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The Ultimate Teenage Beach Adventure
a Short Story by Kellis

Summer, 2013



"It's just as fat but I believe your dick is only two-thirds as long as
Chip's," said Chelsea, forefinger tapping the moist eye at the top of 
the subject item.  As she withdrew the fingertip, a thin thread of clear
liquid followed it.

Dolf, to whom the subject item was attached, said, "That means his is 
about eight inches.  I don't believe it.  I've seen his dick."

She cocked an eyebrow.  "When it was hard?"  Before he could respond she
snorted.  "Hard!  Why do you guys call it that?  They don't really get 
_hard_, not like a piece of wood."

"It feels hard to me, like right now.  Don't change the subject.  When 
did you see Chip's hard?"

She sniffed.  Her hand re-enclosed the subject item and she nodded as if
in confirmation.  "Eight is about right."

"The right size?  Are you bitching?"

"No, I mean, that's the length of Chip's.  I saw him measure it.  But 
no, I'm not complaining."  She smiled brightly.  "Just the opposite.  I
prefer the size of this one ... because I can do this."

Dolf was lying on his back, legs spread, head propped on a pillow.  
Chelsea lay on her belly between his legs, knees bent and bare feet 
waving in the air behind her.  Having yet to remove the T-shirts they 
had worn on the beach, they were otherwise nude.  When standing, she, a
plump brunette, was tall as he, a skinny carrot top.  Both were 18, 
having recently graduated from the same high school.

Her head went down and her lips surrounded the short but turgid member.
Her head continued until the shaft was fully enclosed and her nose was 
buried in his pubic hair, a darker orange than on his head because 
sunlight rarely penetrated here.  He gasped and shivered.

Her eyes twinkled up at him under a wrinkled forehead.  Although her 
mouth was buried in the impromptu beard, she was obviously grinning.  He
felt strange flesh somewhere in her throat as her lips clamp the base of
his shaft -- and a thrill of pleasure in the buried head.

"God, Chelsea!" he exclaimed.  "Don't swallow it!"

She choked, raised her head and laughed heartily.  "Is that what it 
looked like to you?"

"Exactly!  Like you turned me into a girl."

"Scared you, did I?"

"Well, no.  Not _scared_."

She cocked her head.  "What did it feel like?"

"Really good!"

"Can't you be more descriptive?"

He thought a moment.  "Kind of like your pussy.  A bit like hitting that
thing in the back ... the, uh, cervix?"

She nodded slowly.  "I guess that makes sense.  I need to do more with 
my tongue."

"Except I could feel your mouth closing, which you can't in a pussy."

"Really?  When I tighten up down there, doesn't it feel like a mouth 
closing?"

"Well, sort of, but that's at the middle of the dick.  Your mouth was 
tight at the bottom.  That feels better."

"Much better?

"Yeah."  He grinned.  "Because it's your _mouth_.  It's special to stick
your dick in a pretty girl's face."

"Oh, now you think I'm pretty?"

"Huh!  I've always thought so."

"You never said anything."

"Because you were a big cheerleader and ..."

"And what?"

"You only dated jocks."

"Why aren't you a jock, Dolf?"

"Because I'm just a nerd stuck on my e-reader and video games."

She nodded.  "That's why you were gasping for breath a while ago.  You 
need more real exercise."

"I guess so."  He grinned.  "Especially with a real hottie like you."

"'A real hottie.'"  Her eyebrow cocked.  Having never relingquished her
hold on his manhood, she gave it a flip.  "How many pretty girs' faces 
has this thing been in?"

He hesitated, tempted to lie, but sighed and said, "Just yours."

She smirked.  "I've got an exclusive.  How nice!"

"All the way.  You're my first girl, Chelsea.  I can't believe my luck."

"Are you supposed to admit that?  Eighteen and a virgin?"

"Until you.  I guess it's different for girls."

Chelsea laughed heartily.  "Oh, you know it!"  She studied him.  "But 
you've been jerking off."

"Oh, yeah."

"To porn vids on your laptop."

"Okay."

"Which is why you knew how to lick a cooze."

"I did it right?"

"You sure did.  And you're not squeamish."

"'Squeamish?'"

"A lot of boys won't lick.  I know: let's do a 69.  Your dick doesn't 
need to keep standing for that."

