Malibu Sunset
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				Title: <strong>Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 17:38:25</strong>
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				(http://www.imagechicken.com/uploads/1269707971020348700.jpg)<br><br>Abby Brennan slipped the key she held in her hand into the door of the beach house, stepping back as it swung open.&nbsp; She let out a surprised gasp as she saw the place.&nbsp; It was gorgeous, a little run-down, in that sandy, sun-worn way that beach houses get, but it was open and light,&nbsp; a huge main room, two stories up to a glass ceiling, a gorgeous sunny kitchen.&nbsp; <br><br>She walked up the open stairs to look around the second story.&nbsp; Several light, open bedrooms were arranged around a central railing that looked down into the main room.&nbsp; Balconies outside allowed the sun and the ocean inside.&nbsp; She couldn't imagine a more perfect place, and she couldn't fathom why Jimmy had let her have it so cheap.<br><br>Her boss, the owner of the Grub Shack, a funky little place where all the kids and beach rats ate, had told her he was leaving town.&nbsp; Quick-like.&nbsp; And she could have the house for a little of nothing, if she'd keep an eye on things.&nbsp; She'd jumped at the chance, even though his idea of "a little of nothing" was far more than she could afford.<br><br>She'd advertised for a couple housemates, and had gotten two.&nbsp; Both guys, which she hadn't expected.&nbsp; She should have specified in the ad.&nbsp; On the other hand, this was 1963.&nbsp; She wasn't a prude.&nbsp; So she'd agreed.&nbsp; They'd be arriving today.&nbsp; <br><br>She stepped into one of the bedrooms, looking out over the sand of Malibu.&nbsp; The house was in an enviable spot.&nbsp; She could see the ocean, and the crowds of tanned bodies hanging out there, waiting for a wave, showing off their curves, dancing, playing their lives away.&nbsp; She could get behind that.<br><br>Her parents still hadn't figured out where she was.&nbsp; By now, they'd realized she hadn't come home from spring break, that she hadn't gone back to college.&nbsp; She could still hear her mother explaining to her how a degree in Home Economics would help her catch a man.<br><br>She laughed as she pulled off her bikini top.&nbsp; She was supposed to be bringing her luggage, but the sun was too much temptation.&nbsp; She slipped off the matching bottom, her enviable curves visible to whoever was looking for only a second as she laid down on the wooden bench along the edge of the balcony.&nbsp; The sun soaked into her waiting skin, and she closed her eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;This place was going to be perfect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 20:58:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://z.hubpages.com/u/755492_f520.jpg)</div>Michael pulled into the driveway and shut of the engine of his blue corvette. Michael was not, obivously, hard-up for cash, but it was the summer of '63, and he felt no particular reason to make it an issue. He'd never been conventional, even when unconventional wasn't incredibly popular, and so, despite his family, and his father, he'd headed for Malibu, for sun, sand, and to figure out something to do with his time. He'd heard acting was fun, but then, he wasn't even sure where to start.<br><br>The house looked nice, and it was cheap. He pulled the parking brake and climbed out, heading for the front door. It was open, though that was common. It wasn't like anyone broke in the daytime, and besides, this was Malibu, there wasn't a breeze that you want to keep out when there was one at all.<br><br>He walked upstairs, looking around with a bit of wonder. He'd never really lived in a house by the beach, and it seemed like the kind of life he could get used to.<br><br>He finally rounded the doorway of one of the bedrooms only to be presented with the image of a very naked girl, lying out on the balcony.<br><br>"You must be Abby," he said, leaning against the doorframe, "Michael" he added, referring to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 00:27:08</strong>
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				She'd all but dozed off, the sun and the sound of the surf lulling her, and when she heard a voice, she let out a yelp, turning to the sound.&nbsp; The guy was all kinds of cute, and she smiled openly, reaching up to push her dark hair back from her face, then dropping her arm when she realized she was nude, although fortunately on her stomach. <br><br>She laughed, the sound warm and resonant.&nbsp; "Ah!&nbsp; &nbsp;You're my roommate...housemate," she amended.&nbsp; "Excuse me if I don't get up."&nbsp; She looked around, spotting a towel hanging over the railing, and nodded to it.&nbsp; "Help a girl out, yeah?&nbsp; Isn't this place to die for?&nbsp; I was supposed to be getting my stuff, but I couldn't resist the...holy cow, is that fab car yours?"<br><br>She obviously liked to talk.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 07:07:53</strong>
