A Weekend at the Shore (M/f) | 2016

My friend, Ana, and I are quite the pair. She is always looking for the next exciting thing to do - always trying to top her last high. She's bold, makes snap decisions, and is totally fun to hang with.

I, on the other hand, am shy. I take my time deciding and worry more about safety than the next thrill. But I'm totally in love with her so when she pouts and tells me I'm being a bitch for not going along with her crazy idea, ninety percent of the time I relent.

This weekend was one of the ninety percent. We had talked for weeks about saving money and making plans to go to the shore. About two hours away, I would drive and we would split the costs of gas and hotel. We work nights at the same shipping company so we decided after work to not sleep but to drive straight there, get a room, and sleep for a couple of hours before going out.

Everything went off without a hitch. We arrived but had a hard time finding a cheap room; by the time we did, I was feeling rather grouchy. So I grumbled a bit and fell on the bed, instantly sleeping. Three hours later she shook me awake.

Ana: Rose! Come on it's time to go. Me: Mmmm. Already ? Ugh! Ana: Yes! We need to go. Me: Where are we going? Ana: To the boardwalk! Get ready! Me: [Mumbling] Okay, okay. I'm coming.

I'm feel like shit; I loaded trucked for twelve hours; I drove for two hours and slept for three hours. I'm dehydrated and hungry, but I moved, grabbing shorts and a tank top out of my bag. I dressed in the bathroom, splashed water on my face, then headed out. She was waiting on me, jeans and a tank top, her red curls a mass running down her back. She talked endlessly as usual, which was fine with me.

Ana: I hope you brought something to change into for tonight? Me: I did. Wanna see? Ana: Yeah!

Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a little black dress.

Me: Will this do? Ana: Oohh! Totally hot, Rose. Me: Good. Now I need food and water. Ana: On the boardwalk!

We spent the next couple hours wandering around in the shops and baking ourselves in the sun -- laughing, talking, and having a good time. We were having such a fine time that I didn't realize how much sun I had gotten until we returned to our room and the cool air on my hot skin had me shivering. I was hoping for a little rest before heading back out.

Me: [Plopping down on the bed] I could take a nap! Ana: I'm hopping a shower -- then we go.
Me: Why are we going so soon? Ana: We don't want to miss cocktail hour. At the casinos? Me: Oh, but I'm not old enough. No one is going to serve me. Ana: [Waving my concerns away] I’ll show you what to do.

With a flip of her long red curls, she flounced off into the shower.
There was no use arguing with her so I stripped, slid my dress on, added a touch of makeup, slipped on my sandals, then sat down to wait. She soon appeared, her red curls shiny wet, a dark purple hippy-style shirt scooped down in the front revealing the soft tops of her small, perky tits. It flared out to drape her hips. Jeans on the bottom, as usual. As she put on her bracelets, she glanced over.

Ana: Oh my God, Rose, you look totally hot! Me: I do? Ana: You do! But lose the underwear; I can see panty lines. Me: Really? I'm not sure I want to wander around without my panties. Can you really tell? Ana: Oh, definitely! They gotta go. Me: But the dress is so short, if I bend over...

Ana walked over to her bag, pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and handed it to me.

Ana: Bottoms up, baby! A little shot of courage. And lose the panties. While you’re at it, lose the bra, too. Me: [Gagging mid-swallow] What! I'm not going without my bra!

So let me explain: I'm 5'3”, 140 pounds, and wear a size 36 G bra. Ana wears a 36 A. If she goes without a bra, no one can tell. If I go without a bra – well, it's hard to not see them jiggling all over the place.

Ana: [Seeing I'm about to dig in my heals, she switches her approach] Rose, really, no one will notice.

She pushed me over to the mirror.

Ana: Look, it totally ruins the look of the dress with your bra on.