Quickly she rearranged her body to squat over his face and leaned forward
to mouth him, cup his testicles and gently work the stones.  He licked 
close around her clit in the manner twice successful so far.  Cooler now
-- he had ejaculated twice already today -- he put his thumb into her 
vagina and after a moment dared to work one, then another, finger into 
her anus.

She rose off him long enough to declare, "You're a good porn student, 
aren't you, Dolf?  I'll give you an A."

Her praise was warm in his belly, enough to firm him up.  Her odor was 
stronger, adding to the warmth.  He thought he tasted semen.

Before today he had always stared covetously from afar at her sleek 
curves.  This had been one of the most popular girls in his high school,
now bound for an expensive out-of-state college with a cheerleading 
scholarship.  He'd  been told the girls who won them had to fuck coaches
as well as all the jocks.  This girl certainly had the aptitude!

They had met this morning by accident while he strolled on the strand,
each visiting the beach with parents, both sets of whom had gone 
deep-sea fishing, an activity that had appealed neither to Chelsea nor 
Dolf.  This early the other beachcombers were older people, well clothed 
against the sun.

Both teenagers were relieved to spy the other.  They had sat on the 
boardwalk and learned that each had arrived here attached to parents on
a beach vacation, he voluntarily, she as commanded.  That they had 
nothing in common was soon established -- beyond the last school and 
their current abandonment.

"Where are you staying?" she had asked.

He pointed.  "About ten houses that way."

"My place is right here."

As if by common impulse, they had entered her condo, thrown off their 
shorts and fallen into her bed -- where they remained, having risen only
to urinate and have snacks.

Now in the throes of mutual oralism she groaned nasally again and again,
each time forgetting to suck.  Could she be coming?  Was this 
confirmation that girls could do it far more often than boys?  Certainly
the females in his porn videos gave no such evidence.  He put both 
thumbs into her vagina and another finger into her anus and worked them
alternately in and out.

Her hips began to plunge.  Her moans became louder and more frequent.  
Her whole body tensed.  She shuddered powerfully and seemed to collapse.
Although she no longer sucked, his penis was fully in her mouth.   Her 
chin gouged his pubic pad.

Suddenly he was climaxing for the third time today.  Inadvertently he 
pumped his hips.  At last her lips closed on him.  They lay in the same
position for long seconds.  His scrotum felt her breath panting through
flaring nostrils.  He enjoyed the slight pulsations around his enclosed
manhood, pleased to note that repetition had muted that instrument's 
post-ejaculatory sensitivity.

At last she rolled off and turned to look at him, eyes wider than usual.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, licking a white bubble off her lips.  

"Yeah: wow!"

She giggled.  "You get an A-plus."

She rose up enough to throw off her T-shirt, revealing outthrust conical
breasts.  His hand, close by, rose automatically to squeeze the nearer.

Suddenly he had to know.  "How does it taste?"

"You mean, jizz?  Huh.  I'm sure you've tasted it.  Clint makes me jack
him into a cup so he can drink it all."  She giggled again.  "Or hold it
in my mouth and stand over him so he can lick it out.  He wishes his 
thing was long enough for him to suck it."

"God!  Clint who?"

"One of the varsity linebackers."

Dolf shook his head.  "But do you really like the taste?"

She shrugged, causing one prominent nipple to wiggle provocatively.  
"Well, it's not ice scream.  But, yeah, I don't mind it, not that I love
it exactly."  She chuckled.  "Dolly loves it, says it tastes like Sunday
morning."

"Like what?"

"Like when everything is done and you can relax.  That's because most 
guys are finished when they shoot off.  They just want to go to sleep."

"'Sunday morning?'  I guess your life is pretty busy."

"It was till graduation.  I've been enjoying the time off."  She smiled
fondly.  "But I was starting to miss this.  Thank you."

"Thank _you_!  But we were talking about tasting jizz.  Did you always 
'not mind it?'"

She regarded him thoughtfully.  "It doesn't matter, does it, Dolf, what
we tell each other?"

"Why not?"

She shrugged.  "Our parents aren't acquainted.  We only met here by 
accident.  We're not even going to the same school next year."

He nodded slowly.  "I guess that's right."

She sat a bit straighter and seemed to change the subject.  "How much 
porn do you watch?"

"Um.  A lot, I guess.  I've kept my grades up so my parents don't come 
into my room much.  I've got broadband and porn is free on Usenet.  So,
yeah, a lot: just about every night."

