne and I spent a lot of time together. Besides, Lee-Anne wasn't exactly a bore, nor a party-pooper. Her numerous connections made her the official drug supplier of our escapade.

The real bummer was the unexpected visit of Mike's Australian relatives. They had an 18 year old son named Bernard, who's idea of sexy was Olivia Newton- John. Bernard looked like a character taken out of Walt Disney, 10 years ago: shy, the brainy type with glasses. He even dressed like a Disney character. What still amazes me is that he didn't wear a calculator on his belt, nor did he have a digital calculator-watch. Mike's parents and relatives dumped him on us figuring Bernard would be lonely with only adults. He sure wouldn't have time to get lonely with us.

Late Friday afternoon, my car loaded with several cases of 24, Pete's stereo, and other assorted necessary party equipment, we headed towards the American border. We had dressed real straight and clean cut, and stayed sober not to be harassed by the custom's officers. Once we hit Vermont, out came the booze. We even got a couple into Bernard, who kept staring into Lee's low cut breast hugging dress, and giggling.

We found the cottage after dark. We were out in the middle of nowhere, off a little country road. The place was perfect. It looked like one of those abandoned houses found in an Alfred Hitchcock's story. There were no houses or lights for miles. The place was damp and dusty, filled with cobwebs, but technology was there as well, with running water and electricity. Out in the distance we could hear the roar of the ocean. Bernard was scared shitless when we first walked into the dark deserted house, and stuck to Lee for reassurance. The ground floor had kitchen, dining room, living room, and a large covered veranda porch. What could have been the attic were two bedrooms. Lee and I took to one and left the other to the rest of the boys.

Lee decided it was time to take out the dope. We all freaked out when we saw the quantities she had. Thank God we'd gotten through customs. She took out several ounces of homegrown and mushrooms rolled inside her sleeping bag. From her purse, twenty hits of acid and a couple grams of hash. Bernard looked horrified when he understood what it was. After a couple of tokes we decided to go find the ocean. Bernard followed us simply not to be left alone. It was a fifteen minutes walk through the fields to get to the beach. Since it was a warm July night, we decided to go skinny dipping. We teased Bernard, who would not remove his outdated oversized underwear by forcefully removing them from his body while he was immersed in the water. Mike hid all of his clothes behind a sand dune. The water was delicious, but not quite as much as Lee's wet body glistening in the moonlight, as her hair flew in the wind. The boys and I quietly watched her perfect profile moving in the moonlight. She did not appear to notice the attention she was getting, for she shook her hair to dry it, our eyes following every movement of her voluptuous breasts. Slowly, as if done intentionally to torture us, she started to get dressed. It was almost as if she wanted to do a show especially just for us. Then she asked us if we were going back. We all flew out of the water, except for Bernard, who looked as if he didn't know what was going on. I had the feeling that he had the most incredible hard-on he'd ever had, and was afraid we'd notice it. We didn't even bother to notice ours!

We spent the first week-end quite mellow, drinking, smoking and initiating Bernard to partying. We fixed up the cottage to make it more livable, after which we decided to hit the beach. We spotted girls, lots of sexy ones. Lee went all out, made friends with four local girls and quite rapidly introduced us. Pretty soon, we were a whole big bunch. These kids were all for partying, so we began to slowly take them home with us to continue the partying further into the evening. Before we knew it, the house became the biggest live in party we'd ever been at.

The four chicks that kept hanging around were Bonnie, Andrea, Kim and Natasha. Bonnie was my girl, or at least that's the way she saw things and it was alright with me. She was a fun girl and kind cute with her brown locks in a Farrah Fawcett hairdo reaching her big breasts with large pink nipples. What got me most was her small roundish shapely buttocks, and her muscular thighs. I ended spending most of my time with her, especially since she was pretty much a nymphomaniac. I'd never met a girl in my entire life who was always ready to do it. Not only that but if she wanted to make out and I didn't, she'd cry until we did it, and that could be several times in one day. I mostly didn't mind, although I missed out on a couple of exiting afternoons at the beach, and on lots of dope.

Mike on the other hand, would have probably preferred to be in my shoes. He spent most of his time stuck between the luscious desirable Andrea, and Kim, Bonnie's overweight sister. Andrea was a pretty brunette with a fair complexion. She had a tall, thin attractive body. She loved looking really sexy and her kick was going around to seduce any and every male in sight. However, she just was one hell of a cock-teaser, who demanded to go home once she'd successfully managed to arouse her prey. Once she left, Kim would be found with Mike. He never so much as admitted that he screwed her, but it was quite obvious to the rest of us, especially since, Kim was a nympho just like her sister.

