I still remember Anne’s outburst at her first meeting. “Damn you!” she
screamed. “Don’t you understand? Janet and I,” she sobbed, “Janet and
I shared all the same lovers.” She paused for a ragged breath. “How
can I make you understand? See these rings?” She ran her finger over
the arc of rings in one ear. “Janet and I had this deal. Everytime we
had a new guy, we’d put in a new pair of earrings, one ring for each of
us. Now she’s got AIDS, damn it, but I didn’t run away from her, I ran
away from all of our lovers! Janet I could face, I couldn’t face all the
guys!”

She was proud of her body, and she took care of it. From her wavy
brown hair that feathered lightly in the breeze, to her long,
beautiful legs that drew appreciative glances, she was happy with
the way she looked. She was proud of her flat stomach, and firm
breasts. Her nipples were large, and she loved how they drew a
man’s attention when they poked through her blouse. Or in this
case, her bikini top.

Laying in the hot sun, she worked a little more sunscreen into
her brown shoulder, and turned up her radio.

She was alone that day. Actually, she wasn’t planning to be. Two
days prior, she had broken up with her boyfriend over a petty
thing. She knew that they’d probably work it out, but she
understood that they needed this time apart now. So she came to
the beach anyway, not expecting anything.

She lay back on her towel, wishing that she and her boyfriend
were there together, his arms around her, putting lotion on her
skin. Her hands gently carassed her tummy, and she suddenly
realized that she was hornier than she thought.

About a hundred yards away, a man was playing with a dog. She had
seen them when she drove in and set up on the beach. She
recogmized the dog, it was owned by one of the summer people who
owned a nearby cabin. She looked up at the cabin, but didn’t see
their car. She looked back down by the water’s edge.

He was a nice looking man, not a body builder, but you could tell
he was strong, and had control of his body. He was sporting a
summer tan, but you could tell that laying on beach wasn’t his
style. He appeared very relaxed, laughing and throwing a stick
for the dog to chase. She noticed that he had a wonderful smile.

She felt a little hornier.

Time passed and she listened to her radio. She was dozing in the
sun when she suddenly felt a wet tongue on her face. She started,
looked up and before her stood a muddy, familiar face. Hairy,
tongue lolling out, it barked at her playfully.

“Hey, geez, I’m really sorry about that, miss, let me get him
away from you.” Then sterner, “Hey, get away from her – move!”

“Oh, it’s OK, don’t worry about it…”

“Are you allright,” he asked looking in her eyes.

“Yes, I’m fine..really.”

“I’m sorry he startled you, he’s just friendly.”

“Yes, I’ve seen him before.” Then before she realized she was
saying anything else, she said “But I’ve never seen you before,
have I?”

“No, you haven’t. I’m up from North Carolina, visiting my
grandparents. They own that cabin over there.”

Where the dog lives, she thought. Maybe it was the sun, but later
she decided it was the loneliness of not having her boyfriend
around. She said, “Want to go for a swim?”

“Sure!” He smiled again, wider. Boy, I love that smile, she
thought.

They swam and played together in the water. They were both good
swimmers, and the water was warm. She slapped him and laughing,
he chased her around the beach, the dog yapping and following. He
caught her and held her, while the waves crashed down around
them.

The afternoon went on. He invited her up to the house for a drink
of something cold. When she accepted, she wasn’t even surprised.
She was beginning to feel very turned on to this polite man with
the nice smile.

He made them milkshakes, strawberry, and they sat on the deck,
looking out at the ocean. While she toweled dry and put on a
bathrobe, he went down and collected her things from the beach.
He told her about his work, and listened to her relate her
experiences in law school. He was very funny, but with a
sarcastic wit, not a comedian. He obviously wasn’t trying to
impress her. And she loved that even more.

So she wasn’t surprised when she accepted his invitation to
dinner. He suggested she shower and change while he prepared it.
She got her clothes from her car and went into the bathroom.
Although she didn’t lock the door, he did not come to her then.
But she wanted him too, badly. When she was done she came into
the kitchen, and found he was just about finished. The table near
the large glass window was all set, and the salads were waiting.
He offered her wine, which she accepted.

