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Subject: {ASSM} "A Bikini Beach Summer" (05/21) {Daphne Xu}   (tg,magic,mc,off-screen sex,teens,young)
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   A Bikini Beach Summer

   by Daphne Xu

   Part 5

   Luke Gets a Two-Week Membership

   Thanks to ElrodW, Bikini Beach's creator, for invaluable comments on
this story.  The Bikini Beach universe and its principal characters are
copyright 2001 by him.

   Any comments about Bikini Beach, how it works, what it does, by
characters other than Anya or Grandmother are potentially non-canonical and
wrong.  As this story is told from a particular point of view by the
protagonist, this includes comments by the narrator.  The protagonist, and
thus the narrative, are what the protagonist believes or interprets from
what he is experiencing.  Thus some of the mechanics of BB are biased by
the protagonist's view and experiences.  Furthermore, because of the
particular viewpoint of the story, those errors often won't be corrected.
When the errors are corrected, the correction will often be disbelieved and
rejected.

   Tuesday, July 1

   Of course, the next morning after breakfast, we had to listen to the
Lesson on cassette.  We had to listen to my voice croaking out the Biblical
readings.  Ugh!  It sounded like I was speaking through my nose, and I was
frequently pausing for breath.  I just couldn't bear the sound.  I kept
cringing.

   "Luke!  Sit still and don't make faces," snapped Pa.

   I sat back in my seat, eyes close, fuming.  Damn you, Pa.  I just might
erase the lesson, I thought to myself, knowing I'd never work up the nerve
to actually do it.

   After Pa left for work, Ruth told me, "Ma's not taking us to Bikini
Beach today.  Instead, Helen's mom's coming to pick us up." Helen was
Ruth's friend at Bikini Beach.  I'd met her a couple times.  She was a
little black girl, about Ruth's age.

   "They'll be here shortly," confirmed Ma.  "So get ready."

   I quickly went upstairs to my room.  I found all the notes I'd left for
myself Saturday, urging me to wear my swimming trunks to Bikini Beach. 
"Important!" "Please don't forget!" Like, what else would I wear?  A
bikini?

   Maybe I was telling myself to put my swimming trunks on at home and
actually wear them to Bikini Beach, rather than putting them on there. 
That was an idea.  I'd be able to spend less time changing, and more time
with my friends having fun.  So I removed my jeans and put them in a bag to
bring.  I put on my swimming trunks and a pair of flip-flops, feeling a
little embarrassed wearing those at home.  I kept a tee-shirt on, though.

   I was ready, carrying my bag containing pants, towel, sunscreen, and
other necessary elements.  I was very nervous about going with a strange
family.  I kept wondering if I'd inadvertently say or do something and get
in trouble.

   Ruth had changed as well, into a green-red striped one-piece swimsuit, a
towel draped around her neck.

   The doorbell rang, and Ma entered the living room with Helen and her
mother.  "Hi Helen!" exclaimed Ruth, giving her a hug.  "Hi, Mrs.  King."

   "Hello," I greeted them both.

   Ma spoke with Mrs.  King a bit, and gave her some cash.  "Have a good
day, everyone!" said Ma, as I followed them out to their SUV.  A couple
other girls around Ruth and Helen's age were waiting impatiently, along
with-

   "Hey, Luke!" came a familiar voice as I climbed into the SUV.

   "Vernon!" I was surprised to recognize him; I never knew he was Helen's
older brother.  Vernon was a cheerful, carefree, laid-back guy, about my
height.  I wished I were more like him.

   We arrived at Bikini Beach in due course.  Ruth, Helen, and the other
girls chattered, and Vernon and I were talking when Vernon interrupted
himself, calling out loudly, "Hey, Carol!"

   I turned and looked where he faced, and spotted Carol walking with Nancy
and Cindy toward the turnstile Carol looked around, and Vernon shouted out,
"Carol, over here!" At that moment, Carol saw us and her radiant smile lit
up the world.  "Hi, guys!" she shouted.

   She briefly turned to her sister and exchanged a few words, then
approached us while her sister and Cindy went on.  She looked so fine, in
her white semi-tank-top with the Bikini-Beach logo.  The tank-top went over
her right shoulder, while a spaghetti strap went over her left shoulder. 
Her neon-green bikini showed through, and her bikini bottom crotch peeked
out underneath.  Her legs went on forever down to her feet in flipflops.