Pete was the Casanova of the gang. He seemed to have laid pretty much any girl he wanted to including Lee-Anne which is not too surprising since not only was he the playboy of the group, but he was the better looking one in the four of us. He had the built of a football player, with the all American boy look. He could get any girl he wanted to do anything he wanted. Some would call it charm, but I called it luck. He didn't spend one night alone the whole time that we were there. I'm quite sure he even managed to get Lee into bed, although I couldn't say for sure since I wasn't really much aware of what went on with the others being too much into Bonnie. Mike was tall and somewhat chubby and although he always picked up a girl no matter where he went, he wasn't as catchy as Pete. I was shorter, stocky and had the occasional facial problem, and certainly wasn't as attractive as Pete, nor did I have his suave approach.

Bernard was tall, too thin, all legs and wore thick eyeglasses. For some reason, that didn't seem to bother Natasha, who preferred his company to ours. I guess that it was because he was Australian. Some women really get into foreigners, and did he ever get into her. According to Lee, this shy, quiet soft-spoken and reserved girl was quite something else when she was alone in Bernard's company. She and Bernie, as she affectionately called him, were quite something. It was really bizarre though because she was such a sweet girl and he was such a goof and klutz.

The second week-end we were there, we decided to give an all week-end party. That meant the crowd that was living in plus a couple of car loads of people coming from Montreal. We knew that we'd get pretty much everybody who was anybody in the neighborhood to show up. What else do these people do on week-ends but party, especially those who are below legal drinking age, since the clubs are pretty strict out there. It was something else. There were people everywhere, including all the closets. At first the place was pretty mellow, people were chatting and progressively getting zonked. As the evening progressed the cottage got more exiting. People were starting to screw all over the house. I recollect finding Pete necking with at least a dozen different girls, and I'm quite convinced that's not all he did with them either. Bernie started to trip out pretty intensely on shrooms. For a while he kept trying to warn everybody about a Martian invasion, while Natasha tried to get him to make out. Mike spent most of the time trying to get into Andrea's pants, while Kim tried to get into his. I remember that the shrooms were excellent, that Bonnie was in the mood most of the night, and the rest of the time I wandered around to see what the others were up to.

I vaguely remember opening the door of our room to find a gal and three guys all interlaced, and making out on my bed. One chick walked about naked most of the night, dancing. No one had ever seen her before. Another bunch of girls decided to convert the local gay into a heterosexual male by forcing him to have sex with them. For a long time we could hear the poor dude's screams throughout the house, it was just hilarious. I heard that there was a chain taking place out in what could have been the back yard. She was a local girl called Helen who was not too bright. It was a well-know fact that if she had more than two drinks she would get up on a table to strip completely naked. She always wore really sexy G-strings and once her strip was over she'd ask the guys who was going to entertain her for the evening as she stroked her wet pussy. Understandably, the guys followed her like flies to honey. There was always a line up of at least 10 guys waiting to fuck the living day lights out of her, and she genuinely seemed to enjoy it. Pete said she gave him the best blow job he'd ever had.

The best part though was Lee finding three terrified naked 14 year old boys in the cellar on Sunday morning. They managed to tell her that they had been left there by one of their older cousins, who thought that they were too young to attend a party of the sort. What still baffles me was how come the party didn't turn into a huge orgy.

The last couple of days that we were in Old Orchard, we decided to kick out most of the live-ins so that we could tidy up the place a little, and more important, so that we could recuperate a little. Bonnie, Kim, Natasha, sometimes Andrea, and a couple of guys stuck around till the end. It made for exiting evenings for most of us. Lee had managed to pick up the richest dude in the county, so we all did some coke the last couple of nights. That cousin of mine certainly knew how to get some good times out of her looks. It always made me wonder if she was as good as she looked. Maybe she was like our aunt. It was an aspect of Lee I had always overlooked since I treated her as if she was my sister. I had never realized how stunning and sexy she had become until these two weeks. Maybe it was because I'd seen her nearly perfect body wet and naked thousand of times before when she showered with me. She had medium, round, firm breasts giving way to a remarkably small waist. Her roundish hips made way for a cute heart shaped fanny. Besides, she also had a gorgeous face garnished with shoulder length wavy red locks.

While I drove back towards Montreal, I noticed Lee curling up close to me in the car. I had a hard time keeping my mind on the road. I kept on thinking about that red low-cut dress she was wearing and how I'd love to get my hands on her delicious body.

Jessica Lovecraft

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