Please read the Introduction if you haven't read me before...

Voyeurism is statistically the most common kink in the western world. Reality TV, tabloids, pornography, or just letting your gaze linger on a pretty pair of breasts in a bikini on a Sunday afternoon - it's so common that it doesn't even count as a fetish any more. Everybody likes to watch. But it's a special person that likes to be watched.

Her attitude was pure business as she greeted the host at the door. She pretended not to notice but I watched the guy's eyes slide lewdly from her loose t-top and exposed bra down the peek-a-boo lace to her short skirt. He never looked at me, but that's cool.

"I guess you're Veronica?" he asked, holding his hand out with a certain kind of smirk that irritated me.

"Call me Very!" She held out her hand.

"Very what?" he said. Slick probably thought he was the first to come up with that.

Very's answer always changed. I think she prided herself on the variations she came up with. She never gave in and used the easy ones, like Very Hungry, Very Horny, Very Tired. It was a good gimmick I guess - she always came off as clever on her first impressions.

She smiled charmingly and answered, "Very uncomplicated, baby. At least today."

When it came my turn to ask her not so long ago, the first time we met, "Very what?", she answered, "Very lonely and wishing somebody would ask me to dance." After the dance, I asked her, "What's your name, really?"

"My mom named me Veronica, but really, everybody just calls me Very."

It's funny the little things that create attraction between people. I mean, there were plenty of things about Very that attracted me to her, but her personality and her attitude were among the biggest factors, beginning with those first few words.

We went to a movie - yeah I know, world's most boring date. Well, I try to make it up other ways, you know? Anyway, at the movie we kissed through the whole thing in the back of the theater, with lots of people all around. I mean it's not like we were high school kids with no place else to go, but there was just something really electrifying about knowing - not just thinking but knowing - that people were watching. Our first time together was great and everything, but the kind of hot that Very got when we were just necking in a crowded theater was orders of magnitude hotter than that first time horizontal. I got pretty bold, or at least it seemed that way to me, and by the time we left the theater there was an unspoken agreement that we had to find someplace, fast.

That someplace was the back seat of my car, in the 2nd floor of the parking structure, parked conveniently between a mini van and an SUV. Very's hands were grabbing at my pants before I got the door of the car closed behind me, and let me tell you a little enthusiasm goes a long way (and a lot of enthusiasm blows my circuits completely). As Very grabbed at my root, I slipped my hands under her stretch pants and found out just how enthusiastic she really was. Damn that was something, just thinking about that sex in my car now a year later makes me horny all over again.

Very and I walked into the party unapologetically late, empty-handed, and thirsty. Rich people sure know how to throw a party, I thought to myself (not for the first time). I would have been happy with Budweiser with chips and dip, but Slick put on the real deal: tiny sandwiches with no crusts, veggies with dip, imported beer, twelve different kinds of tequila - in short the whole nine yards, and believe me I enjoyed every inch of the expensive catered fare.

The stereo was playing that hopelessly mature post-punk college-rock crap that I'd gotten so sick of, and soon enough I was dipping to the annoyingly catchy rhythm and singing along to the overplayed mindless lyrics as I smiled at the people mingling around me. I love parties, no matter how loud and wild or quiet and boring they might be - just having people around me, dressed up and drinking, willing to smile and chat for a few minutes as I walk past them through the rooms with my beer and plate of goodies: it never fails to bring my mood up to be around any kind of party vibe. But the best part was what it did for Very.

It must have seemed to Very like I was dense, as slow as I was to catch on to how much she liked an audience. We'd fool around in a restaurant, and then I would laugh at her when she (I thought jokingly) suggested we find a stall in the men's room. By the time we were back at my place she had inevitably cooled down, and the sex was... well it still didn't seem so bad to me, but I knew on some level it wasn't what it could be.

After a little while, well... I guess she wasn't calling me back right away. I could feel the spark between us starting to fade, and it left me depressed. When she took my call I asked her to come to my place for a special dinner. She was busy. Next time I had her attention I suggested a movie rental night, take out and a big blanket on her couch. Sorry, I'm not feeling so well, she said.

And then I suggested a day at the beach, and suddenly I heard the light come back on in her voice. Pick me up at 10 on Saturday, she said. Like some kind of instinct, I felt like it was my last chance.

I washed my car. I bought a new swimsuit. I watched the weather report with fingers crossed for a perfect beach day on Saturday. I daydreamed about spreading sun block on Very's smooth skin, tracing the edges of her suit with coppertone-creamy fingers.

By sheer effort of will I managed to wait until 9:55 before arriving at Very's driveway. As I walked towards her door it opened, and out came twice as many girls in beachwear as I was expecting.

Very smiled at me and told me a story about an old roommate and her boyfriend arguing, the former innocent getting thrown out by the latter geek over nothing worth mentioning. She went on to tell me how it was necessary for this old roommate to accompany us to the beach today because, well... she couldn't be expected to spend the day alone, now, when she needed a friend most, could she?

The old roommate's name was Amy, and she looked sincerely abashed at being the third wheel, so I tried my best not to look disappointed as I stashed their beach bags in my car.

The day started dismally, with Very and Amy commiserating while I pushed the warm sand around with my toes. After a while, though, Very pulled me away and thanked me for being understanding about having her friend along on our date. We walked down to the water's edge as Very told me the short version of her friend's story, rolling her eyes over how awful the boyfriend was.

I said, "Yeah, sounds like he sucks." I smiled at her and added, "Hey at least we're not all bad."

Very gave me a warm smile and said, "Yeah, you're alright. Thanks for being nice about the ruined date. You know..."

She paused and I looked at her expectantly.

Then she said, "We should go to the movies again."

