The Beach
by:
Jem Aura © 2007
The girl
was alone, wading in the Atlantic Ocean. The beach was all but deserted and due
to the fact that she was very young, Mitch’s curiosity was immediately piqued.
She was far too young to be strolling the beach alone,
but she didn’t seem lost or concerned, just out of place.
Mitchell
Wilkes’ wife and his infant son were taking up most of the shade from their
small beach umbrella, and he was cooking under the early afternoon sun, not a
cloud in the sky to relieve the brutal heat. He glanced between his book and
the girl.
It was
Thursday. Mitch was forced to take a couple of days off due to an electrical
fire in his office building. His wife didn’t like the weekend chaos of the
beaches, so here they were on a lonely stretch of sand on a weekday. Of the
several beaches within 100 miles of their home, they liked this stretch because
it was open for car traffic - meaning they didn’t have to carry everything from
a parking area. With a baby, it really made a huge difference. They found a
place completely to themselves, the only interruptions caused by lone joggers
or an occasional car drifting by - at least until the girl came along. She was
a major distraction, for Mitch.
He looked
around to see where she could have come from. There were no condos behind their
little camp, and he doubted she had come there by herself because she wasn’t carrying
anything. There was no towel laid out on the beach, no chair, nothing. All she
was wearing was an odd looking one piece swimsuit that fitted her strangely,
and she was barefoot. The only
possibility Mitch could see that might explain where she had come from was a
small sports car with deep tinted windows parked several hundred yards down the
beach.
His wife
seemed oblivious to the strangeness of the girl’s presence, and he worried that
she might notice him watching her. His
mind wandered, and he found himself wishing he was there at the beach alone,
filling his state-of-the-art digital video camera, complete with a 33x optical
zoom, with the image of the amazingly beautiful girl. At first glance, standing
in front of the vast ocean, you might think she was a teenager, not having
anything to compare her size against. She had long athletic looking legs and a
well formed round butt. She seemed lithe and sexy. But when she turned, it was
evident that her narrow hips meant she must be much younger. Her swimsuit was
so small for her that the neck laces were tied at the extreme ends, making the
front too low on her chest. Only the very tips of the triangular tops covered
the most important parts, and she constantly adjusted them to make sure they
hadn’t slid to one side or the other.
Mitch
threw his book aside for one of his frequent dips into the ocean. They smiled
at each other as he passed by. He got a close up look at her, noticing that the
rounded edges of her breasts were squeezing out from the sides of the small
triangles of material that stretched tight when she stood up straight. It
seemed that her breasts were too well developed to be associated with her very
young looking face and narrow hips.
Mitch’s
extensive experience examining the developmental stages of adolescent girls,
and women for that matter, told him that hips, legs, butts, breasts, hands,
etc, can fool a person regarding the age of the person they belonged to, but
not the face. Faces are telling of a person’s age, especially young people.
This girl’s face told Mitch she was 11 years old.
The girl
followed Mitch into the ocean. She bobbed on her tiptoes, arms above the water
trying to keep a little bit of her body warm. They didn’t speak to each other,
just exchanged smiles if their glances happened to meet. Mitch was careful to
act as if he was not interested in her because of his wife - because of his paranoia that if
he should show affection toward such a girl that she will think he was a
pervert. Mitch didn’t consider himself to be one even though he frequently
fantasized about having sex with girls just like the one that was swimming with
him. He strongly believed that being sexually attracted to pubescent girls is
perfectly normal for a man. After all, there is no species on the planet that
doesn’t mate the moment the female is capable of it. He believed that society
was living out a strange lie, in denial of the truth – probably a leftover of
all the religious nutcases that have polluted history. He believed that
secretly, the vast majority of men are attracted to young, budding girls.
Considering how extremely beautiful and erotic they were to him, he was sure of
it. In any case, he knew that if he
really weren’t attracted to young girls, he would certainly be playing with the
girl right now, not having anything to worry about - and that seemed strange
and ironic is a sad sort of way.
Mitch left the water and went back to his book. She
followed him up towards their camp, trying to be friendly, but neither Mitch
nor his wife acknowledged her. So to avoid embarrassment, she acted like she
was finding a place to sit. On the gigantic beach, she decided to sit twenty
feet from them, with nothing, not even a towel.
Mitch watched her as she dug in the sand, crawling on
her hands and knees as she worked, oblivious of the effect she was having on
him. He glanced at her periodically, but eventually he was turning pages again,
absorbed by the story he had been reading. He didn’t know how long he had been
reading without looking up, but when he finally did, she was gone. At first he
didn’t think anything of it, but when his sweeping gaze showed no trace of her,
something inside him began to panic. He
looked around again: The car was still there with no signs of life; She wasn’t on the beach in either direction; She wasn’t
behind them in the dunes... Mitch
climbed up on his folding chair and scanned the ocean.
“What are
you doing?” His wife asked.
“Did you
see where that girl went?” He asked.
“What
girl?”
“The one
that was just here - you didn’t notice her?” He asked, incredulously.
“Oh, yeah, her.” She said, not looking up.
“Well,
I’m worried she might be in trouble. She was just here and I can’t see where
else she could have gone. This beach has really bad rip tides.” he said
seriously, using his hand as a visor from the sun. The glare of sun off the
swells beyond the breakers was painful to look at. He thought he saw something
like an arm move as if swimming but it was out of his peripheral vision, and
with the strong glare it could have been anything. He seriously hoped to catch
sight of her not too far from shore, because if he didn’t, he’d be swimming out
to find her with no Idea which direction to head. In his mind he was certain she was out there.
