“Yeah, okay,” Brooke said.
Her mother’s smile turned genuine. “Let’s go find the blanket.”
“Wine’s in the fridge,” her father said.
“Don’t forget the corkscrew,” Christy added cheerfully.
* * *
We left Brooke’s house with Christy’s beach bag plus another loaded with a large blanket, two bottles of wine, and a small picnic hamper. Christy grew more excited with each step, while Brooke’s attitude went the opposite direction.
“What’s the matter?” Christy finally asked her.
“What? Oh, nothing,” Brooke lied.
“No, something’s bothering you,” Christy pressed. “I thought you wanted to go to the beach.”
“I do, but…” She glanced at me.
“Cold feet?” I said.
“I hate that I’m like this. Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I told her. “Do you want to go to the party instead?”
“No,” she laughed ruefully, “I want to be someone else, someone more confident.”
“The wine’ll do that.”
Christy nodded.
“I thought it had!” Brooke said.
“We don’t have to do anything,” I told her.
“Unh! What about me?” Christy whined. She looked at Brooke. “You know what you need? A good, hard fucking. Doesn’t she, Paul?”
“That’s up to her.”
“I want to,” Brooke insisted, “but I don’t know if I can.”
“Of course you can,” Christy said. “Paul, dear—”
“Whoa, there, Little Bit,” I said. “Let’s slow down. Remember how long it took you?”
“But she’s done it before!”
“Yeah… two months ago. And she hasn’t seen me since.”
“Yeah, okay. You’re right.”
“I thought I was ready,” Brooke said sullenly.
“Don’t worry about it,” I told her. “Let’s just find a nice little dune, someplace private, and relax.”
“Are you sure? You aren’t upset? I know she is,” she added without looking at Christy.
“Oh, Brooke, no! I’m not, I swear. I just want you to be happy.”
“Thanks,” Brooke said. Then she forced a smile. “I… um… know a good place. Take a left instead of a right when we get to the park.”
Ten minutes later we crested a row of dunes and descended into the shelter beyond. The wind dropped, along with the sound of traffic from the main road. We could still hear the sound of the surf, but another row of dunes hid the ocean from view. Christy and I spread the blanket while Brooke unpacked acrylic wineglasses from the hamper.
The evening was warm, and we were well out of sight, so I took off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. Then I opened a bottle of wine and poured three glasses. Brooke drained hers immediately. She held it out for a refill.
“Thanks.” She took a smaller drink. “I don’t know why I lost my nerve. Earlier. This’s all I’ve been thinking about for, like, a week.”
“Do you want to get comfortable before we do anything?” I suggested.
“You mean, do I wanna get naked?”
“Something like that,” I laughed. Then I looked around, just in case. “Does anyone—?”
“No. That’s why I picked it. The party’s up the beach, at the north end of the park. No one comes down here unless they’re planning to make out.”
“Like us?”
“Like us,” she agreed.
I nodded to Christy, who untied her linen capri pants and slid them down her legs. I gestured at the drawstring on my swimsuit.
“You want me to…?”
“Yes, please,” they said in unison. That lightened the mood, and they shared a grin.
“Why was I nervous?” Brooke mused as she took off her shorts.
“You’ve done it before,” I added. “And enjoyed it.”
“It’s all I’ve been thinking about. Even more than graduating.” She added with a laugh, “I was so excited that I didn’t wear panties!”
“Hold on, what?”
“I didn’t!” She finished unbuttoning her shirt. “I took them off in the bathroom before it started. They’re still in my purse!”
“Brooke O’Neill,” Christy said in wonder, “you tramp.”
“I know, right!”
“What was it like?”
She thought about it as she unfastened the catch on her bikini top. Then she casually dropped it to the blanket. Her breasts were pale and perfect, and her light pink nipples almost disappeared against her creamy skin. She hooked her thumbs in her bottoms.
“It was breezy,” she said at last. “I don’t have any fur to keep my lady parts warm.” She lowered the bottoms and stepped out of them. “I shaved completely last week,” she added superfluously. “That’s how excited I’ve been.”
“It’s kinda fun, isn’t it?” Christy kicked off her own bottoms. They landed four feet from her other clothes.
Brooke followed my glance and laughed. “Yeah, she’s always been like that, a mess.”
“Who, me? I’m not a mess. I’m very tidy.”
“You are not!” Brooke knelt and brushed sand from the edge of the blanket. “Okay, how’m I supposed to sit? Cross-legged seems… I dunno… indecent.”
“Exactly!” Christy sank to the blanket and sat with her feet tucked under her.
“You know I can’t do that. My legs go to sleep. Aw, to hell with it.” She sat cross-legged and brushed imaginary sand away from her pussy.
“Hey,” Christy said to me. “You still haven’t taken your swimsuit off.”
“Oh, yeah! Sorry, I was distracted.” I slid my shorts down my legs and kicked them aside. My erection sprang up.
“Ooh, that’s more like it,” Christy said.
“Well, hello!” Brooke laughed. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen one of those.”
“Me too.”
“Do you need to get reacquainted?” I asked.
“Mmm, yes, please.” Christy crawled toward me and knelt at my feet. She began kissing the underside of my cock.
“I’d better warn you,” I said, “I don’t know how long I’ll last. I’m pretty worked up, and it’s been a while…”
“Yummy testicles,” Christy murmured before she gently captured one.
“Care to join her?” I asked Brooke.
“Maybe in a minute.” She stood instead. After a moment’s hesitation she moved to my side.
I put my arm around her and bent to kiss her. She sighed and molded her body to mine. Hers was warm and soft, and she sighed into my mouth when I cupped her ass and pulled her against me. We made out for a couple of minutes, and she grew more excited. Then she grinned and sank to her knees beside Christy.
I lasted barely a minute once both girls started sucking. Christy moaned softly as the first spurts coated her tongue. She tried to share, but the next spurt hit Brooke’s cheek instead. She captured my cock and flinched in surprise at the force of the final gushes.
“Oh my gosh,” Christy panted, “that was a lot.”
“I’m a good squirrel,” I joked. “I saved up my nuts.”
“That was terrible,” Brooke laughed. She wiped semen from her cheek and licked her finger. Then she licked a drop that had oozed from the tip of my shaft. She began sucking, and I closed my eyes. Christy joined her a moment later, and they continued until I thought I might come again. I finally had to pull my cock away.
“Unh!” Christy complained.
“On your back,” I told her.
“Oh. Yes, sir.”
“Brooke, on top of her in a sixty-nine.”
The girls moved into position, and I knelt behind Brooke’s perfect ass. I set my cock at her opening and slid into her. My vision swam. Her pussy felt like a sauna that had been heating up for days. She moaned as I filled her completely, and I paused to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure how long I’d last the second time, either.