1. California Fun . . .

Neil Aspinall sighed as he got to the Beatles’ California rented beach house. No one would join him for seven days. He hauled the heavy gear out of the car, and piled it just inside of the door.

"I’ll take care of this crap later." He grabbed his own suitcase, and went upstairs, to find his room. He threw his things down, and opened the curtains. It was a sunny, mild day. The ocean waves crashed lazily onto the beach, and the sea gulls squawked to each other. He smiled. Neil got out his swimming trunks, and changed clothes. He got a towel from the bathroom, and opened the back patio doors. Neil walked down to the beachfront, and placed his towel on some rocks. He waded in to the warm August water, and bent over to retrieve a broken seashell that was under his foot.

"Hey!" A voice shouted. He turned to find a woman waving from the sand. She put her towel down beside his, and waded over to him. As she got closer, he saw that she was a beautiful brunette, who stood about five inches shorter than himself.

"Hi. I’m Julia Camille. Who are you?" She asked.

"I’m Neil Aspinall. I thought that I was the only living soul on this beach fer miles."

"Oh, sorry. I didn’t know that you wanted to be alone." Julia turned to go.

"No, wait. I meant that the owners of that ‘ome," he gestured to the house, "said that there was no one else in these parts."

"Oh, well, I’m renting an apartment that no one has lived in for ages. They probably didn’t know about me. I’m staying about a half mile down shore of you." She pointed down the waterfront, past a curve. She noticed the shell in his hand. "Oh, are you collecting sea shells?" Julia asked.

"Um, not really. I found this bugger under me foot." Neil explained.

"Are you from England? Your accent is wonderful!" She said.

"Yes, Liverpool. I’m staying ‘ere fer about two weeks total. Me friends ‘ill be ‘ere in a week at most." He told her as he admired her body, and the way lose strands of hair fell in her face.

"Neat. I’m also here for two weeks. Is that a coincidence or what?" Julia laughed gently, and absentmindedly studied this handsome foreign man.

"Well, um, would ye like to come up and see the ‘ouse, then?" Neil asked.

"Sure. Let me dry off, first, though."

"Of course." They got out of the water, and toweled off. He led the sand-beaten way back up to the beach house. Neil slid back the glass doors, and held them for Julia. She entered the giant home, and wiped her sandy feet bottoms off. He followed her in, and they laid their towels down on the table. "Would ye like to borrow a shirt or a robe or something?" Neil asked her. She turned and her brown eyes looked into his. He nearly melted.

"Yes please, a shirt would be nice." Julia smiled a far away smile at him.

"Right back, then." He went up the stairs. She watched him as he moved away from her, and leaned on the table to wait for his return.

Neil got a shirt from his suitcase, and was just leaving, when Julia appeared in the doorframe. "I thought that I’d come with after all." She grinned, and he grinned an adorable lopsided smile. Julia’s insides seemed to explode. He handed the shirt to her, and her hand just grazed his. He shivered. Her eyes were laughing, as she put the shirt on, button by button. "Thanks, Neil."

"No problem." Was all that he could respond with. Julia stepped up closer, and touched her lips to Neil’s. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist, and massaged her back. Her arms encircled his neck, and Julia’s hands went through his hair. Neil was feathering her mouth lovingly, and soon probed her lips with his moist tongue. She opened her mouth wider to accept him, and their tongues danced together. In another minute, or an hour, Neil couldn’t tell, he kissed down her neck to the top of her shirt. He unbuttoned it one at a time, and kissed down to her swimsuit. When the shirt was removed, he reached around he back, and untied her tie straps, and the bikini top fell to the floor. Over one breast, he lowered his mouth, and sucked, teased and nibbled at her peak. The other he covered with his hand. After she moaned softly, he switched sides, and pleasured her some more. He moved his warm mouth back to her lips, and kissed her passionately as he removed her bikini bottom. Julia reached around, and let her hair fall out of the ponytail. She kissed down his bare chest, and took his swim trunks off, and slid them to the floor. She wrapped a hand around his throbbing member, and slid it back and forth. Neil could only moan in response. He knew that he could stand only so much, and removed her hand. Julia stood up, and she kissed his mouth. He pivoted around, and laid her on the bed. Neil kissed her hard, and cupped her breasts. Then he entered her slowly. The ultimate feeling of him penetrating her was the climax. She arched and whispered his name. He wasn’t quite done yet, and gradually built up his rocking motions to a rapid peak. As soon as he exploded, Neil collapsed on Julia, exhausted. They lay there for a few minutes, and when he had regained some energy, Neil moved his head so that he could kiss her again. He pulled out, and rolled over. Julia turned her body and lay with her head pillowed on his chest. He sighed softly and ran his hands through her soft silky halo of hair.