Chapter 3
Halfway across town the four teen-agers were stuffing themselves with hamburgers and French fries. Surrounding the car was the glitter and noise of a drive-in restaurant. Paramount among the noises was the chatter of teen-agers and the endless rumble of loud mufflers as guys endlessly cruised through the lot, looking for a parking space next to some-likely-looking girls.
Jimmy Wilson, red-haired and stocky like his father, playfully snitched a French fry from Judy's tray. She retaliated by stealing his pickle and a brief wrestling match ensued.
"What time does the party start?" Beth Wilson said, interrupting the tussle. She and Tom were seated quietly in the back seat, sipping their milk shakes.
Jimmy regained his pickle. " 'Bout seven. What time is it now?"
Tom glanced at his watch. "Six-thirty. Better get started soon."
Jimmy flashed the headlights to signal a waitress.
After paying the check, they pulled out. Tom's arm cuddled Beth close to him as they pulled onto the freeway and headed for the beach. She gently but firmly brushed his hand away when it strayed cautiously over her left breast. The coy shake of her head did nothing to discourage him, but he exercised restraint. In the front seat he could see Judy pressed tight against Jimmy. "Hey Jude, think Mom and Dad'd get too uptight if we were late tonight?"
Lifting her blonde head she turned toward the back. "The way they are about each other right now? Nah, I doubt it. But we should give 'em a call so they don't worry."
"Great." Tom gave Beth a hug. "What about your parents?"
She shrugged. "They really didn't set a firm time. As long as I'm with Jimmy they don't worry too much."
"No sweat," Jimmy said, wheeling them smoothly onto the off-ramp. "They told me we should try to get in by one. If we're going to be later, we should call, otherwise they ground us. I'll call 'em before we get to the beach and get us a late pass."
Twenty minutes later he pulled into a restaurant on the coast highway and got out of the car. A few minutes later he was back, a paper bag under his arm. He handed it to Judy. "Don't shake it, it's beer. We're in luck. Your parents were there too and we're all set until two. Judy had to do some fast talking to convince your mother, Tom, but she did it." He started the car and they headed off. A short distance down the coast road he swung off on a narrow dirt track that wound down toward the beach. Pulling up next to several other cars they climbed out and took a narrow path down the sharp bluff. As they got in sight of the beach they could see a large fire being built. The summer sun was still high and a few kids were dodging the surf, while others gathered wood. Before joining the others, Jimmy took the beer from Judy and hid it behind some bushes on the edge of the beach. The narrow cove was hemmed in by crumbling cliffs, with the ocean chewing away at the bases on each side of the sandy beach.
By the time the four of them had gotten settled, the sun was blazing a crimson path across the water. Beth and Tom had doffed their clothes, revealing bathing suits underneath and dashed for the water. As they reached it, he wrapped his hands around her waist and picked her up. She squealed lustily as he threw her into an oncoming wave. For a few moments they battled in the shallow water, then struck out beyond where the waves were breaking. Bobbing gently up and down with the waves, Tom eagerly studied Beth's large breasts as she lazed on her back. She became aware of his stare and arched her back slightly, ducking her head under. Surfacing, she turned toward Tom. "Enjoying the view?"
Tom grinned frankly. "And how. You're built."
She glanced down at her tits, barely covered by the bikini top. "Must have inherited them from my father. I'm even bigger than Mom was."
"What's that house next to yours like, anyway?"
"The one your parents might take? It's great. There's even a bar in the living room. And there's a good-sized pool. Course we have one, too, so you could always come over. Hey, I'm getting cold. I'll race you in." She splashed off.
He quickly followed to the breaker line. Judging a wave carefully he caught it and let the rush of foam speed him toward the shore. As he swept past Beth he saw it catch her and flip her over. As he stood up in the shallows she emerged spluttering and laughing. "Phooey, didn't see that coming. Gaack, now I'm all full of sand."
