Chapter One

If you asked any other guys, they’d tell you she was cute, but nothing special. They’d probably say she was too small, too skinny or too many freckles. Those other guys might point to the plethora of other women around the water park. The MILFs, the huge tits and the surrounding cleavage that was on display for the world to see. Those other guys wouldn’t give her a second glance. Those other guys would rather spend their time hooting and hollering at a bevy of other women.

Those other guys are idiots.

As I watched her climb the stairs in front of me I felt as if time had been put on hold just for me just to watch her tight behind sway just for that moment. Swish-swash. Swish-swash. I wonder if she knew that I was watching?

A kid bumped into me as he ran by, snapping me out of my reverie. He followed the object of my attention up the metal steps and was speaking to her. I picked up a double tube and began to follow the pair, getting in line for the next ride.

The hot Carolina sun was beating down on my shoulders, I could feel the heat on my head as I climbed each set of stairs to stand in line for the “epic” slide. I stood just a few feet from her and the kid that had bumped into me. I was grateful for the mirror aviator sunglasses I was wearing. My eyes took in her soft curves, her lightly freckled face and overly long, flawless legs. She was a vision. She had long brown hair and a cute mouth with large, full lips.

I suppose I had experienced lust-at-first-sight before. Maybe. Although I couldn’t recall anything quite so intense. Is that what this was? She was … stunning. Gorgeous. An angel. For a moment every sappy love song, every romantic poem made complete sense to me. I hoped I wasn’t staring or being creepy. I was trying to soak in every morsel of beauty out of the corner of my eyes.

“But I’m thirsty!” The boy next to her whined.

“Well I don’t know what to tell you. We spent the last of the money on that stupid Spongebob ride.” She turned away and was suddenly face to face with me. She was up two steps higher, which put her squarely at my height. Just as quickly she turned back around.

At that moment I became entirely too conscious of my hands and my posture. I leaned my 6”1 frame against the railing, hoping that I looked cool, but felt anything but. I ran my fingers through my wavy brown hair, hoping I didn’t look as dumb as I felt in that moment.

I wasn’t sure if they were brother or sister or if she was his aunt or some other connection. This lovely vision was wearing overly large sunglasses that hid her eyes and about half her face, which made it hard for me to determine just how old she was. Her skin was very white and was almost glowing in the bright sun. Her two piece bikini was navy blue with white polka dots and was about a size too small for her (b cup?) breasts. They looked bigger on her petite frame. The boy next to her looked to be about 9 or 10.

“There’s a water fountain over there by the restrooms.” I wondered who said that before I realized it was me, and I was pointing in the general direction of what I was talking about. My voice had only cracked a little. Why was I nervous? She’s just a girl like any other, right?

The kid just rolled his eyes a bit and said something about it being warm water. The girl looked at me and I could have sworn I saw her head move as if she were looking me up and down. She gave a soft smile and a thank you. I smiled in return, grateful for near daily workouts and healthy eating that gave me a solid stomach.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but she seemed demure, elegant and maybe even shy. She continued to stare at me with a bemused smile. I made a stupid remark about the long line.

She lifted her head a bit as if she was about to say something and changed her mind. I was fixated on her full lips. They were slightly open and glistening. She looked like one of the movies stars that I could never remember her name. I was smitten.

She turned away again and before the moment was lost I finally found my voice again. “I’m Jim.” My name isn’t Jim. No one calls me Jim. I don’t know why I said that. My middle name is James, so I figured that was close enough? What was wrong with me? Why was I acting like this?

“Ronnie. This is my brother Alex.” She gestured to the boy, who was now sitting on the steps, waiting for the line to move, his double tube propped against the railing.

We made some small talk for a few minutes. I finally eased up around her and made her laugh a few times. Every time she did I grinned like an idiot. I stared at her lips again. When she smiled, she grinned broadly, baring all of her teeth. Is it possible she had too many teeth?

We talked about the long line, the heat, the other rides in the water park and she lived about 20 minutes away in the same city as me. Alex was lightening up as well. He stopped whining about having something to drink and seemed eager to talk about all the rides they had been on today.

