Beth's Summer Break Pt. 01

BETH'S SUMMER BREAK Part One - THE DETECTIVE

Beth turns detective to discover what her father's girlfriend is up to.

Part one of a series exploring the adventures of the lovely Bethany and her father's new girlfriend Gina as they negotiate a long, hot incident packed summer together.

PROLOGUE -- BETH

I am just about ready. The overnight bag is packed full of goodies.

Oh and what goodies there are!

Gina is putting her own finishing touches in her bedroom along the corridor. Putting just the right amount of spray onto that platinum blonde hair to keep it looking natural. Ensuring her make-up is immaculate, applying just the right amount of Chanel.

Everything has to be perfect with Gina. Everything has to be expensive and carefully considered. Only designer labels and haute couture are allowed.

Not like me, where everything gets thrown on at the last minute.

Gina wears clothes by Gaultier and Dolce and Gabbana. I wear t-shirts from Megadeth and Doc Martens from charity shops.

And that was a small part of why I hated her. The real reason came later.

At least, I hated her until last Friday. Amazing how quickly things can change.

Since then we have planned this afternoon down to the last detail and we are both trembling with excitement at what is to come.

Mike is going to get the shock of his life in an hour or so, and that gives me a bit of time to tell you just exactly how we got to where we are today.

It may take a while, so before you read on, get yourself a nice long drink and make yourself comfortable. Loosen off any tight fitting garments and make sure you have easy access to those parts of the body that may become long stiff and hard, or damp sticky and soft depending upon which half of the species you call home.

I'm wet already just thinking about it. But as will become apparent, my default state down below the waterline is comfortably moist, so it is no real surprise.

First let me introduce myself.

Bethany Alexandra Allegra Hamilton at your service.

But that is a bit of a mouthful, and whilst I am always quite partial to a good mouthful, let's just keep it simple.

You can call me Beth.

So how are you?

Good, glad to hear it.

Oh, myself?

Well all in all I am in pretty good spirits at the moment thanks, but from the start of the summer break until a few days ago? Well I'll just paraphrase the old Smith's song.

Heaven Knows I Was Miserable Then.

PART ONE -- BETH

The great summer break had started and my flat in Durham was being refurbished, so my student pals and I were homeless for a few months.

I had little choice in where to stay.

It was looking for all the world like a summer with Mum in the middle of nowhere in rural Somerset. Quite a nice place, but the trouble is she is all loved up with her new husband, and whilst he is a nice guy I don't want to play gooseberry to two 45 year olds trying to get their lives back on track.

Dad was also with his new girlfriend, Gina, living in a pretty market town about an hour out of London. They had been together a few months now, and I had met her a few times, but unfortunately even at this early stage the omens were not so good.

Which is why I was gobsmacked when she suggested I stay with them, or more accurately her, for the duration. Not quite the place for a horny little 21 year old, but as I had no other choice...

They were staying in the North East as Dad was at a conference, so we met for lunch. We were in the pub garden after what turned out to be a fairly decent lunch and Dad mentioned my upcoming plight to Gina. To my abject horror, and totally unexpectedly, she offered to let me stay at her place.

"Oh, Andrew, we can't have the poor girl homeless. There's plenty of room. I'm sure she'll be no bother."

Dad looked at me. He knows my 'please, no, anything but' look from long experience. "Well it sounds fine, Gina, but don't forget I've got my lecture tour coming up. Chances are I'll be away in Dubai and the Far East for a lot of the summer."

Gina smiled her winning smile. "Well that's ok then Andrew, it will be a nice little bit of company for me, and Bethany and I can get to know each other properly at last." She nodded decisively at me putting a huge full stop on the brief argument. "It's settled -- I won't take no for an answer."

She can be very persuasive, can Gina. We both gave in and I was crestfallen.

I moved my stuff in at the start of the summer vac, just as Dad set of for his big tour, so from more or less the start, it was just me and Gina rattling round in her big, and admitted lovely old house, and it didn't take long for things to start going wrong.

She is everything I am not -- at 41 she is still incredibly well maintained, even without her expensive and extensive makeup. She is the sort of woman that has men running around after her with their tongues hanging out and loves every minute of it. That shoulder length platinum hair, immaculately styled Escort and no doubt costing a fortune every two weeks, a pair of 34D boobs that I can only dream about.

She was welcoming at first, and we made small talk around the house as we occasionally bumped into each other and I got settled in. On the second or third night, as I was going to bed, she stopped me on the upstairs landing and gave me the house rules.

"Now you've settled in, just a few things to mention, Bethany love. You know, while you're here." And the unspoken, in my house, at my invitation.

Oh great, I am so into 'rules'.

"First and most importantly. I know you like a cigarette now and again, but not in here please, Bethany, ok?"

