Skyler had indeed mentioned to him that the hot girl was coming over. But a party? Whoa, boy. Parties were the antithesis of this Shy Sorcerer Emo Boy. However, earlier, he?d kissed a girl for the first time ? this girl! If he could do that, couldn?t he attend a party without having an anxiety attack? Gasher hadn?t seen a girl quite so smoking hot as Sarah Mackenzie in all his life. She was tough and smooth and sleek, and making out with her had been paradise.

Skyler?s words of advice still resonated in his mind. ?Dude, you got this. This is going to be such a simple date for you. You don?t have to worry about seducing her, using the right lines, saying the right things trying to win her attentions ? she?s already into you! You already got her attention with that porn star kiss you gave her earlier. Just be yourself, minus the shy little bitch aspect of your personality, and you?ll do fine. Mack seems like a cool girl and I don?t think she?ll hurt you if you don?t do anything to deserve it.?

Gasher was already dressed and ready for Mack?s arrival when she pulled up. He peered nervously at her through the blinds of the living room window, already intimidated by that badass car out of which she stepped, as well as that unbelievable miniskirt she wore. This girl knew how to use what she had, that was for sure. His eyes followed her trip from the corvette until she disappeared around the corner of the house, presumably heading over to check out the beach.

He began to move across the living room, intent on going outside and greeting Sarah, but his legs soon failed him. He froze in the middle of the room, shoulders rising and falling with quick, nervous breaths. Helplessly he glanced to Skyler for encouragment, who happened to be lying on the living room couch.

Unawares to the conversations going on inside the house and even to the fact that she'd been spotted, Sarah simply delighted in her little moment on the beach. It'd been at least 11 years since she'd been to the ocean. Having always admired it from space, Sarah marveled now at the vastness of it all. It stretched on in either direction, to the left and right as far as she could see, then off to the horizon where it disappeared into the twilight sky.

The waves were growing larger, exploding against the sand as they washed up on shore with Mack continuing to watch in fascination. She crept closer, hazel greens becoming fixated on each coming wave as it neared, breached, and folded over onto the sand.

Suddenly, Sarah's breath was stolen as icy water rushed past her feet. She'd gotten too close. A girlish squeal was issued, giving a start and running from the waters edge. The sun's rays were quickly disappearing and the temperature dropping, so Sarah decided she'd better go back to the house and see if Gasher was ready.

She took her time walking back up to the house, letting her feet dry off so she could brush the sand away that had stuck to her skin on her journey back up the beach. It also gave her time to think. Would Gash feel awkward because of the kiss they had had? Did he even agree to go?! Oh dear, Sarah hadn't thought about that! Well, she could deal with that, she decided. What she knew she couldn't handle was some silly boy acting strange because she had kissed him. It was just a kiss! ...Wasn't it? Sarah had to admit...it had been really hot!

Her bare feet touched something solid. She was no longer on the beach and could see inside the windows, lights from the inside blazing through. She smiled. There was Gasher, watching her. A hand was lifted and fingers were waggled as she continued on towards the back door.

Skyler watched Gasher run off, shaking his head and smiling amusedly. "I guess you're just too hot for the kid, Mack-attack." He chuckled lightly at the little nickname he'd just made up for her. The boy liked making up nicknames for people.

He got up from the couch and stood looking at Sarah contemplatively, scratching his cheek and yawning. He was bare-footed, wearing baggy black sweat pants and a white dress shirt, unbuttoned to reveal a narrow stripe of his slender, sun-tanned torso. The shirt was wrinkled, but he didn't care. It was almost his bedtime, and Skyler wasn't trying to impress the girl. He did, however, feel obligated to make up for Gasher's rudeness.

The ocean breeze gusted into the open living room, rippling gently through his long black hair and the white dress shirt, fluttering the shirttail out behind his body. He crossed the living room to the kitchen, his well-shaped, perfectly pedicured bare feet softly thudding upon the hardwood floors. Skyler filled two champagne glasses with grape juice -- he remembered that Sarah didn't seem to like alcohol -- then prowled toward the young, sexily dressed girl and held a glass out to her, keeping the other for himself.

"Just between me and you," he told her, winking, "I know as well as you that Gasher's decision, while pathetic, probably saved him from heartache." Skyler sipped his grape juice and commenced strolling a slow circle around Sarah, appraising her figure up and down, helping himself to a close-up evaluation of those sleek curves. "After all, I'm sure you have much more fun with your lyrically challenged sex toy you hang out with back at the Inn." The youth didn't say this judgmentally, just matter-of-factly. "You see, I'm aware that you wanted him to come along just as a buddy to have a good time with . . . but Gasher -- he was thinking it was something more. It's probably a good thing he has no spine."

Skyler stopped in front of Sarah, a relaxed, comfortable smile curving his lips. "But hey, perhaps you didn't come out for nothing. Want a tour of the mansion? You didn't happen to bring your bathing suit, did you? I like to take a dip in the jacuzzi before I go to bed."

?Excellent. You can change in the bathroom right over there.? He pointed to the hallway bathroom door, then set his glass on the coffee table. Skyler took the flaps of his shirt in both hands and slowly pulled them apart, Superman style, exposing his lean, tanned torso. He released the garment and it fluttered down to the floor, pooling around his ankles. Next he grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and thrust them down his legs, undressing in front of Sarah as nonchalantly as if she was just another guy. Beneath the sweatpants he wore a pair of knee-length, blue and gold swimming trunks. Skyler was anything but shy, especially when it came to his body.