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				"Sure," he said, with a slight laugh. He walked across to grab the towel, and pulled it open, lying it across her back, so that she could pull it around her as she got up. He had admit it seemed a shame to actually give her towel, but he'd always been a nice guy.<br><br>"Yeah," he said, "it's new...this is a great place."<br><br>He laughed and looked back in towards the room.<br><br>"You don't have to get up," he said, "I could always join you..." he suggested with a laugh. He could only imagine stripping and tanning on the balcony with her, though again, he considered himself a nice guy.<br><br>"If you need help with your stuff, I can give you a hand," he suggested more seriously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 19:51:29</strong>
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				Abby took advantage of his glance toward the other room to stand up, sliding the towel around her as she did.&nbsp; She bent precariously to grab her suit, laughing at his suggestion.&nbsp; "I'm pretty sure all the rooms have a balcony," she suggested, her tone teasing and obviously not in the least offended, as she sashayed past him and into the nearest bathroom.<br><br>She emerged seconds later, wearing her suit, although whether that really covered much more might be up for debate.&nbsp; She held out her hand and shook his, whether he liked it or not.&nbsp; "There.&nbsp; Much more proper.&nbsp; I'd love some help with my stuff.&nbsp; I brought it in on the bus this morning when I came to work.&nbsp; I work down at the Grub Shack.&nbsp; That's the food joint a ways down the beach."<br><br>She walked, barefoot and comfortable, downstairs and out the front door.&nbsp; The front of the house faced the ocean, the back the road, and the side had a short driveway.&nbsp; She immediately went to the car, leaning in to take a look, her fingers resting on the door frame.&nbsp; "Wow.&nbsp; Do you surf?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 07:26:06</strong>
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				He laughed as he followed her out to his car. He liked her, if only because following her train of thought seemed easier thanwith usual people. Evidently, she liked to follow a far more natural way of speaking. After all, I it was easy to follow, it wouldn't be as fun.<br><br>"Not yet," he said, "but I suppose I'll have some time to learn."<br><br>He walked over to join her.<br><br>"I guess I'll have to learn, after all...if nobody's surfing, it seems to me that the scenery would be much worse off."<br><br>He laughed again, though he too, or he assumed she might've, had tall, bronzed surfers on the brain. It wasn't an image he could really unstick once he's thought of it. Hell, it wasn't as though it really mattered what he liked. He found himself stopping the process of second guessing his desires. After all, he'd heard of free love, how many more years could his parents' attitude really hold on?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 01:16:16</strong>
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				Abby laughed, a soft, genuine laugh that invited anyone listening to join.&nbsp; "The scenery does have a lot going for it!"&nbsp; She opened the rider's door and slipped in his car, admiring the interior, her fingers smoothing over the soft leather of the seats.&nbsp; Before she brought her feet inside, she rubbed them against each other to get the sand from them.&nbsp; "I'm learning, although I'm pretty clumsy.&nbsp; When you're falling, it's not so much fun, but when you get it just right...nothing better."<br><br>She wiggled her toes against the soft floor of the car as she waited for him.&nbsp; "The Grub Shack is just a little ways down the beach.&nbsp; And I don't have much stuff.&nbsp; I was thinking we could have a bonfire tonight.&nbsp; Jimmy at least left the place stocked.&nbsp; There's a bunch of food."<br><br>She rolled down her window and rested her arm on the frame.&nbsp; "So what brought you to the horrible life of sin and waste and bumming around that is Malibu?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 07:30:07</strong>
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				"I figured I'd had enough of virtue, thrift, and isolation that used to be my home," he said, laughing, "I figured Malibu would have everything I was looking for, and it's making a good showing so far..."<br><br>He laughed once more before climbing in, and starting the engine with deft movement of his foot, and the turning of the key. His skill betrayed a love for his ride, but even he had to admit that in terms of Corvette owners, he was probably the most laid back. He pulled out of the driveway, and onto the beach. It was really as though the cops cared about driving on the beach, and Michael passed several groups of local high-schoolers and even some college guys gathered around cars parked on the beach. He finally pulled up to the Grub Shack and turned off the engine.<br><br>"A bonfire sounds like fun," he said, but, changing the subject as he got out, added, "I'll pop the trunk."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 03:49:11</strong>
