The next Monday, usually my day off, would be July 4th. My manager told me I needed to work that day; it would be super busy, and she needed all hands on deck. But, in return, I was granted my first free-ish weekend of the summer. After I finished work on Thursday, I didn't need to go back till Sunday. I knew I needed to take advantage of the opportunity.
Staying around the house that weekend was a waste. For one thing, my parents would be there for most of it, which meant that Krissy and I couldn't participate in our usual activities. My folks were vaguely aware that I was seeing someone, though I don't think they'd figured out it was the goy next door. Regardless, I couldn't imagine they'd be too enthusiastic about me schtupping away in my bedroom while they were downstairs watching reruns of 60 Minutes.
Doing something local wasn't much of an option, either, as the pool and (to a lesser extent) the carnival had proven. Krissy and I needed to go someplace where we could truly
enjoy
each other, if you get my meaning. And I had the perfect place: the Jersey Shore.
"I don't know Jacob," Krissy said when I told her my plan, "That's a long drive and I need to be home on Sunday in time for church."
It was a Tuesday afternoon and the two of us were both laying on my bedroom floor, half naked and fully satiated from another epic session of stroking and sucking. The only difference between us and a double-murder scene, was we were covered in each other's cum rather than blood.
"I'll be sure we're back in time," I said, "No problem."
"What do I tell my parents?" Krissy asked. For a moment, I flashed back to our big fight. But I'd learned my lesson about ultimatums. Sure I'd 'won' the last time. But it didn't feel like a victory at the time, and I didn't feel great about my chances to repeat.
"Say you're going to the beach with your camp friend," I said, "The redheaded girl we met at the carnival."
"Abby?" Krissy said, "I guess I could go down the shore with Abby."
"She's not actually invited, you know," I said. Krissy rolled her eyes at me.
Now came the tough part. I knew Krissy wasn't going to like this, but I had to try. The opportunity was too good to let go of. I tried to ease her in slow.
"Sssoooo, I was thinking we would leave Friday morning," I said, "Spend the day down the shore, then drive back up Saturday morning."
"You mean like, stay overnight?" Krissy asked, jumping to the conclusion far too quickly "Like at a hotel?"
I could see the wheels were churning and I knew it wasn't good. I'd gone too far for sure. I started backpedaling as hard as I could.
"It was just an idea," I said, "A chance to spend time together the two of us. In private. Without worrying about parents or whatever. If you wanted to."
Krissy stared at me for a moment, like trying to dissect me with her eyes. But then her face formed a curious smile.
"That sounds like fun," Krissy said.
*
We met up at the crack of dawn, at the parking lot in front of the Blockbuster. Krissy tossed her bag in my trunk (a pink backpack with a rainbow unicorn on it), and we hit the road. At first, it was easy driving. Both of us were too tired to talk, so we listened to the radio and stared as the sun slowly climbed above the horizon.
But once we got on the Parkway, we hit the inevitable Jersey Shore traffic and stopped dead. We crawled forward, as the air conditioning in my poor Saturn strained to keep us comfortable. Even the music seemed to drag along.
With nothing else to do, I glanced over at my girlfriend. I was used to the usual Krissy uniform of jeans and a sweater. But, for the first time since I'd known her, the blonde woman was wearing a different outfit. She had on a kind of dress. It was black and somewhat sheer, with a zip that ran right up the center and a hem that stopped above Krissy's knees.
"It's a cover-up," Krissy said, noticing my gaze. "I have my suit on under it, so I don't have to change at the shore."
I nodded, smiling. Now that I knew to look I could see the straps of her bathing suit, an appropriately aqua one, underneath her outfit. Krissy had her hair back in a matching green headband. Because we'd be swimming, she was wearing her glasses instead of contacts. She looked like the world's sexiest nerd.
Looking at Krissy -- the thought of where we were headed, of our plans -- had me boiling with, um, let's call it anticipation. And we were sitting in traffic with nothing much to do but inch forward. And so, it occurred to me that I had a golden opportunity.
Cautiously, I snuck my fingers past the emergency brake lever and over to Krissy's side of the car. She was staring out the window, lost in her own thoughts. I played my digits over her bare arms, tickling at her sexy, blonde fur. Krissy glared at me, then looked away.
I moved my hand further. Down to her bare leg. Slowly so as not to startle. And when I sensed the moment was right, I dipped under her skirt.
"Jacob!" Krissy said. She gave me a shocked look.
I hadn't done that much, just sort of stroked at her center over the fabric of her bathing suit. Krissy shifted, trying to keep herself safe.
"Focus on the road," Krissy said.
"I am," I said. I went back to running my finger up and down her nylon-covered slit.
Krissy gave me that standard pleading look. The one that begged me to stop, while also encouraging me to keep going. It was her base plausible deniability expression: the one she liked to use when she didn't feel like she could say yes, but had no intention of saying no.
I pulled the gusset of Krissy's bottoms over and started to rub her bare, hairy pussy. Krissy gasped. Again, she tried to escape my fingers. But I had her pinned.
"Please don't," Krissy said, "Seriously."
"Why not?"
"It's embarrassing," Krissy said. She looked pointedly out the window. "We're in public."
"No one can see," I said. A lie, but still.