I look but don't see anything wrong with how I look. The dress clings to my body like a second skin. I notice the black material looks good next to my tanned skin, my brown hair kissing my shoulders. With every turn of my head, even in the dim hotel light, I could see the natural copper highlights. I thought it was one of my best features. As I looked at my reflection, large dark eyes stared back, a straight strong nose, bow-shaped lips , strong expressive chin, slender neck -- all in all, not too bad. While she fussed with my shoulder straps, going on about how my bra straps would show, I considered that I'm really not the one who knows about these things (Ana was always fixing my clothes, fussing over makeup and such. I, on the other hand, didn't really care too much as long as what I was wearing was comfortable).

Ana: Lose the bra. You'll look totally smokin’, plus you can distract security with them. Me: [Realizing she meant distract security with my big tits] If you’re sure.

I reluctantly wiggled out of my panties and bra and stuffed them back into my bag. Ana: [Hands me the whiskey] Have another shot of courage!

I take it and drink a bit more courage than I should. I didn't notice that Ana, who is usually the first to have her lips on the whiskey, hadn't drunk anything. The burn felt good and I did feel more confident. Ana, satisfied with herself, smiled and hurried us into the car before I could change my mind. She drove because she knew where to go and I didn’t. It only took a few minutes to get there.

Ana: [Just before we got to the door] When we get inside, go straight to the security guy and ask where the bathroom is. Then, go use it. When you come out, I’ll be waiting for you. Me: What if he’s a girl? Ana: It doesn't matter; just do what I said.

We opened the doors and the cool air struck my skin, causing me to shiver. I squared my shoulders, looked around, and walked right up to the first security guy that I saw.

Me: [Smiling, making eye contact] Excuse me? SG: Yes? Me: Would you be so kind as to show me the way to the restroom? SG: [Smiling and pointing] Right that way. Me: Thank you!

As I turned, I saw the sign right behind me. I'm thinking, oh my God, dude must think I'm stupid or blind. I felt my face heat with embarrassment.

Off to the bathroom I went, inside heaving a sigh of relief. Now, it occurred to me that I was supposed to be using the bathroom, but I don't have to pee (that's the good thing about whiskey -- drink all you want, no extra peeing. Unlike beer). So, I stood there trying to decide how long I needed to stand there so it looked like I actually needed to use the bathroom.

As I was contemplating this, the door swung open and Ana walked in.

Ana: Ready? Me: Sure.

We moved out. Granted, I'm not sure where we are going or what the plan is. We walked around for a while, Ana talking the whole time about how much fun this is and ordering drinks from the waitress. I was gradually becoming aware of the eyes that followed us as we walked by. My shot of courage was making it hard to focus. I slowed to a stop; looking around, people where staring – well, guys mostly but some women, too. I hurried to catch up with Ana.

Me: Are we almost done? Ana: Why? Are you bored? Me: People are staring at me. Do I have a booger? Ana: [Laughing] No! You’re hot! See? Didn't I tell you? Me: Yeah, you did. But I need some air -- how about I wait for you outside? Ana: Okay. I'll be right out.

I was so relieved to push through the doors into the warm night air. In the darkness outside, I could escape all those eyes staring at me and, too, I was so bored with just walking around the tables full of people playing games I didn't care about. It wasn't long before she appeared.

Ana: Okay, let's find some food!

I smiled. Ah, food sounded so good. We walked down the boardwalk looking for something yummy. A pizza place was just the thing. We ordered two slices and sat down.

Ana: Are you having a good time? Me: Yup. Just smell that warm salt air! Ana: [Smiling] There is nothing like the boardwalk. Me: It's nice, but really doesn't compare to the beaches in Florida. (Honestly, the boardwalk seemed kind of chintzy to me, but saying so would have annoyed her.) Ana: I've never been there. Are you ready to go? Me: Sure. I'm done. Ana: I want to stop and get some beer. Me: What do we need beer for? Ana: Never mind.

She jumped up and headed out. I followed her into a beer place. It was really crowded. We were only in the long line for a few minutes.

Ana: I’ll be right back.

Before I could protest (as I'm only eighteen and can't buy beer), she disappeared into the crowd. A moment later, I spotted her outside talking to two men. They were far enough away that I could barely make out their forms. I nervously willed her to come back soon; it was almost our turn. I was starting to sweat when she showed up, ordered what she wanted, then paid. We pushed back through the crowd to the exit.