And he only strengthened his suspicion when he followed her footsteps from
where she had been digging. Mitch spoke
to his wife: “I’m really worried about her.
I’m almost certain she got swept out, and if so, she’s way out there.
I’ve got to go.” Mitch didn’t wait for her to start ranting. He heard her just
fine as he ran into the ocean.
“You’re
what? Are you crazy?” She shouted at him.
“If I’m
not back in an hour call the coast guard.”
He yelled over his shoulder. She continued
her verbal barrage long after he had stopped hearing her.
After
about 5 minutes of strong swimming Mitch stopped and shouted as loud as he
could - nothing. Up on the beach he
could see pretty far, but in the water his eyes were only inches above the
swells. He couldn’t see very far at all.
Mitch swam on, turning to get his bearings from the
landmarks he could see. Every five minutes or so he would stop to shout. The only
thing left visible on land was the abandoned life guard tower and a few palms.
After 20 minutes of hard swimming he heard her answer his shouts, her voice
screaming in relieved panic.
“Swim
toward my voice” he yelled.
“I am” screeched the girl.
“Don’t
worry, you’re going to be fine.” he assured her. Mitch began catching glimpses of her when
they both topped a swell at the same time. “I can see you.” he said. “Swim on
your back, it’s easier.” She did as he
asked. “Take your time. We’re not in any
hurry.”
The girl started treading water when they finally met
and he saw the wide eyed panic lying just under the surface of her expressions.
He managed a warm and comforting smile.
“How are you doing, sweetheart, can you keep swimming?”
“I’m tired. I been swimming
so long...” She said as she burst into
tears.
“Okay, now, it’s going to be alright. I’m going to get
you back to shore. You hear me?” Mitch said forcefully. She stifled her crying enough to nod
acknowledgement. “What’s your name Honey?”
“Sarah” She said.
“Sarah? I like
that. I’m Mitch. Mitchell Wilkes at your service M’Lady.” This got a glimpse of a smile from her. “Okay, you’re going to rest for a while. You
just lie on your back and let me pull you along until you’re rested enough to
swim. Okay?”
Sarah nodded. Mitch approached her cautiously, remembering
the old cautions about how panicked a drowning person can be. But she seemed
under control. He came up beside her and
turned her to face away from him. With his arm around her chest he kicked and
stroked with his free hand, moving parallel to the beach to get them out of the
rip current. After ten minutes he headed inland. Eventually Sarah offered to
swim on her own and after another 30 minutes they were walking on the beach
about a half mile away from where they started. All told Mitch had been swimming
for an hour and ten minutes.
To their
dismay, there was nothing to go back to. The sports car, Mitch’s wife, and his
son, were all gone. He found the spot where they had parked and there was
nothing - no note, not even a bottle of water, which they were both dying
for. Sarah told him that her sister and
his boyfriend were making out in the sports car and kicked her out. Now they
were gone.
“Do you
think they thought you walked home?”
Mitch asked.
“Maybe. We live a couple of miles away.” She said.
Mitch
decided that his wife must have gone for help. He knew they had forgotten their
only cell phone that morning, so she would have had to drive somewhere to use a
phone. He used the time to get to know Sarah a little better.
“You’re very lucky I noticed that you had disappeared.
If you weren’t so pretty, I might not have been watching you so closely.”, he said feeling much less inhibited without his wife
there. Sarah’s eyes sparkled with the
compliment. Strangely, she got on her hands and knees, facing him as they
continued talking.
“You
really did save my life. I was crying so hard before I heard you that I was
breathing in water and coughing a lot, and that made me get more water in me.” She
said with a light-hearted tone for such serious words, and still in that
strange position.
“Does
your sister always leave you alone on the beach?” Mitch asked.
“If she
let’s me come with. Mostly she just leaves me at home.”
“What
about your parents? Where are they?” He asked.
“They
both work until late. My mom’s going to kill her when she finds out I almost
died.” She said with big eyes.
“You’re
going to tell her?” asked
Mitch.
Sarah
shrugged. She really hadn’t thought about it. She usually told on her sister if
she got mad at her, which was a lot now that she had a boyfriend. Mitch was thinking about what to say, wanting
to score some points with some more compliments, but her strange behavior distracted
him. She had begun pushing sand behind her like a bull ready to charge. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Huh?”, she looked up. Oh,
sorry, I gotta pee really bad.” She said, not showing
any embarrassment. Her strange behavior
was just childish restlessness attempting to quench the strong urge.
“Go sit
in the ocean.”, Mitch suggested.
Sarah turned and looked at the water, and Mitch
immediately realized she might be hesitant to do that. “Will you come with me?”
“Sure.”
Mitch said.
On their
way to the water she took his hand and swung it as she skipped along, still
antsy from her full bladder.
Mitch was
feeling their time together winding down and drifting into the past. He was
reflecting on the significance this day would have for him. He said, “I was
just thinking… you know, if you don’t tell anyone that
I saved you, we probably won’t ever see each other again.”
“Why not?” She asked, and became visibly upset at that
prospect.
“Well, if
you tell your parents that I saved your life, they would probably want to meet me,
and then we could see each other once in a while, but then your sister would
get in trouble. But if you protect your sister and don’t tell them, then it
would be creepy for me to be hanging around you, you know? I mean we’d need to
have a good reason other than we just want to be friends, since I‘m so much
older than you.”, he said, anxious to hear her
reaction to that.