He took back his glass of grape juice and eyed Sarah again. ?I?ll be waiting in the water . . ..? His eyes narrowed into roguish slits, his voice lowering. ?I have a surprise for you.? Skyler brushed past the girl in a sensuous manner, sliding his slender, bare chest along her arm as a cat would slide against a person?s ankles.

The youth walked outside through the open living room breezeway and approached the water, the night wind rippling his hair. There was a white light bulb shining below the water?s relatively still surface, illuminating the Jacuzzi. The jets were not on yet, but thin plumes of steam drifted upward. Before stepping in and waiting for Sarah, he crossed to the other side of the hot tub and opened a small storage crate. Skyler drew out an object, closed the crate and stepped to the water?s edge. He swiped a toe into the water, then a foot, then his leg up to the knee. The water was fairly hot and he had to get acclimated. He looked back at Sarah one last time, gave her an inviting smile, then lowered himself very, very slowly downward into the steaming hot tub, grape juice in one hand, the object from the crate in the other.


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Skyler left his juice on the concrete outside of the hot tub, then lifted his right hand out of the water to show her what he held. It was a stack of circular red disks, sort of like the cover of an automobile?s break lights, which were clamped over otherwise white bulbs to make them glow red. He made a circuit of the Jacuzzi and clamped one of the red disks overtop each of the white light bulbs that shone below the water?s surface. When that was done, the water of the hot tub glowed a sinister red. It was a deep, electric, blood red ? closely resembling the color of Darth Vader?s light saber. After that he pressed a button on a console on the outer edge. The jets rumbled to life, shooting out from either side of Sarah?s hips, and all around the Jacuzzi?s diameter. The water?s surface began to bubble potently like a pool of lava, still glowing that sinister red. He pressed another button. Music began to play, coming from all around the patio, from unseen speakers hidden beneath the eaves of the roof, in the shrubbery, and around the periphery of the water.

The music issued out in a tone of heavy bass, a song Mack might have known. Glenn Danzig?s deep, dark voice growled out in song. ?Mother. Tell your children not to come my way. Tell your children not to hear my words, what they mean, what they say. Mother.?

Skyler leaned back against the wall of the Jacuzzi opposite Sarah, stretching out his legs. He pressed the soles of his bare feet to hers, pattering the soft pads of his toes against hers as if tapping on a xylophone. Suddenly he dipped his head below the water, quickly lifting it back out. His hair was now a wet, sleek, glimmering mane of black silk, plastered down against his head, neck and shoulders. The youth arched his back and clasped his hands behind his head, causing his arms to raise out of the water. With his arms in that position, his smooth, sinewy biceps gleamed in the red light as water dripped off of them. With a haze of steam swirling around him and torrents of bubbles massaging his back, Skyler gazed salaciously across the Jacuzzi at Sarah.

The song rumbled on. ?Can you keep them in the dark for life? Can you hide them from the waiting world? Oh, mother. Father! Gonna take you daughter out tonight. Gonna show her my world. Oh, father! Not about to see your light, but if you wanna find hell with me, I can show you what it's like.?

He could no longer study her figure ? as she was now submerged ? but he?d gotten a good look before she stepped in. That was the image shining in his mind as he watched her ? Sarah stepping out of the silk wrap, as if unveiling some famed sculpture.

?I like your bikini,? he uttered over the music, his tongue sliding along his lips to moisten them.

Skyler sat back and enjoyed the view, hands clasped behind his head. The ends of his long pretty shiny black hair floated in the water above his shoulders, fanning out in a silky red array. He cooed audibly when Sarah popped out of the water and slicked back her hair. The boy was vaguely aware that he was getting turned on; his heartbeat quickened, his eyes widened, a warmth began to spread across his loins. If women only knew how easy it was to turn a man on. Just one visual cue was all it took, then the maleness was alive and thrashing.

Luckily, Skyler was able to suppress his hormones pretty efficiently. Besides, Sarah probably wasn?t in the mood for that kind of recreation. And Skyler himself, well . . . even though he wanted to be apart from Jewell ? or thought he did ? she was still the only woman he could see himself kissing. Plus, Sarah seemed really into Gasher...

As she ascended from the water, Skyler splashed her. He smacked the hot red-glowing water and sent a spray toward at her chest. Laughing gleefully, he plunged below the surface, wriggled across the jacuzzi and sank his fingers into her ribs, tickling furiously. Then, suddenly, he pressed his mouth against her belly button and exhaled fiercely, playing the motorboat on her stomach.

Skyler erupted from the water, releasing Sarah and pointing a finger teasingly at her.

"Haha, you're lucky. You almost fell prey to the Skyler-monster!"

He lifted his hands and made them into mock claws, opening and closing them, feinting little grabs at her. Then he collapsed back down into the red-glowing water, floating on his back, smiling up at the starry sky. He lay like that for a while, then sucked in some of the hot water, made an "o" shape with his mouth and spewed it at her face in a perfectly round stream, as if it came from a water fountain. More amused laughter. He loved teasing girls.

Of course, he knew Sarah's revenge was pending. Hopefully it wouldn't be too harsh.

Knowing the girl was probably getting tired, he stepped out of the jacuzzi, twinkling rivulets of water dripping down his slender frame. He made an adjustment to his swimming trunks, grabbing them by the waistband and hiking them up. He'd forgotten to tighten the drawstring, and the weight of the water was threatening to sag them down far enough to reveal the place where that little "V" of his lower abdomen came together. Sarah probably wouldn't appreciate getting flashed.

After everything was in order, he picked up a beach towel from a stack of them sitting in a nearby lawn chair. He offered his hand to help her out, holding the towel open for her. "C'mon, I'll walk you to that sweet car of yours."