Ana: So, I met these two guys and they want to party with us. Me: What do you mean, party with us?
Ana: They want to come back to our room and hang out for a while. Me: What? You don't know them? Ana: No, I just met them. Me: We are not bringing them to our room! You don't know who they are! Ana: Simmer down, Rose. They work at the same company we do -- just in a different state. Me: And this makes them trustworthy how?

I stopped walking.

Me: They are not coming back with us! Ana: Rose! Stop being a bitch! The guys are really cool. It will be fun. Come on; you'll feel better once you meet them. Me: I’ll meet them but I'm not bringing them with us. (I must confess that even for being eighteen I'm pushing my bodily limit for not sleeping/spending the day in the hot sun/downing shots of courage. Just a look at my state of mind -- add to that my distaste for having Ana mad at me.)

Ana: Just give it a chance. Now, let me go talk to them first, okay? Stay here.

She walked off, leaving me standing under a light. Just a little ways down the boardwalk, she stopped in the shadows and the two guys appeared. I thought it was strange that she gave them the beer she had bought. She turned and pointed to me. Both guys looked straight at me. Then, some more gesturing before she finally waved me over. If I had been thinking clearly, I would have found the whole thing very odd -- very odd indeed.

Ana: Rose, meet Dave and Jerry.

I smiled and said “hi”. I also realized they had lovely dark skin.

Ana: I need to talk to Jerry; we’ll be right back.

I was left standing with Dave. He was cute enough -- big brown eyes, a square jaw line, about a head taller than me, with broad shoulders narrowing into a slim waist. He smiled, his teeth flashing white against his black skin. We didn't say much in the fifteen minutes that Ana was off with Jerry (I'm not a very chatty person, especially with someone I don't know). He seemed happy just having me nod and smile at whatever he was saying.

When Ana returned, she said, “It's all worked out; let’s go!”

Now, don't ask me why in the space of fifteen minutes I no longer cared about them coming along. Maybe it was that he kept his distance while talking. Maybe I wasn't getting any vibes that shouted, “I want to rape and kill you". Or, maybe he just had a charming smile and I found him to be sexy. Either way, off we went.
The guys had to duck as we drove past the check-in office, as we had agreed with the owner that only two people would be in the room. I kept watch once we parked; when the lady turned away from the window, I gave the signal and everyone rushed inside. I grabbed a smoke before heading in.

I slipped inside. Ana and Jerry where sitting at the little hotel table, taking up the only two chairs in the room. Dave was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking a bit lost.

Uncertain what to do, I sat on the other side of the bed. Ana and Jerry were deep in conversation. Spread out on the table between them was a bunch of little bags; I could only guess they contained weed, which surprised me because on the way down Ana had said she was bummed about being out. I watched as she rolled a joint and lit it.

Ana: Now that's good shit! Rose, try some.

I scooted across the bed and took a puff. Now, I must confess that while I do smoke tobacco, I've only smoked weed when she offers me a hit. Other than that, I have no idea what's “good shit” or “bad shit”. But I nodded my head and agreed that it was indeed “the good shit”. I took another hit and handed it back. I decided that if Ana was mostly going to ignore me then I would talk to Dave. I rummaged around and came up with the whiskey, took a swallow, and offered some to Dave.

Dave: No, I don't drink that stuff. Me: But you’re drinking beer?

Both Dave and Jerry were holding beers.

Dave: Yeah, a few beers are cool. Me: [Feeling that courage] I never drink beer -- only whiskey. I find beer makes me feel like I have to pee after just one or two. Know what I mean? Whiskey, on the other hand, I can drink till I'm happy! Plus, no peeing! Plus, you have to drink three times as much beer to get the same feeling. Whiskey is so much more efficient! Dave: [Laughing] Is that so? Me: [Smiling] Yes, it's so.

I was warming up to Dave; we talked for a while, then decided to watch some MTV. Just as he turned it on, Ana said, “Rose! I need to borrow your car.”

Me: Why?
Ana: Jerry and I want to go down to the beach for a while to talk. I promise to be careful with your car and we won't be long, okay? Me: [More than a little trashed] Okay. But be careful; that's our only way home.

