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Chapter 1 | Magnolia Cove
Chapter 1 | Part 1
Magnolia Cove
Something was wrong!
Scarlett’s body ached, sandwiched between the two policemen. Moaning in the dim, dripping hollow of the seaside cave, her breath coming in short, panicked wisps that fogged the cold air in front of her. How did things get this crazy?
How did things get this crazy?
Three days from now she and Natalie were meant to be unpacking in their college dorm room, giggling about clothes, and arguing about who got to fuck the cute guy across the hall first. But instead—here they were, naked with their hands bound at the mercy of a crazy woman and two pissed off policemen.
The two sheriff’s deputies were both fucking Scarlett at the same time, Cleo was penetrating her from the front and Leroy’s cock was in her ass, each pounding her with a steady dance of deep long thrusts like the endless pounding of waves against the cliff walls.
The young men were pissed, they thought the two girls were in love with them but they had just learned it was all a ruse. That they were just two more pawns in Slade Picken’s elaborate plan.
The thunderous crashing waves outside the cave growled against the rocks as if the whole ocean was telling Scarlett that something had gone terribly wrong.
Natalie knelt beside her, arms tied in the air, sticky and exhausted, hair plastered to her cheeks, that long black braid hanging across her shoulder and onto her breast. Her eyes darted toward the cave mouth every few seconds, hopeful that Slade and Becky might appear at any moment.
Except they were already ten minutes late, maybe more, Natalie had completely lost track of time.
And that was before she arrived.
Three months earlier.
The bus hissed to a stop beside the sun-bleached sign that read Welcome to Magnolia Cove — Est. 1894. The air outside was heavy with salt and the faint sweetness of magnolia. Natalie stepped down onto the cracked pavement, her small suitcase bumping against her leg, and for the first time in months, she breathed without hearing her arguing parents’ voices echoing behind her.
The air was thick and sticky and her aqua blue tank top clung tightly to her body, contouring the shape of her breasts and outlining her nipples. She was now regretting wearing this spaghetti strap top that showed her tight pale belly and the little black shorts that she knew were probably just a bit too tight.
She tugged at it nervously struggling to get some slack, which only made things worse by exposing her nipple, sticking stubbornly out of position until she was finally able to cover herself again.
She had boarded the bus six long hours ago wearing a long sleeve shirt that maintained her modesty, but it was sooo hot, and the bus’s air conditioning barely worked. Ultimately, Natalie decided it was worth it to endure some “looks” rather than melt away from the heat.
She stood and walked to the front of the bus while every male passenger gawked at her as she walked by. Finally she stepped out into the hot humid coastal air.
“Gnat! Gnaaaattt!” A sweet southern voice with a soft easy drawl sang out across the station.
The call came clear and bright through the hot air. Scarlett was waiting at the edge of the station, hand on her hip, her long tan legs stretching down to the pink toes on her bare feet that twisted seductively against the wood platform. The sunlight turned her long yellow braid into a golden rope and her aqua blue eyes glistened like a cool ocean wave. The call came clear and bright through the hot air.
Scarlett was waiting at the edge of the station, hand on her hip, her long tan legs stretching down to the pink toes on her bare feet that twisted seductively against the wood platform. The sunlight turned her long yellow braid into a golden rope and her aqua blue eyes glistened like a cool ocean wave.
Her body had filled out but her personality hadn’t changed much in four years. She still walked like she owned every patch of sand within a mile. Her white tank top stuck to her glistening body. It was damp allowing the pink of her nipples to leak through the white fabric, with the hard round nubs piercing through so profusely it was as though they were screaming “Hey y’all, look at me.” But unlike Natalie, Scarlett was completely unfazed at the attention she was getting from the men stepping off the bus.
Scarlett grinned wide. “Lord, it’s been forever! Jeez girl, You look like you’ve been hidin’ from the sun your whole life.”
Natalie laughed softly. “I probably have.”
They hugged quick and awkward, and then Scarlett looped an arm through hers. “Come on, it’s just a few blocks. Becky’s house is on the edge of town down by the beach. You’re gonna love it. Old place, smells like the ocean and dust. Slade’s been workin’ on the porch… mmmm… you’re gonna love Slade.”
“I just got here myself.” Scarlett hummed, “Came in on the bus yesterday. But Magnolia Cove is like my second home. I love it here, been comin’ here ever’ summer since Beks moved here.”
Main Street shimmered beneath the afternoon sun, the air thick as syrup and humming with the lazy drone of summer. Scarlett and Natalie strolled along the walkboards, Scarlett’s bare feet pattered softly while Natalie’s sandals clicked lightly against the old planks. Up ahead, two young men were wrestling a campaign sign into place—Bullcock for Sheriff painted bold as brass across the board.
“Hey there, Clive… Emmitt,” Scarlett sang out, dropping into a playful curtsy that made her yellow braid swing like a bell rope. Both boys straightened up and grinned at her, cheeks turning the soft pink of ripe peaches.
“Well hey yourself, Scarlett,” Clive said, pushing his hat back.
Scarlett only smiled sweetly until their eyes drifted back to their work. Then she leaned close to Natalie and whispered, “They’re cute, but Lord preserve ’em, they’re dumb as a sack of river rocks.”
