Bridgette was deadbeat when she awoke the next day. This was understandable; she had spent the night as a vagrant, finally settling near a beach house. Her amber hair was utterly ruffled from the lack of sleep, while shady circles encompassed her eyes. Trudging around wearily without purpose, she heard someone call her name.
"Malibu!"
The rule violator Duncan owned the beach house? In addition, from the looks of the adornment, it did not come cheap at all. Bridgette's heart fluttered for a moment. From the lurid hellhole of Alejandro's condominium, she had arrived at a place close to home.
Inside, the furnishing also radiated genteelness. The finest birch wood composed the base of the bed. Its mattress made one feel as snug as a bug in a rug. The bookshelf housed an incongruity of reading material, a collection that easily rivaled Noah's. Just outside the window, waves crashed against the pristine beach. The blonde surfer had to pinch herself. This was indeed her dream home. Someone, specifically a delinquent who was better known for getting into hot soup, was living here and had even allowed her to stay without charge. This was all so surreal.
"Like it?" the rebel asked. "I can let you reside here for free,"
"Really, you must have a trick up your sleeve," the surfer girl seemed unconvinced by such a lucrative deal.
"No frills, babe. No need to cough up the rent, too. It feels so derelict here since Princess and I went our separate ways,"
"Well, I will be your guest, since you crave for it so much,"
The first order of business was to head down to the mall for new swimwear. Duncan met up with some of his street shaman friends. Bridgette naturally headed for the swimwear store, selecting some new bikinis in preparation for abundant surfing opportunities at the beach house. However, as much as Bridgette wanted to circumvent him, the Hispanic guy loomed large. Stepping into the store opposite, it was clear as day that he had new arm candy. The provocatively dressed blonde ran her hand through Alejandro's hair suggestively. She even had the gall to purr his name. The playboy did not seem to mind that Bridgette had left just less than a day ago, from the way he felt her curves ever so covetously. It was as if a scimitar had driven through her heart. Even though her heart had already shattered into little pieces, she still wanted Alejandro, and seeing this heart-rending scene left her contrite indeed. Holding back the waterworks, Bridgette decided to leave the dreaded mall as fast as her legs could carry her.
On the homeward journey, Bridgette was peculiarly taciturn. Duncan knew she had seen that bitch, but she could do nothing about it, for that would create a ruckus. His heart latently ached for the usually outgoing surfer girl. Slowly but surely, this feeling was morphing from pity into affection.
When they returned to their quarters, Bridgette put herself under lock and key. Then the tears started percolating like a heavy rain cloud. The sociable teen had not wept in public. Even when she was astounded, she did not shed tears. Since Alejandro's abusive acts, it had been a totally different story. It was as if a black hole had engulfed her self-esteem, until there was nothing left to give. From an affable damsel, she had turned into a reclusive turtle, silently contented to reside in her shell. Duncan was no fool. When Bridgette finally came out, her typically beautiful lazy eyes betrayed her. They had a ruby tinge to them and were puffy. For the second time that day, Duncan felt a twinge in his heart. It was steadily growing in magnitude. That night, Bridgette was unable to fall asleep. Duncan attempted to shut his eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. The surfer girl's blonde bangs just kept on entering his train of thought. When Duncan finally took forty winks, Bridgette walked towards her bag. Removing a pink and black set of unmentionables, she couldn't help but lick her lips in exuberance.
"Duncan, you have helped me a lot. Now it's time for me to reciprocate," she thought. Spurred on by this newfound enthusiasm, Bridgette finally was able to repose peacefully.
The next day was extremely exciting. Bridgette's afflictions had more than enough recovered, permitting her to breathe in sea salt and ride the waves at the nearby beach. The outdoor-savvy girl was only too happy to embrace this change. Even though Duncan was no pro in surfing, they still had a blast at the beach. In fact, Bridgette was so confident that she even flaunted her new saffron bikini, something she had reservations doing in the past. Little did Duncan know that their fun had barely commenced. The fortunate delinquent was in for an exquisite treat.
After the enriching but enervating workout, Duncan naturally required a glass of water. Capitalizing on this, the skilful surfer girl slipped in a sleeping pill and watched in earnest as it dissipated into the water. Duncan was a tad suspicious when the drink arrived, but he still consumed it in a jiffy. It was not long before the delinquent's head began to spin. Suffering from hampered orientation, Duncan was soon out like a light. Summoning enough strength to drape the rebel's sturdy bicep over her shoulder, Bridgette brought him to his bed. In an instant her jean shorts dropped to her ankles...
"Oh fuck," Duncan had a migraine when he finally rose. When he saw that Bridgette was no longer in the vicinity, he threatened to curse audibly, thinking that the boyfriend violence was nothing but a ruse. As soon as the surfer girl came into view, he quickly took that back. Bridgette was dressed as a video vixen. She was clad in an unelaborated bathrobe, which revealed the onyx and fuchsia lace underneath. As she danced seductively, Duncan's eyeballs were spinning in his eyes like slot machines. He knew that Bridgette was hot without needing to show it. The performance for him today just took her allure to a whole new dimension. He typically flapped his gums a lot when it came to seduction, teasing Courtney about their 'secret activities'. This time it couldn't be more different. Duncan was swept off his feet. Not one word came out from his now open mouth, as drivel flowed down from opposite ends uncontrollably. It made his fine bed damp, but the renegade did not seem to mind, with both eyes transfixed on the beach girl swiveling her hips. The bulge in his pants was as clear as day. The sunshine surfer grinned in approval at the protrusion.