She grabbed my keys and headed out. I was feeling nervous -- I don't let anyone use my car. It's the most valuable thing I own.
I was zoned-out staring at the television, wondering if I should have let her take my car.

I leaned back on my hands, stretched out across the bed with my legs crossed at the ankles. I failed to notice that my already short dress was riding-up. I had some awareness that Dave was no longer watching MTV but was instead perched at the edge of the bed by my feet, staring at me intently.

A single finger ran down the bottom of my foot, causing me to jump. I looked at Dave. He was smiling, looking rather pleased with himself for snaring my attention.

Dave: [Clearing his throat] I said, may I see your creamy white thighs?

His voice rumbled over my senses; my eyes stared into his.

Me: Umm… Dave: I bet they’re stunning.

Smiling, he leaned toward me. My legs spread a little, almost of their own accord. His eyes dropped from mine at the slight movement.

Dave: So perfect -- may I touch them?

I didn't know what to say; men always wanted to touch and see my large breasts, but no one had ever asked to touch my thighs. When he looked up, I nodded hesitantly, uncertain where this was leading. Dave's fingertips stroked upwards from my knees to the edge of my dress. My breath caught in my chest, tingles racing up beyond where his fingers had stopped.

Dave: [Nudging my leg] Think I can see more?

Sucked in by his charming smile, drowning in his dark eyes, my legs spread a little bit more, allowing his eyes to wander up to my soft mat of hair.

Dave: Mmm. So beautiful.

He leaned back, stripping his shirt off. He then slid up onto the bed between my legs, his hands stroking my inner thighs. Tingles and shivers raced from his hands to my pussy, lighting a wildfire inside of me. He leaned closer, his warm breath bathing my skin. His soft lips touched my thigh. I heard a throaty moan drift from between my lips. The warmth of his dark skin inching its way up my body caused something inside me to snap. Like waking from a dream to find it actually happening, I stared at the man between my legs. My girls’ weekend away was not turning out as I thought it would.

More warm kisses and my thoughts drifted away. As he worked his way up my legs, he pushed them farther and farther apart.

Dave: My God, girl! You smell so good.

I was wet. Okay, not just wet – soaked. My hips wiggled as if they had a mind of their own and when he stopped, I started whimpering.

Dave: Don't worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. Me: Please!

The fact is at eighteen years old no man had ever gotten me off. It was something I did alone after sex. I just assumed men just didn't do it or didn’t care about me getting off. I closed my eyes, slightly embarrassed by the pleading tone of my "please!"

I could feel him climb onto the bed behind me. His strong arms wrapped around me just under my breasts. I sank back into his hard chest, the soft, curly black hair tickling my back. His hands cupped my breasts, his fingers brushing the silky material of my dress over them. Fire shot from my nipples down between my legs causing my pussy lips to swell. My head fell back onto his shoulder; a soft moan slipped from deep inside me.

Dave: [His husky voice in my ear] May I see these?

Without waiting for my answer, his fingers slipped under my shoulder straps, tugging them down. I felt him brush my hair to one side; then his warm, wet lips were kissing my neck. His fingers butterflied across my collarbones, then slid under the front of my dress. Like a faraway sound, my own moans reached me. I was so turned on. My whole body was hypersensitive; my hips could not be still; my breasts trusting upward wanted loose from the confines of my dress; my back arched as his hands reached the underside of my boobs cupping them; his wrists caught the edge of my dress, forcing it down over my breasts.

“God,” he gasped, as they popped into view. They spilled over his hands and he rolled my nipples between his fingers, shooting fire through my body.

“Please,” I whimpered.

Dave: Mmm. I'm getting there, baby. Your pretty pink nipples are begging to be sucked. Can you suck on them for me?

He lifted one nipple toward my mouth. I suckled my hard nipple into my mouth, whimpering, my pussy gushing.

Dave: That's it, baby; make it feel real good.

