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.
"It's girl stuff," Krissy said, shrugging. "We always talk. Don't boys?"
"Not like that," I said, "I don't tell my friends about your awesome breasts or your fantastic pussy."
Krissy flushed when I described her, especially with such frank words. But she continued to casually dandle my cock in her hands.
"I mean, I'm not that specific," Krissy said, "I was just telling them how we do, um, stuff. Like, how I hold it or whatever. And the girls all said that you must have a big one."
"I find it hard to picture Abby talking about dicks," I said.
"No, not Abby," Krissy said, shaking her head. "But some of the other girls. Sometimes, I swear, the only thing they want to talk about is sex."
"I have to meet these coworkers of yours," I said.
Krissy raised an eyebrow in response, then turned her attention back to my cock. I thought I was about to get one of her patented, messy blowjobs. But, instead, Krissy gave my dick a couple loving strokes before she started mouthing her way up my stomach and chest. She settled her body on top of mine, and we started kissing. I rolled her over. Felt her thighs spread, instinctive, around me.
I know what you're thinking, that the next step was obvious. We were at a motel down the shore, with no parents or other potential chaperones. We were both completely naked with an entire evening in front of us and nothing but a bed.
I swear, it never occurred to me. I took Krissy's 'no sex' policy very seriously. I knew that she meant it. Despite what you might assume based on my earlier actions, I had no intention of pressuring Krissy into penetrative sex. It was the line she drew, and I respected that. As proof, despite the fact that I was on a weekend beach trip with my horny girlfriend, I hadn't packed a single condom. It would have been like bringing a unicorn saddle -- I knew I would never need it.
What did I think was going to happen? I imagined that Krissy and I were going to go through our usual motions. I'd rub her pussy till she screamed, then she'd suck me off. My big plan, the thing I intended to push for that night? I was hoping that, if I got Krissy off enough, I might be able to convince her to sixty-nine. Seriously. That was my deepest hope. I was fantasizing about licking my girlfriend's snatch while she sucked my dick. I was fantasizing about cumming in her mouth while she dripped into mine.
Krissy, apparently, had other ideas.
The aloof blonde leaned forward and whispered in my ear, her tongue tickling in a way that sent sparks straight down to my dick.
"Do you remember that time when we were up in my bedroom?" Krissy asked.
I don't know why she was being so quiet. I don't think she was worried about being heard. Maybe it was old habit, we were so used to sneaking around. Or maybe, what Krissy was about to say felt so lewd to her, so exposed, that she couldn't bear to say the words at a normal volume.
"We were on my bed," Krissy continued, "We had our, um, pants off?"
"Yeah?"
"And you, well. You rubbed? Like, on me?"
I thought back to what Krissy was describing. We'd ground into each other on her bed, till I squirted in my boxers. At the time, it had seemed like such a momentous event. A huge step in our sexual experimentation. Now, the memory was almost quaint. It had been a month ago. It felt like decades.
"Do you think we could do that?" Krissy asked, "But, you know. Like this?"
My innocent girlfriend wanted to dry hump. It's funny that the idea hadn't occurred to me till that moment. I was the one who'd introduced her to it, after all. But I guess after all the other stuff, I kind of forgot about our earlier fumbling.
But it had clearly stuck with Krissy. Her eyes were alight, just remembering it. Her voice held a little tremble. Like even the memories were getting her off.
I nodded my agreement. Without another word, I shifted myself around, making sure my penis was slotted in the right place. When I hit the spot, Krissy gave me a little nod of acknowledgement.
"Be careful," she said. I knew what she meant.