Well, no it's not ok, but that's not going to matter is it? I thought grumpily.

"This is a strictly no smoking house." She added, holding up a warning finger for emphasis.

I nodded mutely. The look she had given me when I lit up in the pub garden the other week came back to me. It was one of pure distaste. My first, but by no means last 'Gina stare'.

"Now, I know you'll be good there so I won't mention it again. So, you can help yourself to anything in the kitchen, there's loads of wine. Mainly red, and there are hundreds of bottles under the stairs, so I won't miss one or two, eh? No cigs, but wine -- well, I can't do without it so you're welcome to share! Erm, what else? My office downstairs off limits... usually locked anyway... " She paused, thinking for a moment.

I couldn't get a word in edgeways as she gushed on.

"Oh, yes of course so -- boyfriends. No problems if you want to bring someone back here, I can imagine you are dying to, eh? Well you can. As long as you are..." and she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper and put her fingers to her lips, "quiet! I know what I was like at your age, so..." She trailed off and smiled a wicked little smile, leaving anything else to my imagination.

Oh shit, I thought I was going to get a nudge and a wink. I was squirming.

"Ok, thanks, I'll bear it in mind. I'm not at the moment... with anyone, so-"

"What?" She looked horrified. She put her hands in my hair and stroked my cheek with the back of one hand, staring into my eyes.

She cupped my chin in both hands. "Oh poor Bethany. That's terrible! Lovely little thing like you. No boyfriend?" She shook her head sadly and looked me up and down, appraising me. Another shake and she moved away towards her room.

She stopped at the door and looked back at me and gave me a puzzled look. "What a waste!"

Unable to respond, I managed a weak little smile and went to bed still feeling the warmth of her hand on my face, slightly disturbed that I had found her touch extremely pleasant indeed.

And I hadn't thought to ask her about bringing girls back. Damn.

The next morning I was up reasonably early, well for me anyway, and heading down for a coffee when Gina came out of the bathroom next to my room, wrapped in a large towel. I was sure she had en-suite, so I was a bit puzzled as to why she was using the external bathroom.

"Morning, sleep well?"

"Mmm, great thanks. Nice room."

"Good, anything you need, just let me know. Oops!"

She laughed and jumped a little as the towel she was wearing unravelled and slipped to the floor. To hide my embarrassment, I bent to pick it up just as she did and we both ended up kneeling on the floor with one end each, and me staring straight at her 34Ds. She smelled fresh from the shower and her skin was glowing, hair damp and flat to her head for once instead of flowing beautifully to her shoulders. She still looked great.

"Sorry, Bethany, how embarrassing," she laughed, seeming anything but embarrassed. She took the end of the towel from me slowly, looking at my face. "Thanks, petal." She seemed to be gauging my reaction more than anything and I tried not to stare too hard, but it was difficult not to.

She casually flicked the towel over her shoulder, not bothering to cover herself up, giving me another fine view of her breasts. They really were a sight to behold. She wriggled a little uncomfortably and with a look of distaste, glanced down between her legs, which were slightly apart.

"Oh Gina, what you like? Missed a bit!"

She tugged the towel free from her shoulder and began to rub it purposefully between her legs, and as she did I realised that she had a one hell of a blonde Brazilian. Either she was doing a great dye job or she was still natural. I watched her dry herself off rather more closely than I intended.

She shook her head as if unable to believe her own stupidity and laughed. "I don't know, get to my age and can't even dry myself properly!"

One last hearty rub and a little grunt. I think she was enjoying this. "Right, that's better! I'll be down in a minute if you are doing coffee."

After that little interlude, there was no way I was sitting in the kitchen sipping coffee with her. I thought quickly. "Oh, no, sorry. I was heading out, going to Escort Bayan have a look around town, maybe grab one there."

"Ah ok then, I'll fend for myself. See you later, have a nice day then!" She retired to her room, now giving me a view of her perfect, peach-like arse.

I couldn't get out of the house quick enough.

As I wandered round the little market town, I thought back to the way she had touched me last night and the little show and tell from this morning, and a very alarming thought came crashing into my head.

I would love to fuck her.

At that stage I had no idea that she shared my proclivity for the same sex, but I am equally at home making out with girls and boys and do so at every available opportunity. Not that there was going to be much opportunity for a while, or so it seemed.

So there we have it, Ms. Gina Harcourt is my Dad's new other half, and I hated her whilst at the same time wishing I could explore the area just below her perfectly manicured Brazilian for a few hours and rub my little half peaches up against her full blown melons. She just has that look about her, you know the one. I half expect her to turn up on one of the 'MILF fucks the babysitter' websites that I ahem have been told that may exist should one know where to find them.

Truth be told, I do know where to find them actually. On the favourites bar of Google Chrome on my laptop. Under the tab that says R