It was August, a hot summer day. I would be leaving for college the next week, but fortunately on this Tuesday, both Jenny and I had the day off work. She made plans for us to spend the entire day together, but kept the details to herself. She only told me to bring swim trunks and sunglasses and that she would pick me up at 8:30 AM.
What was left unspoken was that this was likely the last day that we would be spending together before I moved away. We both knew that our relationship, based almost entirely on physical connection and lust, wouldn't be able to withstand the long distance. And I knew that, with her libido, it would be near impossible to expect her to not hook up with other men in my absence. I know that she enjoyed women, and I would never ask her to give that up, but women alone wouldn't satisfy her for long.
I also, frankly, wasn't excited at the prospect of handcuffing myself when I went away to school. Especially for a woman who, we both agreed, wasn't the long-term, marrying type. Jenny and I had been together for 9 months, and they were incredible, but we both saw the expiration date approaching. And speaking for myself, I hoped only to enjoy her company until that date arrived.
Showing incredible punctuality for a change, Jenny arrived right at 8:30 to pick me up. I was dressed in a tshirt and shorts, a hat and sunglasses, and sandals. I carried my backpack with swim trunks and a towel, knowing only that, whatever she had planned, I would be getting wet. She was wearing a cutoff tshirt over a bikini top and cutoff shorts, along with her sunglasses. In the back seat I saw a beach bag, blanket and cooler. Using my critical thinking skills, I determined that a beach was our destination.
We kissed when I got in the car and my hand lingered on her thigh as she started to drive away. "Did you have breakfast yet?" she asked, her maternal instincts sneaking through. "We have a 2 hour drive to our destination."
"I did, but we can stop if you need to. No beaches closer than 2 hours away?"
She giggled and gave me that huge smile that told me something was up. "This is a special beach. Some of my friends told me about it. It's the kind of beach where swimsuits are optional..."
"Oh.... Ohhhh...." My had slid further up her thigh. "So we're gonna be... in public... at the beach... with others..."
"Surprise! We had so much fun on the 4th that I thought this might be really fun too."
She was referring to our adventure on the 4th of July, six weeks earlier. We were running to meet a group of her college friends at the fireworks show in downtown Minneapolis. They were gathered under a bridge on the Mississippi, right under where the fireworks were being launched. Of course, there was a heavy rain that hampered our journey, so when we arrived we were both completely soaked. Without hesitation, after arriving, we both took off our shirts and laid them out on the concrete to dry. Jenny wasn't wearing a bra, and using the logic of in-for-a-penny-in-for-a-pound, she also stripped off her wet shorts and panties. Soon she was on her knees, pulling my shorts off and taking me in her mouth while a dozen of her friends and acquaintances watched on. Even though she didn't finish me off, there was much cheering and applause after we ended the performance.
"So it's not just a nude beach, it's like, what, an outdoor sex club?"
"God I hope so! I'm actually not sure what they allow or don't allow. My friend Amy went there and mentioned only that it was fully nude and that she did see people fooling around on the beach, and a lot more sex noises coming from the campground next to the beach. I'm not gonna lie," she said, taking on a more serious tone and looking toward me, "the thought of fucking and sucking you while a bunch of strangers watch, well... I'm already getting tingly..."
I leaned over and kissed her cheek while we cruised down the highway. "I think I'm gonna like this surprise." We drove on for a while enjoying the music and the scenery. The city was replaced with woods and farmland. There was little traffic out of the city on this Tuesday morning.
Eventually I asked "Should we talk about what happens if we, you know, meet others there, and if things are proposed?"
"So you're reading minds now, huh?"
"I just know you... well, know us..."
"I think the normal rules apply -- we're both encouraged to play with other women without question. Preferably together, but, maybe..."
"And if it's another couple, me with her and you with him...?"
"We haven't really done that. Would you be ok with that? I mean, that's always where we drew that line, me with another man..."
I thought about what the near future would hold, us being hundreds of miles apart and her needing to be satisfied. I guess now was the time to have that conversation. "I think we both know that things are going to be changing when I move next week." Her free hand clutched my thigh. "I think that, perhaps, we should consider our relationship non-exclusive... it just might be easier..."
"Yeah, I came to the same conclusion. I've been training you to please women, and you've learned so much and gotten so good at it. It wouldn't be right to keep you tied up when I wasn't there to take care of you."
"Same... I know about your appetites, and I know that you'll be constantly tempted... So how about we just say that we'll reconnect when I'm back in town at Thanksgiving, and Winter break, and until then we'll just both do what we want to do."
"Agreed... and right now what I really want to do is suck your dick. Can I pull over?"
"Ha... no, we should wait until the beach."
We drove on, touching each other and both relieved that the difficult conversation was over.