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While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of (unconnected, for
the most part) short
stories and still retains enough of that character that you do not have to read
each one in turn to
understand what is going on. Think of it as a series of incidents in a
biography. The sexual
activity is invariably M/F (or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost
invariably consensual,
there being one exception in here. Drugs show up once or twice, defloration
more often.
`
Chapter 10.
Under the Boardwalk
Two weeks after he started working at the restaurant, and a
few days after Jacqueline went home, when he had Thursday and
Friday off, Dave Whitley put on a pair of dark blue swimming trunks
and walked down to the beach about nine on Thursday morning. It
was still deserted then, with nobody much in sight, and he just
spread his blanket and went out into the water. Dave swam around
a while, started to get tired, and when he came back to his blanket
he found that the neighborhood had improved while he was gone.
******
When Joy Douglas got up on Thursday morning, she kept her
cotton pajamas on while she fixed breakfast for herself. Suzanne's
boyfriend Ricky walked in on her then, and she was afraid to ask
him if he had just come over or if he had spent all night with
Suzanne, as she suspected.
Joy told Ricky that she was going to spend the day out on the
beach. She had decided that she had been moping around long
enough. She picked a two-piece tiger-stripe bathing suit to wear.
The suit was a little tight on top, because her breasts had grown
since last year, but since it was her favorite of the suits she
owned, she was going to wear it anyway. It might help her not feel
so downhearted about this trip being so different from what she had
expected.
Ricky was still there when she came back out from changing and
he eyed her slyly as she walked by. Joy kind of liked that, though
she would never have admitted it. Ricky came back to Suzanne's
bedroom and told her about the tight two-piece suit that Joy was
wearing, and that got the two of them thinking, and that meant they
took even longer to get up--or to get out of bed, Ricky could get
up just fine.
Joy walked down the beach and spread her blanket out beside
another one, which turned out to belong to a nice-looking fellow
who came back from swimming soon. He was a little hairy but he had
a nice smile when he said hello to her.
"Hello," she said, "My name's Joy." And his was Dave Whitley,
he told her.
******
His new neighbor was 17 or so, a tall red-head wearing a
two-piece tiger-stripe thing that was getting a workout holding in
her upper development.
"Hello," she said, "My name's Joy." And he thought she
looked like she might be one, at that. She told him, over the next
hour or so, that she was just going into her last year as a student
at Mt. Venus High in Silver Spring, same as Dave, though they
hadn't met. (Well, it's a big school, he thought.) She was
sharing a beach-house with two other girls while her parents were
off on three weeks vacation in Europe without her, she had been
here for two days, and she was feeling lonely. She suspected that
the guy whom one of them was spending time with was somebody she
had just picked up here, since Joy had never heard his name
mentioned before, and didn't Dave think that was really improper?
Well, no, he thought, but he didn't give Joy a straight
answer, just kind of talked around it. Dave told her that
sometimes young people get a bit daring when they first get away
from the supervision of their parents. It was probably harmless,
he said, and she shouldn't worry about them. They probably were
not nearly as wild as she thought, he told her, and she
shouldn't worry about their influence on her.
Joy said that maybe she shouldn't go on like that herself,
since she was talking to him, but he looked nice, and since Dave
went to the same school she was starting at he was somebody that
she might have known. She thought maybe she had seen him in the
neighborhood, but Dave knew he would have remembered her.
Even worse, she was saying, the other girl had gone into her
bedroom with her boyfriend for a little while, and Joy wasn't at
all sure that he really came over real early this morning. He
might have stayed with her all night!
From all this Dave could figure that Joy was a frustrated
virgin, jealous of the other girls. She wasn't really comfortable
with even admitting that she liked men and that she wanted one
herself. Maybe Dave could get her comfortable with the idea, and
then the two of them could get comfortable together. He started to
have some thoughts about her that it might not be well to tell her
about, unless maybe he got to carry them out.
