Chapter 2: Santa Barbara, California - Part 1

The weeks until I was to visit my father in Santa Barbara seemed to last for months. Then, finally, I boarded the commuter plane for Chicago. At O'Hare, I took a flight to Los Angeles - first class, dad paid for the ticket.

Dad met me at Los Angeles airport. With him was Candace Stephens, the redhead playmate in my laptop photo collection. "Candace, this is my son, Rob Mannheim," dad said.

Shaking her hand, trying hard not to look at Candace's large breasts covered by a blue tee-shirt, I said "Glad to meet you."

"Glad to meet you, Rob," she responded. "I hope you enjoy your stay with us."

It was clear from her statement and the way she kept close to my dad, casually touching him, that they were a couple. "He might even have married her," I thought to myself.

We got my bags and transferred them to dad's twin-engine plane in the general aviation section of the airport. I knew dad had his private pilot license, but it had been a long time since I had flown with him. Years ago, he had flown mom and me to St. Louis for a short trip during one of his visits.

Once we received clearance to take off, the flight to Santa Barbara didn't take long. Dad let me sit in the copilot's seat, even letting me steer the plane a little. Candace sat in back, leafing through magazines during most of the flight. When I was sure she wasn't paying attention to us, I asked dad about her.

"She's just one of my girlfriends. I told you I could give you some information about how to succeed with women," he said. "Don't worry, I'm not going to marry her."

At the Santa Barbara airport we put my luggage into dad's Ford Expedition, then took off for the "ranch," about a half-hour drive north of the city. When I saw the house, I thought it looked more like a Mediterranean villa than an American ranch; whitewashed walls, perched on the edge of the Pacific, gated, servants. It indicated my father was a lot wealthier than I guessed.

"Let me show you to your room," dad said. "Then we can go down to the pool. There's someone there I want you to meet."

My room was at the end of the second floor hallway. It was large, facing the ocean, with a tiled floor, its own bathroom, and a large Mexican-style bed and matching furniture. After depositing my bags, I walked downstairs with dad to the veranda overlooking the ocean.

"There are stairs leading down to a small beach at the foot of the cliff," dad explained. "But we usually just use the pool. If you want to try surfing, there are some pretty good spots north of here you can try. I'm no good myself, but I can find someone to teach you, if you're interested."

At the moment, I was more interested in two figures on the veranda. Standing by the pool waiting for us were the playmates, Bobbi and Claudia, my dad and I had discussed in my room weeks ago. After introducing us, dad said, "Rob, I thought you might like some younger company, so I invited Bobbi and Claudia to visit for a while."

"We're really glad you invited us," Claudia said. With Bobbi echoing, "We're happy to be here. Were gonna have a good time."

Dad said, "Rob, your eighteen, Claudia's nineteen, and Bobbi's eighteen, too. So, you're all pretty close in age."

"I'm nineteen now," Bobbi said. "But that doesn't matter. We'll keep each other company."

It was hard to avoid staring at the two playmates. Claudia was dressed in a tiny green bikini, showing off her slim figure. Bobbi had on a pink bikini bottom, but was wearing only a white tee-shirt covering her breasts. I fought to keep my eyes away, then thought, "They posed nude for Playboy, they're not going to be shocked if I look at their bodies."

Seeing me looking at her, smiling, Bobbi brushed her blonde hair off her forehead. "When I dive in the water, my top keeps falling off. I guess my boobs are just too big for that tiny bikini."

"Well, I don't have any complaints. You look good in that shirt," I said.

"Thank you kind sir," Bobbi laughed, taking my arm. "A compliment is always welcome."

"And how about me," Claudia asked, striking a pose, her hand on her hip, sticking her butt out.

"You look good too," I said.

"Thank you for my compliment," Claudia said, holding on to my other arm.

Candace came out wearing a brown bikini. I found myself surrounded by beautiful bikini-clad women. Usually, I would get tongue-tied in a situation like this, but somehow I felt calmer than normal - more at ease.

"Eric, would you like a beer?" Candace asked. "We've got shandies for Rob and the girls, or wine, or wine coolers."

