09.2 Circus in Corpus Christi

Sunday it was hot. Hordes of people came down to enjoy the beach. A long line of vehicles parked out of eyeshot. Natalia surfed for a couple of hours in the water. She lay on the beach in slit shorts. Skin tanned and hair in golden fringes.

A girl passed twice. On the third time, she came to pose over Natalia with a couple of beers in her hand.

Natalia straightened to a sitting position, hastily fastening her bra on a flat chest.

“Hello!” she called, “I’m Angela…Angie.”

“Hi there! I am Mono,” returned Natalia.

“Would you like to have one?” she knelt down in the sand and passed her a beer.

“Thanks,” she caught it with a nipple exposed.

“I saw you surfing. You’re good.”

“Thank you. Do you surf?”

“No, I cannot. I’d like to try,” she rolled down her eyes and Natalia pulled up a knee. “Are you alone?”

“Yes, I am from California, passing this way.”

“I am from Staten Island. Here for a bachelorette party. It is over but I’m staying longer.”

“Where are your friends?”

“All gone,” she glanced with a leer, “They did not know that I stayed back. I don’t let them know what I like to enjoy.” There was some kind of sweetness in this girl and Natalia felt a stiffness in the stiffy. After all, she was heterosexual straight.

“Oh! You’re alone! Where are you staying?”

“At Lea Loft, near Shoreline Boulevard, close to the marina.”

“I am booked further inland at Days Inn. I came looking for the rave. You know anything about it?”

“No,” said Angela, “today’s Sunday. There will be good music in Balli Park. What about this rave?”

“It takes place in Seashore Park but that place is closed for renovation.” Natalia folded her legs.

Angela covered her face with a palm and flushed embarrassed trying not to look at what tossed out under her bright pink satin.

“Do you want to try a surf?” asked Natalia.

“That’d be a wonderful idea!” replied Angela.

“First, you’ll have to try to paddle on your belly. I will show you.”

Angela removed her black shirt. She wore a pair of red bras and panties. Two girls ran into the water. For a while, Natalia showed her how to paddle on the board. It was cool and waves pretty low. They entered knee-deep water and Natalia taught few techniques.

After the swim, she carried her on the motorbike and raced down Windward Drive to Balli Park. Parked the bike and tramped up the trail to join the folks. She saw a waxing gibbous moon on the eastern horizon.

Rows of parasols and tents to the left. Trailers and vehicles parked on the right. There stood a stage setup by the northeast corner and a band playing some good Tejano music. Tall light posts erected in this area.

Winds rolled on the grass. They treaded towards the roaring tents. Taco carts, food vendors, cool drinks, chilled beers and ice. Folks enjoyed in the falling light.

A chica had to attempt on a jump rope challenge to break a record over hundred times in one minute. She began and her boobs jiggled inside the camisole, popping all over the edges. Another girl wearing a similar camisole top, tapped her legs and shook crying in a choking voice, “Come on, babe! Come on, babe!” She happened to be the male equivalent partner in their relationship.

Natalia suggested, “If you wish to stay until the rave, I guess we stay together at my lodge.”

“Yeah, we can go to Lea Loft and check out,” said Angela, “I came on a scooter. It’s on the beach. I think we go home for the night.”

“I agree. Let’s go!”

That night, this thirty-year-old girl called Angela Herron from Staten Island shifted to stay with Natalia at Days Inn.

 

There were relatively few people on the beach on Monday. Angela took some lessons on surfing and tried a few waves. It was not that easy however she could surf on the belly. She added a beginner surfboard to Natalia’s motorbike rack. She returned the scooter to the rental.

That afternoon at Balli Park, they met the lesbian couple, “I am Michelle and this is my partner, Michele.”

“I’m Angie,” said the girl in black dress.

“And I am Mono,” Natalia responded, “Where are you from?”

“We are from San Antonio. We live here.”

“Let’s have a blast!”

“Let’s go to the club,” suggested Michelle.

“Where’s the club?” asked Natalia.

“The Raven on Leopard Street.”

“The Raven!” coincidentally, Natalia was keen to go, “Have you heard about the rave?”

Michelle replied, “There’s no rave this time.”

“What happened to the rave?”

“They closed that venue to convert to a wildlife conservation area and no parties will be allowed.”

“Duh!”

They sped on their motorbikes to a nightclub on Leopard Street.

Each downed two shots to get started. A bunch of naked girls pole danced on the counter top. Natalia sat manspread with elbows resting on the counter.

Michelle in her mid-twenties dominated Michele in her late teens. Natalia took the girls out of the place before they got drunk and returned to the motel.

At Days Inn, that night, girls bought a redfish to grill on the wet turf. It rained while they were at the club. Four girls entered the swimming pool completely naked. Espino, the hotel manager, was exceptionally kind and he suggested that they have a bottle of Fireball. A round big moon hovered above and gleamed between the passing clouds.

The girls entered the room. Four cuddled in bed. Michelle took lead. She threw Michele under Natalia and savoured Angela. Michele who long desired to have sex with a man took great pleasure and released screams that made the lesbian, Michelle, go wild.

Michelle yelled repeatedly and brought down the curtain with the railing in the excitement.

Natalia realised that Michelle needed something she was unwilling to have; an old fashion fun. In the turn of events, Michelle became Natalia’s prey.

“Stop it, Mono! Stop it!” Michelle gave a fight. She did not expect Natalia, a skinny lad, to be that strong.

Michele was thrilled to witness her domineering partner being helplessly invaded at a night’s inn. Michele came out of the bathroom with the tube of toothpaste, hung it between her legs and squeezed the whole tube to the dark blue carpet in front of Michelle in an attempt to ridicule her.

They were loud, banging on the walls, throwing pillows and glassware, broken glass and food scattered on the floor, blaring at top of their voices and running in the courtyard. At that point, a hotel staffer came to find out what was going on in the room.

“Can you keep a little quiet!” he said, “Guests are complaining.” Fortunately, he maintained some degree of patience and did not throw out the girls that night.

Natalia decided, “Alright! The party is over! We go take breakfast and go home.” The moon shined in a clear sky over the palms on the western sky kindled with star twinkling like candles.