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				"Virtue, thrift, <em>and</em> isolation, huh?&nbsp; Sounds worse than a drag.&nbsp; I'd have killed for some isolation, but still."&nbsp; &nbsp;Abby's tone turned serious, a contrast to the carefree image she seemed to normally project.&nbsp; "I've always wondered if our parents realize how much they're pushing us away."&nbsp; She'd liked Michael almost instantly.&nbsp; He had some secrets, she thought.&nbsp; Didn't everyone?&nbsp; And it didn't hurt that he was pretty cute.&nbsp; <br><br>Her dark mood apparently gone like a lone cloud in the Malibu sky blown away on a brisk wind, she opened her car door and hopped out.&nbsp; "I won't be long.&nbsp; I don't have much stuff, and besides, the longer I'm in there, the more chance they'll make me work!"&nbsp; It had been quite a shock to her system, waiting tables.&nbsp; Her mother would be horrified.&nbsp; But it was the price she was willing to pay to stay here and live this life.<br><br>It was literally two minutes before she was back, carrying one duffel bag and one paper grocery bag.&nbsp; "I wasn't kidding.&nbsp; This is it."&nbsp; She deposited them quickly in the trunk.&nbsp; "Where's your stuff?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alric Sanosake</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 07:30:00</strong>
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				(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b317/Alirc/teenchoiceawards07_men_04.jpg)<br>&nbsp;Matthew was walking along the beach to the house, he smiled at his new home to be. It was a bit on the cheap and rundown side, but for the life he looked to have, it was the mansion of his dreams. A wonderful beach view, walking distance to his job, and a new start from the stress back in Ohio. Family put to much on him at a time, expectations and more, he finally said enough. Thus his moving to Malibu, away from any family contact, and new beginnings. Stepping into the house, he looked around to see no one was here. He assumed his future housemates would return shortly.<br><br>Matthew made his way into the kitchen and set his backpack onto the ground, it was the only thing he brought with him, clothing and nothing more. He looked around for something to eat, as he hadn't been able to, working all day. To his luck, he found something for making a quick sandwich, a meaty stacked sandwich. His first bite into it made him sigh happily, it was the feeling you get when you had such a bad day at work and you want to just sit back and relax. This sandwich was the first taste of that relaxation, and he was ready to live it up. He had been living on the beach under the pier and saving all his money for a place and food. Now he had a place, and it was good, and he had the money to help take care of it. As he finished the sandwich, he looked around the two story house, wondering who slept where, he was not going to pick a room till the others got back. <br><br>As Matthew came a cross the bath, he gave himself a quick whiff and frowned, he was still sweaty from the hot day. Not a great way to make a first impression, so he hopped into the shower to clean up. The water washing the way the grim and smelly sweat, it felt truly refreshing. With the finish of the shower, he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist. Looking into the mirror, Matthew fixed his hair up and shook off the water from his trimmed form, one he worked hard to keep. Even living under the pier. He looked to change, but only saw his dirty cloths, his clean ones were in the backpack down stairs. He sighed and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 08:24:42</strong>
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				"I didn't actually bring anything," he said, restarting the engine, and putting the car back in gear, backing out and trning around to head back to their home.<br><br>"I didn't really have all that much, and I figured I'd just go shopping tomorrow anyway, I've got a blanket and stuff to sleep on behind the seat," he said, laughing quietly at his own foolishness. He knew he'd have packed if it weren't for the fact that everything he owned irked him in some way, except his car, and the clothes he was wearing.<br><br>"So, Abby," he said, "when I ask turn of the car in about a minute, and ask if I can kiss you, despite the fact that I haven't known you for an hour, what are you going to say?" he asked.<br><br>He wondered what she make of his question. He'd asked to kiss girls before, but never so soon, he imagined that the question about the question would at least make the moment unique, besides, he felt as though, having seen much more of Abby than he had any right to by some standards, having just met her, that something needed to be done. He knew his solution wasn't exactly traditional, but he was in Malibu, and traditional was about the only thing he didn't want to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 03:09:05</strong>
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				It was fairly unusual for someone to be able to silence Abby.&nbsp; Michael had managed to win a good ten seconds from her, quite an accomplishment.&nbsp; She ended the long spell with a pretty grin.&nbsp; Most guys tried to use some slick line, or just leaned in and took what they wanted.&nbsp; &nbsp;Neither approach fared well with her, but Michael was a breath of fresh air on this beach for a lot of reasons.<br><br>A voice in her head, the one she attributed to her mother, told her that she'd be foolish to get involved with a roommate, someone she lived with.&nbsp; So, of course, she not only ignored it but did the opposite, just as she would have if her mother were standing next to her.<br><br>"Well, I could tell you there's only one way to find out, but that wouldn't be true.