We got out of the shower and dressed. This time, Krissy didn't bother with privacy, she bounced around our hotel room completely naked like it was nothing. Seeing her so casually nude was almost as arousing as exploring every inch of her in the shower had been.
I put on a pair of jeans and a black, NIN t-shirt. Very nineties. I guess Krissy was feeling more formal, however, because she put on a long dress -- the first I'd ever seen her in. It was royal blue with silver stitching down the chest and sleeves. It looked like the kind of thing she could have worn to a Renaissance Faire, not that Krissy would have ever allowed herself to be seen anywhere near such a place.
After we were dressed, we walked the few blocks back down to the boardwalk. The sun hung low above the horizon. The wind whipped at Krissy's dress, and it flowed behind her like a sail. Krissy looked like a princess. A magical being. Something about the orange light; she even seemed to glow.
We walked around the boardwalk enjoying the gradually cooling, salty, sea air. Past blaring carnival games festooned with massive stuffies. An arcade, flashing bright lights behind glass doors. T-shirt shops hawking t-shirts with sayings like 'Don't Fuck with Jerzy." Even a tiny waterpark, kids laughing and scrambling up and down the slides.
There was something oddly about the cacophony. Echoey. Like we were visitors from another dimension, only halfway connected to the reality around us. People were out on their own adventures. Krissy and I stayed in our bubble.
When we got hungry, I bought us a a cheesesteak with fresh cut fries. We found a stone bench over by the edge of the boardwalk where we could see the sand. As the day cooled, the beach began to empty out. We shared our meal, listening to the roar and crash of the waves. Seagulls catcalling us in the distance.
"What do you think will happen when the summer's over?" Krissy asked, letting out a sigh
"I don't want to talk about that," I said, meaning it.
"No, I mean like, you'll go back to school, right? What will you do?"
"I don't know. Go to class. Hang out with friends. The usual stuff."
Krissy gave me a knowing look. She'd developed a sense for when I was avoiding the subject.
"I guess I've been hoping that's a problem for future me to solve," I said, "It's not the kind of think I can answer right now. So, I guess I'll just have to hope something shows up.
Krissy's mouth quirked, and I could tell there was a judgment coming.
"And you're so sure of your future?" I asked, feeling defensive.
"I told you," Krissy said, "I'm going to be a teacher."
I blew the air out of my mouth before I could stop my reaction.
"What?"
"You're smart Krissy," I said.
"Teachers can be smart."
"And you hate kids."
"I don't
hate
them," Krissy said, but she caught the look in my eye, and she blushed. "They're OK sometimes. I need a job I can do so I can be there for my husband. I can't go out and have a career. Someone has to take care of the family."
"That's your mom talking," I said, pointing a drooping fry at Krissy.
She scowled at me.
"Look, Krissy, you're intelligent. And you work hard. You can have anything you want. Should have anything you want. Truly."
"That
is
what I want," Krissy said.
"I'm just saying that it's OK to want more," I said.
"I could say the same thing to you," Krissy said, pointing another fry my way. Mirroring me.
We finished eating, then she took my hand and led me away from the bench. Back up the boardwalk. It was getting dark by now, and the nearby popcorn lights gave everything a mystical glow. Krissy pulled me close, putting a little hop in her step.
*
We got Kohr's creamsicles and walked up and down the boardwalk some more. We'd spent the day acting at being about more than just fooling around. But it was clear that our fuse had burned down.
As soon as we got back to our hotel room, as the door clicked behind us, our true selves slipped back out. There was no pretense. No pretend. We both had a plan and a destination. And we both got straight to the point.
Piece by piece, we pulled each other apart. Krissy kicked off her white Keds and pink, pom-pom socks. I reached up and pulled off her headband. She tossed her hair free. I took off her glasses. Krissy' blue eyes flashed at me.
I turned her around and zipped down her dress. Krissy shrugged it off her shoulders and let it pool on the floor. She was wearing a black, sheer bra and panties. It might have been the sexiest thing I'd seen her in, and for a moment I wondered if maybe she'd snuck back to Victoria's Secret when I wasn't around.
Krissy lifted my t-shirt off, then unbuckled my jeans. She shoved them down my thighs, leaving me only in my navy-blue boxers. Both of us were down to our underwear, panting like we'd run back to the bedroom.
Krissy gulped. She reached back to undo her own bra. Her fantastic, full breasts spilled out. Her little pink nipples were sharp as I'd seen them. She pushed down her panties, now completely naked. I did the same with my boxers. My cock jumped out.
Finally, fully undressed, we embraced. The soft warmth of Krissy's body surrounded me. The fleshy swells of her chest and the slight scratch of her pubic hair. Arms, grasping. Breath hot on my cheek.
Krissy kissed me, gradually shifting us to the bed. I let her drag me there, unwilling to break our connection. Krissy rolled me onto my back. Working from the foot of the mattress, she slowly kissed her way up my legs. She grabbed hold of my cock, possessive. It looked so red and angry in her hands. Like she was taming a monster.
"You have a big one," Krissy said, eyeing my dick as she waved it slightly back and forth.
"I have what?" I sat up, surprised.
"Your thing," Krissy reiterated, "He's big."
"Where is this coming from?" I asked.
"I told some of the other girls at camp about him," Krissy said, "About us. You know. They said you have a large, um, penis."
"What are you doing at this camp?!" I nearly popped right off the bed.
Krissy shook her head at me, like I was the one being ridiculous. As if this was obvious behavior that I should have suspected rather than a surprising turn of events. They talked about cocks at Catholic camp? I'd have been less surprised if she told me they performed live human sacrifices.