“Oh,
yeah, I guess so.”, she said, absently kicking the sand as they walked, still
holding hands. “But I like you.” She whined.
“I don‘t
see any other way to get around it.” said Mitch,
dropping off into thought. “I guess if
we want to bad enough we might find a way to see each other, but it would
probably have to be a secret somehow.”
Ideas were churning and tumbling around desperately in his head, as if
they were the wheels of a slot machine, waiting for the right combination to
come together.
They strolled out until the waves were hitting Sarah
in the stomach. She turned and sat down
until just her head was sticking out of the water. She then untied the strings
around her neck and struggled to pull the suit down to her knees. Mitch stood
there staring down at her, not to watch her undress, but in bewilderment as to
why she didn’t just pee through her suit. She wasn’t paying attention to him
anyway, and as she continued tugging and pulling at the sticky fabric, the valley between
the waves exposed her breasts to Mitch. All at once she became aware of Mitch’s
eyes and her exposed breasts. Her mouth went agape, and embarrassment washing
over her. Then she laughed through her fingers and said, “Oops.”, her eyes
smiling. She relieved herself, blushing at this new embarrassment. Mitch tried
to act like he wasn’t watching as she struggled to get her wet suit back on,
but she was having such difficulty, that she finally just stood up, Mitch
steadying her and lending a hand when it was finally time to tie the neck
strings.
Sarah’s idea machine was in high gear as well. She thought out loud to Mitch as they
splashed through the shallow waves, “Maybe we could meet here if we say a
certain day.“ She offered.
“Maybe, but you can’t come alone can you?” asked Mitch.
“Sometimes I ride my bike alone. But not to the beach.” Her demeanor was sagging due to the
hopelessness of the situation.
Seeing this, Mitch offered: “Well, let me think a
minute.” He had nothing to write on to give her a phone number, although he
knew that would be too risky. Mitch tried to think of a way that would limit
the risk of getting caught but was coming up empty. Actually, Sarah’s idea of a
particular day to meet actually seemed the best, even though she would be there
with her sister and boyfriend. Finally he offered, “What day of the week does
your sister usually bring you?”
“Thursdays, because her boyfriend
doesn’t work on Thursdays.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you what, I will come
here right after work on as many Thursday’s as I can until we meet again. Okay?”
Mitch offered.
Looking up at him and smiling sweetly, she nodded her
agreement. And from somewhere deep inside her, a warm and glowing affection for
him arose. Desperately needing an outlet for the feelings, she jumped onto his
back and wrapped her arms and legs around him.
He carried her piggyback back into the water and dove into a wave, the
delightful sound of her squeals and laughter gracing the sand and swells all
around. They romped in the waves, Sarah constantly encroaching upon his
personal space, either draping herself on his back for a ride, or sidling her
backside against him begging for him to throw her into a wave. Mitch teased her
when she would come up with her suit askew, exposing a nipple. At first she
fussed shyly to fix the problem, but eventually she just shrugged at Mitch when
he smiled and pointed, leaving the nipple peeking out. As the antics grew,
Mitch became certain that the frequent intimate contact of their bodies was no
accident. Dozens and dozens of times she repeated the same things with no sign
of tiring.
Mitch
felt a connection forming between them - an intimacy that seemed to be taking
on a life of its own. What he didn’t know was that his rescue of her, when she
was in utter hopeless despair, had awoken something primal within her, an
ancient survival instinct.
Sarah had been practically raised by her sister. Ever since
her sister started dating, Sarah had felt abandoned. The feeling of abandonment
in early human cultures usually meant you died – back when humans were
hunter-gatherers. An abandoned young girl, out of desperation, would latch onto
a strong, interested man, by trying desperately to please him, to secure his
continued favor and protection. Of
course a man back then benefited greatly from such a union, so Mitch’s
instincts were waking up as well: Sarah’s body language and antics were
lighting him up, as she wiggled her butt between his thighs waiting for him to
throw her for the umpteenth time. He felt the stirrings of lusty desires for
her. His hands slowly rubbed her shoulders and sides as he explained that he
needed to rest a moment before he could throw her again. She responded by
leaning back against him. Mitch wrapped his arms around her and held her
affectionately. His mind was swimming and his erection was growing. Without
thinking, he pressed it against her backside, stunned that he would do something
like that to a girl so young, even though subconsciously. He quickly pulled
away.
“I’m
sorry, I don’t know why I did that.” he said, managing an uncomfortable smile.
Sarah’s face had grown long and her cheeks were blushing. Turning to look him
in the eyes she said very softly, “It’s okay.” and she slowly moved
toward him, closing what little distance there was between them. “I liked it.” She said, reaching for him and
stepping up very close.
Relieved, Mitch
put her back where she had been, waiting to be thrown, his hands caressing the
long lines of her body, then he wrapped his arms around her chest and held her
close as the waves rocked them. Sarah was enjoying the moment intensely.
Just then a loud horn sounded. The coast guard had
arrived in a large red and white cutter. Mitch and Sarah waved and answered
their loud speaker questions: They wanted to know if she was the girl that was
lost. Satisfied, they sped off.
The mood
was broken, and as they walked along the beach hand in hand, Mitch saw his wife
driving towards them. He released her hand and they exchanged a sad look.
Putting
her in the front seat of their van, Mitch climbed in the back with his son. His
wife was stunned to see the girl. She had convinced herself that Mitch had
stupidly risked his life for no reason. But even so, she remained just as angry
and stoic as before. Mitch and Sarah exchanged knowing looks at each other.
