Fiona at the Three-Star Beach House – Part 1

Fiona at the Three-Star Beach House – Part 1
By
Tommy Linarcos

I stood at the deck railing, looking out over the beach at Lake Michigan.  It was the first time I’d ever seen the sun go down over the lake.  I’ve seen it rise over it many times from different spots in Chicagoland, but this was the first time I’d been to the Michigan side, here at the Michigan Dunes, and got to see the sunset.  I wasn’t sure if I could make out little sticks on the horizon — people say on a clear evening, you can see the Chicago skyline as the sun gets low, or at least the Willis Tower.  Maybe I needed some binoculars.  It didn’t matter.  It was the touch of the light and the color of the breeze that was special.

That and the two naked boys in the bed behind me.

“Fiona, come back,” Scott beckoned me.

“No, you guys have to see this.  This is why we came.”

* * *

School was out for the summer, and my boyfriend, my love, my Scott, and I had made plans for a getaway.  We’d gotten together in March, after a year of not being together, so we missed planning something nice for Spring Break.  Just kind of stayed home then, played together and with friends in parent-free houses.

Our friend Al — Albert, but no one really calls him that unless I want to get his attention — comes from California, and we thought a beach holiday would be fitting, a reminder of his old home.  But Scott knew we’d have to do it right — in order to be reminded of the west coast, we’d have to be on the other side of the lake.  We found someone who rented a beach house near the Warren Dunes.  Camping at the Dunes had been proposed; I’m outdoorsy enough, but I really didn’t want to deal with a tent and stuff.  Scott found the place, and our dates were wide open, so we took it.  Scott didn’t tell me how much it cost — I mean, it was June, high-season, demand, and all that — but he split the cost with our friends, who were also coming.  A couple dropped out, we got a couple more to join in.  Four bedrooms and a semi-private beach.  The beach was the whole, wide-open beach — no fences, of course — but the part in between the house and the lake belonged to the house’s owner, which means it was our private beach.  Which was nice.

The drive was… well, it was a long drive.  I won’t get into it.  Suffice it to say that Scott and his bud Danny drove us without incident, we played good music, and I took a nap.  And we stopped off at a McDonald’s along the way.

We’re all seventeen, Juniors-soon-to-be-Seniors, but Scott’s folks were confident in his driving skill.  He has a lot of freedom at home, so they weren’t too concerned about us going away for a few days.  They trusted him.  Same with Al.  The rest of us had to do some convincing, more about directions and safety and money than the unsupervised house, thankfully.  My parents liked Scott, and they knew.  They knew we were in love and shared an ‘active’ life together.  And they knew it had been about a year since they had to worry about my virtue.  That was long-gone and I was medically safeguarded from becoming a mother.  Gwen, my friend and Danny’s love, just started hers.

We arrived at the house, checked it out, chose bedrooms, unpacked the car, blah, blah, blah.  We had to get on that sand!  Time to get in our suits!  And I bought such a cute new suit!  Actually, I got two!  Scott and I had dibs on the master bedroom with the biggest bed, so we changed together.  And that in itself was so cool!  Like it was our bedroom, our home.  A couple who’d been together and were such good friends we could change clothes in front of each other without ducking into the washroom.  You know, “Honey, did you see where I packed my suit?  Did I even bring a pair of sandals?”  That stuff.

Scott held me at arm’s length to check out my suit.  It’s white with blue cornflower designs.  “You look like fine china.  Hope I don’t break you.”  And he kissed me — oh, I love his kisses! —  each one makes me think about that year we wasted not being with each other.  No, I don’t really think about it, but just some part in my chest squeezes, and I can feel the emotion rolling, and it has color — sometimes warm-gold, sometimes love-red, and I just open up and can’t get enough of him.  His taste, his scent.  The feeling of his tongue dancing in my mouth, his body under my hands, the little things he says in my ear, and then when he enters me, I’m gone.

I wanted to just knock him down on that bed, and mount his body, and have him flip me over and fuck me hard until…  But we were all going to check out the softness of the sand and the temperature of the lake.

Our room had glass doors out onto a wooden-fenced deck looking at the lake, but I didn’t want to jump over the fence, so we took the long way.  Scott stopped at Al’s open door.  He was naked.  “Hi!” he waved at us.  He was digging through his bag.  “I did bring a suit, honest!”  He dug down and pulled out a dark green one.  His cock was waggling as he tried to hop into the suit, but he was having trouble.  I have to say, he has a nice cock.  He sat on his bed and pulled his trunks on much easier.