   But it was her winning face, with her brilliant smile, that caught me
the most.

   I vaguely heard a woman behind us in line saying something about Bikini
Beach's purpose in letting girls enjoy themselves without being ogled by
boys -- case in point here.  I was all caught up in the wonderful vision of
exotic loveliness, when Ruth pounded me on the shoulder.  "Luke!  You're
drooling!"

   "Oh, um, hi Carol!" I stammered, realizing only now how I'd been
staring, and how my swimming trunks were poking out in a tent.  I
instinctively slammed my legs together, lowering my hands in a vain attempt
to hide it.

   Carol giggled.  "Hey, Luke, I see you're happy to see me.  It's
wonderful to see you, too." She giggled again and hugged me.  My arms
automatically rose around her waist, and we pressed briefly against each
other.  This was a lot more familiar, and I felt as happy as I'd ever been.

   The embrace was all too brief, before she pulled back and greeted Vernon
with the same embrace.  "Hi, Vernon!" I flamed with jealousy.  I kept
telling myself that we all routinely hugged each other as friends.

   We chatted as the line inched forward.  At one point, Carol said, "Nancy
and I both have summer passes."

   "Then why wait in line," asked Vernon, "when you can bypass it?"

   "Oh, I like being with you guys, talking with you." Carol glanced at me,
flashing a smile, and I felt giddy all over again.

   Ruth broke in from her own conversation with the younger girls to say,
"I have an eight-year membership, myself."

   "Eight years!" How could Ma have done that for Ruth?  Eight years was
like, forever!  Ruth was only nine years old now.  So why did I need to get
a day-pass every time we came to Bikini Beach?  Ma, Ruth, and I could skip
the line and go directly in.  It was so unfair that Ruth got an eight-year
membership and I didn't.

   "Our two-week passes just finished," said Helen.  "We're getting new
ones.  "Mom, can't I get a longer pass?"

   "We'll see, dear."

   We eventually reached the sales booth.  Helen's mother asked about
passes and memberships.  I fogged out on the conversation that followed,
which went on for some time and got rather boring.  But Vernon got another
two-week pass.

   Mrs.  King turned to me.  "And how about you, Luke?"

   I didn't know.  "Ma always got me one-day passes.  I think that I should
stick to that.  But a two-week membership seems much cheaper." I was scared
that I'd get in trouble or something if I went for that.  I was always
scared of doing something wrong and getting in trouble.  "Um, did Ma give
you enough money?"

   "Don't worry about it, darling," answered Mrs.  King.

   Hesitating, I decided.  "How about the two-week pass?"

   The saleslady gave me a card like a credit card -- much fancier than the
usual day-pass.  "Hold onto this carefully," the saleslady admonished me.
"And remember to shower." Sigh, we were always told this.

   After passing through the turnstile, we split up.  Vernon and I went to
the small men's changing room.  I took off my tee-shirt, and placed my
stuff in one of the lockers before going to the showers.

   To my surprise, Vernon joined me in the shower nude.  I instinctively
shut my eyes and looked away.  I soaped myself clean, carefully avoiding
seeing my companion, and I noticed again the usual vague sense of pink.

   I turned to Vanessa and asked, "Did you notice any, well, pink or
something?" Now, I felt very silly asking.  It was most likely my
imagination, or a trick of the light.

   "It always accompanies the change," Vanessa answered.

   "Um, the change?" What was she talking about?

   She looked down at me, and I looked down at myself and suddenly realized
that -- "Dammit!  I did it again!" Oops, I spoke it out loud, interrupting
what Vanessa was about to say.  I had to explain now, not recalling if I'd
explained it before.  "Pa hates it when girls wear bikinis, or go out in
public in skimpy clothing.  He grudgingly tolerates the one-piece swimsuit
as needed for swimming, but hates bikinis.

   "I keep wearing my bikini here," I continued in frustration.  "I've been
leaving myself notes to remind me.  But I just ignore the notes.  I just
don't know what I was thinking!  Ahhhhhhh!" I was really distressed now. 
Twice now, I'd ignored the notes I'd left for myself.