She said he had seemed so sensible in his responses that she
was getting to like him very quickly. Dave talked with her for a
while, and he went swimming with her, and after a while he kissed
her. Joy was hesitant, but she decided that it was harmless, and
since he was so nice...
After the first couple of soft kisses, Dave tried to put his
tongue into her mouth, but she was quite firm about keeping her
teeth together.
So he quit trying. For a while.
A half-hour later Joy had relaxed and he caught her off guard
and got in. She found that Dave was very good at using his tongue.
Much better than Gene, the boy she had been dating for the last
year, though it was only in the last few months that she had let
Gene do that to her. She wasn't sure she liked the fact that Dave
had managed it in only a few hours, and that she was co-operating.
Their kisses got serious, and she got half-worried at how much and
how easily she was responding to them. Dave had to reassure Joy
that he didn't think that she was horribly loose for doing that.
That would be nothing beside what Dave would really like to do
to and with her, he thought to himself. He would love to peel that
tiger-top off and use his fingers on her breasts, then see how much
he could make her nipples rise toward him. And then make her back
arch up when he began to use his lips. He would love to take the
stripes from her bottom, too, and run his fingers through her fur
(and maybe use his lips there too) until she was willing and eager
to go all the way. He wanted to have her athletic body naked under
him while he plunged deep between her long legs.
At noon they went to lunch together on the boardwalk wearing
t-shirts pulled over their upper bodies. Dave pointed out the
restaurant that he worked in. They walked back to the beach after
lunch holding hands, and then they had to walk a little farther to
find a quiet spot, since the one they had used that morning was
taken now by a couple with five little kids.
This time they only spread out Dave's blanket since it was the
larger of the two, and they lay down together on it. To Dave, it
added something that the two of them were almost the same height.
He hoped that this would only be the first of many times they would
lie down together, and not only in public.
Suzy and Ricky spent the day walking and talking and swimming
some. They ran into Anne and Carson during the day, and agreed to
meet them at the beach-house at seven. The boys would each bring
something for dinner and Anne and Suzy would fix the rest. Anne
reported seeing Joy talking to a boy, but they were too far off to
drop in on them right then.
Late in the afternoon Dave and Joy went swimming together and
they both emerged breathlessly from the surf at the same time, his
arm around her. He looked over at her.
Dave saw the pulse beat in her throat. Her dark lashes were
spiky, her long hair slicked back, and her lips were a pale petal
pink.
My God, he thought in amazement, she's gorgeous.
She was staring up at him, her arms wrapped around his waist
as he dropped his mouth to hers.
She tasted delicious--of mint and sea salt--as he ran his
tongue across the seam of her lips.
"Open your mouth for me."
"I don't think that's..."
Dave slid his hand up under her soaking-wet hair and held her
head in his palm. "Good idea, don't think. This is in the way of
an experiment." He took her mouth again, plundering the hot wet
interior as another wave crashed down beside them. He felt the
sharp edge of her teeth and pressed closer, feeling her soft curves
against him. She whimpered low in her throat as he rubbed against
her, but she didn't pull away; instead he felt her slim body sway
into his. He had tempted her, or perhaps she was tempting herself,
with the feel of his interest in her.
Joy's arm came up instinctively to pull him closer. He tasted
marvelous. Exciting. Thrilling. She gave herself up to his
devouring mouth.
When the next wave poured over them she held on tighter, her
mouth still fused to his as salt water ran down her neck and
sheeted their faces. His kiss was like nothing she'd ever
experienced before--hot and dark and totally unpredictable. His
tongue demanded that she respond. And she did--wholeheartedly.
After that, Dave and Joy spent less of their time in the water
and more on talking and holding each other. With the sun heating
her up and, perhaps, with being able to see how Dave's body looked,
Joy's mind was running in directions that she usually found it
easier to avoid. By the end of that afternoon -- well, it was a
good thing that there wasn't a crowd right around them, but they
might have drawn one anyhow. His hands had covered in detail all
of her exposed skin and gone a finger-length beyond to touch
one erect nipple and to graze her soft pubic hair.