Seeing Al naked was nothing new.

Scott and Al finally met this year after three years of not-quite-meeting, and now are fast friends.  But I’ve known Albert since he moved here near the end of 8th Grade.  He came here from California, and had moved around there a bit before his dad got a job offer out here.  He told me that was why he never got braces.  His teeth were fine, but he had this one snaggletooth right next to his front teeth, and it was kind of cute.  So, though we weren’t besties, Al’s always been around since then.  We’ve been in the same English class every year, so far, and gym a few semesters, and the odd class like World History and Consumer Ed.  Never partners on a project or anything, but we were friends.

It’s hard not to keep an eye on him since he is incredibly hot.

Now, so is my Scott, don’t take my meaning wrong.  But I’m telling you about Al.  This boy’s skin glows.  Like he brought the west coast sun with him.  Like he was Hercules at the end of the cartoon when he came up out of Hades carrying Meg.  He has blonde hair that always looks like he just towel-dried it hours after he stepped out of the shower.  A few sun freckles across his nose, and blue eyes.  He acts in some of the plays at school, but in the fall and winter, he’s on the Gymnastics team and his body is amazing.  I’d seen him in uniform, and in his swim trunks both at the school’s pool in gym class and at Milner Pool in town, so I knew he owned a set.  You just want to touch him and see if his bod’s real.  He’s the guy all the girls say about, “Oh, too bad he’s gay.”

But he was gazing at my breasts.  Maybe he just liked my top. 

Now my Scott is incredible, too.  Brown hair, brown eyes, strong chin.  Plays on the Soccer team in the fall and the Swim team in winter, so his body… just makes me melt.  He plays saxophone in the Jazz Band year ‘round, so he’s got some talent, too.  He’s not big like a Football guy, and he has what he calls his ‘swim layer’ of skin over his muscles, so though his skin is soft, I can feel his steel underneath.  I love tracing his pecs as much as he loves fondling my breasts.  His cock… he says it’s seven and a half inches but I don’t care; I have never failed to have an orgasm when we make love… or when we just fuck.  Especially when we just fuck.

Scott and I were destined to be together, and destined to stay together now that we were, so you should know that from the start.  I am madly, and maybe recklessly, in love with my Scotty.  We’ve got a year before either of us might have to move away for college, so we’ve got time to make good plans.

All set, Al grabbed his towel and we joined the others out on the sand.

After the drive, it was nice to get outside and jump around a bit.  I tried the water, but it was cold.  It always is in June — it’s actually best in September after the lake has had a few months to warm up.  After some fun, I went back to our blanket, and Gwen joined me.  I’d go back in the water after I’d gotten some rays, I’m not one of those girls who worries too much about her hair.  I take care of it, but it’s ponytail time here at the beach. 

“It’s fun watching the boys wrestle,” Gwen observed, spying from behind her sunglasses.

“You can almost feel their hands all over you,” I agreed.

“Tori doesn’t have to imagine,” Gwen pointed out.  Tori was currently single and enjoying every minute of being grabbed and tossed.  “I didn’t want to ask in the car, but is she with Luke?”

“No, but I’m glad he came.”  When Charlie and Allison dropped out, we had room for two more, and you don’t have to be a couple, you know?  We’re all just friends.  I watched my Scott pick up Al and fall backwards into the water.

“Tori will try and fuck him, anyway,” Gwen knew.

“Oh, that is assured,” I laughed.  We were a group of seven, now.  Al’s boyfriend Benji got sick and dropped out yesterday.  Scott ate his share of the cost.  I don’t know where Scott and Danny got all the money from, and Scott told me not to ask.

Tori was climbing on top of Gwen’s Danny.  “Or she may try to steal Danny from you…” I joked.

“Not happening…”  Danny was devoted to Gwen.

But then there was Al.  He was climbing on Scott for a game of Chicken.

I knew Al and my Scott had fooled around, a little.  Friday nights are Guys Night Fridays — and Girls Night Fridays, for that matter — and I know they’ve gotten lonely and horny, sometimes, and had some fun.  I’m not concerned.  Guys do that, I’ve found.