&nbsp; So..."&nbsp; She made an exaggerated pretense of considering.&nbsp; "I think I'll say 'what harm can one little kiss do?'&nbsp; But I might come up with something a little more clever by then.&nbsp; If it's a whole minute away and all.&nbsp; That'll be the general gist, though."<br><br>She was working on picking up the lingo of the local kids.&nbsp; She felt as though her east-coast educated accent and the influence of her upper-class family made her speech stand out like a sore thumb.&nbsp; And she wanted so badly to be one of them.&nbsp; But the slang didn't come easily to her yet, and she felt, oddly, like she wasn't obliged to be something she wasn't around Michael, even though she <em>had</em> only known him an hour.<br><br>"I hate to plan too far ahead, but then what will you do after that?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 06:37:13</strong>
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				"I think," he said, pulling back into their driveway, and parking.<br><br>"I think...I'll kiss you, then," he said, taking the order of events intentionally literally, "so, even if I might be few seconds on either side of my target, can I kiss you, despite the fact that I haven't known you for an hour?" he asked.<br><br>He smiled, turning toward her. Michael imagined that her response meant that she'd had a far more liberal uprbringing than his own. He could practically hear his mother railing on about so-called easy women, and his own knowledge that in fact that every girl he considered worth knowing fell into just that category.<br><br>He had a kind of image in his head, that was the amalgamation of everything his parents hated, or at least as much as he could reasonably accomplish, and would want to, strangely enough it was that sort of sense that he ought to be ashamed, but wasn't, that made him all the more determined to find something in the out-of-the-ordinary, that would make him feel like his life wasn't a tacit assumption of his parents' values, and that could still make him happy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 09:13:38</strong>
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				Abby laughed.&nbsp; &nbsp;She couldn't help it.&nbsp; "Well, what harm can one little kiss do?"&nbsp; She tilted her head.&nbsp; "I really thought I'd have come up with something better by now, but I guess I didn't."<br><br>She hoped he did actually kiss her, not just talk about it.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd had far too few kisses since she'd come to California, far fewer than she'd imagined when she'd gotten the idea in her head to ditch everything and live on the beach.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were an awful lot of good-looking boys around, but she'd found something wrong with most of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Sure, it hadn't even been an hour, but she hadn't found anything at all wrong with Micheal.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 04:54:00</strong>
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				"Why, that depends entirely on the kiss," he said, answering the rhetorical question with a smile. He leaned in, a certain sense of his own new life settling over him, as he slid his right hand across the back of her seat, to get close enough. His left hand moved as well, going to her neck, resting against the side it. He wasn't sure why he did it that way, perhaps the hand was just a guide, when he closed his eyes, but he he doubted that, he could sense a more sinister motive behind that action. His hand didn't want to touch her neck, though even knowing that he couldn't bring himself to let it slip downward. The kiss he'd been joking about, one that might do some harm, or at least something significant, seemed less like a joke knowing that those thoughts were running through his head at full tilt.<br><br>He finally pressed his lips to hers, gently, and slowly. He wondered momentarily if he'd already screwed up somehow. It was always at this point where he seemed to fail. Of course, this point was usually several dates away, and hidden away somewhere, so he really couldn't expect this situation to be similar. What worries should he have? After all, this was Malibu, Abby wasn't at all like other girls he'd known, both because his parent's had never met her, or her family, and he knew nothing about her. It gave him a refreshing sense of adventure, and a certain temptation to assume less, and have more fun. Get what would make him happy, in short.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 01:32:49</strong>
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				Abby smiled against Michael's lips, her toes flexing into the floorboards as he brought his lips gently to hers.&nbsp; He seemed the tiniest bit hesitant, and she hoped that her technique wasn't that bad.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd done some living in the past few months, but the kind of boys she'd been allowed to date back home had either been stiff and awkward or gone at her like hungry wolves. <br><br>She reached up to lay a hand lightly on his shoulder, tilting her head just enough to get a better angle of lips against lips.&nbsp; It registered somewhere in the back of her mind that she heard footsteps on the stairs inside, but it didn't really sink in that someone was there.&nbsp; Her thoughts were entirely on the car and the boy next to her.<br><br>She didn't want to seem too forward, but she went ahead anyway and parted her lips, running her tongue lightly between them, along the edge of his lower lip.&nbsp; The sun was warm through the windows, the salty, sandy breeze picking up her hair just a bit, and she couldn't remember having so much fun in a long time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 05:30:18</strong>
