As his skin warmed beneath the blankets, Charlie slid his hand under the elastic band of Addison’s panties. She gasped a little as his fingers brushed the tender flesh above her groin. They’d only been back for winter break for a couple of days and hadn’t had their hands on each other for months. At this point, every little contact was absolutely to die for. Addison writhed against the sand beneath their blanket as Charlie stroked her sensitive skin. He moved his hand inch by inch, until his fingers finally slid between the lips of her pussy.
He gasped, realizing how wet she had become with mere proximity to him. He slid his fingers up and down along the length of the hot, wet slit, and Addison closed her eyes, savoring every moment. She could feel the blood rushing to her groin as the pleasure of Charlie’s touch overcame her. She felt lightheaded with longing, wanting to suspend the moment and advance it. Charlie rested his cheek against Addison’s, taking his time. His fingers felt for every fold, every inch of Addison’s pussy. He knew her so well, but every time he touched her it felt utterly new.
Charlie poised his fingers against Addison’s wet pussy, and she wrapped her arms around his neck in anticipation. As she lay her cold lips against his neck, he slid his fingers into her. The penetration sent Addison into a dizzy spell of pleasure. Charlie plunged his digits further into her dark chamber, tickling her in the best of possible ways. Addison kissed his neck deeply, loving the feel of his fingers inside of her. He knew exactly how to feel for those spots that drove her wild, and she couldn’t help but gasp as he played her pussy like a piano.
Suddenly, Charlie’s strong thumb rested against Addison’s clit. She cried out, surprised by the intensity of her pleasure. Every time they were apart for a spell, she forgot exactly how wonderful it was to be touched by him. And every time they reunited, she was quickly reminded. Charlie rubbed her aching clit as he thrust his fingers into her pussy. Addison was sure she would pass out from the intense pleasure, sure that she’d never be able to keep her head on while he touched her so expertly. The doubled sensation was driving her absolutely crazy there on the beach.
Charlie kneaded her clit passionately. Applying just the right amount of force, and faster by the moment. Addison wrapped her fingers together behind Charlie’s back, digging her teeth into the padded shoulder of his parka. She was racing toward orgasm as Charlie flicked her clit with killer precision. Charlie bore down on the tender nub and urged her forward. She felt the inevitable, staggering pressure building, knew that it had to be released. Charlie delivered a swish of the wrist that send Addison sailing into orgasm. She came into his waiting hand, moaning into the wind as she thrashed below him.
Addison rode the waves of her orgasm as the ocean broke against the sand just yards from them. The cacophony of crashing waves was not loud enough to drown out Anna’s screams of pleasure. She was certainly the loudest among them. Probably a result of all her voice and speech training at school. The girl certainly had some pipes on her, and the agility of her tongue had been long lauded by Grayson. She was the reigning blow job queen of his universe, and probably quite a few other guys’, since exclusivity was a dirty word to this particular group.
A great shudder ran through Addison’s body as the last jolt of orgasm surged through her. She lay back, spent, against the cold sand. Grinning, Charlie looked down at her with faux smugness all over his face. He loved nothing more than to make her feel good, and they both knew it. But sometimes, he liked to play just a little hard to get with her. He lay down beside her and drew her against his body. She felt his quickly beating heart, heard his still quickened breath. She wanted badly to return the favor that he’d bestowed, but she’d been knocked for a loop.
“Let’s head back to the car,” Grayson suggested, the triumph in his voice letting everyone know that he had succeeded in getting Anna off in his usual stellar fashion.
“I agree,” Anna said, beginning to gather up the layers of blankets and sheets they’d spread for themselves. “I’m freezing my tits off out here,” she mumbled.
Charlie helped Addison to her feet, and the four boozily broke down their camp. It took far longer than it should have, or would have had they been sober. Together, they trekked up the sand toward the boardwalk, chattering all the way.
They’d parked Anna’s second hand Honda Civic in the empty parking lot beside their favorite boardwalk arcade. In the summertime, this entire neighborhood was swamped with New Jersey natives, sun-screened tourists, and just about every other faction you could imagine from all across the east coast and beyond. The Jersey Shore was famous after all, and not just because of those orange bozos from MTV, either. The Shore did something magical to people. It released their inhibitions and forced them to worry about nothing but fun for just a little while. In short, it was the perfect place for this particular foursome.
Anna struggled to unlock the car doors and her three friends teased her. They’d all imbibed a bit more than they usually would. Chalk it up to higher drinking tolerances earned in college, perhaps. Finally, they were able to get the doors open and pile inside, collapsing into the well-worn seats with peals of laughter and ribbing. Out of the wind, they instantly felt the life return to their fingers and toes, and in the boys’ case, other extremities. Addison eyed Charlie conspiratorially. The back seat was, after all, all theirs.
“OK, let’s go!” Anna said, turning the key. Grayson looked at her with a touch of alarm. It was shameful, but the friends were not entirely opposed to driving with a few drinks in them on a typical day. It was risky and very dangerous, but they rationalized that they didn’t do it very often. What was the harm, anyway? But tonight seemed a bit different. Anna, who was usually the best at handling her booze despite her tiny size, didn’t seem to be doing very well. The other three looked on in concern. No one seemed to be in a place to drive.
“Let’s just cool it for a while,” Grayson said, laying his hand over Anna’s on the ignition. “We’re not in a hurry, right?”
“I’m fine!” Anna cried, betraying the fact that she most certainly was not, “I didn’t even have that much. I’m fust jine!”
“Fust jine? Really?” Charlie laughed, “Get your hands off the keys, little missy. I’m not in the mood to go up in a fiery inferno tonight.”
“Screw you, Charlie,” Anna said, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Anna, come here,” Grayson said, running his hand through her hair, “I have something to tell you.”
He brought her mouth to his, kissing her deeply. Whether this was an act of passion or a great distraction tactic, it was a good move. In an instant, Anna had scrambled over to the passenger’s seat, straddling Grayson on the worn-out material. With her free hand, she flicked on the car CD player that was already loaded with one of their favorite mixes. As if they needed mood music. Addison snuggled up closer to Charlie, who welcomed her advances with open arms. She burrowed against his chest, still clad in all manner of layers. Without wasting a moment, she lay her hand against his firm torso and let it wander down his body.
Charlie leaned back in the seat, pulling Addison on top of him. He not-so-secretly loved it when Addison found herself on top during their sex play. It gave him a great view of his beautiful fuck buddy and meant that he had very little to do but lay back and enjoy. Addison didn’t mind it one bit, either. She loved being on top of anyone, but especially Charlie. He was game for anything, and she’d never slept with anyone as fun as him.