"But you don't always jack off to it?"

"Huh?"  He shook his head with a deprecating chuckle.  "I don't know why
you think that."

"Because I hardly had your thing in my mouth before it popped.  And you
were really juicy!"

"Really?  As much as the jocks?"

Her eyes narrowed.  "You might like to know, Dolf: I never fucked one of
them all day long."  She glanced at her wristwatch.  "It's been five 
hours and your thing has been at least half hard all the time."

He grinned.  "Thanks, I think, but it's your fault.  I don't pop so 
quick when I'm jacking."

She smiled.  "Okay, I'll take that as a compliment.  I asked you about 
your porn because I'm curious how you learned what's good for girls.  
Porn was your teacher, wasn't it.  Mine was a man."

"A man?"  Dolf looked away briefly.  "Were you very young?"

"Thirteen.  And already lost my cherry to a banana."

"A banana!  Did porn give you the idea?"

"No.  My best friend next door and I figured it out together."

"Another girl?"

"Yeah.  But it was her daddy who taught me the rest."  Chelsea laughed 
self-consciously.  "My god, Dolf, I can't believe myself!"

"Telling me about it?"

"Yeah.  This is the first time I've ever told _anybody_."

"Well, you haven't really.  Not yet."

She smiled.  "You want all the details, do you?"

"Sure.  Did he fuck you?  His daughter too?"

"No.  I think Jeanie guessed it about him and me but pretended she 
didn't know.  Then they moved away."

"What did he do to you?"

"I was a latchkey kid in the afternoons.  He would leave work.  I left 
the backdoor open for him.  He had a medium dick.  I thought it was 
huge.  I'd blow him to start, then he'd lick me and fuck me when I 
started coming.  It felt so good I'd do anything he said.  And I mean 
anything.  I guess he was obsessed with me.  He took so much time off 
they fired him, which was why he had to move away."

"What kind of anything?"

"You mean, what was different?"  She grinned.  "Up the ass, for example.
Or swapping a dildo between ass and cooze."

"His was the first you tasted."

"Right.  I wouldn't have because I guessed that's where a man pisses, but 
it surprised me.  Afterwards I couldn't believe it didn't make me sick,
but he was fingering my cooze and I was on the way to a big one.  It 
made me come even quicker."

"God, Chelsea!  How?"

"I think because it was all so sexy."

He thought a moment.  "Didn't your parents notice?"

"They probably would have if we'd kept on.  It's a wonder I didn't get 
pregnant.  Probably the only reason I didn't is because he made me 
swallow most of the time."

"That's how you learned to 'not mind it.'"

"That and finding out how much the boys love blow jobs.  He told me so 
and he was right."

"How long did you fuck that guy?"

"About four months."

"How did you feel, fucking a grown man -- your best friend's father?"

She sniffed.  "I thought I should feel ashamed, but the fact was I loved
it.  I couldn't wait for him to slip in my back door."

He leered at her.  "Your 'back door?'"

"On the house."

"What did you do when he moved away?"

"Cried all night."

He stared at her.  "You mean you fell in love with him?"

She nodded slowly.  "I think so.  When a man fucks that good, any girl 
would love him.  It's not so common, you know.  Most boys are ignorant 
and selfish.  They pop and they're gone.  I was kind of surprised you 
stuck around."

"Why?  You showed me your mouthful of jizz, let me watch you swallow it
and grinned like you'd done something great.  Beat the hell out of porn!
My dick just stayed up."

"Yes, it did."  Smiling fondly, she clasped the subject item.  "It's 
still going kind of strong.  You've got a great dick, Dolf."

"But not like Chip's eight inches.  You do mean Chip Wavell?"

"No.  Chip Johnson, the coach."

"Another grown man?"

"Why not?  A lot of the girls go for his big dick -- or say they do.  
But that's all he's got.  He can fuck a long time but when he pops, he 
loses it.  I like yours, Dolf.  Did you forget why?"

She bent down and briefly slurped up his entirety.  He twitched and she
rose with a smile, licking her lips.  "I can't do that to Chip's."

"Did you try?  I've got videos of women swallowing longer ones than 
their heads are tall."

"Really?  That would gag me, I think.  Hickam's was the longest I could
manage all the way down."

"Hickam?"