   I burst into tears.  Vanessa took me in her arms, held me against her,
my head pressed up against her breasts.  "Darling, darling,..." she
repeated.  "It's okay; it's okay, darling.  You're at Bikini Beach now, and
everything will turn out fine."

   I finished crying at some point and pulled away.

   "Let's go find the other girls," Vanessa said as we returned to our
lockers.  "I'm concerned about Jen," she continued, hooking her white top
on.  "I hope she stays with us, and we can help her." She stepped into her
bikini bottom and slid it up.  Meanwhile, I was covering myself carefully
with sunscreen.

   Alice, Becky, and Jen were outside chatting, and as we ran over to join
them, Carol ran up from the opposite direction.  We were all together
again.

   Vanessa, Alice, and I did the gymnastics thing again, and Becky joined
us this time.  I was surprised to discover that I had improved over last
Saturday even without any practice.  I spotted Ruth and Helen in the class,
off in the distance.  Of course, with years of ballet, it wasn't difficult
for either of us.  But it was definitely different.

   After lunch, we were relaxing and soaking up the sun's rays, and
casually chatting.  Carol said, "I saw Randy Ling perform on TV Sunday
night.  I've preordered his new CD."

   "Is he your latest crush, or something?" asked Alice.

   "No!" Carol answered way too quickly.  "He's only 12, for crying out
loud!"

   "That's like robbing the cradle, Carol," said Vanessa.

   "Carol's in love with a 12-year-old!  Carol's in love with a
12year-old!" sang out Becky.

   I had no idea who this Randy was, but I felt that they were teasing
Carol just a bit too much.  "He's on TV?  What does he do?"

   "He plays flute," answered Carol.  "I watched him perform `The
Incredible Flutist' -- I think that's what it was.  He's really an
incredible flutist."

   "Okay, Carol's in love with a 12-year-old boy who plays the flute," said
Alice.  "What kind of boy plays the flute?"

   "Tracy played flute in the band," said Becky.

   "Tracy, your big brother?" asked Alice.

   "Yeah.  You interested in him?"

   "No!  I mean--" Alice broke off.

   "He is rather cute.  You just might like him," said Becky.

   "Why don't you bring him here some time?" I asked Becky.

   "I really doubt that Tracy would like being a girl," she said as she
giggled.

   I would have laughed along with everyone else at Becky's joke, if not
for the sarcasm behind it.  Of course, how could I have forgotten that this
was a girls-only water park?  I flushed and hid my face in embarrassment.

   Jen said in a soft voice, "Who's to say?"

   "He might actually enjoy it for a day," added Vanessa.

   "Oh, stop it!  Stop it, all of you!" I said.  "Okay, I said something
stupid.  You don't have to pile it on!  Becky, you were going to tell us
about your brother and your family." Anything to get away from my awful
blunder.

   "Okay, okay," answered Becky.  "Tracy's seventeen.  He managed to
graduate from high school a year early, and starts at Pacific Tech this
fall."

   "You sound almost as if you're in love with him," teased Alice.

   "What?  No-no-no-no-no-no-no, that's just squicky!" Becky pantomimed
shoving something disgusting away.  "Like I said, you might like him.  In
any case, I haven't seen him this summer since a couple weeks after
graduation."

   "Why not?  What happened?" asked Jen softly.  "Did he leave?"

   "No," answered Becky.  "For some reason, I have no idea why, my parents
packed me up and sent me to stay with my aunt.  It was she who introduced
me to Bikini Beach, and, um..." she trailed off with a blush and a giggle.

   "Then what?" I asked, curious.

   "Nothing, nothing." She blushed even further, giggling all the more.

   "I get it," said Alice.  "You got a boyfriend, and --"

   "No!"

   "-- you had sex."

   "No-no-no!" Becky burst into tears.

   "Dear Becky," said Alice.  "We are all friends here.  You can confide in
us.  We'll only tease you a little bit."

   This conversation was getting embarrassing -- naughty even.  I just sat
still, frozen, all nerves.

   "No!  I never had sex.  Not even my breasts felt up." Becky cupped her
breasts and swooshed them about, inadvertently liberating one from her
bikini top.  She tucked it back in.  "Satisfied?  Now how about you?  Are
you innocent and virginal, Alice?"

