Corina's Weekend

Corina stepped off the bus, waving goodbye to her friends. Her book-bag was fully loaded with things she had collected over the year, “Where did it all come from?”, yet surprising light due to the lack of books, YIPPIE!

Corina was a beautiful, vibrant young girl of fifteen. At 4’11”, she weighed 90 pounds. She had honey-blonde hair that came to the bottom of her shoulder blades and sky blue eyes. Her figure, usually not as prominent in her school uniform, was trim and athletic, with measurements of 28-22-26.

Usually, Corina was a very energetic girl, and you could tell her mood by her hair. Today, owing to the exceptionally hot, humid day, it was flat. The air-conditioning in school and on the bus was both out, and she looked as wilted as a flower that hadn’t had enough water.

All she could think about was getting into the pool, and staying there until she turned wrinkled. Her parents weren’t due home for a couple of hours, and she was glad, because she didn’t even want to wait until she got into her swim suit. It was a straight shot from the front doors to the patio door. She started peeling her clothes off as soon as she closed the front door. Peeling was the appropriate word as her t-shirt and bra were sticking to her hot body.

She was just taking her bra off, anticipating the cool water as she opened the sliding doors to the family room. Suddenly, she could make out voices in the back yard. She could see a back-hoe in the yard. And her heart plummeted.
She shut the doors, picked up her clothes and skulked to her room to sulk. “Why do they have to redo the pool NOW?” Her mind screamed, “IT’S NOT FAIR!”

Half an hour later, Corina got up, picked out a good summery outfit and took a cool shower. She put on tight white shorts, a shoulder less half-tee and her most comfortable pair of shoes, white sandals with two inch heels. She then went into the family room to watch TV and shoot furtive glances out at the workers. At five, she heard her parents come home. Her dad came into the family room to see how the workers were doing.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were working on the pool this weekend?” She protested.

“I didn‘t know until this morning,” he said. “There’s a hurricane coming, and the weather will be turning bad in the next few days.”

“Yeah, well you and mom will be going away. I’ll bet YOU’LL be swimming.”

“I thought about that also. That’s why, when I asked Justin Fletchly to watch the house and you for us this morning, I asked if you could use his pool.” His face was very serious with a slight look of disappointment.

“And he said ‘No,’ didn’t he?”

“Actually,” he smiled, “he said any time.”

She threw herself around the older man. “Daddy, you\'re the greatest.”

“He also said that you could join him for dinner tonight.”

She gave her father a kiss and ran off to get her bikini. As she went outside, she was reminded of why she needed to swim. By the time she walked the 500 feet to Justin’s house, she was already sweating.

When Justin answered the door, Corina’s stomach gave a little flip as it always did. He was 23, 6’3” and weighed 210, all muscle. With black hair and blue eyes, he could easily have played the role of Superman. She was usually too busy looking at his muscles to notice that he was checking out her body, but he always treated her great.

“Corina,” he said with a smile. “Please come in.” He stepped aside to let her pass the threshold.

“I’m so glad you invited me, Mr. Fletchly, I’ve been needing a swim since lunch.”

“Call me Justin, Corina. I’d like you to meet my two best friends.” He ushered her into the living room, where two men were sitting at a card table. Corina was a little disappointed that she wouldn’t have Justin all to herself. The other two men stood up. They were equal to Justin in height, weight and good looks.

The first man’s name was Anthony. He was about 2 inches shorter than Justin, but his shoulders were broader. His hair was sandy-blonde with brown eyes and his voice was a little higher in pitch, but smooth and pleasant.

The second man’s name was Jeremy. He was taller than then other two, and broader. He had brown hair and eyes, and a mustache. His voice was a deep bass.

“We’ve known each other since the day we were born,” Justin explained. “We do nearly everything together and have founded a bond like no-one else.”

They stood in the living talking for a while, but Corina was mainly here to swim. As she left the room to get her swim suit on, the men packed up the game and moved it onto the patio.

“You’re a lucky guy, man!” Anthony told Justin. “Is there a legal version of her?”