When the dropped her off, Mitch mouthed the word “Thursday” to her. The sports car was in the driveway.
Mitch’s
wife, in typical fashion, was only concerned about how his behavior had
affected her. To her, he had ruined the entire day. Mitch didn’t bother
pointing out that if he had acted any differently, a beautiful young girl would
most certainly be dead. No, he was far beyond trying to point things like that
out to her. She would stay mad at him for a day or two.
Mitch got
behind the wheel and his wife climbed in back. On the drive home, Mitch
reflected on everything while Rebecca, (his wife) read her book. Once his mind
had quieted down, he realized that he was wrong. He could have acted
differently and avoided the whole mess. If he had not ignored the girl when she
followed him to their camp, If he had been friendly toward her and invited her
to join them, to play with his son, she would not have wandered alone into the
ocean. Mitch apologized to Rebecca and explained his reasoning to her. The
apology was accepted, but the explanation was lost on her - mainly out of
indifference, and wanting to get back into her book.
Mitch returned to the beach the following Thursday,
and the next, but there was no Sarah, no sports car, nothing. The following
week he had to attend an office party. When another Thursday had come, and he
sat eating his Big Mac alone at his desk, he pondered whether or not to try
again – feeling that the odds were getting slim of him ever seeing her again. But
he was sick of work, and would enjoy the drive and a run along the beach.
The sun was setting as Mitch jogged back towards his
car, having covered about four miles of beach. The sand squeaked under his
footfalls, and he was imagining that the calluses on the bottoms of his feet would
be sanded smooth and his toes pink and new by the time he finished the run. It
was a wonderful feeling, the endorphins coursing through his bloodstream from
the exertion and the orange glow of the sunset that cast its eeriness into the
shadows and lit places alike.
Seeing his up ahead, he was stunned to see a car
parked right next to it. Then the realization hit him. It was her. They saw him
coming and pulled out, Sarah waving her arms standing up in the sunroof. As
they came up beside him, Sarah climbed out and flung herself at him. Mitch was
knocked back but quickly recovered, picking her up and flinging her around. Her
sister and boyfriend smiled happily at the antics.
Something pricked the edge of Mitch’s awareness. Fear
welled up slightly. As he set Sarah back on her feet, she spooned herself
against him and hugged him very affectionately. She was wearing all of her pent
up feelings for him on her sleeve, in full view of her sister, and it was
immediately obvious to them that her amorous affections had gone way beyond
what would be considered appropriate, even for the man who saved her life. She
was treating Mitch like he was her boyfriend.
Mitch pried Sarah’s arms from around him and glanced
urgently into her eyes, trying to instill some discretion and control into her
without giving himself away to her sister, or hurting Sarah’s feelings. Sarah
stepped back a half of a step and considered for a moment. She understood
immediately, but still could not contain her excitement and joy at seeing him.
So she bounced around, dancing on her tip toes and spinning circles with her
arms outstretched, finally calming down, holding Mitch’s hand in both of hers
while he introduced himself to her sister and her boyfriend.
“So, you’re our hero.” Said Katie, Sarah’s sister.
Tony, her boyfriend, was bent over to see Mitch’s face from the far side of the
car.
“I guess so, It was lucky that I was able to find her
out there. She was at least a mile out by the time I caught up to her – and I
really didn’t know for sure that she was even out there.” Mitch spouted all of
that out quickly, finding himself reliving the event and feeling a bit of anger
welling up inside him at this irresponsible older sister. He fixed her with a
hard stare, but then gained control of himself before he said anything he might
regret. But the message was received, he could tell. Katie directed Tony to
pull in and park, letting the anxiety she suddenly felt under Mitch’s gaze be
redirected at him, displeasure in her voice as she barked out instructions.
Mitch and Sarah slowly walked up to the vehicles
holding hands, Sarah now shied down by Mitch’s stern mood. Katie met them at
the trunk of the sports car and held Mitch’s eyes. She had woken up to reality
and was humbled. “I really am sorry for being so stupid.” She said meekly.
Mitch stood still, letting the words settle onto the
sand. He slowly looked from Sarah to Katie a couple of times. “Do your parents
know what happened?”.
Fear flashed across Katie’s face as she slowly shook
her had no. “No, they don’t. They’ll kill me.”
Mitch noticed all of the joy had oozed out of Sarah,
and now she stood with a long face, perfectly still. He winked at her and the
spark of a smile appeared, more in her eyes than on her mouth.
“Well, it’s a strange situation we have. I mean, I
feel like I’m Sarah’s father now, and I don’t like the idea of not being able
to see her once in a while. And anyway, I think it might break her heart. But
if your parents can’t know I saved her life, then I have no reason to be seeing
her....”
Katie interrupted him, “It’s okay, we
don’t need to tell them. We can bring her here any time you want.” Katie had an edge of desperation in her
voice, trying to avoid having to tell her parents, and this was not setting
well with Mitch. She was acting a whole lot like his wife, only worrying about
herself and how thing will effect her.
Wanting now to get away from the narcissistic little
bitch, Mitch grabbed Sarah, threw her onto his back, and ran full speed into
the ocean. Katie watched with detached wonder, and a little bit of jealousy.
Her boyfriend was a girly-boy compared to Mitch, and she had imagined how
impossible it would be for Tony to even pick her up, let alone gallop into the
ocean. But the edge of that jealousy was tempered with the sound of her sister’s
delight, her laughs and screams infecting the air around them.