"Yeah?" I wasn't sure if she meant what I thought she meant.

"Yeah."

I stepped in close to her and asked, "Can we go now?"

Very laughed and kissed me. I kissed her back, more seriously. She is an amazing kisser, and she kisses just the way I like. She stood on the sand looking up into my face, and deliberately stepped closer so that her bikini-covered chest pressed against my bare stomach. It felt suddenly much warmer, and I know she felt me throb against her through my trunks.

Very's smile softened. Her lips parted as her body melted against me a little, and then she stepped back and said, "Wait here a sec."

She jogged up to trade a couple words with Amy. Then she kicked her sandals off and walked slowly back towards me, fixing me with this expression like the cat stalking the canary.

"Want to go swimming?" She asked with that same predatory grin.

The water felt cool but not too cold. There weren't too many people in the water, and those were clustered around the lifeguard fifty yards away. We waded out past where the small waves broke and we embraced, and Very kissed me with a seriousness that matched the growing desire I felt heating up in my chest.

Under the water I put my hands on her waist, feeling her smooth slender stomach bare and warm in my fingers. We clung tight in the water and kissed, and while we did I thought briefly about the people up on the beach who might be watching us right then. There weren't that many, but there were enough. I was sure somebody would notice us if we kept it up, and somehow that thought just made my desire flare like a bonfire inside my lungs and throat. I sucked on her lip as my hands moved over her body under the water. Very arched her back as my hand slid down and over the curve of her butt. Her suit was thin and it felt almost like she was naked, and then my fingers felt the edge of the fabric. I clutched at her butt, digging my fingertips into her skin just a little as I pulled her hard against me.

First I pushed my fingers under her suit a little, caressing the perfectly round cheeks of her ass. Then Very slid her hands up the back of my trunks until I felt her fingers grabbing my bare cheeks right back. I pushed it a little farther, sliding my hands over her breasts both over and under her bathing suit top. I felt conspicuous doing it, since the water was just deep enough to conceal most of the movement but not all of it. Very didn't seem to be concerned too much about who saw what, so before you knew it her top was pushed up over the top of her breasts and I squeezed and caressed them without obstacle.

And then under the water I felt Very push my suit down to my thighs. My cock was erect and the coldness of the ocean water flowing freely around me was a momentary shock, and then her hand wrapped around me and any chill was immediately gone.

"Oh god..." I moaned softly as her hand squeezed and stroked me under the water. She reached her other hand up to my neck and pulled me back down to kiss her some more. She practically grinded her mouth against mine, kissing me hard as she simultaneously stroked the erect length of my cock under the water. She moved closer so I could feel her body pressing and rubbing against the tip and then the entire length of me as her hand continued to stroke. I crouched lower in the water, beyond caring about where we were, just wanting more and more.

Very didn't let go of my cock as she wrapped her legs loosely around me, clinging to my waist in the water. As soon as I felt her bikini covered crotch rub against my swollen tip she started rubbing the head around firmly with her hand. She managed to hook the edge of her suit to the side and then I felt her pulling me toward her. My tip probed against her folds, she adjusted the aim slightly again with her fist still squeezing tight to my shaft, and suddenly I slipped between her folds and I felt her pussy open around the head of my cock. She was tight, but I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her firmly against me as I felt my cock sliding slowly, slowly, slowly deeper until I was completely buried, completely enveloped in the incredible slippery heat of her cunt.

The thought of the sunbathers up on the beach with a wide-open view of us fucking in the water didn't embarass me at all - it just made me feel lucky, prideful to have such a sexy and horny girl prove to anybody watching that she wanted me. Then I thought about how those people watching might be getting horny themselves at the sight and that made my cock throb and swell inside Very's tight pussy. I held her ass with my hands, bearing her weight easily in the water, and we moved against each other. The water sloshed and interfered when we moved too hard and fast, but we gradually found the thrust that satisfied both of our needs and didn't kick up too much turbulence.

"Oh fuck, yes, oh fuck me please make me cum..." Very called out in a husky voice as I firmly thrust my cock in and out of her. The thought of her cumming around my aching cock right then nearly drove me over the edge. I slowed as I pulled out and then paused before pushing back in, that lingering moment with seawater swirling around my shaft being just what it took to push back the rising tide of climax that had threatened to sweep through me. I took a couple more long slow strokes, and then pulled her body hard against me. The bouyancy of the water made standing there with her riding me, legs clutched around my hips, a breeze, but still it felt like I was a porn star - It felt like I was performing better than any porn star! Just then I felt her ass tense in my hands, and immediately her pussy started to clutch around my cock as she yelled an incomprehensible yell of pleasure and release. I could feel her cumming, squeezing and relaxing and squeezing again around my cock, and that combined with the sudden conviction that we had to have at least a couple people's attention with Very's loud scream drove me finally and completely over the edge into the most intense climax I'd ever experienced. Very's fingers clutched at my back, nails scratching and clawing at my skin as we fucked each other through our orgasms, which rose and ebbed in spasms through our bodies like the waves that rolled past us.

I could tell that most of the partygoers knew something big was coming up, and they certainly could pick out who among their numbers were the likely performers. People talked with me from a distance, the girls looked at my body much more blatantly than girls ever would under normal social conditions, and the guys sort of tried to avoid looking - they just talked to the air a few inches to my left. With Very both guys and girls would be devouring her with their eyes right now. This was all pretty normal. People that hire Very and me for a party usually invite their smaller group of only close friends, people they feel comfortable around under circumstances that could get decidely, well, explicit. We were the obvious strangers - we might as well have been wearing signs around our necks.

It's too bad. We always tell the host that it's much more fun to keep it all a secret, but they hardly ever do.

To be continued...

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