“Only her mother.” Corina came out of the house in a small pink bikini and a robe that came a mere inch below her buttocks. “She’s a real fireball, that little girl.”

They played their card game, watching Corina at the same time, until it was time for dinner. They had ordered pizza, because no-one wanted to cook in the heat. While Corina got dressed, Justin got the plates, 3 beers and a soda.

Throughout dinner, the four of them talked, mostly about Corina. They wanted to know all about her, and she was willing to talk. The three men were great, and being in the presence of three certifiable hunks wasn’t bad.

After a while, Corina asked if she could have a beer. “If not, I could just go home and get one,” she stated. “I just don’t want to leave yet.”

Justin, not wanting her to leave yet either, capitulated. “OK, but you have to dance with us, and you only get one.”

“But I don’t know how to dance.”

“WHAT!” exclaimed Justin? “A sweet little princess like you doesn’t know how to dance?”

“Outrageous,” Anthony stated.

“Scandalous,” Jeremy replied.

“Gentlemen,” Jason addressed his buddies, “shall we instruct the princess in the art of dance?”

Corina giggled as the men raised their glasses in salute, and drained them. Anthony went to choose the music and Jeremy went to get the drinks. Justin took Corina by the hand, and led her to the center of the yard.

Jeremy placed his hand around her waist, but she could barely reach his shoulder. When the music started, he told her that the first series of dances would be waltzes. He instructed her in how to move, and found that she was remarkably agile and responsive.

When the first dance ended, he bent down to kiss her and she responded with closed lips.

“That won’t do, either,” he told her. May we also teach you how to kiss your partner?”

She looked at him, blue eyes gazing into blue. Just the thought of being taught how to kiss by him was intoxicating. “OK.”

“Open your mouth a little when I come to you. This will feel a little strange at first, but you’ll find it better than the old way.”

She did as directed, nervous about the new thing. When their mouths met, he lightly played his tongue across her lips, exploring the outer regions before continuing it expedition into her young mouth. His tongue then played lightly across her teeth, before inviting her tongue to dance. As their tongues intertwined, she found her nervousness fading rapidly.

And so it continued throughout the night. She would be taught a dance, and practice it through several songs, each song ending in a long, delicious kiss. In the beginning, she learned a lot about the men. Anthony was a computer programmer for a game manufacturer, Justin a professional hacker, and Jeremy was currently going to college to earn his PHD in physics. They were working, and studying, just to have something to do, as they were all wealthy, having bought a combined winning lottery ticket.

The last ten dances were very slow, with the final dance being a sensuous, four way dance that left her breathless. She stood there for several minutes afterward, drinking in the men’s’ smell and feel and the taste of their mouths. They had to part for the night, though, and Corina went home with heavy feet. The men sat outside, watching her walk through a small gate in the privacy fence that divided the two back yards, caring her bathing suit.

“There is definitely something about that little girl,” observed Jeremy, watching her lovely rear swing.

“I wonder if the kissing wasn’t just a little too much,” said Justin.

“I think it was both too much, and not enough,” responded Anthony.

Upon getting home, Corina stripped down (the crotch of her shorts was very wet) and climbed into bed, neglecting to put on any pajamas. She lay there, thinking about the night, her hands tracing every inch of her bare flesh that the men’s did. Shortly, one hand began to trace parts of her body that she only wished they had. It was a game she had played before, but somehow, the image of the three men that was etched in her mind made it much more enjoyable.

The men remained quiet as the wind carried the sounds of Corina’s pleasure to their ears.

Corina woke up, and it was still dark. While she was pondering what had woken her, she sensed that she was not alone. She looked around the dark room and realized that she was, indeed not alone. Several shadows surrounded her bed. She tried to scream, but there was something in her mouth.

Two of the figures stepped forward and grabbed her arms, pinning her to the bed, while two others lifted her legs up until her nightgown fell to her face.

“We’re gonna have a lot of fun with you,” said one of the men. She could now tell that it was the men from the pool.

Corina struggled helplessly against the men holding her down. She was trying to scream, but the gag wouldn’t let her. The men were leering at her, taunting her.