The food was good, and the laughter was real. She wanted him
badly, and she knew she would have him, but for now, she was
enjoying herself. This was a totally pressureless evening, no
tension between them.

When they were sitting on the couch, looking at a fire he had
set, she went to him. She took his face in her hands and looked
him in the eyes. “I want to make love to you.” He smiled again,
and she melted. He did not speak at all, but instead picked her
up and carried her outside onto the white beach. The stars were
moving above them and a warm breeze moved their hair as he slowly
undid the buttons on her shirt. She undid her own pants and
pushed them down, and undid his pants as he removed his sweater.
She was wearing no bra, so her breasts came to light as soon as
he removed her shirt, her nipples went hard and stuck straight
up, begging. She moaned softly, and pressed herself against him,
she pushed down on his pants and freed him. She held him, and
moaned as he grew larger in her grip. He cupped her breasts, his
thumbs over her nipples, while he kissed her neck and face.
Naked, they stood there, sliding their hands over skin and muscle
building their desire. She began to sink lower, lower, until her
mouth took his penis. She slid her tongue around the head and up
and down his length. She could hear his moans, and she worked
faster, taking him deep inside and then almost all the way out,
showing him what she would like done later. He fell to his knees
and pulled her to him, lifting her up slowly, so that his face
was near her breasts. He sucked her nipples until they hardened,
and then lightly teased them with his cheek. Not speaking, she
lay back in the sand, still warm from the sun of the day and
opened her legs. She was expecting him to enter her then, she
wanted him to enter her then, but he had a better idea. He
started at her feet, and kissed her legs all the way up to her
inner thighs, and then kissed around her swollen mound. She was
moaning with pleasure as he gently kissed and sucked her, his
tongue laving her mons until she could no longer stand it.

She pulled him up onto her, and he was in her. She cried out with
the pleasure of penetration. He was so big! They moved together,
at first, slowly, but as time went on they got faster, harder, in
and almost out again and again. Breathing in lurge gulps of air,
their bellys slapping, and the sand. All the sand mixing with
their sweat. She came twice, a small one and then as he came in a
gush, a second, stronger. They lay together, staring up at the
stars in heaven, naked to the world. She cuddled close to his
warmth and he held her tight.

They showered together, and she dressed. She had to leave, and he
was to be leaving for North Carolina the next day. Her life would
go on, and so would his, but she would always remember that night
with a special guy with a great smile and making love on the
beach. She kissed him long and hard, and drove off. She felt no
regret, only a good feeling inside. A satisfied feeling.

And, of course, she would come back next summer.

I continued roving over Jenny’s nude form with mouth and hands as she shifted
and moaned with pleasure. I took one delicate nipple in my mouth and sucked it
gently, letting it harden under my tender ministrations. Out of one corner of
my eyes I could see Alyssa watching wide-eyed, still wrapped in the bedclothes.

Jenny grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, and I kicked
them off onto the floor. I glanced again at Alyssa and could see her staring
at my cock, jutting stiff and hard from between my legs. This was getting
better by the second.

Becky Strips Out Of Her Sweaty Workout Clothes

The night was getting less restful by the minute. Jenny wasn’t just cuddling,
but running her hands up and down my chest and legs, making me tingle. I was
fast losing interest in sleep at all. She kissed me back, this time with her
tongue. Her intentions were obvious, but I wasn’t so sure. “Sweetheart,” I
whispered, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but we *are* in your best
friend’s bed. It doesn’t seem fair to her.”

Jenny replied in a throaty voice, “Alyssa doesn’t mind.” she leaned up on her
elbow for a second and addressed her. “Do you?”

“Not at all.” Alyssa replied. “This bed doesn’t see much action as it is.

I wouldn’t mind watching somebody else for a change. That is, if it doesn’t
bother Tom…”

“Who, me?” I squeaked, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Oh, no, not at
all. I seem to be outnumbered anyway.”

“Then it’s settled.” Jenny said, laying back down and caressing my body again.
It occured to me that the whole thing sounded suspiciously well-rehearsed and
then I asked myself what the hell I was worrying about.