Ronnie obviously took some pride in her younger brother and spoke highly of his academic achievements and their close relationship. I thought that was nice and indicative of a healthy sibling relationship … very unlike my own tumultuous relationship with my sister.

We finally got to the top and I found myself liking Ronnie even more than before when I was simply lusting for her. She was sweet, funny, mature. She seemed to like talking to me too, but still hadn’t taken off her sunglasses. Very Jackie O.

“Oops. Sorry. Must be this tall to ride.” The attendant at the top stopped Alex.

Ronnie spoke up. “No, He’s riding with me.”

“No, he’s got to ride with with someone over this height.” He waved his measuring stick, Ronnie was a bit short for that. Her legs seemed long and out of proportion with her torso, but she wasn’t quite five feet.

“I’ll ride with him.” I spoke.

The attendant shook his head. “But she’s not tall enough to ride alone.”

It went back and forth like that for a few moments as Ronnie and I took turns trying to convince him to just let us go. Maybe we should have let the people behind us go ahead, but I was trying to pressure him to just let us go.

I asked if all three of us could go in one double tube and he finally caved in. Alex squealed and quickly jumped in the front of the tube and I sat in the back. Ronnie stood over me and grinned. I melted at her smile and then my heart stopped for a moment as I realized what she was about to do. I had incorrectly assumed she and Alex would sit on the front.

Facing the entrance to the slide she put a foot on each side of the tube and then slowly lowered herself onto my lap. Maybe she even did it seductively? I wasn’t sure, but my fantasies about this girl were getting out of control. She sat right on my crotch and I had nowhere to go. It was at once extremely hot and extremely awkward. A virtual stranger on my lap? I loved this.

Ronnie leaned back, and softly whispered a thank you in my ear as we began to shove off. Her breath was light and gave me goosebumps all along my arm. I immediately felt myself begin to get hard and I knew the cool water wasn’t going to keep it down. Ronnie pushed her cute little behind into my groin again as she tried to help shove us off. I bit my lip to keep from groaning. Alex was already squealing as we finally entered into the darkened tunnel.

We started zooming down, banking the curves and all three of us were screaming. This epic slide was faster than you would think was safe. We must have been going 50 miles an hour and it felt like a hundred. I released my grip on the handles and moved my hands to Ronnie’s waist, slightly pushing her buttocks into me and onto my now fully hard dick. She let out a long “ahhh” that could have been sexual, or was my imagination running completely wild?

Just before the light at the end of the tunnel, we took a hard bank and all three of us spilled out of the tube and then out of the slide. We were in the pool at the end before we even knew what happened.

I came up for air with the two of them and saw them beaming. Alex was going on about how “freaking awesome” it was and Ronnie was now dripping wet with a big smile plastered on her face. She was so unbelievably sexy, standing there in the water with her wet hair dripping down. Her glasses had fallen off and I spotted them in the bottom of the pool. I picked them up and handed them to her, but not before getting a good look at her.

She may have been a bit younger than I thought. If I had to guess, with the sunglasses on I had her pegged at maybe 22. Now that I could see her eyes, I was thinking quite a bit younger. 18? Maybe? But what gorgeous eyes. They almost seemed too big, as if she was a Japanese hentai character.

We got out of the pool together and the two of them seemed to be waiting on me to put the tubes away. When I got back they were still amped up.

“Come on, let’s go find a water fountain.” Ronnie said, but made no move to leave.

Against every better judgement I had in my brain, I said “You know what? I’ll buy us some frozen lemonades.” I started to walk away and kind of noticed out the corner of my eye that the kids were having some kind of whispered argument. “Is that alright?” I asked.

“Um … yeah.” Ronnie grabbed Alex’s hand and skipped over to me. She stood in front of me, stopping me from continuing to the drinks vendor. Her sunglasses were up on her head now and she was staring me in the eye. I was a bit unnerved and then I realized I was still wearing my sunglasses. What was she doing? Was she was looking into my soul?

She seemed satisfied and then with her free hand, grabbed mine and dragged Alex and I to the ICEE stand. I ordered our drinks and paid with the wad of cash I had in my zippered bathing suit. I was grateful I remembered to pick up some extra before coming here because I had nearly forgotten how expensive the amusement park could be.

