Sex On the Beach

Chelsea and the others threw their caps up into the air. The graduation ceremony was finally over, and they were free to go.

Jan reached for her daughter first and hugged her close. "My baby finally graduated!" She was near tears. "And with such good grades! I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks, Mom." Chelsea hugged her mother back, and then suddenly Ilya was there, hugging her as well.

"You are such a good girl, Lianochka." Chelsea saw tears in his brown eyes. "You have worked hard and finished high school, and I am very proud of you."

"Thanks, Dad." Chelsea had to swallow a lump in her throat. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Erik standing with his host family, and as soon as she could, she made her way over to him.

"Hi, Erik," she said.

"Hello, Chelsea," he replied.

"It's been a good year, hasn't it?" she remarked.

"A very good year," he agreed. "I had many interesting experiences and met some very worthwhile people, including you."

"Thanks. So when do you have to leave?"

"In a couple of weeks." His voice was soft, and his eyes didn't meet hers.

"That doesn't give us much more time to be together," she observed.

"No, it does not," he agreed. "We need to make the most of the time we have left, starting right now."

For the next couple of weeks, they saw each other almost every day. Erik took Chelsea to the beach, to dinner, and out dancing. The two weeks seemed to pass entirely too quickly.

"I have a surprise for you," Erik told Chelsea several days before he was to depart.

"Really? I love surprises!" she replied.

"I rented a house on the beach," he told her. "We can have it all to ourselves, just you and me, for a whole day and night."

"Wow!" The implication of his words hit her like a hammer. Her apprehension must have showed on her face because of what he said next.

"Please say it's all right!" he begged.

"Of course it is!" she said. "I'd be stupid to pass it up! When will it be?"

"We have the cabin from two tomorrow afternoon until two the next day," he told her.

"I can't wait!" she cried.

She lay awake in bed that night, wondering what it would be like to make love with him. Would it be painful? How would he feel about her afterwards? How would she feel about him?

She wondered what her parents' first time had been like. Her mother had told her they'd known each other for over a year before giving themselves to each other. She'd known Erik for less than six months. Was that too soon?

She began to feel an aching between her legs, a longing for release. Her heart was beating hard as she slipped a cautious hand to her underwear and gasped as she realized it was soaking wet. She lay on her back and slipped it off and then, with her legs spread wide, slid a finger between her velvety folds, parting them. She shuddered as a shock of pleasure such as she'd never felt before washed over her. It was frightening and, at the same time, thrilling.

Suddenly curious, she slipped from bed, turned the light on, locked the door, and fetched a mirror from the dresser drawer. She laid it on the floor and knelt over it, her legs parted. She saw the swollen lips of her vulva, her engorged clitoris. She felt the urge to touch it again and did so, and the same waves of pleasure swam over her.

Now feeling guilty, she tossed the mirror back into the drawer, then put her underwear back on, switched the light off, and returned to bed.

She was too nervous to eat much for breakfast or lunch the following day, and she wore what she considered to be her most enticing outfit, her sleeveless black dress with the deep neckline, when Erik arrived in the Toyota. He wore navy blue shorts with a button-down-the-front Hawaiian print shirt and white boat shoes. Chelsea didn't think she'd ever seen him looking so nice before.

He drove her to the beach house and parked in the garage underneath it. The house was two stories high and painted white.

"Just wait until you see the inside," he told her, taking her hand and leading her to the door.

Once inside, she looked around and had to gasp. A spiral staircase dominated the center of the house. The kitchen was small but immaculate, and the dining room contained a small wooden table with a bowl of fruit hanging above it. Between the kitchen and the dining room was a bar with several stools and hooks for hanging mugs. The living room was all white except for a couple of light blue sofas with several pillows each.

"Come on," said Erik. "I'll show you the upstairs."

Chelsea followed him up the spiral staircase to the bedroom, which was also all in white. The bed was covered with pillows, and opposite it was a dresser. Beside the dresser was a chair, and in front of it was a rug with a geometric pattern. The floor was made of hard wood.

"Do you like it?" asked Erik.

"Oh, yes!" Chelsea breathed.

The afternoon passed swiftly as they swam, laid out in the sun, built a sand castle together, and splashed water at each other. After the sun went down, they had a cook out and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows.

It was almost midnight when they finally returned to the house.

"Let's take a shower together," Erik suggested, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Chelsea just stared at him.

"Come on, don't be shy!" he urged.

"I've never seen a naked man before," Chelsea admitted.

"Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" asked Erik.

"I guess so." Reluctantly, she began to peel the wet swim suit from her skin, starting with the shoulder straps. Erik was much more enthusiastic as he shed his own swim trunks, then turned the shower on.

"After you," he told Chelsea. She couldn't look at him as she stepped into the stall ahead of him. They both lathered up and began to scrub themselves.

"May I?" asked Erik, his wash cloth poised over one of Chelsea's breasts. She nodded, and he began to massage her skin in soft, gentle strokes. She felt her nipple harden and even ache a little at his touch. From there he moved on to her belly, which made her giggle.

"Would you like to do me?" he asked in a low voice, guiding her hand to his most intimate parts.

She moved the washcloth over his skin, listening to his soft moans and feeling her own body come alive in response.

After the shower, they stepped out of the stall onto the shag rug, both of them dripping wet. As they dried each other off with big fluffy towels, Chelsea allowed herself to look at his naked body for the first time. Her eyes swept over his huge, throbbing cock, noticing the drops of clear fluid at the tip.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Erik with an amused chuckle.

Chelsea grinned and nodded, and he took her hand and led her to the bed. "Lie on your back," he told her. "I want to give you something."

Bewildered, she did as she was told. Erik parted her legs, and then his fingers were there, parting her lips as his tongue swept over her swollen nub. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, and she cried out as Erik inserted his middle finger all the way up inside her, driving her crazy.

She wanted it to go on forever.

Erik slipped a condom on, then climbed onto the bed with her.

"This might hurt a bit," he told her. "I will be as gentle as I can."

She gasped as he entered her and she felt a sting like a penicillin shot.

"Sorry," he said. He held himself still for a few seconds to give her time to get used to the sensation, then began to move in and out, very slowly, then picking up the pace. She clung to him and tried to match his movements. After awhile, he began to grunt and thrust wildly. Unsure of what was happening, she stayed in place, until she felt him soften and slip from her. He collapsed into bed beside her and pulled her to himself. They lay in silence for awhile. She felt the dampness of his skin against her cheek, and his chest hair tickled her nose a little.

"Well, did you enjoy that?" he asked after awhile.

"It was nice," she replied, unsure what he wanted her to say.

"I thought it was great!" he said. kissing the top of her head. She turned to look into his eyes and saw him smiling at her.

"You're right," she said. "It was great."

"I guess this is goodbye." Chelsea blinked back tears as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

"Yes." Erik's fingers swept over her cheek in a soft caress as his unblinking eyes gazed into hers.

"You will stay in touch, won't you?" she asked.

"Sure," he replied. "I've got your email."

"I like old fashioned letters, too," she told him.

"All right, whenever I have time." He didn't sound that eager, she thought.

"And we'll exchange cards at Christmas and birthdays," she added.

He smiled. "Of course we will."

"And we'll see each other again someday." She could barely get the words out.

"I hope so." He kissed her lips. "Goodbye, sweet Chelsea. Thanks for a wonderful semester."

She watched as he walked away.

Moments later, she heard the airplane take off as she turned and walked back to her car.

Someday, she told herself, hoping with all her heart it would be so.