the blanket so they could sit on it.
Square broad , Joe thought angrily, as Lyn slid her skirt down, revealing the bathing suit she was wearing underneath. Joe started to take his clothes off. Makes me wear a bathing suit , he thought. Oh well, it just takes more time this way .
âWell, letâs get to the waterâ, Joe said as he sprinted away. Lyn followed as quickly as she could.
The surging little slick of water on the beach gave evidence of the coldness of the water. Joe was immersed to his calves in the billowy foam of a wave. âCome on in baby, the waterâs really fineâ.
âItâs cold, Joeâ.
âCome on chicken, itâs just rightâ, he said as he took her hand in his and ran headlong into the surging surf. The cold water ran over their bodies and they glided through a wave.
âPhagh, phaghâ, Joe blew the water streaming from his head out of his mouth. âMan this is really cool, in more ways than one, isnât it, baby?â said Joe.
âItâs beautiful. I thought it would be much colder than this. I guess itâs just the getting in that takes timeâ.
âYeah, youâre rightâ, said Joe with a snickering smile on his face. Lyn got his meaning and also smiled, but in a more reserved and a little embarrassed way.
Joe was right there, all right. Always right at the head of the class when it came to smart sayings or allusions to sex.
A huge wave came stealing in over the darkened water, and broke over the heads of the couple. They were both swept up into the swirling, pounding tiderace; they were thrown down, and over, and carried along with the water toward the shore. The wave spent itself and as they slowed down, Joe felt his legs bump against something. He stopped flowing. His head came out of the water, and he found himself sprawled across a gasping Lyn. âHa, ha, ha, what a waveâ, he called out cheerily, although actually frightened.
âHuh, huhâ, said Lyn, trying to catch her breath. âI thought I was going to drownâ.
âCome on baby, that little wave didnât scare you did it?â He slipped his arm around her waist and bent toward her for a kiss. She moved not, and as he came closer her arms slipped around him, and they allowed themselves to settle on the moist, runny sand. It was a long kiss, a long passionate kiss, wherein Joeâs every effort and movement was calculated to arouse.
âOh, Joe, Iâve wanted to be kissed by you for so longâ, she said when they parted.
âWell, you finally got your big break, eh baby, how was it?â
âOh, stop kidding around, Joeâ.
âIâm not kidding baby. Iâm as serious as Iâve ever been in my lifeâ, he said as he leaned toward her for another kiss with his whole body. He held her tightly, his body pressed against hers. âBaby, youâre driving me crazyâ, whispered Joe. âIâve never had anybody who could kiss like thisâ. He pressed himself on top of her and kissed her again. Pretty smooth talking, Joey boy , he thought to himself.
Joe, Joe, if only you meant it , thought Lyn. âJoe, letâs go up to the blanket. Itâs getting cold here on the sandâ.
âBaby, ⦠Iâll keep you warmâ.
âI know, Joe, youâre keeping me a little too warm alreadyâ.
âOk, letâs go up to the blanketâ, he said, you rotten little bitch, just when I started to get somewhere , he thought to himself.
Lyn got a towel from the blanket and started to dry herself.
âHere, let me help you babyâ, said Joe. He took the towel and started rubbing her back. The towel began to rove over places that couldnât be dried, not through the bathing suit anyway.
âWhy not take your suit off so I can dry you all over, baby?â
âNo, Joe, I donât want anything like that tonight. Please donât startâ.
âWhy?