Katie and Tony swam in the surf with them for a while,
but retired to a towel next to Tony’s car. Mitch noticed Sarah kept glancing up
at them as they kissed and made out. It was not having a good effect. As they
settled down to just sitting together, letting the waves rock them, Sarah began
making passes at Mitch, running her hand up his arm and leaning in for a kiss. Mitch was taken aback, “Sarah, we can’t start
making out right here. They would see us.”
He was careful not to say he wasn’t interested, because he was. But he
was surprised and now fearful that she seemed to have no sense whatsoever of
the inappropriateness of the two of them being coupled.
She was crestfallen. She glanced over her shoulder
toward her sister to see if they had seen her. Mitch felt bad. He was energized
with the images of her sweet young body and her do-anything-you-want-me-to demeanor.
He reached under the water and caressed her side, hip, and thigh, saying “Sweetheart,
anything we do has to be secret, and there is no way for anything to be secret
unless we can be alone together, and we can’t be alone together.”
Taking his queue, she moved around so that she could
reach his leg, and she sweetly traced patterns on his thigh unseen beneath the
waves. They sat quietly, contemplating the hopeless reality of the situation.
At length, Mitch began to think out loud to her, not wanting her to think he
was giving up, or felt it was utterly hopeless. “If we knew when you would be
home alone, I could come get you. And we could come here and do whatever we
wanted to.”
This sounded hopeful to Sarah, and she said, “Well,
when Katie goes to the beach, I’ll call you.”
“No,
I don’t want to use the phone, if anything ever happened where your parent’s
got suspicious, we don’t want phone records showing we’ve been talking to each
other.” He said, feeling as though he was bursting her bubble with all of his
technical plots and schemes as to why what they were attempting to do should
feel so utterly criminal. Then, in a
flash, an idea struck at Mitch. He ran
to where the beach was damp and hard packed and wrote in the sand with his
finger: [email protected]
“There.” He said looking up to see her staring over
his shoulder. “Can you memorize that?”
“I think so, Why?”
“Well, I will create a secret email using that. You
make up one for you like [email protected] and then you send me an
email. We will both have secret email and we can talk to each other. Think you
can do that without anyone finding out?”
Sarah
nodded her head vigorously. She liked the idea. So much so that she sprang onto
Mitch’s back as he stooped, still looking at the email address and patting
himself on the back for thinking of it. He hauled her piggy-back into the waves
again, starting a new round of romping and allowing them to find all sorts of new
ways to bring their bodies together without it seeming erotic to anyone but
themselves.
Mitch created his email account exactly as he had
written it out for Sarah. The next day he sat down at the computer with a
sandwich, soaked in sweat from working in the yard. He checked the email, and
there it was.
From: [email protected] Subject: Hi!
Hi Mitch,
this is so cool. This was a great idea. I can’t wait to see you. Katie just
left with her bf. I always beg to go with them but not today. I could hardly
wait for them to leave. When can you come and get me? You can take me to the
beach and we can spy on my sister. I
hope you write back soon. I’m waiting.
Sarah
From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Hi!
Hi
sweetheart. I’m glad you figured out how to do this. I was worried you might
have trouble. Just remember to sign out every time you leave the computer.
Otherwise someone might read your mail. I would love to come get you, but I
don’t know if you are still there. I’ll send this email now and if you send one
right back I’ll know you are at the computer.
Mitch
Sarah was
sitting there. She squeaked when she heard the bong of a new message.
From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Re: Hi!
I’m here. Come get me.
Mitch told her how important it was to be careful who
saw her leaving etc. He told her to ride her bike down Elm Street towards the
beach at a certain time. Elm was a quiet side street that paralleled the main
boulevard. He didn’t want her riding out in public alone so he positioned
himself near her house in time to see her leave, and then followed her a few
blocks before zooming ahead and parking. As instructed, she opened the side
door herself, threw
the bike in, climbed in and slammed the door closed. They sat there a while
watching the street to see if anyone took notice. All was clear. They drove to
the beach.
Sarah
could hardly contain her excitement. She stared at Mitch driving, fighting back
all kinds of urges that were welling up inside her.
“You did good, Sarah” Mitch said. “I like sneaking around with you.
It’s fun. Isn’t it?”
Sarah
nodded “It’s awesome!”, she said, then added what she
had been thinking, “When we get to the
beach can I pretend you’re my real boyfriend?”
Her face was animated with anticipation for his answer.
Sarah
Johnson was at odds with her sister. Kate had adored Sarah and doted over her
every day for years. It was as if she had a real live cuddly doll to play with,
because she was utterly adorable. It had made Sarah feel loved and very
special. And it had endeared Sarah to her sister in a very strong way. So when
Katie started dating, being five years older, Sarah had become a pest. It
crushed her. But Katie didn’t see any of it as important. There are instinctive
cruelties built into siblings that shield an older sister from guilt when
inflicting them upon her darling younger sister. To her, she was now
unimportant. Katie had become self-absorbed and could care less how Sarah felt.
That lack of caring is what struck at Sarah so deeply. And it left her wanting
to somehow reverse the affect, get back to where they were as if it were Sarah
that had done something to lose favor instead of the inevitable march of
hormones that will drive a teenager away from her family and into a sports car
with an older boy. But in order to do that, she somehow knew that she had to
rise up to her level, to compete with her on her level. That was why she wanted
to pretend that Mitch was her boyfriend - Because then she would be doing what
her sister had wanted to do so bad - bad enough to leave her little sister
behind. It made no sense to Sarah. Of
course she didn’t really conceptualize all of that, she didn’t think it, she just felt it. She was just following her feelings about
what felt good to her, what would ease the pain of the abandonment. Mitch was
the answer, and she was strongly compelled to act out all of the things that
she imagined her sister doing behind the dark tinted windows of that car. If she
couldn’t get her sister back, she could be with her by doing the things she did
- a common desire of younger siblings.
