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
her 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 they 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.
On
the last leg he could see his car up ahead. He was interested to see
another car
parked right next to it. Usually people leave some room when parking
except when in a group. Then the realization hit him. It was her. They
saw him
coming and pulled out, Sarah standing up through the sunroof and waving her arms. As
they came up beside him, she 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 half of a step and considered for a moment. She
understood, 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 and 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, rather bossy, 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 head 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.