"Jeanie's dad.  We measured his at seven inches."

"You were thirteen then.  Maybe your throat is deeper now."

"Maybe so."  Her eyes twinkled.  "You know of a longer one for me to 
try?"

"What if I said yes?"

"If he's a safe guy, bring him on.  Is he here on the beach?"

"You'd like that, would you -- two guys at once?"

"Two loving guys at once?  What's not to like?"

He looked away.  "I've wondered about that.  The pornstars getting 
double-penetrated don't seem to mind.  Of course they're paid for it."

She sighed deeply.  "It could be heaven, I guess, if the guys would hold
out."

"Or if you have enough of them.  You ever try it?"

"Yes, at an after-game party.  Anything's likely to happen there."

"Gangbangs?"

"Anything.  Especially while you're high."

"Is that how you got this?"  He pointed to a tattoo on the inside of the
arm whose hand still clasped his manhood.  It appeared to be two Chinese 
characters.

She studied it morosely.  "I was lucky, I guess: floated off before he 
could do something more elaborate."

"What does it mean?"

"He said something like, 'Peace and harmony for the world,' but my 
Chinese classmate said it means, 'I pee on trees.'"  She giggled.

He stared at her and said indignantly, "That you're a dog?  That's 
totally wrong."

"Lighten up, Dolf.  It's funny."  Her giggle became a laugh.

"I get it."  He managed a smile.  "You're putting me on."

"Not really.  Lu Wong was just jealous."

"'Floated off.'  On pot?"

"Sure.  Some girls like coke but not me; it smothers the good feeling.
I think the girls who snort it don't really like to fuck."

"But they do anyway?"

"To be in the crowd, you know."  Her eyes narrowed.  "Maybe you don't.
What do you belong to, Dolf?"

"Um.  Nothing much.  _World Saviors_."

"What's that?"

"An Internet game club."

She stared at him.  "No wonder you were cherry at eighteen!  I'd believe
you were gay if I didn't have the evidence in hand."

She stroked the half-erect exhibit, bent to lick the tip and said 
musingly, "You know, Dolf, I don't believe I've done anything like this
since Hickam left."

"Like what?"

"Lie in bed with a guy all day, fuck and play with his dick.  Even 
Hickam's wouldn't stay up like this one.  His got sore, he said, when we
fucked too much.  Is yours?"

"No.  Maybe we haven't fucked too much."

"That's right," she agreed with a giggle.  Again she engulfed the entire
organ, fondling his scrotum while tongue rasped on the shaft.  Shortly she
sat up with a triumphant grin.  "Now you're ready again."

Rising over him, she impaled herself, leaned to brace her hands on his 
shoulders and began to slide forward and back.  He worked his hips into
her rhythm.  She locked eyes with him, bit her lip and breathed heavily,
nostrils flaring.  A flush appeared on her face and spread down to her 
shoulders.  She froze, body erect, and made tight screeching noises deep
in her throat.  Soon she leaned forward again and resumed her 
fore-and-aft slide.  The flush grew deeper and brighter.

This continued through several cycles until her upper body was crimson.
Panting heavily, she collapsed upon him, face in the hollow of his neck,
and extended her legs.  She seemed fiery hot, as if fevered.

He stroked her buttocks and back.  "God, Chelsea, you came half a dozen
times!"

When her breathing grew calmer, she giggled.  "'Half a dozen times?'  
How do you know I didn't fake it?"

"Did you?  No, I don't believe it.  Not _that_ many times!"

"You're right," she said smugly.  "No faking needed when you get it like
that."

"On top is a good way?"

"Oh, yeah!  It's the best way for a woman.  Even a short dick works back
and forth and hits all the good spots."

"And she's in control.  I think you like that too."

"You know it."

"But you don't often see it in porn."

"Of course not!  Porn is made for men.  Women don't really need it."

"Porn?  Why don't they?"

"Not as much as men.  Men are so eager."

After a moment she said, "You didn't come."

"I know it."  He chuckled.  "I was too interested in what you were 
doing."

"But ... but ... didn't you enjoy it?"

"I loved it.  But I've already come three times.  I wouldn't have 
believed I could still do that so soon."

"'Still do that?'  What do you mean?  I thought you were cherry."

"Not with Rosy Palm and her four daughters."

Her eyebrows rose.  "Who?  What?"

He held up his hand.  "This palm."

