The rest of the night went slightly awkwardly. No, we didn't have sex. I drew her into my lap, and we enjoyed each other for a little longer. I stroked her lustrous brown hair, and she just pressed as close to me as possible. I enjoyed her softly girlish scent...the feel of her soft, silky skin. It seemed that those three words that we had said to each other, those three powerful words, had drained all speech out of us, and all we could do was feel.

We finally broke apart. It was as if we both heeded the same signal. Amy began to wriggle off just as I tried to stand up. I walked to the doorway, than looked back. Amy was sitting up, still nude, looking at me longingly. I think I read her mind when I smiled sadly and said, "No. It's not the right time." Her expression never wavered.

We ate dinner absurdly early. Amy came down, fully dressed (same clothes, pink blouse and knee length shorts), and helped me make it, as she usually did. The television was turned on, but neither of us cared about Sheldon, Leonard, Raj, Howard, or even Penny (Penny had always been Amy's favorite character, for reasons unknown). The television's sound seemed to merge with the silence itself, and the silence sat upon us like rocks. It crushed us oppressively, but both of us were afraid to break it, for fear of what might happen. We could survive, but, then again, there could be a rockslide.

I finally surrendered. We had orange chicken, rice, and, for dessert, Jell-O. It was during dessert when I spoke, for the first time it seemed in centuries. Hell, my throat was dry, and my first attempt at speaking sounded like a dying man. I had to take a drink of water before starting again. "So...how do you feel, Amy?"

Her response was immediate and spoken with confidence. "Like I've broken inside."

Ouch. I felt really, really, really bad now. "What's wrong?"

"Everyone else...the other two, not counting Tracy, I mean, have already Done It with you. But I haven't, and I live with you, and we see each other every day, and I love you, and you love me, and why haven't we Done It yet?" Her voice rose at the end, going from confident with a slight tremble, to nearly whiny.

I shrugged. "It just hasn't ever been... the right time. Amy, I love you in all the ways, and you know that. But perhaps it's living together that has stopped us. For us, we need a really special moment, something that will live with you forever. And...it just hasn't come up yet, you know?" I trailed off lamely. But she did seem to understand. "I...I guess."

And just like that, we were...ourselves again. Amy had been paying attention to Big Bang Theory, despite evidence to the contrary, and commented on how loose Penny was, but using, of course, more childish terms. Hell, I don't even know if she realized she characterized Penny as a slut.

We watched a bit more, than turned off the T.V as we cleaned up. I washed, Amy rinsed and dried; it was a ritual. And I was extremely thankful for it. We talked about what we should do for the rest of the summer. Amy was inclined to stay at home and go between watching T.V, playing Facebook games, and doing homework. My ideal schedule for her, of course, was a bit more active, if a bit less ordered. And then suddenly, I had an idea. "Want to go to the beach?"

Amy's eyebrows shot up into her hair. "Umm...sure, but why?"

"Well, why not? I think you'll enjoy it, right?"

She nodded. "Okay. Can I invite friends?"

I sighed. I knew which friends she would invite, and I really didn't want to have to deal with those three again. Specifically, Chingli and Tracy. I had a feeling that Stephanie was on "my side" now, but Chingli could easily bully her back. But what was a beach trip without friends?

It turns out, I didn't have to deal with the devil again. Chingli had gone to China (looks like I couldn't deal with her for at least a month). Tracy was in trouble, and, for a second, I had the irrational fear that she had somehow told on us. But apparently, she had been caught with several lesbian porn magazines, and grounded for the "WHOLE SUMMER. Can you believe it?"

were Amy's exact words. Stephanie shyly declined, saying her parents weren't home, but asked to speak with me. I declined, partly because I wasn't totally ready to confront her yet, but also because Amy was shooting me a terrifyingly possessive look, more suited to a 40-year old who believes her husband has just cheated on her.

But we still decided to go. Amy was now attached to the idea of going to the beach, and the fact that it was only an hour drive away made it an easy choice. Plus, Amy's Iphone told her the weather tomorrow would be perfect for the beach. So it was decided. I got everything packed up before we went to bed that night, towel, umbrella, sunscreen, suntan lotion, bathing suit, spare bathing suit, spare clothing, boogey board on the car, a Wheel Of Time book...the list goes on. But the gist was, I'd be carrying a huge bag, a boogey board, and an umbrella over my shoulder. Amy would have a tiny bag with a towel, her bathing suit, and her change of clothes.