We sat on a bench in the shade and as we finished up our drinks, they were still kind of milling about. They were having some kind of whispered argument and the Ronnie came closer.

“Alex is going to go do his thing and I thought we could go to the wave pool? He’ll meet us there in a while when he’s done.” I thought Alex might be too young to be by himself, but really, what could possibly happen to him here? What with security everywhere. And Ronnie … Ronnie had one hundred percent of my attention. She was … perfect. Trouble, yes. But perfect.

“Yeah … yeah, that sounds good.” I replied and Alex took off while Ronnie and I started the walk to the pool. I was getting butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t possibly be misreading this situation, but I wonder what she was thinking? Did she like older guys?

Not that I knew how old she was. But at 28, I was a good 85% sure I was out of her immediate age group.

When we got close to the wave pool, Ronnie grabbed my hand and started pulling me with her. People glanced up as we cut our way through the crowd. My eyes were straight on her cute little bubble butt and I wanted to reach out and grab it. When we were about halfway in the pool she had to start doggy paddling and I was still walking. She kept swimming deeper and deeper into the water.

A big part of me knew this was a huge mistake. I should leave before anything happened. But what would happen? I barely know this girl, and I’m sure things wouldn’t get out of hand as long as we stayed in public.

At about 5 feet, I was still standing and she turned around, smiled and wrapped her wiry legs around my waist so I could keep her afloat. They felt so smooth on my skin and I gripped her lower back before I started to paddle with Ronnie locked onto me. She started squealing as I struggled to get the rhythm of the waves that were crashing into us. After a few moments I had it timed so I was pushing off the bottom of the pool in time and keeping our heads above water.

Ronnie was loving this. She was laughing and smiling as her arms wrapped around my neck. She was lovely as she looked around waiting for the next wave to hit and then shrieking. The alarm sounded and the waves quickly started to subside. That’s when Ronnie looked at me and kissed me quickly on the lips.

It happened so fast I was stunned. This was my moment to walk away from this situation and this gorgeous girl. Everything in my head was screaming that this was a mistake I needed to fix immediately.

She looked at me and bit the corner of her full, luscious lips, but watching my reaction out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m sor–” She started to say before I pushed my lips against hers and felt her small mouth open up. Our tongues intertwined for a moment before I broke it off to look at the people around us. God only knows what they, or the lifeguards thought. But no one seemed to be noticing. A lot of them were flocking out of the pool now that the waves died.

She was looking at my lips. She wanted to kiss me again. She wanted more.

Oh my god there was no way this was going to end well. I’m not this type of person. I’m a better man than this, I told myself as I crushed my lips onto hers.

Now that the waves ended, she settled her hips to a more comfortable location — namely right on top of my raging hard on. I groaned a bit and gently tried to push her away.

“We can’t …” I said, breaking the kiss. “All these people.”

She didn’t say anything and moved in closer for another kiss. I obliged.

What would the lifeguards think, seeing a late-twenties guy with a young woman making out in public? Surely there were rules about PDA in a family park. Surely they’ll whistle at us and tell us to knock it off.

I moved us closer to the wall of the pool, trying to stay out of the line of sight of the lifeguards and keeping my lips locked on Ronnie’s. I gently nibbled on her lower lip and she gasped.

I couldn’t help myself. My hands were all over her body, feeling every muscle of her tight supple body. We didn’t break our kiss. Her hips were grinding on me, on my hard cock. With every motion, with every kiss it became harder to stop her until I just … couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. As much as I knew what a mistake this was, I also knew I had no control over myself. It wasn’t just lust or my out of control libido. It was her.

I didn’t care who saw or what they thought. There was just me and her in this ocean of water. This was … bliss.

Ronnie was an excellent kisser, but I could detect some inexperienced and some hesitation on her part. Like she didn’t know what she was supposed to do next. But her arms finally unwrapped themselves from my neck and she very slowly moved her hand along my chest and moving lower and lower.

This was going way too far in way too public a place.

But what could I do? At the same time I was thinking this was the hottest thing ever.

