I sat on a bench on the board walk that faced the ocean, and stared out over the Atlantic. My name is Brian, and since my extremely nasty break up 6 months earlier, I spent a lot of time at the beach. Truth be told, I spent quite a bit of time at the beach any way.
There was something both soothing and exhilarating about the surf, and sea. I knew I had been in a funk since my break up. Janet had been my world, and she had turned it completely upside down.
Now Bikeweek was coming back to Daytona. I always looked forward to it, and I always take vacation time during the event. It's nine days of fun and parties. Bikeweek is Mardi Gras on a motorcycle. For those who don't know, Bikeweek is the largest motorcycle rally in the country. Tomorrow upwards of 600,000 people would descend on Daytona Beach. Some were already here now, and for nine days there would be an almost constant rumble in the air.
That 600,000 doesn't count the extra strippers, hookers, and escorts that would also be around. A lot of whom had already hit town a few weeks ago, During Speedweeks.
This year those, I was having an intrusion into my life. My friend Paul had talked me into letting an ex-girlfriend of his, some girl named Mandy, and a friend of hers camp out in my yard. They had decided at the last minute to come down for Bikeweek from North Carolina, and of course all the hotels and camp grounds had long since been booked solid.
There was no way Paul's girlfriend was going to settle for having an ex of his hanging around. So, Paul had talked me into it. I live in a nice little house on an acre of land, about ten minutes from the beach. Room was not a problem.
Tomorrow this Mandy and her girlfriend of would be arriving. I had decided to make the best of it. Besides, I would be gone a lot during Bikeweek. After some solitude time staring at the ocean, I decided to pack it in and head for home.
The next day, lounging on my couch, I heard a rap on my door. Paul walked in without waiting for me to answer.
"Hey there brother." I called out as he walked in. "Get yourself a beer, you know where they are."
Paul walked into my living room carrying a Bud Light he had fished out of my fridge. " Hey bro." Paul answered.
"So what did you tell your woman about why you were coming over?" I asked him casually. " I told her I was helping you work on your bike." He answered, taking a swallow of his beer.
"I figured. You know, you owe me one." I informed him.
"It'll do you some good to have some female flesh around here. You're becoming a damned hermit."
"Dude, if she is coming to Bikeweek with another girl, my guess is she pinch hits for the other team." I replied.
"Hey, remember, I used to date Mandy. She's a great lady, you'll like her."
" What did you tell her about paying to stay here? " I asked.
"Exactly what you said. I told her to bring a 12 pack." Paul laughed.
I nodded my head. " What she say to that?"
"She said you sounded like her kind of guy. Speaking of ex, I saw yours last night at Center Line."
" You say anything to her?" I asked.
" Oh hell no! Triple f, buddy." Paul said making a distasteful face.
" Yep, triple f." I echoed his comment, laughing. Triple f was our name for a " foul, filthy, female."
Paul and I waited around the house until we heard a truck pull into my driveway. " Sounds like your friend is here."
Getting up, we walked outside to meet them. I saw a slinky blonde climbing out of a truck that was pulling a trailer loaded with two bikes in it. I figured the blonde must be Mandy.
Paul walked up to the blonde and hugged her. Motioning for me to come over, I walked up next to my friend.
"Brian, this lovely lady is Mandy."
I was taken by surprise a little when Mandy turned and threw her arms around me in a hug also. Turning her head, she lightly kissed my cheek, and her kiss seemed to linger for a moment.
" We appreciate you letting us use your yard as a camp ground. " Mandy said to me.
"Not a problem." I said with a smile.
"Guys, this is Becky." Mandy introduced her companion.
Talk about a contrast. Mandy was tall, I guessed around 6', an inch taller than myself. She had a slinky little body, narrow in the hips and shoulders, fairly small tits, and very long legs. Her friend Becky on the other hand was shorter, maybe 5' 6". She was more voluptuous, rounder in the hips, bigger boobs, and dark hair. I noticed when we were introduced, Becky avoided eye contact.
"Oh, I almost forgot." I heard Mandy say as she reached into the back of her truck and pulled out a 12 pack of Bud Light. "Rent." Mandy said, handing the beer to me.
I laughed out loud. " Paid in full. Come on in and relax for a bit." I offered.