I found the shandy - beer and lemonade mixed served with crushed ice - tasted pretty good. I had tried beer before and didn't really like the bitter taste. Sitting in the shade of the high wall shielding the pool from Pacific winds, I found myself relaxing... enjoying the company of Bobbi and Claudia, able to avoid most of my usual geekiness.

And the girls seemed to be enjoying my company; laughing at my wisecracks, touching my hand or arm from time to time as we sat on the lounges, one on either side of me. At seven, the servants served a light meal on the veranda. I had a little wine with the meal, making me feel even sleepier than I already was.

"Rob," dad said. "You must be tired. You spent most of the day traveling and your body is still on central time, it's two hours later for you than for us. You better go on up to bed. We'll see you in the morning."

"Thanks, I am pretty tired. I'll see you all tomorrow."

As I headed into the house, Bobbi and Claudia each took one of my hands, walking me inside. At the foot of the stairs, we said goodnight, each of them affectionately squeezing one of my hands as we parted.

When I got to my room, I found the servants had unpacked my bags and put away my clothes. I took a quick shower, put on a pair of pajama shorts, brushed my teeth, opened the window to the ocean breeze, and got into bed.

The shower had revived me a little, dispelling some of my sleepiness. I thought about Bobbi and Claudia, remembering their laughter, their faces, their bodies. I was amazed that they seemed to like me so much. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. How my dad got three playmates to visit was a mystery. Visualizing Bobbi's lush breasts, the nipples pressing against the material of her tee-shirt, I felt my dick beginning to stiffen. I touched my hardening cock, considered masturbating, then, too tired, I rolled over and fell asleep.

I was awakened by a sound at the door. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Coming to my senses, I sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. The small clock on the table showed the time was a little before midnight.

"Rob... Rob, it's me. Can I come in?" I heard through the door. "It's me, Bobbi."

"What is it? What's wrong... ? Okay, come on in."

The door opened the absolute minimum necessary for Bobbi to slide through. She was dressed in white panties and a white, baby doll nightgown. Seeing Bobbi's large breasts outlined in her nightgown reminded me of how aroused I was at her memory only a few hours earlier.

Closing the door, she sat down on the side of my bed. Her blue eyes looked into mine, then looked down for a second as she touched my chest, before looking up again, "Rob, can I stay here tonight with you... please?"

I looked at Bobbi's heart-shaped face framed by flaxen hair, her full lips, the bright blue eyes. This couldn't be happening - it was unbelievable, this beautiful girl couldn't be asking to stay with me.

"What are you saying? You want to stay with me? You want to have sex with me? Are you sure?"

"Please," she said stroking my chest again. "I've never felt like this before. I've just got to be with you. I'll make it good for you. I'll do my best... please, Rob... please."

I couldn't help being aroused by her... wanting her. It seemed unbelievable this beautiful girl wanted to sleep with me.

Looking into Bobbi's eyes, "Sure... yes... I mean I want you too," I said.

"Oh... thank you, Rob, darling. I'll be good." She said, caressing... kissing my chest, my neck, my chin. Then her mouth was on mine, her lips opening under mine, our tongues meeting. After a moment, we pulled away, gasping for breath, looking into each others eyes.

I slid my hand under her baby doll. Still a little shy about what I was doing, I started running my fingers over the smooth skin covering her ribs, then slowly moved my hand up. Reaching Bobbi's breast I cradled the heavy flesh in my palm, squeezing gently. Bobbi stared into my eyes, her lips slightly parted, her breath coming in short gasps.

Bobbi was panting deeply as I rubbed her nipple with my thumb... rolling my palm over the hardening flesh. "Oh that feels so... so good. You're so good," she moaned. Pulling away for a moment, lifting her gown over her head and tossing it to the floor, holding her heavy breasts in her hands, "Suck them... suck my nipples," she begged.

This was the first time I had seen her breasts in real life - or any girl's, and I was awed at the size of Bobbi's. Looking at them, now, rising and falling with her breathing, I believed they really were the 34 double-D size claimed by Playboy, and on her small frame they were huge. Her breasts were flushed now with arousal, the broad aureoles puffy, the nipples erect.