The show could only get better from here. With the poise of a professional, Bridgette libidinously peeled off her robe. Now her C-cups were displayed to the viewing world. Her golden globes, a result of constant working out and surfing in the incandescent sun, instantaneously entranced Duncan. They now showcased a nice tan. This was true for her delicate face and lovely legs as well. Simply put, her body looked like a work of art. It was flawless perfection.
"I have been really insubordinate today, Duncan," she purred while crawling on all fours towards Duncan.
"Yes, you have, Malibu. Now it's time for you to be punished," Duncan was only too eager to help her across his lap.
Duncan zealously raised his hand and brought it back down onto her twin hills. As the sound of his palm meeting her ample booty resonated, Bridgette duly responded with a gratifying moan. These turned into melodious cries with each smack. This continued until her cheeks were rose-tinted. The delinquent could already feel her wetness underneath the crochet, which only caused his cock to stiffen like it was composed of icicles.
"Have you learnt your lesson, Malibu," Duncan questioned, almost tripping over the facile line due to his exhilaration.
"No, I haven't. I want more," Like the rule violator, Bridgette was also having a whale of a time and did not want this exchange to cease.
From the position on his lap, Duncan fiddled with the wave warrior's bra strap. It failed to pose a problem for the delinquent's deft hands, picked up from the lock picking that he used to do on a regular basis. He now had the surfer's curvaceous melons to himself.
Without procrastinating, Duncan caressed her left breast like a tropical breeze. Its roundedness and firmness exemplified the surfer girl's perseverance, but more importantly gave the rule breaker abundant satisfaction. He acted like a steed would towards a river, making sure not to miss a single detail of her ample mammary. Finally making his way to the center where her slightly darker nipple resided, Duncan lapped in earnest. The rebel was a natural pro at this; as Bridgette was on the verge of crying out already. Once Duncan hit the bullseye, it was inevitable that she vociferated. This vociferation got more audible, but also more mellow when the street kid did the same to her right teat.
Having let the iconoclast lead the way, Bridgette was not to be outdone. While Duncan was still euphoric over what went down earlier, she dove at the 'hump' in the delinquent's shorts. She surprisingly managed to tackle her sturdier partner to the ground.
"Checkmate," she uttered provocatively.
"Well, this is a chess game I'm willing..." Before Duncan could utter "lose", an active Bridgette was already on him. Pulling down his pants revealed powder white boxers. From there she unearthed his "treasure", which caused her to exclaim in shock. The typical female would have done so. His length and girth could put Alejandro to shame. He measured up to 10 inches long and 5 inches wide. The surfer girl was famished, so she did not think twice before placing his tip in between her full lips. His 'sausage' was so palatable that it could have been mistaken for the real deal. The surfer made her way down Duncan's hot dog in earnest. Even though the dick could barely fit in, it still provided consistent pleasure for the both of them. Bridgette was so good at this that the former anarchist began to display obvious signs of weakness. He began to moan unconditionally, just like his significant other had did earlier. It seemed that to her, the gag reflex was inconsequential. Soon the tough guy yielded. He could not retain his coconut juice and dispatched all of the milky goodness down her throat, which the sunshine maiden was only too happy to receive.
After brushing away Duncan's excretion, there was one thing left to do. She removed her soaking panties and kicked them casually to the side. Duncan's eyes threatened to depart from their sockets as the orifices in the rump area were indeed very inviting. Bridgette wiggled her ass, causing Duncan to slap it again playfully. The delinquent's hockey stick was getting turgid already once more, despite having just come a few moments ago. The blonde bombshell pulled his phallus upright, before sitting down on it, such that it entered her shaft in the cowgirl position, similar to a camera on a tripod. Pain rushed through her body as the massive member came through, but this was swiftly replaced by bliss at being penetrated by the man she truly loved. She bobbed up and down, her buoyant breasts jiggling all this time. It was as though she was in the water, riding off the momentum of the swash and backwash. Similarily, Duncan groaned in elation as his "missile" entered her tight shaft.
Sweat beads gradually began to multiply as they picked up the pace. Both their tame grunts turned to vocal shouts as the second hand moved. Duncan decided to push a little further in, and that made Bridgette's day. Screaming the bad boy's name one last time, she expelled her juices onto her lover's crotch area. The tangy sensation of her juices flowing onto his privates was just enough to send him over. Just seconds later, Duncan let out one final primal scream, before pelting Bridgette's inner walls with his cream.
Burned out from the amazing intercourse they just experienced, the new couple just lay prostate on the bed. It was so memorable that the duo felt like they just made a trip to Heaven. After they regained their bearings, Bridgette then snuggled up to Duncan's sinewy and warm body, enjoying the new bond they just formed.
Unbeknownst to them, someone was watching from their quarters.
"Bridgette, you think that you could escape my eye? Think again, I sent someone to place a surveillance camera beside your window. Lo and behold, I catch some amusing scenes indeed. It won't matter anyway, because one by one, you're all going down!"
Evil laughter soon ensues.
That's a wrap for Chapter 2. Seems like the Arch-Villain Alejandro has something in mind for the new couple. To find out more, stay tuned for the next chapter of New Beginning!