Kelly Lane - Wet and ready

"Why is all of this important?" I asked.

Linda giggled. "You'll find out tonight at the party. Oh, by the way, I should have mentioned it's a beach party!" She giggled again and ran her fingers up and down her naked thighs, as though she were teasing the flesh.

"Sshh!" I said, warning her. "Cindy's coming over."

"Tootsie," the little girl said. "I'm hungry. Can we eat yet?"

"In a little while, honey," I said impatiently. "Now go play with your brother. I'll be over in a moment."

The girl began to protest, but then changed her mind. She turned and skipped across the sand, dusting our blanket and raising a small cloud.

"Can you make it?" Nancy asked once Cindy was gone.

I nodded. "I think I can get tonight off."

"Good," Nancy said. She smiled at me and for a moment I felt uncomfortable.

I turned away from her and looked at Linda. "I don't have a date, though."

"Don't worry. I'll fix you up."

"Someone I'll know?"

"A new boy. His name is Marc Post. His cock is almost seven inches long."

My cunt throbbed and I felt my nipples get hard. "Oh?"

Linda laughed. "You can see why I wanted to know whether you were still cherry or not. You will be here, won't you?"

Seven inches, I thought. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," I said.

"Tootsie," Linda Mauro said, "this is Marc Post."

Marc was tall and thin, with long blond hair worn almost to his shoulders. His eyes were deep electric blue, and he had a broad, open smile on his lips.

"Hi," I said somewhat meekly. He was much better looking than I had imagined.

He nodded to me and smiled. "Hi," he answered back.

His chest was bare, and he was wearing a pair of dark bathing trunks, a dark jacket thrown over his shoulders. Even in the dim light of the beach, I could see his brown, crisp tan covering his chest and legs like a layer of cured leather.

"Tootsie's been dying to meet you since I told her all about you," Linda said mischievously, smiling for my benefit. The obvious smirk of her private joke made her eyes dance wickedly in the darkness.

"Linda!" I cried, reproaching her, although I was positive that Marc didn't understand the reason for my embarrassment. Still, I didn't want to seem overly anxious to him.

"Why thank you," Marc said. He smiled at me. "And I've been looking forward to meeting you…"

"Really?" I answered, somewhat surprised.

"…ever since Linda told me all about you this afternoon," he continued, chuckling.

I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I turned and looked at Linda. What had she told him about me? I asked myself, imagining the worst. But Linda only giggled and ran away, leaving Marc and me alone with each other.

"Oh, that Linda is something else," I said, feeling at a loss for words.

Marc agreed with me.

We stared at each other, our eyes straining through the darkness, appraising each other for one silent, awkward moment. He looked much older than I had expected, and that made me feel good. I wanted to impress him with my worldliness and sophistication.

"This is your first summer here, isn't it?" I asked, putting on a casual front.

"No. My family comes here every summer."

"That's funny, I don't remember you from last year." I stared intently at Marc and tried to remember whether or not I did know him. He still looked unfamiliar, and I was sure that I would remember somebody as good-looking as he.

"I didn't hang around here last year," he explained. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket and the wide V of the zipper pulled down and exposed more of his well-muscled, tanned chest. "I used to drive into town and hang out at Kelly's."

Kelly's was a swinging bar in town. "You have a car?" I asked, further impressed.

"Sure," Marc admitted casually, as though having a car was so much a part of his life that the novelty had worn off for him. He was really cool.

"Oh. You have to take me for a ride someday."

"How about tonight?" He smiled at me.

I turned coyly away from him and walked back towards the other couples on the beach. "Maybe," I said after a moment. Actually, the idea intrigued me, and images passed through my mind of my naked body twisting sensually under Marc on the front seat of his car.

I walked slowly, letting my feet drag through the sand. The wind was chilly, and I began to wish that I'd worn my sweater. As it was, all I had on was my blouse and my hot-pants, with nothing else under them.

Marc caught up to me and walked beside me. He took my hand in his with a confidence and self-assurance that I wasn't used to. It was as though we were long-time friends or overly affectionate lovers, and not strangers, just meeting for the first time.

"Do you feel like having a beer?" he asked.

"All right. Do you have any?"

"Sure. We have plenty over here in the cooler. Ice-cold beer."

Our naked thighs touched as we walked, and a thrill went down my legs. I kept remembering what Linda had told me about Marc. Then I got to wondering just how she knew about the size of his cock. I was sure that was something he wouldn't go bragging about, so Linda must have known from personal experience – either her own, or one of her good friends'.

"Cold beer?" I exclaimed. "Well, that certainly is an improvement over last year."

Marc looked and smiled at me. "What do you mean?"

"Last year we had trouble getting beer for our parties; no one looked old enough to buy it. So the kids would usually sneak one or two from their homes, and by the time they got down to the beach, and we got around to drinking it, the beer would be warm."

"A lot of things have changed since last year," Marc observed.

"Yes. For one thing, you're here." I looked at the sand and wasted my self-conscious smile in the shadows of the beach. "You never did explain why last year you hung around in a bar, and this year you're with us. I mean you are older and everything."

Marc laughed, and the smile crept into his tone. "Last year you were too young," he explained.

"And this year, we're… older?"

"Yup. Older in some very important ways."

"Oh," I said, and I understood at last.

We were standing over the cooler. Marc let go of my hand to bend down and get the beer. Behind him, I could see the other couples of the party. I could see Linda and Jerry in the water with another couple I didn't recognize, and the giggle of their laughter was hollow against the emptiness of the beach. Sandi and Dave were sitting across from the cooler, smoking silently, oddly passing the same cigarette back and forth between them. There was another couple to our right, but I couldn't see who they were because they were covered with a heavy blanket.

Marc stood up and blocked my line of vision. He was smiling as he handed me a beer. They were the pop-open cans, and both were open.

"You're older, Tootsie, aren't you?" he asked.

I took the beer, the cold wetness of the can giving me a chill. "Old enough," I answered.

"Good."

Marc took my hand again, and I felt the delicate, warm movements of his finger against the palm of my hand. "Why don't we go over to my blanket?" he suggested. He punctuated the question with a long draught on the beer can. "The blanket's over there, a little farther down the beach."

I nodded silently, and we walked, hand-in-hand, down the almost empty beach. The accidental brushes of his thigh against mine began to happen more frequently, and I realized they were no longer accidents. Still, the touch of his body excited me and I could feel the crotch of my hot-pants getting wet in anticipation.

We passed another couple in the darkness, but I couldn't see who they were. He was on top of her, between her legs, and they were kissing. At first I thought they were fucking, and my cunt gripped tightly in a spasm of excitement, but as we walked past them, I could see the girl still had the bottom of her bathing suit on. How long it would stay on was something else; judging from the way he was humping between her legs, it couldn't be for long.