Kristine Kay Is So Innocent, That She Doesnt Realize How Guys Look At Her
The sun glistened off the crystal blue pool as Kristine Kay lounged by the side, soaking up the rays. Her skimpy yellow bikini barely contained her pert breasts and taut abdomen, drawing the eyes of every male within a 50-foot radius. The 19-year-old was oblivious to the effect she had on men, too naive to realize how her lithe, toned body stirred the loins of beholders young and old.
Little did Kristine suspect that her hunky neighbor Zak had sidled up behind her, scoping out her inviting form with keg-standing, beer-goggles eyes. The 23-year-old college dropout planned to add the sexy virgin to his list of conquests, innocent or not. Licking his chops, he approached and perched on the edge of her lounge chair.
“Hey there, cutie,” Zak purred, flashing a wolfish grin. “You’re looking mighty fine today. Care to come inside for a cool drink?”
Blushing profusely, Kristine sat up and adjusted her top. “Oh, um, that’s awfully nice of you to offer, Zak. But I should probably be heading home soon.”
“Aw, c’mon, no need to rush off,” he cajoled, placing a hefty paw on her bare shoulder. “Let’s hang out for a bit. I can give you a private tour of my place, if you know what I mean.” His pupils dilated with devious intent.
“Zak, really, I…” she stammered, struggling to keep her voice from quavering as his calloused fingers drifted down her arm.
“Hey, you’re among friends here,” Zak continued in a cozy tone. “I know a few things about anatomy and human sexuality, if you catch my drift. You should let me share my knowledge with a fresh young thing like yourself.”
Stiffening, Kristine pulled away and clutched her towel to her ample chest. “I-I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Zak. My mama always told me it isn’t ladylike to be alone with men.”
“Aw, where’s the harm in a little one-on-one bonding?” Zak insisted. “We could share some lactose-free milk and have a great chat about whatever you’re interested in. I’m a great listener.”
“But Zak, I’m engaged to be married to Randy!” Kristine protested, a pleased smile playing on her rosebud lips. “It wouldn’t be proper for me to spend time with someone else, even platonically.”
“Oh, is that ma boy Randy?” Zak replied with a snicker. “Good ol’ Randy’s always off at the gun range or playing soldier. You hardly ever see that uptight dud. I’m downright baffled how a hottie like you snagged a dweeb like him.”
His words stung, though she tried not to show it. “Randy loves me and treats me right,” she declared. “He’s actually away on business at the moment, but when he comes back, I’m gonna marry him straightaway.”
“Pshh, business, my sweet Anglo Saxon ass,” Zak scoffed. “I bet Randy’s just a smokescreen to hide the fact you’re a total prude. Whatcha gonna do, marry him and raise two point five poindexter babies? I think not. You’re way too saucy for his washed-up egghead sensibilities.”
“As much as to my remain,” Kristine said, standing with a huff. “I do not appreciate you badmouthing my intended.” She spun on her heel to march away.
Zak leapt to his feet and cornered her, his muscular body looming over her delicate frame. “Not so fast, princess. You’ve been cruising for a bruising for a while now, and today’s your unlucky day.”
