The beach party

It was one of the last days of the summer holidays. They were all out enjoying the nice weather and some cold ones. I’d been looking at you all night, you were wearing one of the nicest bikinis I’d ever seen. “Gucci,” you said, looking at me. I fumbled a little after the words, but expressed my excitement for the very nice bikini. You smile and turn around and join the dancers around the fire. Everyone’s dancing, no worries, nothing. People jump around the fire in the smallest bikinis imaginable, without throwing a little thought to the Christian school that keeps houses right above here. Carefree and happy, that’s how young people should be, isn’t it? I kept an eye on you through the evening, I can’t keep my eyes off. I just want you alone, in our own little world. My thoughts weren’t as absurd as I had at first thought, you came up to me and smiled. “Can you walk me to the bathroom?” you asked rudely. And as I was, I followed you, into the woods, behind a small wall of trees and scrubs. There you sat down, and I politely turned away. A few seconds passed, I heard rattling in the foliage, but thought no more about it. “Turn around!” I heard a few erases, and there you were. On your knees in front of me, naked. I could see the moon shining in your silky-smooth skin while you opened my belt. I didn’t know what to do, so I thought I’d let it decide. You just smiled wisely while struggling with the buttons in my new pants. “Shall I help you?”…