After drying herself she picked up her shorts and a sweatshirt and ducked behind a large pile of rocks being used as a dressing room by the other girls. Tom dressed and then looked for his sister and Jimmy. They had joined the circle of others around the blazing bonfire. Shortly after he joined them Beth returned, trailing her suit in one hand. Dropping it on their blanket, well separated from the others, she plopped down next to Tom. He frankly admired the way her breasts joggled beneath the sweatshirt she was wearing. "Forgot to bring any other clothes, darn it," she said, grinning at him. "Bet that breaks your heart."
"Have a beer. Oh, yeah, it's just terrible." He slipped his arm around her and squeezed her waist. "I see Cheryl is bombed already." He gestured at a slender blonde girl weaving her way around the circle, spilling beer as she went.
"Oh, bother, not another one of those shows," Beth said. "Last time she tried to put the make on every guy around. She was so drunk no one was interested. Kind of turned everyone off."
Jimmy leaned past Beth to talk to Tom. "I figure if things get too bad, we'll split around to the next beach with our beer. The surf will be down enough to clear the base of the cliffs."
"Good idea," Tom said, stroking Beth's waist as he watched the sun, now split by the horizon. In a few minutes the last sliver was swallowed by the sea. Someone broke out a guitar and they began singing.
By the light of the fire Tom could see Cheryl eagerly pressing herself on a boy across from him. Someone else swore and reached for her.
Beth nudged her brother. "Let's split. This'll be a bad scene."
Quickly and quietly, the four slipped away from the others. While Tom and the girls gathered up and the blanket and other things, Jimmy retrieved the beer. Splashing through water that was knee-deep they made their way around the base of the cliff. A tiny beach, no more than thirty feet across, was tucked in at the base of the bluffs. A shallow cave directly at the back was sooted from earlier fires. The two boys kindled a new one from driftwood that had collected. Soon the four of them were clustered around the small blaze, alone with the moon and the sound of the surf.
Just as she was halfway through her third beer of the night, Tom tickled Beth's ribs. "Tom! Oh, darn it, you made me spill!" She brushed futilely at the wet front of her sweatshirt.
"Sorry," Tom apologized.
"That's all right. It's just that it's cold and sticky now." She pulled it away from her body. "Only thing to do is take it off, I guess." Suiting action to words, before Tom's amazed eyes, she pealed the shirt rapidly upward. The bottom of it caught on her full breasts, lifting them, then letting them drop. Tom's eyes feasted on their bold fullness as they moved from her efforts to get her arms out of the sleeves. "There," she said, leaning back on her arms, thrusting her chest upward. "That feels better. I hate clothes."
Tom gulped and tried to control his eyes, folding his legs to conceal his sudden hard-on. He glanced at Judy, who was staring thoughtfully at the fire, Jim's arm around her, pressing at the bulge of her bathing suit-covered breast. Suddenly, boldly, she took a huge swig of beer. "Hate to be left out. Besides, I've got a good pair, too." Fumbling slightly, Judy reached behind her and released the catch on her top. Leaning forward briefly she dropped it off her arms and tossed it onto the blanket. She leaned back onto Jimmy's shoulder, and arched her back, studying her small, firm tits. "They may not be as big as Beth's, but they're nice, don't you think?" She turned her eyes toward Jimmy.
Boldly he brought his hand upward and cupped one, his fingers toying with the nipple, pinching it, tugging at it. "Not so big, but very nice. Firm." He leaned over and gave her a long, deep, probing kiss as she rolled slightly toward him. When they broke the kiss she whispered as she pressed against him. "Not all the way, Jimmy. Not tonight."
He drew back slightly, studying her face. "Why not?"
She traced a line on his chest with her finger. "Because I said so. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Her hand brushed his bathing suit, swollen from its bulging contents.
Tom had watched the exchange until Beth suddenly intruded by rolling herself in front of him, her globular breasts scrubbing up against his chest. Teasing his T-shirt upward her fingers tickled along his sides. Shucking off the shirt, his hands reached eagerly for the heavy fullness of her breasts. On her hands and knees, her mouth opened with passion as he lifted their weight, the stiffening nipples pressing into the palms of his hands. As he marveled at the weight and softness of her breasts, she sat back on her haunches and unfastened the belt of his pants.
