Chapter Two
Tyler
This summer is going to suck…I thought as I kicked it back on my bed, listening to my headphones blaring. Even when I was alone, I kept up the charade, just in case there was anyone around that would get the wrong idea and actually want to show me anything. Between being away from my friends and not knowing anyone here, I groaned and rolled my eyes as I took in the unfamiliar scent of the old house.
It had its charms, I guessed, but ultimately, it was like every other house that I had ever been in; the one saving grace was that it just happened to have the beach as a backyard. “If I have to be stuck here, at least we’re on a beach,” I grumbled to myself, knowing full-well that I could use my charisma and downright charming demeanor at any time to make new friends in this strange place.
After all, I could talk to pretty much anyone. Women swooned over me at home, so why should the beach be any different?
No, despite my actions and forced thoughts, I was actually looking forward to this summer far more than I would ever admit to myself.
After all, I did have my own room, which was cool. This was the first vacation where I didn’t have to share my space with anyone, but it wasn’t like it was going to matter much anyway.
As I heard my mother and new stepfather downstairs, falling all over each other in what I presumed was a somewhat forced, extended honeymoon phase, I thought, it isn’t like they were aware there was a planet Earth anymore anyway. The two of them were so wrapped up in one another, it was like he was still trying to get in her pants, even though they were married. I’ve heard the two of them, quite frequently getting it on in various rooms throughout the house where they had moved after my mom married this guy. Old people sex…Gross. I felt my lip snarl at the thought, before I rolled off of my bed onto the floor, turned my music up and began my ritual of pushups.
While I was here, I was looking forward to not only working on my tan, but also picking up some hot ladies with whom to share my bed.
After all, it should be pretty simple, since my mother and stepfather were still up one another’s asses and rarely took notice of what I did, so long as it didn’t interfere with their plans.
Plus, in addition to adding a few more notches to my bedpost, I was also interested in what kind of attention I could gain for my typical beach body. Therefore, I knew that I had to keep up with my exercises, just in case.
Since I hadn’t been to the beach since I was very young, I was extremely curious at exactly what this area had to offer a man with such a handsome, cocky and assured sense of self-worth.
My body easily glided through the first fifty, but then I began to feel the prickle of discomfort as my muscles strained to accommodate the motions, while keeping in the even stride. My music wasn’t much help to keep a pace though, because it was far too slow. If I kept any kind of rhythm from what was blaring into my ears, I would never make it to my goal of one hundred pushups in one sitting.
As I continued, I began to feel my back heat up with the force of the exercise. I moved up and down, up and down, faster, stronger and more efficiently. The stronger I was physically, the better I could make myself in every aspect of my life. I lived for fitness. I needed to feel powerful and I did.
There were very few situations where I felt out of control. I knew how to manipulate people, almost at an expert level. It was a gift, and my physical stature, my strength, only made that gift more prominent.
I smiled as I reminded myself that there were only twenty more to go. By now, I could feel every inch of my body beginning to burn with the power that came from growing stronger. My breath was still just as even as my stride, which was a big deal to me. I needed to ensure that whatever situation I got myself into, I never showed it that I was fearful.
I had spent too many years being fearful. I had made one promise to myself: that I would never feel that way again. Sure, I was in every situation for my own personal gain, but I liked it that way. I was the only one who could let myself down, and I always found a way to have the power so that didn’t happen. I was confident in myself and intrigued by everything that surrounded me.
I was used to getting what I wanted. For years, I had perfected the art of getting exactly what I was after, no matter what the cost. I learned at a young age that the only person who was going to get me what I wanted was myself, which spurred my attitude and foul mouth. This trait, which I kept so dear to my heart, in the effort of survival, tended to get me into a lot of trouble. However, I was always able to hold my own.
Yet, part of that assurance was the knowledge that there was always the risk of it all catching up to me. I knew that, I understood that, and that was a good reason to just keep moving forward, being the best that I could be, and realizing that I was the creator of my own destiny.
However, the only thing that I knew I needed to find, rather quickly, was a place to work out that would bring the heat like my gym back home. As encouraging as the pushups were, it wasn’t nearly the extent that I needed to keep up with my training.
Once I found a gym and perhaps a couple of strongest man competitions to boost my ego, I would be all set. I snickered as I reached the last stretch of my pushups, feeling the singing in my lungs and throughout my body. I didn’t really need a stroke to my ego. It was big and prideful enough, but there was no harm in making me feel better about myself.
After all, this was a chance to conquer new ground. Back at home, I had already won all of the competitions multiple times and therefore, it was beginning to get a little boring. In fact, in recent years, I had even noticed a decrease in attendance and effort, for it was obvious who was going to take home the championship.
But all I ever cared about was giving myself a challenge, since I made sure that I was better than my competition before the day to prove it even arrived. So when others didn’t try to beat me, I almost felt like a failure, and that was unacceptable. I needed a challenge to beat, for I was really only competing with myself anyway.
Therefore, I had known for a long time that I needed a fresh competition, to breathe new life into my advancements. I figured with this area, and all of its allure to natural beauty and the need to achieve perfection, there had to be some kind of competition around here.