   "Me?  What does that have to do with anything."

   "Alice, it's only fair, after what you did to Becky." Vanessa gave Alice
a stern look.

   "Okay, okay.  I'm a virgin."

   "How about you, Lucy?" asked Vanessa, as all eyes turned toward me.

   "No!  Never done it.  Never even went out with a boy!" I wasn't going to
mention my crush on my clarinet teacher, no, never.

   "Carol?" We all looked at her.  I was relieved at losing the attention,
and curious about what she'd say.

   "I'm a virgin," said Carol.

   "Jen?" She was a year younger than the rest of us, and the newest member
of our group.  Surely she was innocent.  She buried her face in her hands,
and it looked like she was crying.

   "Jen, you okay?" asked Carol.  Jen continued to cry.

   "We're all friends here, you don't have to hold it in," said Vanessa. 
She slid over to Jen, and put her arm around her.

   "Okay, okay, I admit it.  I've had...  had...  had," she bawled and
buried her face in Vanessa's bosom.

   "Sex, you mean?" asked Becky.

   Her face still buried, Jen nodded.

   "Your friend," said Carol.  "The one in jail."

   Jen nodded again, and slowly pulled her face away from Vanessa.  "Tim
was the greatest, the gentlest ever.  He would never--" She took a sob. 
"Kill or r-r-r-rape anyone."

   "Darling, darling," said Vanessa.  "Tell us about Tim."

   "It was last January.  I was riding my bicycle to the library after
school, and I slipped and fell and scraped myself.  Tim came by and helped
me.  He carried both me and my bike to his apartment a couple blocks away,
then helped me clean and bandage my scrapes.

   "I stayed and talked a while with him.  I think I fell in love right
then.  He took me home, me and my bike.  My parents weren't happy about my
meeting a black high-school senior, but they were nice about his treating
my injuries."

   Jen afterwards always stopped at his apartment after school, instead of
the library, to do her homework.  She began sneaking around, and they did
other things together as well -- going to movies, playing games, walking in
the park.

   "I met his older brother Andy, as well.  They shared the apartment.  He
was much older; he'd finished college and had a job.  I overheard him
warning Tim about `jailbait'."

   "Hey, get to the good stuff!" said Becky.  "Like when you got naked with
him."

   "Becky!" exclaimed Vanessa, as Jen turned her face down.  I was shocked
at Becky, myself.

   "Well, what's the matter?" asked Becky defensively.  "We're all
practically naked now -- most of us." Becky nodded toward Alice in her
onepiece swimsuit.

   "Becky, that's not the point!" said Vanessa.  "Go ahead, Jen.  Tell it
the way you want."

   "It felt utterly cosy, the best thing ever, just sitting on his lap, his
arms around me, kissing or watching a movie, his arm slipping under my
skirt and ...  and ...  touching me ...  there." Jen flushed.

   This was definitely getting embarrassing.  I briefly imagined someone
touching me down there, feeling my face flush and burn.  Becky giggled a
quiet high-pitched giggle.

   "Yes, we got naked," admitted Jen.  "We started by playing a study game.
If we got something wrong, we had to take off a piece of clothing.  Later,
we got naked every time I went to his apartment.  His brother saw me naked
a few times.  Tim was very gentle with his hands, and his tongue was so...
so ...  wonderful!" She flushed again and faced down.

   Oh God, please!  o Imagining someone's tongue down there, I just
couldn't.  I breathed heavily, trying to properly catch my breath, and my
bikini bottom got unnaturally wet.

   "I fell in love with his ...  his ...  thing, you know."

   "Dick," said Becky with a slight giggle.  "Or cock.  Did you use your
mouth on it?"

   Jen nodded hesitatingly.

   "Did you swallow his cum?" Becky continued mischievously.

   Alice said, "Ewwwww!" Vanessa said, "Becky!" and I felt about to heave,
even as Jen nodded again.

   "How did it taste?" asked Becky.

   "So-so.  Sort-of blah.  A little salty.  Eventually, after practice, it
was emitted too far down my throat to taste."

   "Deep-throating, eh?  When did you fuck?" asked Becky.

