Every summer a group of friends I've known forever, and I, get a beach house down by the shore for a week. The party is different from year to year.
Everyone decided they would bring someone along on the trip. I didn't invite the girl I was "sort of seeing" (we weren't exclusive). I did, however, invite this fine hottie I met on the train a month ago. We had been chatting it up on the phone every other day or so. Her name was Halle and she was only twenty years old (two years younger than I was). She was a looker and lived up in the Bronx. We communicated by phone and email. Our exchanges were both friendly and flirtatious. These exchanges sometimes became hot and heavy with things like:
"So how's the pussy?"
"Trimmed and delicious. "
"Really? I have to try it some time."
"How's the dick hanging?"
"Thick and eight... "
"Hmmm... sounds filling. "
Halle intrigued me. She kept insisting we hook up on a date but I kept refusing because I was already seeing someone. Finally, I gave in and invited her out to the shore with my friends and I.
I could tell she wanted to fuck me; I too wanted to fuck her. I wanted to sink my dick in her coochie. We all met up at the shore at the big wood frame beach house. Later, when we all went out in the nice summer water, Halle wore a red two piece bikini. There was no question that she had a nice, tight, thick, voluptuous body. I instantly got hard at the site of her.
Later that night, at around ten, my desire for her intensified when she invited me to sleep, with her, in her room. Once in the room, she started kissing me. She said I was really handsome, and I was a guy she really wanted to fuck her tight, wet pussy. I was stunned but managed to return the complement