After all, this was a beach town, so while I didn’t bother to look up the extent to which the area had any competitions, I also didn’t anticipate any problems.
Once I reached one hundred, without having even broken a sweat, I pulled myself up easily and thought about running downstairs. After all, I needed to find something or someone to occupy my time with.
I was never in one place too long and I got bored quite easily; therefore, I was always looking for things and people with which to occupy my mind.
However, before I had a chance to turn around and head out of the room, I saw a car pull into the driveway of the beach house. I was certainly intrigued. I didn’t know who that car belonged to, but there was something about the way the car looked that told me there was a hot female inside of it.
What the fuck is this? I stopped to stare out the window with intrigue, careful not to be observed if she was looking up at the house. She sat there for a long time.
I was fascinated by the stranger and I wondered why she had decided not to get out of the car. Did she have the wrong address? I wondered, even though I didn’t really care, beyond my own self-interests.
There was minimal movement within the car, but every once and a while, I would get a glimpse of a carefully crafted waistline or a flash of hair, which kept me interested to find out why this woman was here.
Finally, my persistence and aversion to losing interest paid off as I watched a beautiful blond woman emerge from the driver’s side of the car.
I was right about her slender form and her luscious hair. However, her hair and her slim physique wasn’t the part of her that caught my attention. She was wearing cutoff shorts, which showcased her long, athletic legs, and a tank-top that helped pronounce her large, inviting breasts as she stood up straight and turned around to open the back car door. That revealed a perfectly firm, taut buttocks that caused my lips to slip into an appreciative smile.
It took quite a lot for me to feel that a woman, or anyone, was on the same level of physical attraction as myself, especially since I worked so hard to ensure I maintained my own standards. But I had to admit that this woman was pretty close.
“Damn…the wonders that I could show you…” I said to myself as I admired her from the window. With any luck, she is here to stay.
I had the thought that perhaps she was a neighbor or something, but I couldn’t help but notice that even from the distance, she looked vaguely familiar. However, I wasn’t here to see if I knew her before this. My only goal at the moment was to make a good impression in order to satisfy the needs that were awakening inside me.
In order not to waste any time, I turned and began my descent downstairs, hoping that I would be able to catch her sooner rather than later, and start laying on the charm right away.
However, as I made it down the creaking old stairs, I noticed that the woman was already making her way into the beach house….My beach house? I thought, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.
When the girl walked in the door, I spied my mother, finally detached from my stepfather for the moment. I moved over to stand by her. After all, a man standing by a woman, especially his mother, was supposed to be a sign that he was a good guy. I didn’t know about all of that, considering what I’d been told by people, women especially, who weren’t worthy of being or staying in contact with me, but it never hurt to give off that impression.
Quickly, my mother was joined by my stepfather.
That didn’t take long, I thought, but tried my best not to roll my eyes.
“Hi, Dad!” the woman said as she saw my stepfather.
Dad? I thought, looking at the girl, who now looked even more familiar than she did when she first made her way out of the car.
My stepfather moved toward her quickly and gave her a hug. “Hello, Ashley! How was the ride up here?”
Ashley? I thought, frantically trying to run back into my memory bank to figure out exactly what was going on. A haze of different proportioned women flashed to the front of my brain. Ashley is such a common name…So many whores… I thought, but when I came to the mental image of a woman dressed in one of the ugliest bridesmaid dresses I had ever seen, thanks to my mother, with her hair pulled back easily in an updo, I knew exactly where I remembered her from.
Wearing clothing that did not make her look like a Christmas tree had helped hide her appearance, since I was not aware there was such a glorious body underneath my mother’s horrible taste.
Part of me thought then and was even more convinced now, that she had done that on purpose. That way, none of the bridesmaids, nor the maid of honor, would have even had a chance at looking better than her in her decadent wedding dress. However, the thought that it was an insurance policy was pushed aside in my mind, because of my mother’s naturally gaudy taste and insufficiency to think that far ahead about anything. But now, looking at Ashley, I might not have given my mother the credit she deserved.
I looked over and glanced up and down quickly, testing my theory and thought, well, if it was my wedding and I had that body, against that bridesmaid, I would sabotage her looks; without question. Then, I sneered as I narrowed my eyes at my mother, feeling a sense of seething aggravation run through my veins before I shrugged and thought, you keep on insisting I am so much like my father. I tried my very best not to laugh, before I turned my attention back toward the scene unfolding in front of me.
When they broke apart, Ashley shrugged. “It was fine. How are you?”
“Good…Good…” My stepfather answered casually.
I could tell there was a significant amount of strain between the two of them. I knew there was something that I didn’t understand and perhaps, it was something that I would never know, but as my stepfather eliminated any doubt about who this woman was, I found that I wasn’t as deterred as perhaps I should have been. Instead, as we shook hands and I smiled in a charming fashion, feeling like I had just won the lottery and telling her that I remembered her well, I had a sense that instead of being a challenge, this beautiful new notch in my bedpost was going to be extremely easy prey.