We woke up quite early the next morning. Breakfast was some hot oatmeal and sausages, and it vanished in less than half an hour. Amy put on her bathing suit under her clothing, and I put mine on as well. We put on sunscreen, double checked everything, hopped on the BMW, and were off on our happy way. It was an hour drive, but Amy and I had a good way to pass the time. We plugged in her Iphone, with its huge archive of songs, and tried to sing along to them. Amy was definitely better than I was, her clear, pure voice matching the inflections of each singer almost perfectly.

Time flies when you're having fun, and it flew for us. It was 9:07 when we got to the beach, and, surprisingly, despite the almost oppressive sun, the beach wasn't too full. Well, at least there wasn't a half nude fat man every nine or ten square feet. As soon as we marked our territory with a flamboyantly pink umbrella and a huge pink towel (Amy's favorite color was pink), Amy threw off her clothing and stood in the scanty tie-dye bikini she had worn on the pool party day. I rolled my eyes.

I took off my shirt, and Amy grinned at me. "C'mon, Jake, let's go!"

So we went. Amy boogey boarded while I "body-boarded". It was pretty much like boogey boarding, but a lot more painful when you hit the shore. We had close races, although I usually won, because I got more of a head start. After a couple, I gave up, got the camera, and took pictures of Amy's smiling face as she hit the shore. A few times, I got her sputtering face as she went belly up and struggled to find her bearings again. "Hey! Don't take pictures of me like THIS!" She shook her hand at me in mock anger, wet hair slapping against her shoulders.

After one too many capsizes, Amy suggested we build sandcastles instead. So we did, taking slabs of sand and building them into a reasonable semblance of walls. We built them close to the waves, so that we could have a "challenge", Amy proposed. She had me digging ditches and slapping together walls while she worked on "something to protect".

"Look, Jake, look!"

I turned around from where I was adding onto the wall. She had built up a tower, that bore an unusually good resemblance to a penis. Well, to me it did. It lacked the tip, and the oozing precum, but it had two "balls" made out of sand. I raised an eyebrow at Amy. "And what's that supposed to be, exactly?"

She grinned. "Your penis." Her voice dropped several decibels when she said "penis". I glared at her. She shrugged.

I quickly stood up, and, observing the sun, I stated, "We should probably get something to eat."

I swear, nothing gets that girl better than food. "Oh, cool!" She ignored the wave that suddenly flooded over my well built walls and melted half the penis. "What're we going to eat?"

I shrugged. "Wanna get a hot dog and a Popsicle?"

She smiled. "Yeah! Soda too! I want Sprite!"

After we were back at the towel, I wished I had chosen less phallic food. She was happy, though, smiling suggestively as she licked the tip of the hot dog before gently biting it off.

About a third of the way through her hot dog, I gave up the farce. I grabbed Amy's arm. "Stop doing that!" I hissed through my teeth. She looked pretend hurt. "But I thought you liked it?" My tented bathing suit was testament to the fact that I liked it. Hell, in that bathing suit, she was pretty much nude to me, as I could easily imagine what those skimpy pieces of tie-dye fabric covered.

I snapped myself out of it. "I...okay, I like it. But don't do it here, in public! They might arrest me for pedophilia!" I whispered. Damnit, but I sounded like I was five again.

Amy winked at me. "Okay." The hot dog went down fine. The Popsicle didn't. Was it my imagination, or was she licking the shaft? And I was pretty sure she circled her tongue around the tip when she got there. Again, I had to focus to force my cock down. Amy was like a daughter to me, damnit. I loved her sexually, but not the way I had "loved" Chingli that one night.

This went deeper...so why was my cock still getting hard?!

She was grinning as she got the last of the Popsicle down her throat. After finishing it, she asked "So, what do you want to do now?"

I shrugged. "Well, before we do anything in the sun again, I suggest you get some sunscreen on, at the very least."

She beamed at me. "Okay!" Amy pulled part of the towel into the sun, then flopped on her stomach on it. She then gave me a suggestive smile. "Okay. Start with the sunscreen!"

I rolled my eyes, but still took the Dove lotion (S.P.F 15, she hated "real" sunscreen, so I sprayed it on her after I rubbed the lotion), and went toward her. I sat next to her, and was just about to focus my mind and rub her down, when she stopped and grasped my wrist. "Wait...not yet," Amy whispered, giving me a sheepish grin. "I need to go to the bathroom."

Imagery popped in my head. I had to consciously try to push it away. "Okay. Then go."

She pouted, her mouth curved cutely downwards. "What kind of bodyguard are you if you don't come with me?"

