Bobby experienced his first and last triple lay in Hyannis. The carnival was going to be his future; living in Paradise. Never in his wildest had he ever thought of doing anything like he did last night.

It was still damp and cool when he left his babe trailer; his Heaven on wheels. Weak and still a little hung over, he slogged to his tent and went back to sleep until the fog lifted. It seemed like only minutes had passed, but awakening to the heat and humidity told him it was much later; almost noon.

Friday turned into a scorcher. As soon as he had gotten up, Bobby spent most of the day at the small beach he and Andy found earlier in the week. He spent more time in the refreshing coolness of the water rather than his alternate; lying on the hot sand. He was drained before work ever got started. Even by nightfall it didn’t cool down much at all; the midway was crowded and business was brisk. In celebration of a good week, his boss invited him to an air-conditioned club after the carnival closed for the night; it was the best offer he had today gladly accepted the invitation.

Bobby was nervous at first about going to a club; what if they asked for an ID? Being with a bunch of older guys from the carnival, acted like an invisible cloak. Bobby slipped right in and sat down to enjoy a few cold ones and also a live band. The guys started ribbing Bobby about how young he looked to be drinking. Just what he didn’t need was more attention to his youth. Someone is bound to check his I.D. he thought. After several drinks they prodded him to get up and dance with one of the young ladies at a table a few away from there’s.

Being in the cool atmosphere of the club and after a couple of drinks, Bobby felt rejuvenated after his exhausting day. His confidence toward women had been growing over the pas two weeks. Most of his shyness was something of the past. Tonight he had to act like twenty one year old and not back down from his heckling party members. Bobby picked out one red-headed doll and approached her for a dance. Without any hesitation, she accepted. Bobby looked back at the carousing rummies at his table and winked. He hoped they were jealous.

Colleen was her name; tall, about five nine, long wavy red locks, cutest freckles, green eyes, a smile that lit up the room and one hundred percent pure Irish. A slow song began and she moved close pressing her firm 38 C’s into Bobby as they danced. She had been in the club longer than Bobby and already had more to drink than she realized. Bobby enjoyed every minute. His cock was getting a little rubbing as they moved around the floor. Colleen, he was sure, also felt his firm cock poking her as they danced.

The guys were mostly staring at Colleen while Bobby strode smiling back to his table.

“Jesus, Bobby, we didn’t think you had it in ya! Way to go!”

Bobby’s confidence with himself, the guys, and the babes just jumped up another notch.
Bobby had his eye on Colleen soon after he sat down and scanned the scenery. After a few drinks and prodding from the gang he got up the courage to go forth. It didn’t take him any time to make his decision as his choice for a dance partner. It seemed that this twenty four year old foreign visitor took a liking to him too. She was staying with her friend, Maura, who had the run of her parents’ cottage about a half mile or so from the club.

Maura was quieter than Colleen, she reminded Bobby of how he was just two short weeks ago. Perhaps she needed someone to pay her some attention and perhaps awaken the virgin flame within. “I bet she’d like to dance also,” Bobby thought as he sipped on a new drink, a Bloody Mary. The band started another slow song and Bobby went back to Colleen’s table and noticed the drinks were beginning to affect him. Maura looked up with a shy smile and accepted Bobby’s offer.

Not quite as tall as Colleen, but her perfume was arousing and intoxicating at the same time. Bobby nudged her toward him and she moved right in pressing her agile frame into his; so close she had to have felt a hard lump pressing into her abdomen. It wasn’t that cool in the club after a few drinks and a couple of dances, but Bobby noticed two hardened nipples under the thin fabric of Maura’s top as they separated and returned to her table. It was turning into a fun night for Bobby. After several more dances with both Irish babes, Bobby noticed they both were taking an interest in him.

Both young ladies were here alone and were out looking for a good time with drinks and
perhaps a dance or two. Bobby came to their rescue and gave them a fun evening.
The guys ceased the taunting, and left Bobby alone. There was nothing they could do to intimidate this guy. It was getting late and Bobby was finishing his third Bloody Mary and had enough. They went down smooth, but hit hard. His two new acquaintances were getting ready to leave and Bobby offered to walk them home. To his drunken surprise, they accepted his offer with a giggle, and all three left the club together. The loud drunks at his table made a few wise comments as he was leaving

The air had finally cooled a bit from earlier in the evening making it just right for a comfortable three quarter mile stroll. Maura’s parents’ house was typical of the older houses, inside and out. The outside surrounded by a privacy hedge and the house itself layered in weathered cedar shakes. Staggering toward the few stairs to the front door, Bobby caught Colleen as she tripped on the first one. Together they helped each other to the door. Maura maneuvered the steps a little better only because she was more familiar with them.

Inside, the two bedroom cape was decorated with antique dark wood, walnut or mahogany, furniture. It didn’t matter that much to Bobby, but he could tell that Maura’s parents must have been quite wealthy. Both girls said they were going to bed and said good night to Bobby. But before Bobby turned to leave, he once again offered his assistance to help them both upstairs to their rooms. After all, he wouldn’t want to see them fall and get hurt.

“A simple suggestion and they both leaped at the opportunity to be helped into bed or should I say to their bedrooms,” Bobby mused.

Maura was first to go up. She led Bobby to her room and gave him a light thank you kiss. Bobby returned it with a more seductive kiss and a full body squeeze to go with it. She reluctantly released him.

Colleen was starting up on her own when Bobby came to her rescue. She needed a firmer hold on to some one to achieve her goal of reaching the top. Bobby was there and put his arm behind her back and assisted her to her room. Because Bobby was infatuated with Red, her thank you kiss was totally sexual; no little peck on the cheek. To Bobby’s amazement, Colleen held him tightly and asked him to stay. His mind was awhirl with thoughts of ravishing this red-headed piece of Heaven.

Before Bobby could answer her request, Colleen was already removing her top. By now, Bobby was almost an expert at women’s bra sizes. Colleen was indeed a perfect 38C as her perky pink nipples pointed up to his eyes. With the dim light from the table lamp, Bobby noticed that she had very few if any freckles on parts of her skin that were normally covered with clothing.

Bobby finally got to, “Yes, I’ll be more than happy to stay the night.” As Colleen slid her shorts down and kicked them off. Standing in just panties, she leaned in for more kissing and caresses from Bobby.