We sat around my kitchen table to chat, and I got everyone a beer out of the fridge. Paul and Mandy entertained us with stories from their past. I noticed every move Mandy made was slow, deliberate, and sinuous, almost cat like. She absolutely oozed sexuality.
Now, I have been told by women that I had " bedroom eyes " and " fuck me eyes." but Mandy's pretty green eyes said " I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to love it."
After another round, Paul said he had to be getting home. He left saying goodnight, and that he would see us all tomarow.
After Paul left, Mandy asked to use the bathroom, and I told her where it was, reminding them that they were free to use my bathrooms when ever they wanted. I gave Mandy a key to the door, so they could get in when I was gone.
Getting us another round of beer, Mandy sat back down at the table. " So, you're a good looking, sweet, guy. How come no woman around?"
" I went through a nasty breakup about six months ago." I explained.
" Ah, ok. Becky got rid of her excess baggage a couple months ago herself."
" Good riddance too." Becky added.
" No shit there." Mandy agreed with her friend.
" Sounds about like my ex pain in the ass." I quipped sourly.
" Well, no sense thinking about it, for the next nine days you have the company of a couple of good looking babes, and we get the company of a hot looking guy." Mandy said, flashing those green eyes of hers.
" I don't know how good my company is." I laughed.
" It's been great so far." Becky told me.
" Listen, if you don't mind sharing a bed, I have a spare room, and you're welcome to crash in there." I told them.
" No, we don't mind." Mandy answered.
" That's really nice of you." Becky added.
"I haven't been very social lately. I'm trying to redeem myself." I laughed. " Do you ladies have any bags you want brought in?"
" Yeah, two or three, I guess we should get them." Mandy answered.
I helped the girls bring in their bags, and then I put clean sheets and pillow cases on the bed. Afterwards I suggested getting some Chinese take out for dinner.
" Sounds good to me. I'm paying." Mandy replied.
" Nah, I got it." I protested.
" Do you know how much money you're saving us, by letting us stay here?" Mandy pointed out. " It's the least I can do."
" Mandy's right." Becky jumped in.
I gave in to them. We phoned in our order, and I drove the girls to the restaurant. Having Picked up our food, we went back to my place and got comfortable in the living room, turning on the TV.
After eating, the girls took turns showering, then we decided to call it a night. Tomorrow the fun was going to start, and we all wanted to get an early start in the morning.
That night in bed, I swore it sounded like Mandy and Becky were having sex in the next room, and I found it very hard to fall asleep. It was so tempting to try and get a peek into the room to see for sure. After I did fall asleep, the picture of the two woman making love plagued my dreams. It sucked falling asleep with a hard on, then waking up with the same one.
The next morning I got up early, and walked into the kitchen for my favorite breakfast drink, a nice cold Pepsi. I heard feet behind me, turned around and saw Mandy walking in, wearing a t-shirt and panties. The hard nipples on her perky little tits were poking at her shirt.
" Want something to drink? " I asked, trying not to stare at her nipples too obviously.
"Sure, a Pepsi would be good if you have another." Mandy said around a yawn.
"This house is never without Pepsi." I told her, pulling another one out of the refrigerator. "And usually not without Bud Light too."
We sat down at the table, and Becky came stumbling in next, dressed a little more conservatively than Mandy. Becky was wearing shorts instead of just panties. I told her to help herself to anything she wanted, then she joined us at the table.
" Are you going to be our guide today, or do you have other plans?" Mandy asked me.
"No, that'll be great. Later Paul wants us to meet him at the Iron Horse. You know, Paul's girlfriend doesn't really know about you." I told Mandy carefully.
"I know." Mandy answered with a grin. "Paul and I happened a long time ago, we're just friends now. Besides, we're going to be with you, it'll be cool."
We all got dressed, and headed out to our bikes. Mandy looked sexy in her jeans, leather chaps, and black tank top. Becky was dressed similarly, except she was wearing a t- shirt and leather vest. I was wearing jeans and black leather vest also, but no shirt on under my vest.
The weather was still a little cool, but the forecast was calling for sun and highs in the low 80's. Not unusual for Daytona in early March. I helped the girls unload their bikes from the trailer.
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