In answer to her question, Mitch said: “Sure you can.
If I were your age I’d be the proudest boy in the world. I don’t think you
realize how pretty you really are.”
Mitch paused and considered where the game would take them. “But we
still need to be careful. If anybody is around, then we need to pretend that
I’m your dad. Okay?”
“Okay!” she said excitedly, wiggling her butt in the
seat as if she would explode.
Sarah had on some cotton shorts and a pink t-shirt.
She had brought along a small back-pack which probably contained a towel, sun
block and the like. Mitch wondered if her sad swimsuit was underneath the outer
layers.
They made it to the beach and drove slowly along,
looking for the sports car. They found it, and as they passed, they saw Kate
and her boyfriend kissing on a towel next to the car. Kate was leaning over him
in a thong bikini, her
butt in the air. Sarah gasped when she
saw it.
“My momma would shoot her if she knew she was wearing
that.” She said.
Mitch had to swallow hard and almost hit a car coming
in the opposite direction, having craned his neck completely around. He turned to Sarah and wiggled his eyebrows,
smiling.
This did not sit well with Sarah - anyone but her
sister. She didn’t let it show however. She drifted into thought and in her
mind she found she was shopping for thong bathing suits and wishing she really
could.
“You like that?” She asked Mitch sheepishly.
“Of course I do. I love looking at pretty girls.
That’s what saved your life, remember?” He said, still energized at the sight
of that 16 year old thonged butt up in the air.
“I wish I had one.” She said, disappointed.
“Had what?” Mitch asked, then realizing what she might
mean he asked “You mean a thong?” Sarah
nodded. Mitch was amazed. “You’d wear that for me?”
“Sure I would. If we’re pretending to be.. you know, for real, I’d have to…
wouldn’t I?”
“No, not really, I mean, not all girls would wear one
just for their boyfriend.” Mitch said, hoping she would argue more with him.
“Katie knows...
she knows what to do to... I don’t know.
I just wish I had one.” She said,
pouting.
“Well, if it’s that important, let’s go get you one.”
Mitch said, smiling over at her.
“Really? Now?” She said. Mitch nodded.
Sarah flew from her seat and threw her arms around him. Mitch squirmed in his seat uncomfortably at
the pressure forming between his legs, squeezing his already confined
testicles. Sarah remained next to him, kneeling on the floor behind his seat
and running her hands over his stubbly face and kissing his cheek over and
over. As the excitement abated, she
became awkward, wanting to touch him more, but wondering how to do it and
whether Mitch would mind since he was driving. Mitch sensed this and rescued
her with words he knew she wanted to hear.
“I can’t wait until we finally get settled so I can
hold you.” He said.
“Me too.” Sarah replied,
moving back to her seat beside him and fixing him with adoring eyes.
Mitch knew there were several beachwear shops within a
few blocks. She was disappointed when he told her to wait in the back of the
van, out of sight until he returned.
Climbing back in he threw the bag at her.
Before he was out of the lot, she was oooing and coooing over the six different
suits he had bought for her. They weren’t expensive at all and the shop had a
buy two get the third one free sale. And they certainly don’t require much in
the way of raw materials to manufacture. You could probably fit all six into a
plastic Easter egg.
“Can I try one on now?” She begged.
“Sure you can, no one can see in through the
windows.” He said. They were back on the
beach, slowly cruising along, Mitch looking for a secluded spot far away from
her sister. But it was getting crowded, being Friday, so they’d have to just
settle in somewhere regardless.
Mitch watched Sarah deciding which one to try on
first. Looking up and seeing his eyes she smiled and waved her hand indicating
for him to stop looking. Cleverly, Mitch complied by moving the mirror down, so
that he could see her torso. She was sitting on the bench seat directly behind
him. To her, it seemed as if he could no longer see her since she couldn’t see
his eyes any more. Satisfied, she began to undress. Mitch slowed the van to a
crawl and let the cars behind him pass. He watched closely as Sarah removed her
shirt and then reached behind her neck for the strings that held her suit up.
She found them and quickly pulled the suit down around her waist, leaving her
young, newly forming, but unusually broad and shallow breasts clearly visible.
Broad and shallow means that if she were lying on her back, her breasts would
not rise up very high at all, but they cover a larger area of her chest than
the normal small cones that form on most adolescent girls. Mitch had noticed
this phenomenon before, and liked it very much. Her nipples were nickel sized,
very pale, and so soft looking. She
fussed with the new top a while, a rubbery looking fabric that was so
unbelievably thin that it showed every texture and detail of her nipples right
through it, without actually being see-thru. And to his delight, he had picked
the sizes exactly. Not quite too small for her, but almost. He knew from the
top she had just put on that the matching thong was the one with a very low cut
front forming a ‘V’ to view the top of her pubic mound, just above the
slit. He glared as she worked, disappointed that she quickly slid her suit off her
legs without revealing much. But in order to get the tiny thong on properly,
she had to lie back across the seat and work it into position. Mitch was lucky
he didn’t end up in the ocean.
“There.” She said, triumphantly.
“Come back up here and let me see.” He demanded.
Sarah climbed into the front seat, awkwardly trying to
step over the arm rest that just lifted up and out of the way, her bare butt
cheeks wagging under his nose. When she
finally got settled, she wished she could stand and model it for him. Sitting
there in the seat made her feel like a dork. And people could see in through
the windshield.