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				He parted his lips when she parted hers, a direct response which made him smile against her lips. He played his tongue against hers teasing but not really intensifying the experience to the point where he imagined their first kiss together, ought not go.<br><br>He pulled back, and pecked her on the lips once more before sitting back in his seat.<br><br>"you're good at that," he said, finally, turning back to look a her with a smile. He felt like moving on, hoping that, if she felt uncomfortable he could trivialize the kiss, and if she didn't he could make his own enjoyment clear, he had a sense that she didn't fall in the former camp, however.<br><br>"Let me grab my stuff from the back, and help you with yours," he said, "and, if you want to we can always try the kissing thing on for size again." he winked at that, popped the trunk, and stepped out to do as he'd said. He felt a kind of fit with Abby, to continue his sizing metaphor, and he couldn't really describe the way he felt about it, he wanted more, but he also wanted more of Abby, which was to say, know more of Abby than he did. Which was very little indeed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 01:02:21</strong>
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				Abby hopped out of the car, not making much of the kiss either way.&nbsp; It was summer, and they were on the beach.&nbsp; She was in Malibu to live her own life, to become her own person, and to have some fun.&nbsp; She walked around the back and picked up her bag, which was light.<br><br>Walking lightly up to the front door, she pushed it open.&nbsp; And walked right in on a naked young man darting down the stairs.&nbsp; She really should have looked away, but she didn't.&nbsp; Couldn't.&nbsp; <br><br>She ran her tongue over her lip with a giggle.&nbsp; "I'm gonna guess you're not the Good Humor man?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alric Sanosake</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 03:58:24</strong>
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				He looked over to the girl and gave a nervous grin, "And this must be the worst first impression ever, ironic to me at the moment." He laughed a bit, keeping the towel tight around him, walking over to her, he offered a hand, "Matthew.. I assume you are the owner of this place and one of the housemates. Sorry for the lack in dress, but when you leave your clean cloths away from where you clean, you tend to do this at the most bad of timing. Nonetheless, pleasure to meet a lovely lady as yourself, may I ask your name?"<br><br>He smiled warmly to her as he looked over her shoulder to see the other guy walking in, "You must be the other housemate, Matthew, pleased to meet you." He waved to the man and laughed a bit, still standing there dripping wet and wrapped in a towel.<br><br>"Oi.. I know how to make a greeting to my new friends don't I? I do hope you'll forgive me." He scratched the back of his head and looked to them.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 07:53:55</strong>
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				"Michael," he replied with a smile and a wave of his own. He really couldn't help the sudden desire to let his eyes wander, and he did let them wander, though he only let them momentarily drift below Matthew's waist.<br><br>"Trust me," he said, "nothing to forgive...in fact, I'm thinking that I'm going I have to shed a couple layers myself, it might be a bit unfair if I'm the only one to go fully clothed." He laughed, finding his eyes drifting again. It was tough not to. When he'd found Abbey she'd been wearing less but, then it was in a much more, passive way. With Matthew, Michael found there was a certain something more enticing about a dripping wet half-naked man, standing that a sunbathing girl, even one as beautiful as Abbey didn't have. Inevitably, however, that only brought to mind the idea of Abbey in the same situation.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 09:44:03</strong>
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				Abby laughed lightly, glad the tension she'd assume a potentially uncomfortable situation like this could generate had never materialized.&nbsp; She couldn't help but notice Michael's eyes taking in their third roommate.&nbsp; &nbsp;A bit confused, since he'd just finished kissing her, she turned to the damp Matthew.<br><br>"I'm Abby. Nice to meet you."&nbsp; <br><br>She knew then for sure that she was the bad girl her parents had accused her of being, because the sight of the trickles of water traveling down Matthew's chest to disappear into the towel&nbsp; below fascinated her.&nbsp; And because she knew she should be shocked at the idea of Michael checking out the same thing, but instead, she felt an odd stirring in her stomach, and her breath quicken at the thought.<br><br>"Michael, this is Malibu.&nbsp; You'll get used to the idea of a lot less clothes pretty fast!"&nbsp; She turned to give him a smile, and lifted her bag up.&nbsp; "I hope you brought a suit.&nbsp; Maybe we can all catch some sun and surf in a little bit. I'm gonna go toss this stuff."<br><br>She walked around Michael and headed up the stairs with a grin on her face, her hips and backside swinging lightly with her unconsciously natural walk, thinking that this summer was turning out to be so much better than she'd imagined.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alric Sanosake</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 23:07:26</strong>