Impatient, I let go of my nipple and pulled my arms out of my straps. I settled back into his arms, taking up where we left off. One of his hands gripped a breast, his fingers twiddling my nipple, while his other hand wandered down over my tummy. I took the other one and popped it back into my mouth, sucking greedily. I needed to cum -- and soon. His fingers stopped just above my wet, swollen lips, teasing me, inching closer but never quite getting there. I wiggled my hips, trying to close the distance between my clit and Dave's fingers.

Dave: [chuckling sexily]You're all sexy writhing around.

His finger dipped between my lips sampling my wetness, then disappeared into his mouth.

Dave: Oh my God, you taste delicious. I'm so hard right now. Me: I can feel you. Please touch me!

I could feel him pressed into my back. I wiggled against him, feeling his cock twitching. His hand was back at my pussy lips, stroking away. I could hear myself moan -- “Please!” My hips thrust up forcing his finger to slip inside me. His breathing was ragged in my ear.

Dave: You are so slippery wet and the heat… I can't wait to be buried inside you.

Finally, he touched my swollen clit, circling the top gently with his finger. Fire shot through my veins, connecting my whole body in a flash fire so intense it wiped everything from my mind but the heat coursing through me. I gasped. On fire, his finger stroked me as he whispered in my ear, “That's it baby, cum for me.”

My back arching, I reached toward my orgasm, pressing my hips upward into his finger. I needed to explode and release that fire before it left me as ashes.

Dave stroked; I moaned, my hands grasping his legs on either side of my body. My hips, moving in rhythm with his fingers, brought me over the edge; I jerked, screaming, “Fuck,yes!” As wave after wave washed over me, my pussy gasped around his now-buried fingers.

Dave: [Moaning] That’s it, baby. Cum hard for me. You’re so sexy cumming.

My body, washed clean of the fire by my crashing orgasm, wanted more. I wiggled away from his arms, my still-shaking legs supporting me as I climbed to my hands and knees. Dave scooted off the bed. I could hear him unzip and drop his pants. My head turned to see his hard cock standing straight out from his hips.

Me: Oh! Please… Dave: You want this?

He stroked his cock; I nodded, whimpering some more.

Dave: Do you have protection? Me: [Moaning, my hips wiggling back at him] What? Dave: Do you have a condom? On the pill? Me: [Trying to pay attention to what he was saying and feeling a bit grouchy that a seven inch, hard, fat cock was bouncing not a foot from my empty achy pussy] No. Why would I have a condom? I wasn't planning to have sex! Just fuck me! Dave: Does your friend have one? Me: How would I know that? Plus, she's not here. Look -- I'm not fertile right now. Dave: Are you sure? What about if you just blow me? I had a buddy that knocked up this girl and he got so screwed up. I just don't want that to happen to me.

Now, I'm thinking to myself, what the fuck? I don't even know his last name. If I get knocked up, it would be my problem as I would have no way of tracking him down. My pussy is aching; I want fucked, but Dave is too freaked out to do it. He did get me off, so, sure I’ll blow him.

Me: Okay...

I turned around, leaning off the side of the bed.

Me: Bring that beautiful cock here…

I wrapped my hand around it and tried to suck him down my throat. Really, I tried my best. The problem was my mouth was dry. I couldn’t get that fat head much past my lips. Dave groaned watching my lips descend on his jumping cock, then growled in frustration as he realized my mouth was dry.

Me: I'm all dried out; I can't get it in any farther. Dave: [Anxious] Get some water. Me: I don't have any water bottles! Dave: [Looking as desperate as I felt] What about in the bathroom? Do you have toothpaste? Me: [Thoroughly confused] Toothpaste? What do we need toothpaste for? Dave: Lube? Me: [Still stroking his cock with my hand] That won't work. Toothpaste dries things out. Besides, I only have a little tube. Dave: Fuck… Me: C’mon. I have a wet hole you can use.

Letting go of his cock, I turned back around, wriggling my hips -- “I promise I'm clean and won't get pregnant.”

When I turned, he growled and I could feel him rubbing the fat head of his cock between my wet lips. He held it there as I pushed my ass back at him. I could feel his hesitation. Looking back over my shoulder, I said, “Please, I need your big, fat cock inside me. Please!”