I felt her tug at the string around my shorts and she very quickly reached in and started grabbing my stiff prick. She somewhat violently tugged at it and I winced. I gripped her wrist and was about to correct her when the alarm sounded and scared the bejesus out of me. The waves were about to start again.

Ronnie gave me an awesome smile, her eyes were locked with mine in a gaze I never wanted to break. She turned around so her back was against my chest and I was holding her around the waist. I kept my knees bent a bit so she had a bit of a seat as the waves started up and I started pushing us off the floor of the pool again. Her hands reached behind her as she tried to keep herself stable by pressing my back to her.

Near the back of the pool there was one area that didn’t have the same sized waves as the rest of the pool. It was a bit more isolated, but there was still dozen of people around screaming and laughing.

“Do you want me to move us into the waves?” I whispered in her ear. She shook her head no, her wet hair splashing me and pushed her butt into my dick a bit more. I put my second hand around her waist and kissed her ear, as we fell into the rhythm of the waves again. Up and down, up and down. My hardon loved the gentle motions and Ronnie’s crotch pressing down on it every time I pushed from the bottom of the pool.

As we were underwater, I reached my hand up and grabbed a handful of her perfect breasts. Very firm, and I could feel her very hard nipples. She moaned and leaned her head back into my shoulder and I kissed her neck, letting my tongue press into her making her squirm.

I needed this girl. Nothing was going to stop me.

My right hand slipped lower across her belly and into her bikini bottoms. I stopped for a quick moment just to see if she would stop me but her eyes were closed like she was taking a nap as we bobbed along in the water.

Up and down, up and down.

I pressed my finger into her pussy lips. Brushing up against her clit as I felt the smallest, tightest pussy in my life. The heat and slickness of it wasn’t lost in the cool pool water. I moaned into her ear. This was too much. She was so wet and ready for this.

To the bystander, it might have looked like my kid sister or niece was simply enjoying the waves. But underneath the water my hands were feeling everything. I slipped my left hand under her bikini top and was playing with her long and hard nipple. With my right I was slowly fingering her and pushing my middle finger deeper into her. My dick was grinding into her covered butt.

The buzzer sounded again and the waves stopped. People streamed out of the deep end again and left us bobbing peacefully in the water.

“Are you okay?” I asked, with my finger going into her up to the second knuckle. She moaned blissfully.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the pool wall. I moved my hand out of her top, but kept gently fingering her.

The minutes passed and I opened my eyes every now and again and the lifeguards were paying us no mind. I would kiss her on the cheek, or the ear or the neck and kept pumping my finger into her.

My mind was racing all over the place. I needed to fuck this girl. I was about to explode as it is and I couldn’t think of anywhere in the park to go.

Without opening her eyes her right hand reached between us and she went back into my shorts. She was trying to pull them down. I stopped her and told her to wait until the waves started again.

So she very slowly stroked me, better this time, more gentle. She was rubbing her small hand around the tip, feeling me and grazing her fingertips on my shaft.

The buzzer sounded again and she wasted no time in getting my shorts down a bit. I could feel my cock spring free and kept my shorts around my thighs. I didn’t want to lose them in the pool or pull them down too far.

She seemed to have woken up from her reverie and turned around to face me again. My finger slipped out of her. We kissed. I pulled her closer to me I wanted her. I needed her. I’m not sure I ever felt so passionate ever before in my life.

My cock was pushing against her bikini bottoms, bumping up on her clit. We bobbed in the water, up and down, up and down. It was killing me not to be inside her.

I pulled her tighter and moved my hand underneath to move her bathing suit out of the way. I left her bottoms on her foot and wrapped it around her ankle a few times. When I was satisfied she wouldn’t lose them in the water, I turned my attention back to her. She was still straddling my waist and my cock instinctively pushed against her warm opening. She stopped kissing me and moving. She had a very serious look of concern on her face.

Did she want to stop? I almost couldn’t care less. This needed to happen.

“… Okay?” I asked, pleading with my eyes.

I started to push into her.

“Just … go slow.” She gently whimpered as I slowly pushed the head of my dick into her. I didn’t think my penis would even fit in such a tight pussy. She dug her nails into my back and I had her wrapped up and as close to me as she could be. The heat eminating from her was amazing.