   I froze.  Jen froze.  Carol froze.  Alice froze.  Did the whole world
suddenly freeze?

   "Now that's enough!" snapped Vanessa as she whipped Becky on her side
with her towel.  Becky sprang to her feet, shouted "Hah!" and landed in a
stance near Vanessa as if ready to fight.  Vanessa stood up nonchalantly,
and raised herself to her full height, towering over Becky.

   "Please, please, I never meant to..." Jen jumped between Vanessa and
Becky, looking about to cry.  "He refused to ...  fuck ...  me until my
birthday, last April.  It was my thirteenth birthday present from him. 
Shortly after, we were caught."

   "Oh, no!" said Becky.

   "Mom and Dad caught me naked at his apartment.  Mom stopped Dad from
beating me, but I couldn't go out except for school.  After school ended
for the summer, I couldn't go out at all, except for summer Cantonese
classes.  I snuck out and visited his apartment once at night, but the
night bike ride was so utterly scary, that I never did it again, even
though it was so wonderful being with him.  He took me home himself, so I
didn't have to experience that night bike ride home again."

   Then Tim was arrested for murder.  It occurred to me that maybe Jen was
better off without him.  At least someone else got murdered, not her.  But
even I, as bubble-headed as I could be at times, knew better than to say
that.

   "Mom kept showing me articles about Tim.  But he didn't do it, I just
know it!  He's not like that.  He wouldn't hurt a fly!  He's so gentle and
kind."

   Jen continued her story.  She became virtually catatonic, not eating,
barely ever moving.  Someone suggested Bikini Beach for help, and here she
was.  "Thank you all -- Vanessa in particular."

   We all lay still in absolute silence for the next minute.  Then Becky,
in tears, hugged her.  We all did.

   "I said it before, we've all said it before, and meant it.  We're all
friends here," said Vanessa.

   "Just one thing, Vanessa," said Becky, pulling Vanessa off away from the
rest of us.  I barely heard the rest of it: "Don't ever swat me like that
again."

   We spent the rest of the afternoon rather soberly doing some of the
restful, mild rides such as the river raft.  I was feeling scared.  First,
Alice's cousin raped and murdered, then someone (if not Jen's friend)
committing a murder.

   All good things had to come to an end, and we had to go home.  Vanessa's
mom took Ruth and me home, and briefly came into the house with us.  Ma
wasn't home -- she had a Firmlove meeting that evening -- but Mrs.  King
spoke with Pa.  I was nervous about Pa's reaction, and went down to the
basement.

   Turns out there was no reaction, not until Ma got back home later that
evening.  I was up in my room reading, when Ma knocked on the door.

   "Yes, Ma?" I recognized Ma's knock, slower and lighter than Pa's knock,
slower and heavier than Ruth's knock.

   Ma entered with a serious expression.  "Lucy, Mrs.  King got you a
two-week pass to Bikini Beach, is that right?"

   My heart fluttered as I hesitatingly answered, "Yes." I knew I shouldn't
have accepted a gift like that.  I just knew it.

   But after a moment, Ma said, "I think it was a splendid idea." It was
almost as if she were talking to herself.  "Someone said ...  danger ...  I
didn't really pay attention.  Also, it would do us all good to
experience... for two weeks.  Yes...  Yes..." Ma left the room nodding to
herself.

   What WAS that all about?  What kind of danger?  I jumped up and chased
out of the room after Ma.  "Ma, what kind of danger?  Was I in any danger?"

   "Lucy, of course I wouldn't put you in danger.  Focus on the Truth.  You
are the God's perfect child, and God's perfect child cannot be put in
danger.  Accidents are unknown in Science."

   "Oh." I returned to my room, not knowing what to think.

   At that point, I remembered I meant to leave notes reminding me to wear
a one-piece suit to Bikini Beach, not my contraband bikini.  I spent the
next several minutes jotting down notes, pinning them to every piece of
swimwear, taping them to my closet doors and the door out of my room and
various other places, including my mirror.

   I was determined not to forget again.

   The idea occurred to me.  I shouldn't lean on my own strength --
strength of character in this case, and also strength of self-persuasion --
but trust in God instead.  So I got out my Bible and "Science and Health"
and began reading.

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