Was it just me, or were there sexual innuendos everywhere? I nodded. "I'll go with you to the bathroom, but not INSIDE the bathroom. I'm pretty sure the assassin isn't inside your toilet." I deadpanned.

She grinned. "Let's go!"

For her, it was as if it was some adventure, navigating through the maze of towels and people, then moving across the hot sand ("Ow, ow, ow, ow"), to the wooden stairs that led to the large wooden building that served as the public restrooms. As soon as we went around to the girl's side, the back, it was evident there was something wrong. A huge line of solid female went out from the toilets and halfway around the building. Oh, crap.

"I really have to go!" Amy begged me, now not looking like the saucy girl she had been earlier, but truly like a girl desperate to go to the restroom. Her pleading eyes latched onto mine. "Please?" As if that would help.

I blew air threw my teeth, and talked to her as we walked away. "Well...we can't go here. I'd hazard a guess that the restaurants wouldn't let us in either. So, I can see only one way out of this." I stopped talking.

Amy looked at me pleadingly, brown eyes wide. "Please? Tell me?"

"You're going to have to go in those bushes." I said, lowering my voice and gesturing at the reasonably dense and high beach plants that marked the end of the beach.

She was surprised. "But...but...you can't seriously expect me to do that? That's what men do! I...I can't!" She truly did seem desperate.

I shrugged again. "Well, what other choice do we have?"

Amy was a logical girl, so she resignedly walked with me to what seemed like the perfect place, a small clearing, covered on all four sides by some kind of thorny beach flora. She glared at me as she got into the position to take off her swimsuit bottoms and go.

"Turn away!" I did. "Wait, hold my hand..." I groped behind me and caught it.

Despite my...love, for Amy, I didn't even think about looking as I heard her whimper as her pee spattered onto the sand. This was too private an endeavor to be considered even the least bit sexual. I listened for a minute or so more, before she finished. "I need a napkin!" she hissed, sounding worried.

I sighed as I took one out of the package I remembered to take in my pocket and passed it to her.

"Thanks, Jake," she said, sounding extremely relieved. I heard wiping, then felt the napkin pressed into my palm again. "For memories." I distinctly heard the grin in her voice.

I tossed it in the trash as we walked back to the towel. Amy held my hand, swinging our arms as we walked. We must have struck quite the couple.

Back at our hot pink shelter, we picked up where we left off. Amy got on her stomach again, smiling at me. "Get the sunscreen already!"

So I did. Spurting a bit into my hands, I tried not to notice the resemblance it bore to cum. In fact, I tried not to pay attention to anything I was doing with my hands, running them over Amy's warm, soft skin, rubbing the cool lotion to her. I tried to pay attention to the seagulls, or the sea, or that fat man tanning over there.

"Hey!" I looked down. Oops. I was doing her back, kneading the lotion, and I had accidentally snagged on her bikini strings. She turned her head back and shot me a look. "I thing you've done quite enough there! Get my legs, Jake."

Oh god. This was going to be even worse. Her legs...they were so firm, so nice to the touch. It was hard not to think of anything sexual with those nicely muscled, slim legs right there, and me the person lucky enough to be touching them. It was even harder after I got to her upper legs and her ass. I've seen worse asses on supermodels. Despite my resolve, my eyes were inexorably drawn to those two perfect hills...I could simply not look anywhere else.

Was I so far gone that I was hearing music? What the hell was "Jar of Hearts" doing, playing in my head?"

And suddenly the ass was gone. I had to clear my mind as I saw Amy crawl over to her bag and take out her phone. I should have known. She loved Christina Perri. She gave me a wink.

Later, she mouthed, before hitting the answer button.

"Hello? Oh, hi Stephanie! Mmm? Yes, I'm here. Yes, Jake's here." She gave me a possessive look again. "Hmm? We're at... Santiago Beach, why? What? No way, really? You're doing what?

Omaigod, thank you so much Steph! You sure, though? Aww...thank you! Okay...no, I think I can memorize it...okay...okay...thank you so much! Okay, bye!"

I must have looked extremely confused, because Amy nearly burst out laughing when she saw me. She sobered up nearly immediately, though, and started rolling up our towel. I raised an eyebrow. "And exactly WHAT do you think you are doing, young missy?"

She grinned at me, a smile full of life and happiness and mystery. "It's a surprise. But help me pack."

So we managed to get everything packed up again, and got back in the car and on the road. I trusted Amy enough to take her instructions about where to go, and we found ourselves on a quiet side road, right after a sign labeled "Private Property".