Both times Joy looked away from me, looked down, so that he
had a chance to study her expression without her being aware of it.
She was a bit nervous, but then she relaxed and was visibly excited
by what he was doing -- and he glanced away before she looked up
again and could catch him watching her.
He wanted very much to get Joy into bed. He wanted to see the
expression on her face as he thrust into her and broke her hymen
and turned her into a woman. He wanted to look into her eyes at
that moment, to see her eyes go wide as he opened her, to see her
face fill with passion as he filled her inside. He wanted to see
her face as he built her to her first orgasm at the end of a hard
penis.
Joy's hand had brushed his erection, but she could not quite
bring herself to grasp and hold it. But she knew that it was
there, because she once put two fingers down the front of his
trunks to touch it. Her face was drawn but smiling as she did
that. Nice progress, Dave thought. This was a cherry that was
very ripe and ready for the plucking.
Joy wondered for her part if his trunks distorted things,
since the bulge in them looked much longer and twice as wide as she
had been told it was supposed to get. Joy wondered what it would
be like to have that in her. It seemed very large... This beach
and this boy were getting to her, because she had never thought
that way about her boyfriend at home.
She had thought about sex, of course, but never with anybody
in particular before. Or nobody real.
At six o'clock, Dave suggested to Joy that they both shower
and change, and then he would pick her up at the beach-house and
they could go to dinner together. She said it sounded like a
wonderful idea.
Suzanne met Joy as she came back to the beach-house, and she
said that she was going to meet a boy for dinner. That sounded
like a great improvement over the last two days. Suzy was tempted
to tell Joy that was quite scandalous behavior for her, but she
kept her mouth shut.
Dave thought about Joy a lot while he was taking a shower, and
his thoughts were very pleasant. He pictured how it would be to
have Joy here in the shower stall with him, and how her breasts
would fit perfectly into his hands.. But in reality those thoughts
were tempting his hands downward, and he had a better idea of what
to do with what was there.
He put on black slacks and a yellow shirt -- the shirt he had
worn when he met Jackie -- and he decided to pack a little
waist-bag with two items. One of them was another pair of swimming
trunks.
Dave got to the beach-house a little before the time that he
had promised to pick up Joy. She wasn't ready yet, and he was
startled to find that the two girls she was sharing the place with
were Suzanne Elgin and Anne Shimura. Joy Douglas had not given
their names. Suzanne, whose parents owned the place, told him that
while Joy was all right to live with in most ways, there was one
thing about her attitudes that was hard to take sometimes. She
walked up to Dave and rubbed his crotch and said, "Why don't you do
what you can to make our lives easier?"
Dave assured her that he was going to do what he could for
everybody concerned; he had read between the lines from what Joy
had already told him and felt he knew just what was needed.
The other house-mate, Anne Shimura, smiled at that and wished
him luck.
"That, or something that rhymes with it," Dave replied.
Joy had waved at Dave as she went from the bathroom to her
bedroom to finish dressing. The bedroom walls were thick enough
that she couldn't hear what they were saying, but they seemed to be
talking quite a bit.
As Joy walked into the room, she heard Dave make some comment
about rhyming, and the girls laughed. She wondered what that was
about, but before she could decide whether to ask, Dave kissed her
right in front of everyone and that got her flustered enough that
she never got around to it.
She had on a light yellow cotton dress with a fairly low-cut
front and a high hem. Joy looked almost better than she had on the
beach. She had been thinking of wearing something that would cover
her more, but then she remembered that he had seen her in less than
that all day long. And she liked Dave and wanted to really impress
him if she could. He took her by the arm and had her out the door
almost before she knew it.
While they ate dinner, Dave suggested to Joy that they might
end the day by going back to the beach, swimming some, and looking
at the moon.
He told her that he had already packed a swimsuit in his bag.