A few weeks ago, I’d invited friends over to my house since my parents were away for the night.  They’d driven to a club and resort up in Lake Geneva, so the house was mine until they got back.  There were four couples: me and Scott, Albert and his boy Benji, Danny and Gwen, and our other friends, Charlie and Allison.  We’d been spread to different bedrooms.  Scott and I took the big bed in my folks’ room, while Al and Benji were entrusted with my bedroom, next door.  The others were in other places.  I wasn’t sure who was going to be spending the night, but my goal was to finally wake up in my boyfriend’s arms with the morning light, and maybe wake him up with a blowjob before some hot morning sex!

After we had had our first amazing session together that night, and we were lying in each other’s arms, cuddling, Al had wandered into our room, naked.

He just said to us, “Benji’s passed out.  Like, in the middle of the bed.  I could push him over, some, but I’m not ready to sleep.  What’s going on with you guys?”

Scott just looked at me and then kind of laughed at him.  “What the heck do you think is going on, you goofball?”  He sat up in bed and stretched, arms out and away and then bent the elbows, like proving he was a superhero.  Well, he is mine, anyway.  And he looks like one, to be honest, so I can’t complain.

Scott gave me a look, like ‘Fiona, you okay?  Or should I kick him out?’ but I just barely shrugged, gave Scott a slight smile.  You know you’re in love when you can communicate silently like that.  And we were very good friends before we were in love.  And I wasn’t too worried about Al seeing me naked.  Without getting into details, there had been a couple small group sessions, let’s call them, in our sex life — no orgy, but naked friends were together.  My boobs were no secret.  But I am proud of them, and Scott calls them ‘spec-tac-u-lar.’  That was the first time I’d seen Al completely naked, though.

“Well, I figure there has been some wild, yet tender, lovemaking happening in this room,” Al said.  “But the walls stopped shaking and things got quiet, so I thought it might be a good time to come visit.”  Al smiled his bright smile, evident from what light was leaking through the now-open door.

“Busting into our room seemed your best option?” I asked, but with a laugh.

“I did knock,” he said.

“Well, have a seat, mon frère,” Scott offered.

I’d looked at Scott a little surprised, but not really surprised, I guess, after everything in the last month or so.

Al took a seat on the bed, on my side, sitting half-on with one leg curled under him, the other foot still on the floor.  Maybe he was letting me know he was comfortable, yet temporary.  He hadn’t fully climbed on as if he expected to become part of our lovemaking.

Either way, he was giving me a better look at his cock.  Like I said, it’s a nice cock.

“So, I was at that point,” Al explained about his intrusion, “where I was going to have to turn on your Sleeping Beauty lamp by your bed, Fee, and flip through your books and magazines on your nightstand, or come out and find something on TV.  Charlie and Allison are missing from the couch, so I would’ve been alone in your living room.  And I’m a social animal.  I need to be with people.”

“You can hang with us for a bit,” Scott told him.

“Cool.”

I didn’t want to seem like the bad guy then by refusing, and I’ll admit I didn’t mind taking the time to check out Al’s body.  And why not?  Naked is naked.  But I didn’t want that awkward pause where you go, “So…”

“What did you guys wind up doing last time on Guys’ Night Friday?” I asked the two of them.  “Go watch Colton baseball lose to Morton?”

They both laughed.  “Lose to Morton… right…” Scott shook his head.  “No.  Didn’t go to the game.  Just hung out.”

“We’ve got to find a decent pool hall around here, man.”  Al shook his head sadly.

“I know!  The bowling alley tables, filling ‘em with quarters sucks, and you have to wait for one of the two tables…”  Scott, holding me, was kind of rocking me with his pseudo-anger.

“You guys did the movies, last week…” I put out there.

“Movies are crap right now, so…”

“So I listened to him get drunk and whine about how much he wished you were there!” Al finished for him.

“Oh, did you miss me?”  I gave him my sad little girl voice, and leaned in to nuzzle his throat.

“You’ll never know how much…” Scott moaned, caressing my breasts.

I heard Al laugh a little.  Then, “Had to take extreme measures, then…”

Now that was an interesting statement, and something I would’ve demanded details on if Danny hadn’t come bounding into our room at that exact moment.  Naked, just like Al, and his half-hard cock bouncing, which was kind of funny.  But everyone was fucking all around the house, so what did I expect?

Briefly, he wanted a condom because he gave his own to first-timers Charlie and Allison.  I was all, “Finally, they’re doing it!  No more ‘Someday, when we’re ready.’”  But Scott couldn’t help him since I’ve been on the pill for months, now.  Later, I talked to Gwen about going to the doctor if she and Danny were going to keep playing roulette like that.  However, Al had some condoms and took Danny to the other room to find them.