They kept on past the hardware store, where the scent of sawdust and motor oil drifted out the propped-open door, and ambled toward the jailhouse. Two deputy sheriffs sat out front in mismatched chairs, boots propped up like they didn’t have a care in the world. Their badges caught the sunlight just enough to sparkle.
“Afternoon, ladies,” one of them drawled, tipping his hat with a practiced flick.
“Hiya, Cleon,” Scarlett replied in a syrup-smooth voice, flipping her ponytail to her opposite shoulder in a move she’d perfected sometime around age twelve. She didn’t slow down a bit.
“Welcome back darlin’,who’s yur friend?”
“This is Natalie.” Scarlett said sweetly, looking over her shoulder but continuing to walk down the street knowing full well they were checking out her ass that was only partially covered by her cut off jean shorts.
Once the girls passed the jailhouse, she murmured, “They’re cute too… just only slightly less stupid.”
Natalie glanced back. Cleon was still watching them with a goofy grin, and she couldn’t help herself—She gave him a little smile over her shoulder. His foot slipped off his bootrest.
Scarlett laughed. “See? Easy as breathing.”
They walked the three blocks together beneath the low oaks that leaned over Main Street, their branches thick with hanging moss. Scarlett talked the whole way — mostly about Slade. How he was strong, and handsome, and trouble. Natalie nodded where it seemed polite, still half-dazed by the heat and the sound of cicadas rising and falling in the trees.
Becky’s house stood at the far edge of town, two stories of fading white paint and sea-worn shutters. The porch sagged a little, just like Scarlett said. Becky met them at the door — sharp, blue-tipped hair and sharper eyes — while Slade leaned in the doorway behind her, shirtless, a hammer dangling from his hand.
Natalie’s breathing suddenly became heavy as he stepped forward and kissed her hand. “Ma’am” was all he said.
“Well, look what the tide brought in,” Becky drawled. “Scarlett’s little friend from up north.”
Becky’s outfit was even more revealing than Scarlett’s. Scarlett’s breasts were small and firm and her nipples pointed straight out nearly 100% of the time, whereas Becky’s tit’s were large and firm making her tiny waist seem even tinier. Her tank top barely contained them and they pressed tightly pulling the fabric firmly against her in all directions.
“Well, look what the tide brought in,” Becky drawled. “Scarlett’s little friend from up north.”
Slade smiled, slow and easy, glancing at Scarlett, then Becky and finally at Natalie clearly enjoying the view. Natalie squirmed awkwardly. She felt a sudden warmth between her legs as he raised his eyes from her own protruding nipples and looked her deeply in the eyes. “Welcome to Magnolia Cove, darlin’. Don’t let these two getcha in too much trouble.”
Scarlett tugged her arm again. “We’ll unpack later. Come on — beach is callin’.”
Scarlett skipped through the backyard and ducked under some branches. Natalie followed and suddenly the ocean opened up in front of them. Down the sandy path they went, Scarlett began peeling off her clothing and was completely nude by the time the deserted dunes gave way to the sea.
Natalie followed but she kept her top and shorts on. Natalie kicked her sandals off and followed Scarlett who was kicking her long tan legs in the water as she sprinted headlong into an incoming wave. The water was warm and bright, rolling lazy under a wide sky.
“Girl you have got to lighten up.” Scarlett said, drifting her dripping naked body over to Natalie.
“Aint no-one comin’. All the tourists are on the other side of town, and ain’t no townsfolk neither, that path is only accessible to us. Scarlett reached for Natalie’s shirt and lifted it over her head.
Natalie’s pale skin reflected like silver in the sunlight and Scarlett blinked.
“Damn girl.” Scarlett smiled, pulling Natalie by the hand back up to where they had dropped the towels on the beach, “You’re whiter than sweet cream.”
“Peel off those shorts, we’re gonna get you some sun.”
Natalie hesitantly slipped out of her shorts and laid down beside Scarlett on the towel.
For the rest of the afternoon the sun baked Natalie’s body. They swam until their laughter echoed off the waves, they sat on the sand taking turns coating each other’s dripping bodies with lotion.
Laying there naked with Scarlett was the most free Natalie had felt in years and she remembered why she had been so drawn to Scarlett years ago.
But this feeling, this was different somehow, not just friendship. It was something more. It was in the way the oil glistened on Scarlett’s dimpled abs or the nagging desire Natalie had to taste Scarlett’s perpetually rock hard nipples.
Scarlett casually talked about fucking the boys in town — half of Magnolia Cove, by the sound of it. Natalie listened, her eyes scanning Scarlett’s perfect frame, trying to imagine herself in those stories, but the truth was she couldn’t. She’d only ever been with one boy, and it was only a couple of times.
Everything about Scarlett’s life — the freedom, the mischief, the easy way she said fuck like it was a dare — felt like something out of a world Natalie had only read about.
She’d spent her life behind walls built by other people’s expectations — good grades, quiet manners, polite smiles. But here, under the Southern sun, gently spreading lotion across Scarlett’s perfect tits and the backs of Scarlett’s sandy thighs, she could feel those walls beginning to crack.
For the first time in a long time, Natalie wasn’t sure who she was supposed to be.
And for the first time, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be that girl anymore.
Just over the rise Slade stood watching them, his hand pressed between his legs gently rubbing his pulsating cock through his jeans. “Yes,” he thought, “They will be perfect.”