If he could change at her place while Joy put another suit on, and
they used her blanket, they could go almost straight from the
restaurant.
She said that sounded very romantic, and a nice way to finish
that wonderful day. When they got back to the beach-house, ninety
minutes after leaving, Anne and Suzy's boyfriends were there.
Dave used Suzanne's bedroom to take off his slacks and shirt
in, and to put on his trunks. That took him less time than for Joy
to change into a pale green string bikini, and he waited in the
front room for her. He told the other two couples of his plans for
the night, and they approved.
Anne Shimura, the little oriental one, said: "Good. You have
what she needs to calm her down, if you can just give it to her."
Dave had the impulse for a moment to comment that Anne would
know, since he had given it to the Japanese girl -- in fact, been
her first lover -- only a couple of months ago, but he refrained.
Carson, her current boyfriend, might not know that they had ever
met, let alone balled, and might be made uncomfortable by the news.
Ricky had gotten some beer in his belly, and he said: "Yeah,
give it to her hard and fast!"
They made him lower his voice, but it didn't seem Joy heard
him through the walls. Dave had no intention of giving it to her
hard and fast; if she was as inexperienced as he thought, and
Suzanne and Anne were even more sure that she was -- indeed, she
had announced it to them -- he wanted going to take it slow and
easy with her, and give her all that he could, every inch.
If she was any good in bed (and he couldn't imagine how she
could be bad at it), Dave wanted her to want him again and again.
The bikini was not as tight on her; probably it was newer than
he other bathing suit.
Carson and Anne left the beach-house at the same time to go to
a movie. There were a lot of choices of places to spread the
blanket, but less beach, because the tide was in. They picked a
spot fairly close in, near the boardwalk.
They did not get in a lot of swimming that night, since the
water got cold quickly after sundown. But that was not what was
uppermost in Dave's mind anyway. They talked and gazed at the moon
as they lay there on our backs. Soon he raised his head and her
lips met his, and it took only a little longer for both of them to
turn to their sides facing each other. Now when he got his tongue
in her mouth, it stayed, and Dave worked on arousing her and
keeping her that way as much as he could. One hand touched her
legs as far as he could reach, and her bare midriff, and for brief
moments he grazed the space between her long legs, which he wanted
so much to spread and lie between -- but he touched her there only
for moments, when she was already excited by his tongue. He ran
his other hand over her back, pulling her to him, and after a while
his fingers paused at her bikini top and he started to remove it.
He expected her to object, and she did; this made the next step in
his plan easier.
Joy came up out of the fog of sensation she had been swimming
in and said: "It feels so romantic here, and I'd really like to,
but what if someone saw us?"
Dave told her that they wouldn't have to go very far to be
under the boardwalk, where they could still see the moon and no one
could see them.
Joy hesitated at this because she realized that if they did,
they could continue what they were doing more privately, but they
might also do other things. She was half-willing, caught between
how she felt she should act and how she wanted to; between
appearances and the reality of her urges. After a bit she nodded
to him and they dumped things into the middle of the blanket and
carried it up between them. Dave stuck one hand into the side of
his bag and moved something to the keys-pocket in his trunks, she
saw.
They spread the blanket out again and they lay down together
again. They were more intense now about running their hands over
each other. Dave pulled the string tying her top on and he moved
his hand in gentle waves from the middle of her back toward her
front, slowly lifting the top off and touching her as he did, from
the middle of her back to the side of the roundness that was
against his chest. Then he drew away to set the cloth to one side.
While Joy had let her breasts be exposed and touched, she had never
been undressed before in both back and front.
But she didn't have time to dwell on that. Dave put his
tongue deep into her mouth as he touched his fingers to the nipple
of one breast. Joy moaned at the double stimulation. Her breasts
looked to him a little larger exposed than they had when covered,
and her nipples were large and brown. And hard already.
Dave bent and used his lips and tongue on one of them and his
hand on the other one. Joy drew in a sharp breath and arched her
back just as he had imagined she would, but rather more quickly.