"Oh."  She giggled.  "That's funny.  Did you make it up?"

"No.  I heard it on a video."

She studied him.  "But that's interesting.  You used to be able to jack
off three times in a few hours?"

"Yeah, when I first started.  Before I started jizzing."  He grinned 
sheepishly.  "One day I jacked off in every room of the house, even the
attic."

"How old were you?"

"Eleven, almost twelve.  A guy at school showed me how and I couldn't 
leave it alone.  What a great toy!"

She laughed and nodded.  "Yeah, that's what Jeanie said."

"Your friend next door?"

Still smiling, she said, "'Every room in the house,' eh?  Girls like to
keep score too."

"Where you frig?"

"Who we fuck.  Mainly who we suck."

"What's your score, Chelsea?"

She grinned but answered readily enough.  "I started cheerleading on 
Hickam's advice.  He said, 'That's where you'll find the cocks.'  He was
right.  I think I scored with just about every jock from the seventh 
grade on."

"My god!"  His eyes rounded.  "You know the porcupine joke?"

"No."

"'If she had as many dicks sticking out as she's had stuck in, she'd 
look like a procupine."

Chelsea emitted a giggle, quickly suppressed.  She frowned.  "Is that a
put-down?"

He said fervently.  "If I was a girl, I'd love it."

She regarded him thoughtfully.  Slowly her smile recovered.  "Wonder how
many sizes I'd have to go up?"

"Sizes?"

"So my clothes would fit over so many dicks."

He giggled.  "And think of all the jizz you've swallowed."

"Yeah," she breathed but added conscientiously, "I don't usually 
swallow.  Boys think that means you're in love."

"Well, it gets in your mouth, doesn't it?"

"Mostly.  Some guys like to jerk it on your face.  But I hate that.  It
makes a mess, can burn your eyes and is hard to get out of your hair."

"Don't you ever spit?"

"And miss out?"  She smiled.  "Karen says you only need to spit first 
thing in the morning when it tastes like piss.  I don't know.  I never 
spent the night with a guy.  And besides, piss isn't so bad."

"It isn't?"

"Like flat champagne."  She giggled.  "Or maybe it's vice-versa.  
Karen's finecky anyway."

"Do all the cheerleaders fuck?"

"Like bunnies.  Because they want to be popular.  If they didn't, why go
out for cheerleading?"

He groused, "But they only fuck jocks."

"It's the only guys they know."  She regarded him thoughtfully.  "Which
might be a mistake.  Hickam was right.  He said most jocks are lousy 
lovers, but no worse than the other guys."

"We're all lousy, eh?"

"Not all."  She took hold of his cock and remarked, "This is a good 
one."  She pumped it a few times.  "I owe you one.  What would you like,
Dolf?"

"I want to jizz in your mouth once more, this time as deep in your 
throat as it will go."

"Oh yeah?"  Her eyebrows rose.  "Do you really like it deep?"  She 
lightly pinched the crimson head.  "Don't boys feel everything just 
here?"

"Not everything.  The pole can feel too.  Especially the bottom of it."

Her hand cupped his scrotum.  "How about here?"

"Everywhere you touch."

She smiled.  "I guess guys and gals have a lot in common, really."

His hand went to her breast.  "Not as much as their differences."

"Well, let's put them together."

Her mouth descended on him and began a long, slow stroke from tip to 
base.  Her nose burrowed into his pubes.  She continued without pausing,
breathing nasally.

After a while he said, "Chelsea, you're really good, you know.  In porn
flicks the cocksuckers always stop to lick and jack awhile.  I love how
you just keep it in your mouth."

She sniffed acknowledgment but continued her stroke.  He stuffed a 
pillow behind his head to hold it up for their eyes to lock.  He 
realized hers were twinkling.

"What is it?  You like to do this, don't you?"

She nodded at the top of her stroke, lips evidently smiling despite 
their distention.  He felt the first rising thrill.

"My fantasy is a girl sucking my cock slow like this.  Chelsea, you are
the greatest."

Now, with no distraction -- no spicy female skin under his nose or soft 
breasts in his hands -- her strokes pumped his pleasure steadily higher.
He warned her, "I'm about to come."

Her twinkle reappeared but she maintained her slow pace.  At the first 
spurt she plunged to the bottom of the shaft and squeezed his testicles.
She held that position while he groaned and finished the climax, even 
while he relaxed afterward.  Mouth releasing him at last, she slid up 
his body and applied her lips to his.  He definitely tasted himself.