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				He could see them sizing him up, and apparently not in the bad way. He was a bit suprised when he saw Michael eyeing him, but then again he seemed to eye him in return, Michael was an attractive guy. Abby was a very gorgeous woman, so he got suck examining them both. "Yeah.. the less the better you know? Yeah, I brought a suit..sorta." Matthew laughed and watched Abby leave with a sultry sway, 'Oh I'd love to see those hips sway on me...' he thought to himself befor turning back to Michael with a smile.<br><br>"So..uh, everyone got their own room already, or do me and you still have to choose?" he spoke with nervous laughter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 15:16:21</strong>
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				Abby called down from the top of the stairs.&nbsp; "I picked mine.&nbsp; The two of you are on your own!"&nbsp; She laughed as she tossed her bag on the bed of her sun-filled room.&nbsp; She wasted no time in running a brush through her hair and heading back downstairs.&nbsp; After all, it wasn't every girl that had two gorgeous guys waiting for her.<br><br>"You know," she said as she walked back down, "if you don't have a suit, Michael, maybe Matthew will have one you can borrow.&nbsp; If not, you two had better go shopping pretty fast.&nbsp; If you show up on the beach in a towel...or fully dressed," she raised her eyebrows in an expression of exaggerated shock, "you'll rock the community."<br><br>She headed for the front door, the one that opened toward the beach.&nbsp; "As for me, I'm going for a swim.&nbsp; Anyone joining me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 06:34:12</strong>
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				Michael smiled at Abby, immediately looking to Matthew. He smiled even wider, a slightly devilish grin perhaps.<br><br>"What about it?" he said, "you have a spare suit I could borrow?"<br><br>He wasn't sure what he'd have been happier with, the idea of slipping into a suit and going swimming or using his lack of a suit to do something to rock the community. He briefly thought about the bedrooms but decided it didn't really matter. He wasn't picky, and matthew actually had his stuff, so, Mivhael didn't mind giving him the choice.<br><br>He pulled off his shirt, even without an answer. He wasn't sure what was going through Matthew's head, but he wanted to know, very, very much. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 21:25:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby grinned, slipping up the stairs, hips swaying, and returned to toss a suit at Michael.&nbsp; "There's a dresser in one of the bedrooms that still has clothes in it. They should fit."<br><br>She wondered if he'd change right there.&nbsp; She decided she wouldn't mind if he did.&nbsp; There were definite benefits to having male roommates.&nbsp; She remembered their earlier kiss and unconsciously ran her tongue over her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>"So are we swimming, or what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malibu Sunset</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:03:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Absolutely," he said. He looked from her to the suit, and then to the door quickly. Roomates were roomates, he thought, and he slept in the nude anyway, so odds were she was going to see him naked at some point anyway.<br><br>He pulled off his shirt, tossing it over the railing, and doing likewise with his pants. The removal of his boxers left him naked for about thrift seconds while he pulled off his socks, and then pulled on the bathing suit. He didn't think it was a big deal, he thought it shouldn't be, with the times changing from the old-fashioned stodginess he'd known about as a kid.<br><br>"Ready to go," he said. He had an immediately nagging fear that he'd been sized up, but he tried to put it out of his mind. He was, above average, but not huge. He'd never really wanted to be either, even if he'd found himself flipping through a porno may for women once or twice, it was more abstract desire, than a need to match them. Of course, with cocks on the mind, his brain led him back to the situation at hand, and Abby.<br><br>One kiss and he felt like it could go somewhere. It was wierd, he knew, and of course there was the issue of his being, well, not exactly as straight as an arrow. Sure, he didn't find it wierd to want both, but he couldn't honestly say he could imagine having a girlfriend who'd be ok with it. <br><br>&nbsp;
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