"You want to tell me what we're doing here, Amy?"

She sighed. "You're so impatient! Stephanie's family owns a bit of the beach over here, and she wanted to let us use it! How nice of her!" I grinned. I didn't exactly know why, but it seemed like the kind of thing she would do. "Tell her thanks for me."

The code-locked security gate was no match for Amy's memory, and soon we had parked and were walking to Stephanie's beach.

We both gasped as we saw the beach. They must have won FIVE lotteries to be able to own this pristine jewel! Not only was there a stretch of perfectly sugar-white sand, but, to the side, it looked like there were tide pools, carved into the rock by the ocean. Amy squealed as she ran toward the water, throwing off her swimsuit. "Hey, wait up, Amy, when did I say you could do that?"

She stopped right before the water, and turned back, looking mischievous. "But I wanted to skinny dip...Oh, I see why you're so worried." She looked up at the oppressive sun. "I guess you'll have to rub sunscreen on my butt too."

I tried to snort derisively. "No, we'll just spray you all over." I modestly averted my eyes from her pretty, bald vagina as I sprayed the sunscreen all over her. That being done, I set up our pink umbrella and towel, which now looked even more conspicuous without a bunch of other things to compete against. Amy seemed extremely happy to skinny dip, running in and out of the water and squealing. The book was in my lap, but my eyes were on Amy, and her beautiful, nude body, as she was swept up by the waves, again, and again...

Wrestling with my mind, I forced it back to the book, and buried myself in the adventures of Rand Al' Thor, Perrin Aybara, and Matrim Cauthon. In fact, I buried myself so deep, I almost didn't hear Amy's cry for help.

"Jake! JAKE! HELP!" She was both panicked and desperate. Throwing down my book, I soon saw why. An ominous gray fin glided near her, and she was fighting the tide hard to get back to the shore, or at least the safety of the rocky tide pools.

The next event has the hazy feeling of a dream. I remember standing up, and suddenly, I was in the water, the salt burning my eyes as I fought against the ocean. I quickly adopted freestyle, hearing Amy's desperate cries as I came closer and closer. I had her! My arm around her waist, I fought again to get to the tide pools, which were a lot closer than the shore.

The twenty or so yards to the pools, may have well been miles.

I could hear Amy's desperate babbling, but could not discern words as I paddled, one armed, toward the dangerous looking rocks. The fin was forgotten as all I focused on now was getting Amy to shore. Somehow, I also noticed that my swimsuit was gone. It had been loose, and I guess the tide had taken it away.

We made it. The rocks were like spikes as they washed us into the largest tide pool, almost a lagoon. I was dashed against the stone shore, but I managed to toss Amy up so she could crawl on top of a rock. The gray fin was barely visible to my tear-filled eyes (brought by the salt, I swear!), and I was glad it did not approach the lagoon.

I crawled up on shore the second time the wave came in. Amy looked at me fearfully. Still not satisfied, I picked Amy's naked body up and threw her over my shoulder, navigating my way through the maze of rocks. I cut myself up a bit here too, the salt exacerbating the pain, but it was nothing to my relief. Amy...Amy was safe.

I tossed her limp body down onto the white sand and ran my hands over here, checking for injuries. Her ribs and chest seemed fine. Arms okay, movable, bones fine. Legs strong, and still firm. Back straight, nothing strained.

Finally finished with my duty, I collapsed, exhausted. It's surprising how much swimming, jumping, and running can take out of you. I saw Amy's face block out the sun, and her hip pressed against my erection, and I smiled stupidly as I enjoyed both. "Jake! Jake, are you okay?!"

I put my hand against her cheek. "I'm okay if you're okay."

She collapsed against me, sobbing. "Oh Jake! I'm sorry, so sorry! Sorry, Jake! I'm sorry!" Amy's massive vocabulary had somehow been reduced to "Jake", "sorry," and "I'm".

I comforted her, stroking her hair, enjoying her nude body pressing against mine. "There, there. What is there to be sorry about? I was doing my job, and you're safe, and I'll live..."

Impetuously, I kissed the top of her head. She smelled so good, felt so RIGHT as I was holding her. I never wanted to give her up.

Her tear covered face filled my vision. "I love you, Jake!" And we kissed.

It was deep, precious, every bit the perfect kiss. Our lips were one, our bodies were one. We had our eyes closed, relishing instead the taste, the smell, the feel of each other. It was an eternity we were locked in that embrace, and it would be an eternity more before we could ever have another.