She grinned at him and collapsed, her head on his shoulder.  In a minute
they were both asleep.


* * *


The thud of breaking surf is inescapable so close to the strand.  Though
muffled by the well-built walls and pilings of a condo designed to 
withstand high-category hurricanes, it was still a regular background to
the ears and subliminally to the torso.  Its thudding never ceased.

But when it did, both teenager's subconscious minds gradually noted the
absence and awoke them.

Late afternoon light filtered dimly through the closed blinds.  Chelsea
had turned over and Dolf found himself spooned behind her.  He raised on
an elbow and looked around.

She regarded him over her shoulder.  "Something's happened."

"Wasn't that lamp on?" he asked, pointing to one on the nightstand.

"I don't know.  But you're right: it feels like something is missing."

He thought about it.  "The surf?"

They stared at each other.  She said, "How could that stop?"

"Maybe ... the wind quit blowing."  But he shook his head.  "No, I don't
believe it.  Ocean waves come from thousands of miles out to sea."

She giggled and sat up.  "Well, you have to believe it now.   I need to
pee."

"Go ahead.  You first."

"You can use Mom's bathroom."  She giggled again.  "Or you can come and
watch.  I'll bet you never saw a girl pee."

"I never saw a girl do anything ... close up."

"Well, here's your chance, close enough to taste if you want."

He followed her into the adjacent bathroom.  Grinning at him, she turned
around and straddled the toilet.  She pulled herself open and released
her stream.

She giggled.  "What do you think?"

He bent to study the spectacle.  "Looks untidy."  He took a breath.  
"But fascinating."

She eyed his dangling cock.  "Go ahead.  I left you room."

He stepped forward, taking hold of himself, but said, "Ought to raise 
the seat."

"What for?  I've already wet it."

Indeed a fine spray had spread around her stream.  Shrugging, he let his
rattle with hers into the bowl.

She chuckled, bending forward to look between her breasts.  "I always 
wanted to do this.  It's almost as intimate as fucking."

He shook his head.  "Chelsea, you are ..."

"What?  A real slut?"

She was grinning.  He took a breath.  "I was trying to say, you're the 
most interesting girl I ever really knew."

Her eyes twinkled.  "I'm the _first_ girl you ever really knew."

Overcome by deep feelings, he also straddled the bowl.  The still 
dribbling penis dangled between her legs.  His arms rose to enclosed her
and he kissed her firmly.  Her arms encircled his neck and she returned
the kiss while the last of her urine wet both sets of legs.

Suddenly everything changed.

Around them a hissing roar grew swiftly louder, culminating in a 
world-shaking crash.  The house lurched upward and sideways.  The makeup
lights over the big mirror went out as the mirror shattered.  The motion
of the building threw the standing teenagers out the bathroom doorway 
onto the adjacent bed.  Their eyes and arms were locked on each other.

Ceiling and walls vanished.  Dolf, looking up past the girl's head, saw 
blue sky and clouds tinged yellow with the evening light.  Their bodies 
lurched higher as if lying on a fast elevator.  Seething white water 
washed over them, enough to taste the salt but not enough to lift them 
off the plastic rental mattress, which spun crazily.

The hissing roar was deafening, accompanied by the groans of wrenching 
timbers.  Dolf rolled enough to rise on an elbow.  Everywhere was water, 
broken walls and loose boards.  He felt wind in his ears and realized 
that he and all around him were moving swiftly toward the ball of the 
sun, perched upon the horizon.  On the Atlantic coast, he realized, that 
meant motion inland.

Chelsea's mouth was against his ear.  She screamed, "Am I going crazy?"

Recalling the videos from northern Japan, suddenly he knew.  Mouth in 
her ear he shouted, "Tsunami!"

She blinked at him with no sign of comprehension.

"It's a tidal wave!"

That seemed to penetrate.  Arm still tight on his neck, she raised her 
head.  The mattress pitched and rolled on the dancing water, never quite
enough to throw them off.  The water foamed around incredible 
destruction.  On all sides were ragged debris, walls, shingled roofs, 
tumbling furniture, nose-down automobiles, a large fishing boat floating 
perkily in the near distance.  Nowhere beyond their mattress did she see 
a human body.

