“Sounds good to me. A burger and half-a-dozen cold beers will taste good right about now.”
Twenty minutes later, after some quick unpacking, Beth was dressed and ready.
“Wow,” Marty said, his eyes taking in, for the first time, the sight of her in the side-laced daisy duke shorts. A bikini top, black to match the little shorts’ laces, cradled her big breasts in a way that said Look at these! They’re fuckin’ F cups, y’all! To tone down her prodigious cleavage just a touch, she wore a new cover-up on top, long sleeved and short cropped, though it didn’t really do any covering, it’s wide-hole fishnet showing off the goods in a most provocative way.
“Too much all at once?” she asked, trying to judge the look on Marty’s face.
“It’s a lot, but that’s because you’re a lot. A lot sexy. You look amazing. What would the PTA moms say?”
“Oh, God, remember all that? I’m so glad I’m not a school mom anymore. My wine mom friends are much cooler.”
“Yeah, they are. Are they still talking about…the ‘rumored’ gangbang?”
Beth smirked. “No. It’s been a couple weeks now with no mention of anything. God, that gossiping went on forever. I guess I don’t blame them, I would have been all curious, too. I guess we dodged a bullet. Tyler and those nice boys, they kept my secret.”
“Yeah, but I’d still like to know how the rumor got started. Somebody said something.”
Beth nodded, not wanting to tell Marty the truth. She’d been so proud of herself, so ecstatic over having wild sex with four of the neighborhood’s cute boys, she’d leaked the rumor herself at the hair salon, saying that she’d heard that it was “some woman who wanted it,” never thinking that the frisky falsehood would blow up like wildfire and almost burn her. She most certainly hadn’t mentioned any of the boys’ names, though. She had no idea how her friend Janet had learned about any of that.
The blast of summer heat and humidity that she and Marty felt when they left the air-conditioned house surprised them. “Jesus, it’s hot down here this time of year. Good thing the bar is…right here!” said Beth, smiling. “Maybe we should move next to a bar back home.”
“It’s not hotter than your ass, I’ll tell you that,” said Marty, dropping back to get a better look at it before Beth walked into the blessed cool of the bar room.
“Y’all can sit anywhere if you’re eatin’,” a cute waitress said. “Specials are up on the board.”
A whole lot of male eyes followed Beth to a table where she knew she’d be seen, the perfect landing spot to pig out on some pub food and drink down some cold beers.
When the waitress came to take their drink order, Marty asked, “What’s your finest beer?”
“Budweiser drafts are a dollar. Pitchers are five bucks. That’s what most folks get.”
“A bargain. We’ll take a pitcher.”
Returning with the beer just a minute later, the waitress asked, “Y’all on vacation?”
“Yes,” Beth said. “We’re staying next door. The little gray house.”
“Oh my God, really? Did you buy that place? That’d make my boss really happy.”
“No, we just took over a timeshare week from a friend. A friend of my Mom’s.”
“Oh, yeah, see…that place is all old people. They complain about everything. My boss has been trying to buy it, but, the company that owns it won’t sell.”
“I see on the specials board that you have a bikini contest every Friday,” Beth said. “Do you do it out back, at that outdoor bar we saw?”
“No, we do the contests inside on the stage. It’d be fun out on the back terrace, or on the beach, but, the customers all like it when the girls go a little wild, so…”
“Ooo, nice,” Beth said, smiling. “Where do I sign up?”
“You gonna give it a try?” said the waitress, smiling, letting her eyes drift downward. “Oh, yeah, you’ll do great. Big tits are a big thing around here. Maybe everywhere. You just sign up day of. I’d say, show up around eight o’clock. It sorta leads right into when the band starts playin’.”
Beth nodded. “Maybe we’ll come earlier and have a couple drinks.”
“Yeah, for sure,” the waitress said, smiling. “Catch a nice buzz and shake those titties. It gets kinda loud in here. It’s pretty fun.”
The bar room’s pool table, off in a quiet corner, went unused while Marty and Beth waited for their food. Eventually though, two men started a game, and Beth was glad to see that the bar seemed to be a comfortable place for these ‘men of color’ to hang out. Before arriving in Panama City Beth had wondered if this part of Florida was racially tolerant, but here, in this little bar-room-sized corner of the city, it appeared to be.
The cute waitress brought the burgers and fries, along with a fresh pitcher of beer. Beth had a perfect view of the two strangers playing pool, so as she ate she watched them with twinkling eyes as they took turns bending over the table to take their shots.
“Good looking guys,” Marty said, smirking, as he wiped some burger juice from his lips. “You haven’t played in a while.”
“What’s that supposed to mean!” said Beth, her wide eyes playfully surprised. “Are you taking about…the boys? ”
Marty chuckled, holding his napkin over his mouth. No, but, now that you mention it. Wow, you’ve got sex on the brain…”
“Where else should I have it!” said Beth, surprised and embarrassed.
“Tell you what, after you eat, ask them for a game,” Marty said, his throat feeling the cool tingle after a nice swig of cold beer. “I’m sure, with you in those shorts, they’ll want to follow you anywhere. I’m all in if you are. We’re a long way from home.”
“Marty! I’m…surprised. You wouldn’t…mind…that? I mean, wow!”
“Eat up, Hun. You don’t want them to leave before you’re ready.”
Marty bit deep into his good burger, watching the wheels turn in Beth’s head. Her eyes glanced at the two men, not staring like she’d been doing. There was a whole lot of thinking going on, Marty could tell.
He smiled when her reaches for the french fries became swifter, the bites of her cheeseburger bigger. It was all subtle, but yes, she was working toward something, he was pretty sure. “When’s the last time you played pool?” he asked, trying to remember.
“It’s been a while. Will I make a fool of myself? Will they know I’m…flirting?”
“Yeah, they’ll know, if you’re doing it right.”
“Marty, I don’t know about this. Are you…sure?”
“Like I said, we’re a long way from home. I’m getting a fun vibe from this place.”
“Yeah, me too. There was a bar back in college, in Syracuse, it didn’t have pool, but it was so comfortable, like this. It seemed like everybody from the city was there. Black, white, bikers, dressed up people. There was incredible music, blues mostly. Oh my God, you would have loved it.”
“Yeah, sounds awesome. Meanwhile…those guys over there would like to meet you.”
“Marty! What are you, my pimp now? What’s gotten into you?”
“I guess, you and those boys last month. I got a kick out of it.”
“A kick? ”
“Yeah, you know, it turned me on. I told you. The way you were, the way you sounded. I wouldn’t mind seeing that again, hearing that again.”
Beth sat still, shaking her head. Surprise, love, and excitement showed in her eyes in equal measure. “Marty Berenstine, you continue to surprise me. You know I love you, forever and ever, right?”