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Archive name: beach.txt (FF, oral, voy)
Authors name: Phoebe (webber78@hotmail.com)
Story title : A Day At The Beach
Date: November 26, 2000

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A Day At The Beach (FF, oral, voy)
By Phoebe

**

I've always had a self-image problem. I don't think 
that I'm very pretty and I know that I'm not 
comfortable in most social situations. Ever since I 
was in kindergarten I've been shy and quiet at 
school. But when I finally started high school things 
rapidly changed for me.
 
It was about half way through my freshman year that I 
met Karen and her friends. I'd known who they were of 
course, because they were very out going and everyone 
saw them around school. It was in Freshman English 
that I found myself teamed up on a project with 
Karen. For some reason we hit it off right away and 
before I knew what I'd agreed to, I was going to the 
beach with "the gang" that weekend.
 
I live in San Diego and the beach is only a few miles 
away from my house, but you could count on one hand 
the amount of times I'd actually been. Well, I was 
really nervous about my upcoming trip with "the gang' 
not knowing how to act or even what to wear. Being a 
14-year-old "very insecure" girl is no fun, let me 
tell you. I spent the rest of the week worrying about 
every little detail and imagining every little thing 
that could go wrong and was just about to throw in 
the towel by Friday. 
 
But it turned out that I wanted to go more than I 
wanted to stay safe. For some reason I was excited 
about this trip with my classmates, and I think I was 
also a little tired of always missing out on what 
looked like fun to me.
 
Anyway, Saturday morning finally came and Karen and 
"the gang" showed up at my house honking horns and 
making lots of noise that had me racing out to meet 
them and trying to quiet them down before my parents 
came out to see what all the fuss was about.
 
Karen casually introduced then we all piled into the 
back of the pickup truck and headed for the beach. 
There were 5 of us that day, Brad, (who was driving) 
Marcy his girlfriend, Bobby and Karen and myself. I 
immediately started obsessing that I hadn't brought a 
boy of my own, not that I knew any boys well enough 
to have invited any.
 
But after reaching the beach and getting down to the 
oceans edge and having played around in the water and 
sunned in the sand for several hours I forgot that I 
was dateless. As a matter of fact I was enjoying 
myself more because I was single than if I'd had a 
boy like Marcy and Karen did.
 
It turned out that there were many more boys at the 
beach than girls and for whatever reason I was a hit 
with all the single guys. I'd never had that much 
attention from boys before and I even got friendly 
encouragement from Karen to "go for it" when guys 
would prowl around our site.
 
It was about 4:30 p.m. and at least 2 too many beers 
later when Karen started talking about leaving for 
home. For the first time I noticed that Bobby had 
left the group and that Karen looked a little miffed 
at my popularity. Apparently they'd had an argument 
earlier and he'd stalked off. I certainly didn't want 
to make an enemy of my new friend so I quickly agreed 
with her, which seemed to please her.

I'd been flirting all afternoon and I'll have to 
admit that all these boys making a fuss over me had 
really excited me. I guess I was even somewhat 
aroused by all their manly attention. I know that I 
had been fantasizing about several of them; wondering 
what they'd be like sexually, and what they would 
look like naked.

Apparently my arousal had an obvious effect that I 
wasn't aware of, because once we started out onto the 
freeway Karen and I in the back again, she said, 
"Looks like you've had some fun today, " and she 
nodded at me, looking meaningful at my crotch area.

At first I didn't understand what she meant, then I 
looked down at my cutoffs and realized that I had a 
big wet spot right between my legs. At first I was so 
embarrassed that I wanted to die. I'd never had sex 
before but I'd masturbated many times and knew how 
messy I could get. I also knew that I got wetter than 
what was deemed "normal" but had never given it any 
real thought before this moment.
 
My embarrassment turned to a rigid fright when Karen 
slid over to me and began tugging at the snap on my 
cutoffs. I struggled with her for a moment and she 
stopped and looked into my eyes as if to say, 'what's 
the problem?' We stared at each other for a moment 
longer then she reached out and slowly, with the palm 
of her hand against my forehead, pushed me down into 
a lying position onto the bed of the pickup.
 
Vaguely I saw Marcy looking through the back window 
of the cab at us. Then I stiffened as I felt Karen 
tugging at the material of my damp cutoffs. She 
wasn't trying to remove them any more, but just to 
pull the moist material to one side so she could see 
my pussy.

I was mortified, but at the same time I was excited 
and I really didn't know how to respond. Nothing like 
this had ever happened to me before, and I was kind 
of in shock. When Karen's fingers started to rub 
against me down there I almost cried out. It felt 
nice, very nice, but I was frightened and started to 
get up...
 
Karen stopped me from rising and gently pushed me 
back into a lying position as she bent her face to my 
crotch. I stopped breathing when I felt her tongue 
against my cunt lips. I couldn't believe what was 
happening to me. I mean here we were, driving down 
the freeway in full view of anyone who looked our way 
and Karen was giving me head for the world to see. It 
blew my mind.

In a daze I looked up to see Marcy with her camera 
pointing out the sliding window between the cab of 
the truck and us. She was snapping pictures of Karen 
eating me! Again I started to struggle, but Karen 
began to rub between my legs at the same time kissing 
and licking at my clit. I couldn't fight her any more 
and lay back to let her do whatever she wanted to me. 
It felt so good, like nothing I'd ever experienced 
before.

I knew that Marcy was catching this all on film, but 
that just made the whole thing more perverted and 
erotic. I orgasmed then and I know that Karen must 
have gotten quite a shot of girl-come right in her 
mouth, but to my surprise she didn't pull away in 
disgust. She actually began to lap and suck at me 
even harder and faster than before, making me come 
again and again.

Finally I couldn't take any more. I was so sensitive 
that anything Karen did down there began to be 
uncomfortable, and finally I was able to push her 
from between my legs. We just laid beside each other 
and watched the clouds passing by overhead as the 
pickup turned off the freeway and onto the arterial 
road that lead to my neighborhood.

By the time we reached my house I'd recovered and was 
sitting up looking into Karen's eyes and she stared 
back at me silently. As I climbed out of the truck 
and was retrieving my stuff, Karen said gaily, "So, 
what about it? Next Saturday, same time same place?"

I looked at Brad and Marcy who were watching us, then 
back to Karen, and answered, "Sure, why not...

**

Comments can be directed to Kristen's Archive at: 
webber78@hotmail.com or posted to alt.sex.stories.d
- Thank you. Phoebe

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