I began pistoning into her. Just the head at first and as her warm juices began to flow even more. A few more strokes and I was all the way in her. I had never felt anything so tight and warm and beautiful on my cock before. I kissed her as we bobbed in the water up and down up and down.

She stopped her smiling ways and was looking at me with complete seriousness. Every time I pushed into her all the way she let out a grunt. Her eyes were piercing into me again, begging me to continue. I was in her. I was fucking her. I was going to cum inside her. She was so tight, so wet, so beautiful and perfect.

I almost didn’t have any control. My orgasm came up on me so quick. I just started spurting in her. I thrust as deep as I could as I flooded her with every ounce I had. Was she on birth control? I didn’t care. She didn’t even know my name.

As I started going limp inside her, I felt like a tool. Was that even enjoyable? I last a minute. Maybe two. In the post-orgasm clarity the reality of what just happened came flooding to me. I took my dick out of her and pulled my shorts up. I looked around at all the people around me. I thought I saw some old guy looking at me with a look of disgust. I looked away. What the fuck was I thinking?!

I had trouble meeting Ronnie’s gaze and when I did she looked at me with a blank stare. This was so awkward now.

“I’ve … I got to get going.” She was still so gorgeous and pure. I kissed her. She barely kissed back and didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I started swimming away between the groups of people. My mind reeling. She was 18 right? She had to be. But I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know, did I? What was this darkness that engulfed me so suddenly? I wondered if the police would be waiting for me as I left the pool. Did the lifeguards know? God what just happened was so hot, so surreal.

I pushed my way out of the pool, hightailing it around the corner so I could get my thoughts together. Was she following me? I didn’t think so. Plus it was so crowded I didn’t think she’d be able to find me effectively.

I stopped at the restroom, going inside to collect my thought. As I walked in, I noticed a red stain on my shorts.

Blood?

She was a virgin.

Oh my god. I felt like scum. I felt like complete scum. No one deserves to lose their virginity that way. With someone they didn’t even know. I pulled off some paper towels and began furiously rubbing the stain. Was it that noticeable? People were looking at me strangely as they filed in and out of the bathroom.

“ICEE.” I shrugged and grinned.

I needed new shorts. I wanted out of this reminder of what just happened. Of how animalistic I was towards a fucking virgin.

Luckily there was a surf shop that sold all your water park needs at the entrance of the water park. I made my way over as quickly as I could, looking over my shoulder every now and again for Ronnie, Alex or security.

I picked out the first shorts I saw and walked over to the register with them. I opened my zippered pocket on my bathing suit and reached in to feel … nothing.

No cash. No drivers licence. No cards.

Did Ronnie somehow …?

I threw the bathing suit down and ran out of the store. I was frantic. I was wild. My mind was moving a million miles a minute.

I stopped to calm myself. To get my breathing back under control. It’s okay. It wasn’t the money. A couple hundred dollar bills, a couple twenties. Maybe $500 in all. So what? It didn’t matter, I told myself.

But I had to get out of here.

I walked over to the rented cabanas, which sat next to a quiet pool for those who desired a more relaxing time in the sun. My gorgeous, wonderful fiancée Isabella was laying out, being entertained by half a dozen guys who were trying to impress her, no doubt. This was fairly typical scene for me any time I left her alone.

I came up and kissed her on the lips and she introduced me to her new guy friends. As usual they shook my hand, hung around for a minute and then walked away. We talked about the slide and I told her the lines were long and I had walked around for a bit.

“We should get going baby.” I told her. I was still scared of the police, security and possibly seeing Ronnie or Alex again. My heart was pounding.

We packed up and as we were walking in the parking lot my lovely bride-to-be pointed out the blood stain on my shorts.

“Oh … the guy who went before me on the slide cut himself on one of the rivets. That slide is really dangerous!” I said as we got into the car and cranked up the air conditioning.

“Oh, God I needed that.” Isabella remarked referring to our day together before resuming our work week. She was rubbing her shoulders and checking out her tan in the vanity mirror. “I’m so glad we decided to do this, Honey Dick.”

“Me too, Sugar Tits. Me too.”

When we finally got on the highway home I finally allowed myself a sigh of relief and a smile.

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