He was having more effect than he expected. This looked like it
would be a good night.
It seemed that Dave was right in thinking that Joy needed only
a little work, in the right conditions (or maybe by the right
person) to open up.
"This feels so good, I hope you won't think I do this kind of
thing all the time, it just is so wonderful..." Joy babbled on.
"No, I'm just happy that you want to do it now," he replied.
"And it is wonderful."
Dave shifted and kissed Joy while lying directly on her, right
between her long legs and cushioned by her soft mounds, with his
tongue deep in her mouth and his hard penis pressed against her
pelvis. She was startled by this, and she seemed unsure that she
liked the idea, or unsure that she should like it, but she
accepted it. He am sure that this was the first time Joy had ever
felt a man pressed against her that way. When he moved his hips
slightly, not really forcing her legs apart as much as urging
them, she twitched in response and she breathed heavily.
Struggling valiantly for control, he dragged his lips from
hers, pressed his mouth against her throat and felt her pulse
flutter. Hauling in a deep, painful breath, he fought the urge to
take her quickly and fiercely.
Soon he lowered his body and he worked on her breasts again,
then kissed his way downward. After he had crossed her beautiful
flat stomach, Dave pulled her bikini bottom down slightly and he
nuzzled her pubic hair. Joy gasped and put out her hand to stop
him when he reached for the string holding her bottom on. Then she
took her hand away and whispered "All right." Joy really did not
want to have him stop.
While many girls balked at the idea of giving oral sex, or of
real intercourse, Dave suspected that almost all wonder about what
it would be like to have a man give them a vaginal kiss. He had
been willing to bet that Joy was one of these, and that if she were
already excited she would be willing to have him give her one.
And he was sure that she would feel that she was remaining in
control and could stop at any time. This was part of his plan, to
give her what his lips and tongue could do for her and take her to
the point of no return, and then to take her.
Dave drew back the cloth and began exploring her pubic hair
with his lips. He put his tongue to her clitoris as he passed it,
then he made Joy gasp when his tongue touched a different set of
lips. His tongue invaded her as it had this morning, but in a very
different place, and there was no comparison in what it did to her.
Here were the outer petals of the rose of flesh that he would
follow to her defloration.
He moved his tongue in and out, or on and off, too briefly for
her to do more than jerk at the touch when he kissed her down
there. This was something that Joy had always dreamed of, but had
never had the courage to ask for or speak of.
He spread the lips with his fingers, then he moved his hands
to caress her nipples, alternating and making all of her body ring
with pleasure and desire.
But in between those duties, his hands were at his raised
hips, tugging down his trunks. For one brief moment both of his
hands were behind him, opening the little foil package Dave had put
in the keys-pocket of his trunks and palming the condom. Joy was
aware of the absence of his hands at that moment, but only with the
small part of her mind that was not being overwhelmed by what he
was doing to her.
Slowly he moved her legs farther apart, almost to the point
that it would become uncomfortable for her. This allowed him to
more easily place his tongue in her, and also to make her more
vulnerable, in that it made it more difficult for her to move away
or to decide to get up. That it made her more psychologically
vulnerable as well she would not be aware of consciously.
It also made something easier which he had in mind for later
on.
His tongue invaded her as it had her mouth that morning, but
there was no comparison in what it did to her. Joy closed her eyes
to concentrate more fully on the sensations that were going through
her body, and her mouth hung slack and open in reaction.
All this time his tongue was darting in and out of her and
washing her inner walls as far up inside as he could reach. Joy
talked a lot while he did this, but neither had an idea later what
she said. She had been brought to orgasm before by someone's hand
but this was different and better.
The sea-salt added a tang to the clean fresh taste that was
natural to Joy.
"I've wondered what this was like, but I've never had anyone
do it before. Oh, it's so wonderful," she babbled.
His lips at that moment gripped her clitoris and tugged on it, as if
he were performing fellatio on her tiny imitation of a penis, and she
suddenly stopped speaking.