“Recline the seat back.” Mitch suggested.
She did,
saying “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“You
would have eventually.” he said, as his eyes danced over her prone form, her
wonderful young body, dressed in nothing that would protect her from the
thoughts that immediately infected him. She was beautiful. She was promiscuous.
She was trusting. She was willing and daring. And she would do anything for
Mitch.
“Wow! That is amazing.” He said, smiling large and
trying to keep part of one eye on the road. “You almost look naked.” He added,
and then. “I like it very much.”
Even though Mitch had stolen many views of her naked
body in the mirror, the sight of her in the bikini, displayed willingly for his
pleasure, his eyes roving down and back to her smiling, approving face. It was
much more satisfying and erotic than he could have imagined. He reached out to
her with his right hand. She took it and hugged his forearm with both arms, his
hand being pressed into her stomach.
Eventually she took his hand and traced her fingers around his palm,
reveling in the freedom she had found to express her desires and behave
outrageously.
Mitch backed in against a dune and placed a sunshade
in the windshield, mainly to shield against prying eyes rather than the
sun. The rest of the windows were
tinted, and even though it wasn’t a deep tint, in the bright sunlight, you
could not see in. Leaving the van running and the air on, he climbed in the
back and rearranged everything, cramming the bike behind the rear seat, and
stuffing clutter under the seats. The two bench seats cleverly folded into a
bed of sorts, and Mitch had brought a couple of pillows and light weight
throws, but left them stowed until they were needed, if they were needed. He
didn’t want to be too anxious or presumptuous with a girl so young, but he
strongly suspected that she would be enough for both of them.
Seeing that he was about finished, Sarah launched
herself at Mitch and they fell onto the bed. She laughed and rolled from side
to side as she held him, acting silly and trying to mask her clumsy
inexperience and embarrassment. Again, Mitch found the right words to rescue
her from herself.
“So what do you imagine we should do? I mean, since
I’m your real boyfriend.” He said,
winking at her. He had carefully chosen his words, leaving some wiggle room to
allow Sarah to choose how fast she wanted to move forward, if at all. And at
that moment he imagined her saying. “Let’s thumb wrestle!”,
thinking maybe he was completely misguided in his belief that he could actually
relate with an 11 year old, or that she could fulfill her role in his adult
sexual fantasies. He wondered how far away they actually were in their thinking
and desires. Mitch had plenty of doubts, but never the less he was thoroughly
enjoying being her life sized Ken doll, and just as happy to let her take
control and bend his arms just the way she wanted to. After all, that was how
he always imagined a successful encounter with a girl so young: Give her free
reign, let her believe it is all her idea and her motivation and hope that the
end result is one for the record books. Not only does it instill a sense of
ownership in her for the resulting outcome, virtually eliminating the chance
that she would feel ill used or abused and want to get even by telling, but it
enables him to apply subtle pressures and steer their course in a most erotic
fashion without giving her the slightest sense that his affections and desires
are misguided being directed at a girl so young. In affect, he is playing a
role in a game of her making, at least in her mind, and therefore she feels
responsible for everything, even his own passions.
Sarah realized that up until that point things had
remained ambiguous as to whether or not all of her big talk actually meant
anything. It had all been proffered with the pretext of "pretending".
Would she chicken out and "pretend" it was all just kidding around?
Or would she follow the voice in her head and the feeling in her gut that had
her obsessing over him ever since the rescue and subsequent intimate ‘playing’
in the surf - the same voice that kept adding 'for real' right after 'pretend'.
In the end it was the hurt she felt over her sister
(which had changed over time into anger and resentment) that drove her
recklessly ahead. And it was necessarily reckless, since the anger she felt was
actually directed at herself: for having done
something, some unknown something that had caused her to lose favor with Katie.
She was chasing a feeling she had felt the night before, lying in bed,
imagining herself and Mitch alone together. It was a strange fantasy, and Sarah
didn't know why she had imagined it that way, but the resulting feelings were
strong and pervasive. She had imagined they were on the playground at her
school, at night, and completely alone. Mitch was doting over her, pushing her
on the swing, catching her at the bottom of the slide, and holding her steady
as she swung from the jungle-gym, reveling at each encounter where they
touched. At once the scene shifted and they were both naked. In every
imaginable situation where a doting playmate might make physical contact, Mitch
was there, pressing his manhood against her in much the same way he had in the
surf that day, except that in her imagination they were in full body contact:
such as in the case of the jungle-gym where, impossible as it was, hanging from
the chin-up bar, she would swing a full arc overhead, being pushed by him, and
coming around would bump into him, propelling him up, over and around, bumping
into her, in perpetual motion... naked, his manhood disappearing inside her for
an instant each time he bumped her.
All of that titillating excitement culminated in the
strangest scene of all: Sarah knew what sex was all about. She had seen enough
of an x-rated movie left accidentally in the VCR in her parents
room to know how things worked. In the dream world of her fantasy, Mitch stood
facing her as she swung on the swing. As she rose toward him, his penis
standing out stiff in front of him, he would grasp her ankles, spread her legs,
and thrust perfectly in one motion to full penetration, giving just the right
amount of thrust to perpetuate the swinging.
It infected her: The feeling. There was something joyous and deeply
satisfying in imagining herself spread open and being thrust at by that huge
icon. It was coming from deep within her primordial self. It was the lure of
animal mating, and the hormones that swirled deep within her sexually awakening
body. They were like a drug that could mask the hurt and pain, and she was
ready for Mitch to rescue her again.