I thought we’d gotten our room back and Scott and I started making out, again, when Al came right back in.  “Well, Danny’s good for a few more times!”  And he sat back on the bed.

I guess I could’ve expected that since he was alone, again, and that was the reason he’d sought us out in the first place.  But I wanted to keep kissing my Scotty, so I didn’t stop right away.  Al didn’t excuse himself, either.  So, I just brought us to a good stopping place and pulled back.

We must’ve shifted as the sheet and comforter had been drawn away, more, and my ass was on display.  Did that happen with my twisting? or did…?  Interesting…  I had wondered.  I had to put the focus back on Scott.  I patted him on his chest and sat up.  I took a breath and composed myself.

“So, a moment ago, you said something about extreme measures?” I put to Al, noticing then that his cock had gotten hard.  Had he done something fast with Danny, or was that just from watching me and Scott?  It’s fascinating seeing that happen.  That’s the thing about boys — they’ve got these things and they’re alive!  I’ve felt a few cocks grow hard in my hand, or watched them grow with just one or two jerks.  Once, I’d felt Scott inside me after a Round 1 grow hard for Round 2 — that made me cum right there!  But I’ve never seen it happen all by itself.  It’s soft, then poof! it’s hard!  I thought Al had been soft (soft-ish?) when he’d come in.

The ‘extreme measures’ question made my two boys exchange looks.  “Uh-oh…” Al said to Scott, with a chuckle.

Scott looked from Al to me and back to Al.  His mouth opened, but no words came out.  Eventually, he said, “Baby, I really wished you were there.”

“Did you boys do something together?” I put to them playfully.

“Kind… of…?” Scott said, and I could tell he was treading water, afraid he was getting into trouble.

“Scott,” I led off, “I know you did stuff with Danny back in middle school, and I saw you give Pietro a half-hearted blowjob back on our Day 1…”  Long story short, there was a situation that I don’t want to explain where some odd stuff happened, but it led to me dumping my rebound, and Scott and I got together forever.  So, I’d seen my Scotty in a little bi-action.  “…so if you two gave each other a quick hand job watching a dirty movie, I get it!”

“What if it was a blow job?” Al asked me.  He caught my eye, but my eyes moved down from his to watching his hand moving underneath the comforter, running along Scott’s calf.  Then, to Al’s hard cock.  Back to his hand on Scott.  Back to his eyes.  Then to Scott’s eyes.

“What if?” Scott asked me.

I wasn’t sure.  “Did you blow him, or did he blow you?” I asked, wondering, as I asked it, if there was a difference.

“Both,” Scott said, quickly.

Scott and I had spoken about how boys do such things, in general.  That it didn’t mean anything, just a relief from interminable horniness.  I shouldn’t be surprised that this could happen on a Boys Night Friday.  It aligned with what we girls discussed as Topic #3 back in the school Ladies Room — that boys need to cum like three times a day.

“So, are you two a thing, now?” I guess I had to ask.  Joking?  “Or was it just a Guys Night thing?”

“See… that’s…” Scott stammered, a bit.  What was he leading up to, this boy I was in love with?

I had a feeling I was going to hear something.  Scott might lie to me, though I don’t feel he ever would, or he might lie to Al, but he couldn’t lie in front of both of us.  And Al was being quiet, letting Scott do the talking.  My blood was running a little cold, and I actually grabbed the comforter into a bunch in my lap.  “Are you… trying to break up with me?”

Scott’s eyes went wide in panic, and he closed the distance between us.  “Oh, god, baby, no.  No, please, god, never…”  He closed his arms around me.  I let go of the comforter to hold him back.  “Baby, I love you.  You know that.  I truly do.  I love you so much.”

“I love you, Scotty,” I told him.  “So why the…”  Panic?  Worry?  If I were back in English class, I might say ‘trepidation.’

“I don’t know if I’m… cheating on you, you know?”  He didn’t look at me.

I breathed a little easier.  “Scotty…  Scotty, I’m not worried about a little action going on behind the scenes with Al.  Or Danny, if you’ve done that, too.  I kinda always figured you did.”

Scotty breathed a laugh.  “I haven’t sucked off Danny.”

“Almost, you said,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, almost.  But…”  Again, he hesitated.

I tried to calm him.  “The way I figure… I mean, even Tori and I have played around girl-style when I was going out with Leo, and a couple times, even, during the short Sebastian time.”  I didn’t mean to name names, we try not to talk about old paramours, it was just easier.