Then she went beyond coherent speech. His lips and tongue
made her body arch to meet him, her mouth slowly opened and stayed
that way, her eyes closed, and she gasped with the growing intense
arousal.
The passion came in waves for her, in little peaks that he
could identify by the way her head turned aside and strained and
her breasts surged up -- into his open hands, where his fingers
twisted the little peaks of her nipples.
He built Joy up and built her up, almost to a climax, and then
he pulled away. When Dave went to one side of her he dropped the
trunks off and quickly slipped the condom on. It was too dark for
her to see either action, he was sure.
"That was so nice, Dave, would you be willing to do a little
more of it?" Joy asked.
"Yes, definitely," he said, and he kissed her on the lips
again. By the time that Joy realized that she was tasting herself
on him, she liked the taste.
Dave lay back between her legs, positioning himself so that
his lips and tongue and left hand could caress her sensitive
breasts while his right hand returned to her labia. That hand
stroked the outside and one finger slid in and out at the entrance.
Joy moaned under his attentions, building again.
But her conscience bothered her again, and Joy began to try to
sit up. Dave kissed her again and calmed Joy until she lay down
again and let him continue to excite her.
How many times today had he imagined her like this? How many
times had he imagined them coming together this way, breathless and
urgent in a torrent of need? Too many to count. A dark and
dangerous passion swirled on them, somehow simultaneously lighter
than air and heavier than the sea.
His mouth rushed hungrily over her face; his hands moved
heatedly over her skin, discovering points of pleasure that she'd
never known existed. Although he'd wanted to be tender, had
planned to be gentle, it seemed he had no gentleness to give her
now.
But Joy didn't seem to want gentleness. Indeed, her own hands
were far from idle, racing over his own taut body, stroking,
exploring, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through him.
It was as if the laws of gravity had been suspended; they
moved freely, effortlessly, as if they'd been taken fathoms beneath
the sea, their lovemaking awash in liquid pleasure.
Like a drowning man, he clung to her as he was pulled into the
depths. Dragging his mouth from hers, Dave planted kisses,
passionate, hot kisses, all over her fluid body. Her body bloomed
beneath his lips, her breathing seemed to echo in the hot darkness,
and she turned effortlessly in his arms, welcoming all that he did
to her.
Joy struggled to fill her lungs with air. She was drowning in
needs she's never before experienced, needs she could not
understand. "Dave, please." Her hands fretted down his back, then
lower, drawing him against her.
His own breath was coming in pants as he stroked the inside of
her thighs. Her warm flesh was as soft and slick as satin. His
fingers combed through the nest of soft curly hair; his hand closed
possessively over her pulsating core.
She breathed his name on a sob, a cry, writhing against his
palm, clinging to him.
Covering her mouth with his, he slipped one dark, wicked
finger up inside her.
She was so hot. So moist. So ready for him.
He moved his hips upward in stages as he spread her folds wide
open with his fingers, and when Dave took his hand away from her
the labia dropped back snugly around the head of his erection. He
had penetrated Joy for less than an inch, but he was now in
position to go all the way.
Joy realized that he must have removed his shorts at some
point, and she had not noticed. She was bewildered by this turn of
events and torn in two directions at once.
His face was now directly over hers, and Dave saw her eyes
open wide in shock. She said: "I -- I've never done this before!
I don't know if I want to..."
But the sensations from the inner surfaces of her labia, held
apart by his shaft, were working on Joy. While her mind was
undecided, her vagina knew what it was destined for and was
screaming out to be opened up, aching to be filled and fulfilled by
one motion of his hips. Her body wanted to have that wedge of
flesh driven deep into it.
Some small part of her reasoning mind was also undermining her
judgement, since Joy realized that she was not feeling him. That
contact was latex, not flesh, because Dave had put on a condom when
he drew away. That was what he had taken from the waist-sack, she
realized.
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