So in answer to his question, she rolled onto her
back, her arms carelessly splayed above her head and said: “Well, I think you
should kiss me for a while, since I never really kissed a boy before. Don’t
you?” She tried to wink but both eyes
closed.
Mitch stared down at her, spread out and vulnerable.
The erotic flavor of her body language, proclaiming complete surrender and
relinquishing control over to Mitch, her eyes beckoning him to touch her, grab
hold of her, to have her, had Mitch wondering if he were dreaming. As they
looked at each other, Mitch ran his hand up her calf and behind her knee. He
lifted her knee opening her legs slightly and ran his other hand along the
inside of her thigh. Sarah breathed in deeply, her chest rising, and closed her
eyes, leaving a satisfied, relaxed, and contented expression on her face. As
Mitch ran his hand along her thigh, coming close to her crotch, close enough to
feel the large tendon taught from stretching open to him, then
retreating, over and over, he wondered if he could do it, if he should do
it. For a brief moment panic welled up
in him, as if fate were staring down from on high, holding its breath. The
moment had arrived. The moment where they leave the games and
flirting behind. Sarah had already crossed over the line and was
perfectly contented with allowing anything to happen, as long as it was intense
enough to overshadow her feelings about Katie. But Mitch was now fearful that
to move forward at his own discresion would have her bolting out of the van on
her bike appalled at his perverted desires - his fear about a possible ocean
existing between their thinking. But his gut told him that he could risk one
attempt and get the answers that he needed. His hand slowed as it approached
the narrow strip of sheer fabric that barely covered her, slightly askew and
revealing the puffy flesh that spanned the gap from the crease in her leg to
her vagina. Eyes closed, arms splayed over her head, legs open and inviting,
Mitch slid his hand slowly onto her mound, watching her closely.... He rubbed
his thumb up to and around her clitoris.... Sarah bit her bottom lip and rolled
her hips up, her mound protruding upward, begging for more.... Mitch smiled and
sighed in relief as she opened her eyes.
Seeing the strange and amused look on Mitch's face, so
in contrast to what she expected as she opened her eyes, what she was hoping
for as she lay prone being fondled by him, she felt compelled to communicate
how deadly serious she was and how desperate she felt at that moment. Sitting
up, Sarah crawled up to Mitch, pushed him onto his back, and kissed him. There
was no awkward, embarrassed, inexperienced clumsiness about her now, she was
ignited by the sensation of his hand along her thigh and between her legs, as
she just lay there, allowing him in. She now pressed her body against his,
straddling him, feeling his bulge pressing at her, rubbing her little bud onto
it, kissing him eagerly and earnestly.
After a few short minutes of this, Mitch, still pinned
under her, he rolled her onto her back and ground his tightly confined erection
into her crotch. Glancing down between her legs, he saw the thong had drifted
further astray and her clitoris was shining out into the daylight, moist from
being confined so close to her soaked tunnel.
He rolled off of her and quickly cupped his hand onto
her mound. Sliding his middle finger up from her very wet opening, he began
twiddling her clit vigorously. Sarah gulped in a breath and squeaked as she
did, stunned at the electricity he was generating between her legs. Mitch
watched her closely, and as she slumped back into further surrender, looking
into his eyes with adoration as he gyrated his finger
on her, he was emboldened.
Mitch leaned over her and kissed her sweetly. Pulling
her up by the arms, he reached behind her back and untied her top. Throwing it
on the floor, he let her fall back to the bed, her arms again coming to rest
over her head. Now, with a little more ceremony, he slid down and grasped the
sides of her new thong. She gathered her legs together, anticipating him. He
slid it off of her hips and down her legs, past her ankles and onto the floor.
He stood, stooped over her, drinking in the wonderful sight of her young,
sexually budding body, and especially the hungry, increasingly lusty and desperate
look on her face.
Seeing her swollen button still peeking out from her
slit, he slipped his hand between her knees, nudging her to open up. She did,
slowly, to the fullest extent, glistening out at him. This fit her fantasy
perfectly. Sarah imagined at that moment that the very next moment would have
him before her with his phallic icon pointing urgently at her. The clip of the
x-rated movie she had seen didn't fill in the pieces prior to the act, and it
made her impatient for it. "Why is he teasing me like this?" She
thought. But when his head disappeared between her legs, and she felt his
tongue slip and slide, painting all of the flesh between her legs, and then
slip stiffly inside her anus, over and over, her conscious thoughts were wiped
clean and she realized she was in heaven.
And almost immediately, her thoughts drifted to her sister. She saw her
witnessing the event, Sarah looking up in triumph at her with Mitch working so
hard between her legs. Then it was Sarah looking down at her sister being
licked by her boyfriend, but he quickly stopped and slid his erection inside
her and began humping, Katie now looked up at Sarah with cruel victory in her
eyes.
Startled out of her waking dream by Mitch's tongue
concentrating earnestly on her throbbing clitoris, She voiced her desire in
moans and urgent yelps as if she were a deaf child, not urging him on, but
demanding him to stop. Uttering the strange sounds, not having words for what
she wanted, she grabbed his hair and pulled him up. Mitch raised
up onto his knees, looming over her, his face wet and shining, and looking
confused. Sarah yanked at his shorts desperately, trying to pull them down,
still yelping and barking in desperation. Mitch pulled them down for her, his
erection springing up and dancing, her eyes tracking every bounce. Sarah raised
her hips, legs spread wide, gaping at him.