The noise was gradually decreasing.  She cried earnestly, "Dolf, I'm 
scared to death."

He no longer felt such fear.  Their odds looked good, he thought.  
"Don't be.  I think we'll be all right."

She stared at him.  "All _right_?"

"I think so.  We just have to jump off the mattress when the water 
reverses."

"Jump off?  Why?"

"So we won't be washed out to sea."

"But ... but we're _naked_!"

"We're alive, Chelsea, which I'm afraid is more than a lot of people on
the beach can say.  I hope our parents are okay."

"Oh.  Oh."  Her arm tightened.  "You think a lot of them didn't make 
it?"

He nodded.  After awhile he smiled.  "Now you can forget buying lottery
tickets."

"Why?"

"Because we just used up a lifetime's worth of lottery luck."

The floating debris was thinning out.  Treetops were appearing more and
more often, thrusting up through the water.  Dolf realized a collision
was inevitable.  One loomed before them and the mattress lurched to a 
halt, wedged behind a large branch.  He fiddled with the pliable 
material to no avail.  It was thoroughly jammed ... and the water level 
was falling fast.

"Well," he said at last, "we don't need to worry about getting washed 
out to sea."

They watched the waters recede.  Obviously it was now flowing in the 
other direction.  In a few minutes a paved highway was exposed, its 
surface raised above the surrounding land, which remained submerged.

"We're in the swamp," said Dolf.

"How'll we get down from here?"  She studied the arrangement of limbs.
"I think I see a way to climb.  But that water looks dingy."

"Don't climb down yet.  Here comes another wave."

Foaming, dirty water washed in, splashing on their tree trunk and 
covering the roadway but rising only half-way to their perch.  Watching
it rise, Chelsea was apprehensive, but relieved when it began to fall.

"What causes tidal waves?" she asked, finally curious.

"Earthquakes out to sea usually.  But I didn't feel one."

"We were asleep.  Maybe we just didn't notice."

"One this big I think we'd've noticed.  Another possibility is a big 
meteorite."

"From space?"

"Yeah.  Splashing into the ocean.  If that's what it was, this could be
a real disaster."

"Dolf, it tore down all those condos.  That _was_ a real disaster."

"It could be a lot worse than that."

Another wave appeared, even smaller, barely enough water to cover the 
road.  The sky was getting darker.

When the wave receded, Dolf said, "We'd better get down from here before
it gets full dark.  Go ahead and try it."

She worked her way lower from branch to branch.  The bark was rough on 
her skin but allowed no slippage.  He followed and at last they perched
on the lowest arm of the tree, five or six feet above the water.

He said, "I'll jump first and catch you."

"Into that water?  Yuck!"

"We've got to do it, Chelsea.  Else we spend the night in this tree.  
With nothing to drink.  And cold."

She sighed.

Taking that as acceptance, he slipped off the limb, splashed feet-first
and stood up in the mushy bottom.  The water was chest deep.  He held up
his arms.

"God, Dolf!"

"Come on, Chelsea.  You'll be okay."

"What's the bottom like?"

He grinned.  "Kind of interesting.  Feels like a bunch of feathers, 
about calf deep."

"Ee-yuck!"

"We'll be up on the road in no time."

She moaned but let herself slide off the branch into the water beside 
him.  He steadied her, pulling her conical breasts into his chest.

"Ooo!" she said in disgust, lifting her knees.  "That feels _horrible_!"

"That's right: wrap your legs around my waist."

He marched toward the roadway, about fifty yards away.  The bottom was 
consistent and the water took half her weight.  Having reached the road
shoulder and lifted clear of the water, he stood her free of him, but 
she refused to remove her arms from his neck.

"Oh god, Dolf, I love you."

He kissed her and said, "That's what I was thinking when we were pissing
together."

"Will you make me quit doing things like that?"

"Make you quit?"

"I don't ever want to leave you, honey."

He stared into her eyes.  "Do you mean that, Chelsea?"

"If you can stand an ex-slut."

"An ex- ..."  His mouth fell open.  She immediately thrust her tongue 
into it.

It was a long-lasting kiss.  They were still clinging together, ignoring
the world around them, when a highway patrol cruiser pulled up beside 
them.

The lone officer lowered his window and nodded.  "That's what I'd be 
doing too if I'd managed to live through this mess."


END

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