Dave: And you’re sure? Me: [Annoyed, horny] Fuck, yes, I'm sure. I'm warm and soaking wet; I ache inside because I'm empty. I need you to fill me up.

Still, he hesitated, just the tip of his dick poking between my pussy lips.

Me: Fine! I guess I'll just see if your buddy will help me out when he gets back.

…and with that I started to move toward the other side of the bed. I watched him as I moved away. Suddenly, he made an animalistic noise deep in his chest and lunged at me. He was like a cat lunging at a mouse and I was that mouse. Adrenalin shot through my blood; I squirmed, trying to escape his firm grasp of my hips (I honestly don't know why I panicked and tried to get away. After all, I wanted what he had to give, but there was something in the noise he made – wild, untamed, exciting...)

He held me by the hips and with one hard thrust buried his fat cock inside my aching pussy.

Me: Oh my fucking God, yes! You feel so big. Fuck me! Dave: [Panting, mumbling] So tight… How are you so fucking tight?

I thrust back into him. I loved the feeling of being stretched and full of hot, silky cock. He pounded into me – rough, powerful, satisfying. It didn't last long; I'm used to this. The first time with a man never lasts more than a few strokes. As he hit bottom for the third time, I felt him pulsing. He groaned, “I'm cumming!” He was deep, shooting his warm cum right against my cervix.

Me: [Wiggling my hips back into him] Mmmmm… Dave: [His weight resting on my back] What the fuck was that? How the hell did you get so tight? You just sucked it right out of me. Me: I don't know. Mmmm-hmmm. It’s always that way.

Dave rolled off of me and I flopped down beside him. I heard my car pulling up outside.

Me: Thanks, dude. I feel much better. Dave: My pleasure -- but I have no idea what just happened. Me: [Smiling] You fucked me.

He smiled. “That I did. I’m still hard. Want to go some more?”

Then, we heard a knock on the door, followed by Ana's voice asking if we were decent. This sent him scrambling for his pants and shirt. I was a bit slower (I just wanted to sleep), but I managed to get decent and sitting up before the door opened.

Ana: Hey, guys. Did you have fun? Me: Yep. How ‘bout you? Ana: We just went down to the beach and talked.

As she talked, she was stuffing things into bags.

Ana: We need to get you guys back to your car so we can head home. Me: Sounds good.

I slipped into the bathroom and changed into shorts and a tank top, splashed some cold water on my face, and finished collecting my stuff. Five minutes later, we were off to drop the guys and head home. Ana drove. She glanced in the mirror at Dave. “Did she take care of you?”

Dave: Yes, she did.

I thought this was strange, but kept quiet until the guys said goodbye. Ana and I switched spots and headed home. It was pretty quiet. I know I was beyond exhausted, having only slept two hours in the past few days. I felt like I could sleep for a week -- but first, I had to get home. I suppose my foot was a little heavy on the gas pedal.

Ana: Rose! Me: What? Ana: Slow down! You’re doing one hundred and five! Me: So? I want to get home. Ana: You’re going to get pulled over.

Something in her voice just annoyed me...

Me: I will not! Besides, if I do it's my problem.

Feeling cranky now because I knew she was right, I slowed to eighty.

Me: Why did you ask Dave if I took care of him? Ana: Cause it was part of the deal. Me: [Slowly my tired mind put it together] Deal? Ana: Yes, deal. That's how I got the weed.

She sounded so matter of fact. I was pissed.

Me: You traded me for weed? Ana: [Hearing the anger in my voice] Don't be a bitch. It turned out fine. Did you have fun? Me: What does that have to do with anything? Ana: It turned out fine, that's what -- and you had fun. Me: You had no right to do that.

The rest of the ride was silent. I couldn’t believe that my best friend had traded my body for a bag of weed and not even bothered to tell me.

You would think after that I would never talk to her again -- or at least demand my fair share of the weed. But life and real emotions don't work that way. Don't get me wrong, I was plenty mad. I couldn't say at the time why I continued on with her.

Now, looking back, I know I loved her and would do damn near anything to see her smile at me.