Scott and Al looked to me with interest.

“Yeah.  Haven’t really had any opportunity since I started going out with you.  Nor any need…” I gave him my sexy eyes.  “But, you know, sometimes, Tori and me, we’d just be sitting on my bed or her bed, pretending to do homework, watching some stupid videos, following up someone’s Tiks and Toks…”

I noted I had their attention and decided to play a bit.  Scott’s hands had moved from my back onto a breast and the other one was traveling lower.  Al had actually taken ahold of my ankle and was massaging my leg where he could reach.

“Or she puts on Euphoria because she has HBO, and… her hand slips into my panties…  We’d been trying on new clothes, so we didn’t have much on, to begin with.  She has really perky breasts, you know that?  And she’d dip a finger inside my pussy.  And maybe, maybe, I pull her panties off and…  And sometimes only a girl knows what a girl needs when you’re sitting around complaining about boys.”

“Did you ever play with Gwen?” Al asked, though I was certain Scott would’ve asked, too.

“Maybe.”  I gave in.  “A little bit, yeah.”

It got quiet, both boys running their hands on me.  I hadn’t noticed when Al climbed completely on the bed with us.

I had to ask.  “Scott, have you noticed that Al’s cock is hard?”

“So’s mine.  Now.”

“Yeah, but why would Al’s be?”

“I know beauty when I see it,” Al admitted.  “You’re lying there, your golden hair splayed out on the pillow, those magnificent breasts, hiding your pussy from me…”

Scott slowly pulled the comforter up and away from my body.  I didn’t stop him.

“There it is…” Al smiled, his hand rising to my knee.  “I can see why Scott goes nuts over you.”

“It’s more than her body, Al,” Scott defended himself.  “It’s what’s inside her, even more.  It’s what we are together, instead of just all about her.”

That’s my Scotty.

“I believe you,” Al said.

“That’s my line,” Scott said, but only I knew what he meant.

“But, Al, I don’t think you like girls…” I began.

Al looked to Scott.

Scott took a breath and exhaled.  “I just want you to know, babe, Al took my virginity — my other virginity… both of my other virginities — back in the lawless time just before you came back into my life.”

“So, he’s special,” I observed.

“Yeah.”

I ran that through my head.  I didn’t want to ask questions we could talk about, later.  Instead, there was something else…

“Show me.”

My two boys looked at each other, but not out of guilt.  It was more like a questioning, like what does she want to see?

“Suck my Scotty off.”

Al smiled at me and pulled the remaining covers aside, revealing the rest of Scott, his cock as hard as I’d made it before.  He didn’t climb on top of him, yet, but latched onto Scott’s ankles and pulled him more center on the bed, then he found his position.

Al did what I do, worshiping Scott’s body, running his hands all along Scotty’s legs, up his waist and across his abs, tweaking a nipple, then back down to his thick brown pubes.  We’d actually trimmed those some a couple weeks ago — not as short as Al’s dark blonde ones, but not as wild as they used to be.  I still liked his thick; I liked how they held his scent.  When I go down on Scott, I can put up with a hair getting caught in my teeth because I love that musk in my nose.  He doesn’t smell — of course, I haven’t had the opportunity, yet, to go down on him after a soccer match, but his scent is so him, so undeniably male, it gets my blood moving, and I can’t wait to jump his bones and fuck him.  So, I hope Al was appreciating it, too.

When Al went down on my Scotty and took his cock inside his mouth, there was an immediate flash, an electric tingle, in my pussy.  I realized I’d been holding my breath, and had to remind myself how to breathe.  Little shallow breaths.

“That’s so fucking hot…”  I couldn’t help but touch myself. I was watching my superhero relax and allow himself to be taken this way, a way I’d participated in with him, but hadn’t witnessed.  I wondered what it would be like to see him allow Al inside his ass…  I imagined my Scott taking it for a bit, but then throwing Al onto the bed and giving it right back to him, but harder, like vengeance.

Then Al looked at me.  Right at me.  He stopped sucking my Scott and looked at me, questioning, and pulled off of Scott’s cock.  He reached a finger toward me.  I was only a foot, maybe two feet away, and he reached out and ran his finger down and inside my pussy.  He drew it out and put it directly into his mouth and suckled on it.

“I thought that was you.”