After we broke apart, it was a bit awkward. Amy noticed exactly how hard my cock pressed against her stomach, and I became extremely conscious of her little nipples. We both sat on the towel, still nude, and watched the waves move in and out. I pretended to go and read my book, but my mind was really roaming over Amy's body, creating fantasies that made my cock even harder.

"Jake!" Amy whispered, and tapped my shoulder. She was pointing toward the ocean...weird, she looked frightened. Why?

I looked, and just barely made in time to see the dolphin jump out of water playfully. Despite its distance, it was almost like it was looking directly at us. The cute thing did a few more jumps, and Amy and I were lost in the moment, watching the adorable dolphin play. Some things about nature never cease to amaze.

But it was soon over. The gray fin glided away from us and into the distance. The fantasy was suddenly broken, and Amy looked to me, afraid. "Are...are you angry, Jake?" she asked timidly.

"Angry? Angry about what?"

"The shark...it wasn't a shark...it was a dolphin..."

That just hit me. I thought about it for a few seconds, and, inexplicably, it entertained me to no end. I began to laugh, nearly to the point of being hysterical. I saw Amy looking at me fearfully. I wiped away tears and tried to reassure her. "Listen Amy...you're safe, right?"

She nodded, still scared.

"Then...then everything's okay!" I started laughing again. Perhaps it wasn't entertainment so much as relief. So what if I got hurt? Amy was never in danger, and that was what mattered. Always.

Her fear turned to surprise turned to relief. Then she leapt on me and kissed me again. Somehow this didn't surprise me. My arms enveloped her, pressed her close, and I kissed back, hard. Our tongues danced as our bodies reacted. I laid back again, and she was on top of me, kissing me as many times as possible. I stroked her back, trying my very best not to go to sex...trying my very best to push her away...but I couldn't. My heart wouldn't let me.

Amy sat up, eyes, starry. She somehow managed to place herself perfectly on my chest, so I got a perfect view of all of her at once. The sun was setting behind her, and it gave her an otherworldly halo. Oh god, she was so perfect, so much more than I deserved. Her radiant smile shone brighter than anything I had ever seen, and her body was perfect, so perfect... Her voice, as she spoke, seemed to contain peals of bright laughter in few syllables. "It's time, Jake." I was entranced, caught by her dazzling web of love and beauty. There would be no escape.

I couldn't even protest weakly as she positioned herself above my erection. In fact, I helped her by holding my cock still while she guided the tip in. Her face was a mask of concentration as she tensed, then relaxed, then tensed, as she forced herself lower and lower. Throughout it all, though, the triumphant look never left her eyes.

Finally, she sat on me, fully impaled. She grinned at me through tears. "See? I can do it!" I sat up and kissed the tears away. "I knew you could. I just didn't know if you were ready."

We began to move. My hips gently moved around in circles, while she went up and down, using me as support. It was indescribable. Of course I had had sex before, and maybe with girls as tight as Amy. But Amy...Amy was special. The way she acted, the way she bit her lip while still conveying pure happiness, the way I felt I perfectly fit her, despite my size and her tightness. I loved her so much.

We never got to moving fast, which was fine. Amy was new to this, and slow and steady did the trick. Honestly, I couldn't resist much longer anyways. I'm pretty sure my face showed an internal battle, of mind versus urge. But I wasn't going to cum without Amy. I wasn't.

"I'm close!" she whispered breathlessly into my ear. How close, I found out in thirty seconds.

Her orgasm drove me over the edge. Despite her quiet lovemaking, as soon as she hit orgasm, she lost all control. I saw her eyes roll, her legs thrash. Her arms gripped me tightly, her nails scratched down my back. She opened her mouth and screamed so hard, I thought my eardrums would burst. It wasn't a bad scream, though. I prayed I would hear it many times in the future.

I came too. I buried my face in her shoulder, smelling her distinct shampoo, the lotion we had used today, the salt and the sand and the beach, but, above all, her. I smelled her, her beauty, her arousal, everything about her put together. And it drove me over the edge. Grunting quietly, I sent countless spurts of sperm up, up deep into her. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had, and, even afterwards, I kept leaking cum.

We shared one more passionate kiss, then Amy slid off. Her vagina seemed mauled, torn open by a monster. She giggled as she fingered it and drew out the cum I had released in her. "Mmm...

this tastes good. Maybe you should have shot it in my mouth...I would have really liked that!"

"Maybe I will next time!" I said with a grin. Then I realized what I had said. Then I realized what I had done.

Oh god, what had I done?