"Hey," Beth said softly, "let's get naked." She stood up and Tom stood and reached for the fastening on her shorts, fumbling slightly with the button, then running the zipper down toward her crotch. As he did so he felt her hands busy at his waist and felt the cool air brush his thighs as his pants dropped to the sand. Eagerly, he knelt to push her pants over her full hips and down her legs. As she stepped daintily out of them he kicked himself free from his. His hard cock boldly tented his shorts as her hands worked eagerly to free it. As she knelt to push them down, her lips brushed the head of his prick, sending a thrill through him. Then she stood boldly before him, spreading her legs slightly as he studied her. Her eyes focused on his large prick, standing out boldly from the hair at its base, probing toward her belly as she took a step toward him, her hands reaching. "Come on," she said, wrapping a hand around his prick and leading him away into the shadows. He glanced briefly over at his sister. Lying close together, she and Jimmy were wriggling as they worked off the last of each other's clothes. Tom turned away as Beth tugged him down onto the blanket spread earlier, not releasing her grip on him. Again he reached and massaged her tits, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Suddenly, he bent his head and sought the nipple of one with his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it eagerly. Beth gasped and threw her head back, her hand working convulsively at his cock. They tumbled back onto the blanket, Tom's hand reaching for her cunt, brushing through the thick, black hair, seeking the lips.
"Wait," she whispered, pushing him away and bringing her head down toward his cock. Grasping its base eagerly in both hands, she probed its tip with her tongue, then licked along its length. As Tom groaned in passion she pushed her pussy toward him, bending her leg to form a cushion for his head. "Lick it!" she commanded. "Suck it!"
As her mouth engulfed the end of Tom's prick, he probed with his fingers, spreading the lips of her cunt and hesitantly probed with his tongue, tasting of the juices. Eagerly he thrust his tongue further, probing as deeply as he could. Fire blazed up through his belly as her mouth worked and sucked at his prick. His hips twitched as he thrust it deeper into her mouth. Eagerly she pushed onto it, taking as much as she could into her, sucking on it, milking it with her tongue and lips, pressing the sensitive bulb against the soft roof at the back of her mouth as Tom's working mouth discovered her tingling, sensitive, clitoris. Her hips jerked anxiously as he nibbled and sucked, setting her afire. She felt herself blaze to her peak and sucked anxiously on Tom's cock as she felt it begin to twitch. Suddenly it all crested at once and she gulped convulsively as he jetted deep into the back of her mouth, her hips writhing as her own climax blazed through her. Almost fainting from pleasure, she sucked the last of his come from his dying cock. Even as it began to shrink, she still nursed on it gently. Finally he rolled on his back, panting.
For long minutes they lay there, trying to catch their breath. He rolled his head to one side, looking over toward Jimmy and his sister. By the flickering fire light he could see Jimmy's hand probing Judy's pussy between her eagerly spread legs as she pumped her hand on his cock. Suddenly he jetted upward, come spurting and running down onto her hand. As her hips writhed he rubbed eagerly at her pussy, driving her toward the peak. Finally, she arched her back whimpering and whining as she thrust her cunt up against the heel of his hand.
Tom turned back to Beth as she turned around, and cuddled against him. like a cat, she licked the last of his juices off her lips, then sought a deep kiss with him. Breaking the kiss finally, he helped her to her feet and they headed for the surf to wash up. Minutes later Judy and Jim joined them, sluicing away in the waves the juices of their recent passions.
After drying off they huddled, still nude, around the fire. Finally Tom reached for his watch. "One o'clock," he announced, standing to dress. "Let's not push our deadline this time and maybe we can do it again."
Yielding to his logic, they dressed and slipped through the deepening water around the cliff. Halfway around a wave splashed against them and Tom grabbed Beth to keep her on her feet.
As they passed the area of the original gathering, only Cheryl and her date were left, snoring drunkenly on the sand.
Judy giggled suddenly. "I'd say what we did was a lot more fun than what they did."
"And how, hot pants, and how!" Jimmy laughed.