He had tasted me on Scott, the remains from our lovemaking before, and wanted to confirm it.  Oh, my god, I was going to cum…

Al didn’t waste that wet finger, either.  He slid it to the second knuckle inside my Scotty, making him moan, and went back down on him, taking him in over halfway, cradling his balls with the other hand.  He certainly was skilled.  I had to watch him, watch what he did, determine if he was better than I was.  Or at least watch for things he did to Scott that Scotty liked that I didn’t do, yet.

Scott’s right hand found me.  He needed to touch me, keep me a part of this.  He was moving along my back, but curved around to find my breast.  I leaned in a bit to allow him to hold it, and found he was rising and falling with his grasp, caressing the heft of my breast as if we were on a boat.  He loved my breasts, and I loved him loving my breasts.  I wanted to feel his mouth on me, right then, but that would’ve been awkward to force.  I saw my right nipple/areola had flattened; I was aroused, relaxed, warm.  I was good with what was happening.

Scott wouldn’t look at me.  His eyes were closed.  I imagined he didn’t want to have that helpless look.  He was just enjoying what his boy was doing to him.  The way he did with me.  Only, he would watch me, he would connect eyes with me when I did it to him and looked up.  I could always tell when I had him on the ropes.  I could tell from his eyes, when they lost focus and floated, like he was in his pool and couldn’t support himself, submerging.

I was secure.

“Switch.”

Both the boys looked at me, both a little disappointed, yet had that spark in their eyes at the same time, willing to trade what they were feeling for the opposite, yet complementary, feeling.  They didn’t take too long switching places, and I saw my Scotty take Albert’s cock into his mouth, but with a smile.

Scott was enjoying it.

I had to consider that.  I knew I smiled when I gave head to Scott.  When I went down on a boy, when I had chosen to do so, it was with a purpose and for pleasure.  Giving of pleasure, certainly, but also enjoying the sensation, myself, the satisfaction that must go back to being a baby, of having something in my mouth.  And there was the satisfaction of being good at what I could do, to bring Scott to the edge of orgasm or take him over the cliff, of taking his load and not choking or spitting it out.  And I watched Scott do things to Al that I did to him — the same things, the things he liked.  He even dragged his teeth a little on Al’s cock, I could tell.  I knew Scotty liked that, but I wasn’t sure of other boys that did.  Maybe Al did.  Maybe Scotty got him to like it.

I noted Scotty dipping his finger in and out of Al’s hole.  Was that what Al liked, or something Scott wanted me to do?  I used a finger, but I didn’t fuck him with it.  Hmmm…

This time, as he was licking his way up Al’s shaft to his cock head, Scott did look at me.  A gleam in his eye, almost like a kid — look at me!

Al was special to him.  Could I share him?  Did I have to?

Scott reached a hand out to me, again, taking my foot and caressing it.  He needed me to be there.  He wanted me there.  His looks at me while taking in Al were not like those I saw that one time before, how he couldn’t or wouldn’t look at me, then.

Al reached out to me, too.  His hand traveled my back to start, but where Scott had found my breast, Al found my ass, kneading the side closest to him, but edging toward my center.

I found myself wanting to fold in on the boys.  Maybe kiss Al or let him suck my breasts, definitely let Scott play with my pussy.  Their hands on me had completed the circuit.  I wanted in.

Of course, that was when naked Charlie and Allison came back upstairs all proud of losing their virginities, big smiles on their faces.  My boys sat up quick and fixed themselves, and everything turned into a kind of ‘break time.’  We got something to drink, ate a few chips, went to the washroom, Benji woke up.  Danny and Gwen joined us — Gwen was wearing her new pink matching undies which were so cute!  And then everyone went back to their rooms.  And my Scott came back to me, but not until he had to tell Charlie how it worked with the girl on top for their second time, and that it was okay to fuck her from below even if she was bouncing on top of him.  It was just funny, so I had to mention it!

It was nice spending the night together, and waking up together.  But I’d seen my Scotty in a little bi-action with Al, and I knew he was worried about my reaction.  And I had to think about how I felt about it, too.

Back on the beach, Scott came running out of the water.  He was going to shake his wet, brown hair all over me like a dog, but I saw that coming and warned him off.  “Don’t you dare!”

“Ahhh…!  Are you coming back in?  I want to play with you in the water!”

I was happy enough on the sand, but I couldn’t resist his smile.  “I just put on sunscreen…” I whined.  “But okay!”

He picked me up and ran with me in his arms into the water, where we played with our friends, and every now and then I played with him and him with me.

End of part one

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