“Shh,” she whispered, smiling and holding up a bottle of vodka. “Follow me. Grab a beach blanket on the way out.”

We tiptoed down the hall and out the side door, staying away from Aunt Faye and Uncle Jack’s room. We relaxed a little once we got outside and she took my hand, leading me down the beach. Her oversized tee shirt didn’t quite cover the bottom of her ass. Yes I was looking, she has a nice ass.

“Put the blanket down here,” she said. “This is a pretty private spot.”

I spread the blanket out and she plopped down in the middle of it, patting the ground next to her. I sat down and she opened the vodka bottle, taking a pull off of it before handing it to me. I hesitated.

“Go on,” she said, shoving my shoulder. “I don’t have cooties.”

“You never had cooties,” I laughed, taking a swig. “I just have that interview tomorrow.”

I passed the bottle back.

“So do you want to go there?” she asked. “Like if you get in, do you think you’ll go?”

“I applied Early Decision, so if they accept me, I’m committed. Yes, I’ve got some back-up schools but this is my first choice.”

She took a pull and passed me the bottle.

“So we’ll be neighbors again,” she said.

I nodded, “Yeah, we may wind up seeing a lot of each other.”

“You saw a lot of me earlier,” she said, archly.

I took a hit off the bottle, “Er, yeah, sorry about that. You mad?”

She took the bottle back and took another drink.

“So do I look different?” she asked.

A long time ago we played ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’. Of course we got caught. We both got lectured and the game never happened again, probably because they moved shortly after that.

I laughed lightly, “Oh yeah. You look different.”

“You know that’s totally not fair,” she said. “You got to see mine but I didn’t get to see yours.”

“Do you want to see mine?” I asked.

“Eventually. So are you going to kiss me or what?” she demanded.

How many people have kissed their childhood best friend? The weird part was that it wasn’t weird. Her lips were soft, flavored with vodka and she knew how to kiss. I leaned into her, pushing her back to the ground.

“Watch out for the vodka,” she said, a little breathlessly, and capped the bottle.

She put it down and pulled me to her. I held her tightly as we kissed, her small but firm breasts pressed into me. She pulled her tee shirt over her head. I took the hint and caressed her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard. She cupped her hand around my cock.

“Well this is a lot bigger than I remember,” she murmured. “Did you ever think of me?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said simply.

“Good,” she said, “Did you think about me naked?”

“Yes,” I said, huskier. She was playing with my cock.

“You can take my panties off,” she said.

I’m dumb but I’m not stupid. They were off in a moment.

“Now you,” she said.

I shucked off my shirt and shorts in record time.

“Did you think about me?” I asked.

“All the time,” she said.

She moaned as I slipped my finger into her slit.

“Did you bring a rubber?” she asked, huskily.

“No,” I said.

“Pity,” she replied. “We’ll have to do this then. Bring one next time.”

I found her clit and stroked it lightly. She pressed against my finger so I went harder.

“Yes, like that,” she whispered. “Yes, don’t stop. Oh, Richard, yes. Oh yeah, oh!”

Her body tensed and she moaned, biting down on my shoulder. It hurt but it felt good too. After a moment she started stroking me again, harder than before and I came. We lay together, entwined, my semen drying on her belly.

“You better ace that interview tomorrow, Dickie,” she said, impishly smiling. “This is something I want to get used to.”