Chapter 9: Everyone Knows It’s Windy

With Mom and Dad staying at my aunt’s house enjoying their in-law orgy, Patty stayed overnight with us. We made popcorn and eventually cleaned up for bed. We slept in Mom and Dad’s bed because the three of us fit together. We slept together like puppies. Marcy got up later when it cooled down and covered us with a sheet.

Florida hits the 90s around 10:00 a.m. After dark, it cools to the upper 70s or low 80s. It sounds worse than it is if you aren’t acclimatized. You have to drink a lot of water. You may not feel damp, but your body will still perspire a little bit.

I was having a lazy day in bed, reading one of Dad’s fuck books, when I heard Marcy talking quietly to someone. Mom has romance novels; Dad calls his books fuck books because they are a bit raw and more descriptive. Up until then, Mace hadn’t really had an interest. Myself now, Mason, had read many an erotic novel in my time.

It is not a big thing here. In the back of any bookstore here is a doorway with a “No Children Allowed” sign. That is where female romance novels and ‘dirty books,’ as some call them, are kept. The covers are plain and look less raunchy so that little eyes will not be attracted to them. My parents’ bookcases are up high in their bedroom. When I woke this morning, my eyes were on Dad’s bookcase. I had grabbed one almost without thinking.

So, I was dick in one hand and reading with the other when Marcy came in and said, “Get out of bed, lazy bones. We have an invitation over to Windy’s house.”

I did not want to put my book down. It was very interesting and informative too. The suave seduction techniques and the lovemaking practices the novel’s hero used to sexually destroy his women are captivating. I really didn’t want to stop reading. Then I remembered what Windy looks like. Oh my!

She is a hot, tiny little thing, and I had a crush on her in both worlds.

Windy Clarkenton lives in the “Big House” halfway down the street that connects to our neighborhood. Many of the trailer parks and manufactured home neighborhoods in Jupiter are on that road. The Clarkentons were original settlers here, and Windy’s grandfather sold off most of the Clarkentons ‘ original 300 acres.

They live on almost an acre in a huge two-story monstrosity of a house. They have a full-time maid and cook. A stockade fence has a tall bamboo hedge inside that protects the Clarkentons’ privacy. To everyone’s knowledge, her mother had never married.

Oh damn, but Windy is a hot little cutie pie. She has dark, shiny blonde hair and is always well-tanned. A real two-tone gorgeous babe if ever Mace had seen one. The blonde and the darkness of her tan balance each other. Yep-per, it’s the same Windy.

Her boobies are small and rock-firm; I have had a few peeks at them, and I was mesmerized. Her best feature is her face; she has a cute turned-up nose and bright blue eyes that seem to twinkle. She has little bee-sting lips ya want to eat.

Ya, my predecessor Mace has had a crush on her. But she was unobtainable to him. He didn’t have a clue about girls, let alone a high-class babe like Windy.

Hmm ... That means someone has talked about me somehow. Maybe about my dick ... Did Marcy or Patty say something?

It’s more about Windy’s tan. A tan is important in Florida; it’s almost a status symbol. A good tan means you have enough time to waste laying around getting a tan. When we see pale people, we think they are either unhealthy or spend all their time indoors.

Mace did not have a bad tan when I reincarnated into him. He had spent a couple of hours in the sun mowing every week. Plus, the family usually visited the beach for at least a couple of hours once a week. It is a very common leisure activity here. Women and girls walk the beach looking for seashells and sand dollars. Boys walk the beach looking for dead, washed-up critters. Some people play volleyball on the beach. Some men bring fishing or crabbing gear.

Dad and I occasionally fish or crab.

I did have a narrow white area around my waist and junk.

Windy is sexy as hell, and what I have seen of her has always affected both Mace’s. Until now, young Mace had no idea how to handle a girl like her. She is “top drawer” in every way. Smart, cute, well put together, physically fit, and she plays softball and tennis.

She has the firm little body of a tennis player. They even have their own private tennis court in their backyard; it’s not far from the family swimming pool. I had never been to her place before. I knew of the yard from Marcy.

I knew Windy, of course, mostly because she goes to our school, and Marcy has been invited there many times. This will be my first visit there. I’m not sure why I’m being invited now; it seems odd. She is the same age as Marcy and me. Marcy or Patty had to have blabbed about me.

We rode our Hondas over. No sense in the two of us arriving all hot and sweaty. In typical Florida fashion for a teen, I just wore my boyshorts and sandals. Marcy wore a skimpy bikini with a wrap around her hips for propriety’s sake.

We stopped at the gate, and Windy opened it. She had been on the porch waiting for us and heard us drive up. We parked our bikes to the side of the well-manicured, very green yard and followed her in.

Windy was topless with a thong swimsuit that covered a tiny pubic area only. Watching her naked bum go up the stairs was awesome. I knew why she had hidden behind the gate when she let us in.

I saw almost all of her, and I was in awe. She has nice hips, a small waist, and her best feature is her small, hard boobies. Abso-fucking-lutely perfect in every way. Her nipples are close to a red raspberry in color. Her titties are cone-like with a tiny bit more roundness on the bottoms. Her areolas and nipples closely resemble a volcano shape. I watch as she walks, and they do not move at all. Those puppies are firm as hell.

Her ass jiggles just a tiny bit as he walks. I would follow that ass anywhere. One thing about her is that her arms and legs are slender, yet well-defined. She leads an active life, alright.

Another thing in her favor is her feet and ankles. Her calves taper down to small, dainty feet. I have loved every woman I have ever known that had small feet and legs that tapered down like hers. They are not long legs, but they are proportional perfection in every way.