Chapter 1

Just at the sweat dripping apex of Ryan's morning workout, Marina came out through the back of the house next door wearing the kind of bikini he'd only seen in pictures. It fit her like a bikini that didn't fit her. The network of neon blue cords and bow knots rode the dance of her heavy body in a way that made him feel drugged. He forgot himself and stopped, paralyzed by the way she moved through her yard, casually inspecting and primping her flower beds.

She was almost double his age, and double the size of the girls who usually wrenched his neck, but she had a way of wearing her pneumatically exaggerated features like a badge of honor. Her breasts were heavy and careless, while her ass was thicker and rounder than he ever imagined being packed into an outfit like hers.

Everything about Marina was breezy and brash. It wasn't that she was really all that big, but somehow just a little bigger than life. She had deep brown, Mediterranean skin that always seemed to be shining, and the finest, darkest hair he'd ever seen. Even her accent took wide, luxurious curves around the syllables when she spoke. And although she seemed petite for her size, she carried herself as tall as any woman he knew. Ryan had always been taught to admire girls like Kayla, his girlfriend; slender girls with hard, miserly curves that could knock a man's heart out of its natural rhythm.

He couldn't think of a woman from home even close to Miranda's body type having the audacity to wear anything as skimpy, but she moved with such bold confidence – perfectly at home in her skin - it put all the imaginary barriers in their place.

The whole planet was full of shit, and Ryan's heart clenched like a fist full of stolen jewels.

She didn't say hello or wave like she usually did, taking the time to be friendly and flash her bright, toothy smile. She barely even seemed to notice he was there, lifting weights until his taut, hairless body was shimmering with sweat in the sun. Her eyes, dark and smoky, scanned the area as if he weren't even part of it, surveying the barbered grounds a professional crew had worked on the day before.

Ryan was only wearing dark blue bike shorts, and as he followed the proud jut of Miranda's half saddled breasts, it felt like the air was shifting gears. He took a moment to pour water down his throat from the bottle beside his mat. He angled it over his head and doused himself, hoping the cool trickle would take the edge off his spiking body heat. Then he started lifting again, afraid this unexpected view of his temporary neighbor would cause his young cock to rise beyond his control.

It was bad enough being banished here for the summer, pressured to train for the university talent scouts in the fall. The last thing Ryan needed was to alienate the only neighbor who'd spoken to him in weeks – the only neighbor even within eyeshot. There were precious few people to talk to as it was. His father had chosen the area for its sparse population. The backyard of the house he'd rented for Ryan's summer training ran straight to the edge of a small lake, and the local roads were excellent for running, being mostly shaded by tall hardwoods and lightly traveled at best.

Ryan had been there long enough to learn abject boredom could be a powerful motivation to spend hours working diligently to reach his father's goal. As for his own goals, Ryan just wanted to spend the summer hanging with his friends, spending aimless days and nights with Kayla.

He felt sluggish at first, as he went back to dragging the weights toward his chest in desultory bicep curls. It felt like punishment. This whole, perfect place was nothing but a glossy prison, but he kept his eye on Marina, watching her move like something he was planning to dream later on. The speed of his curls slowly increased, until he was sputtering out breath with each exertion. It felt like he was punishing himself even more than his father was by sending him here, more than the unforgiving meat grinder of the university athletic system waiting to swallow him alive.

He pumped and grunted against the weight until all the muscles in his arms and shoulders were singing. Sweat poured down his face while the corner of his eye was trained on Marina. The neon turquoise of her scant bikini stood against the creamy almond brown of her skin in bright, triangular patches that never seemed to catch up with the movement of her body.

In the slender strips of her bikini, her breasts seemed to strut with an air of mesmerizing prominence, with nipple erections that demanded attention.

Ryan noticed everything. He noticed the way the little hollows formed in her ass muscles when she moved a particular way. He noticed the way everything about her seemed to glisten, as if she were made of something partly liquid. He noticed the way the sun played across the bunch and sway of her damp breasts, and the way her body turned in a kind of dance with her plants and flowers.

While the weight seemed to double, Ryan's rippling arms only seemed to pump faster and harder. Every glistening muscle in his finely tuned body stood tensely defined as his form seemed to move and strain in a single, flowing continuum of sinew, flesh and bone. His grunting gasps for air grew deeper and louder as ripe blood rushed through the meat of his sleek arms and legs, rushing to thicken his tingling cock with heat.

Marina sank to her knees on her perfectly manicured lawn, leaning down on one hand to pull at a few, stray weeds among her flowers. Ryan grunted aloud when he saw the bright thong pull tightly along the smooth cleft delineating the spheres of her ass. Even at a distance, her pussy looked puffed and swollen against the snugly pasted gusset, and Ryan's straining crescendoed to a pitch, until he lifted the barbells one last time and thrust them away from his body, heaving them into the grass with a muted thud.

Marina turned her head part way, casting an offhand glance toward the sound of the fallen barbells but not at Ryan. He was wearing nothing under his bike shorts to stem the rising bulge of his eager cock, and he quickly turned away. Even though she was purposefully ignoring him, he knew a badly timed hard on would be hopelessly obvious.

Every muscle in his body was singing as he stood in the middle of the yard wondering which way to turn. Marina's stout ass and thighs faced him in raw invitation, swaying and rocking as she reached into the flowerbed with a scratching tool. His tense body felt like there was nothing but heat and steam inside. He suddenly wondered what kind of sound his hand would make swatting her ass. It was a strangely foreign thought, but the image made his pulse throb.

Irrational urgency filtered through Ryan's body as cravings and visions that never occurred to him before flashed through his mind. It seemed wherever his hands hung or his feet hit the matt was wrong. Marina's body lurched forward - frozen tableau in mid-crawl – scratching up fertile soil. Ryan's blood felt like didn't fit inside his body.

A fresh pulse pounded in his temples while the prickling hot coil of meat between his thighs started to thicken and seep into his clinging shorts. In the position Miranda lurched into, he couldn't imagine the particular constellation of contours formed by her substantial ass and thighs existing anywhere else in nature. The glistening sheen across her extravagant flesh was coming on like neon – a mesmerizing blend of lotion and sweat.

Ryan's heart jacked as he dreamt of blazing a wet lick-trail up the insides of her thick, hunkering thighs. A spear of hunger for anything that dripped off or out of her pierced him through the center. The world turned with the swivel of a woman's hips.