The summer season always brought a sense of anticipation.
There was something about the warm months that released inhibitions and heightened the brain's sense of pleasure. Everything seemed possible, relevant, interesting. The fact that summer breathed a new sense of life into everyone who felt the heated rays of the sun's gleam was completely undeniable.
Andrea was certain that she was born for summer time but the convincing was easy when she sat facing the darkened ocean. Her thinking almost came in a hypnotic trance as she watched the waves come closer upon the shore, lapping almost at her feet now. The tide was coming in, as it did this close to midnight.
In the distance, she saw the lights of her hotel and heard a distant ringing of music travel across the sands. The Ocean Sands Resort was a particularly popular party place; fortunately for her, it was the cheapest. Being from the mountains of lonely West Virginia, the summer escape to the beaches of Ocean City was a needed reprieve; however, as a college student, funds were low.
Leaning back, she placed her hands firmly in the shadowed sand for support, feeling the soft texture. Nothing in her mountainous hometown had this gentle of an edge to it. Her shoulder length, highlighted hair fell out of position as she lifted her face toward the night sky. Pinpoints of starlight in the far distance demanded her attention as ocean breeze skipped refreshingly upon the contours of her face. Month after month of stressful course work was worth this summer escapade.
The music in the distance suddenly blared a little louder and she heard a cheer from an obviously intoxicated crowd. Andrea did not party; merely used a hotel with such a reputation for the price difference. All of her trips to the beach since she had started college three years ago were merely for relaxation purposes and nothing else. Trying to tune out the music and concentrate on the sanctity of her situation was becoming quite difficult; another cheer deemed it impossible.
Sighing, Andrea stood, her black bikini top reflecting rays of moonlight. Dusting sand from her form, she began walking towards the party lanterns set up about half a mile down. She admitted begrudgingly to herself that tonight she felt a little curious about what kind of crowd was enjoying themselves at the Sand's beach party. Walking ankle deep in ocean water sent shivers down her spine and brought a soft smile to her lips. That shiver in conjunction with her smile and the glimpse of lights just beyond her reach gave her the courage to conjure thoughts totally uncharacteristic of her personality: she felt compelled to be at that party.
She was unsure as to why she felt this compulsion. Maybe it was the atmosphere. Maybe she felt tempted by the bright lights and adamant cheering. Or maybe she felt it was time to experience something new; do something on a complete impulse; something that may even turn out to be a little dangerous.
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The lights seemed to be drawing more and more people by the moment. Apparently, Ocean City was living up to the expectations of those who came for a week of straight, uninhibited partying. At least, the reputation served true at this resort.
Kyle looked around from his barstool. He had always been a people watcher, and too curious for his own good. He saw lots of dancing, or humping, as he would prefer to call the gyrating on the dance floor. There were a few couples, but most people were in groups and not outwardly taken. Some people laughed at the small tables set up in the back, while others were silent and carried the glazed gaze of one who had tossed back one too many.
He took a small sip of his own Tequila Sunrise and felt the alcohol trail warmly down his throat. A couple of girls walked by and smiled coyly. He returned the smile, but one was far too skinny and the other much too hyper. He was very particular about the women who received his attention. He often received small smirks and silent flirtations from women and he was never short on nightly invitations. A killer deep green gaze and a toned stomach always made him a target. Of course, he didn't complain about it. He was simply picky.
Setting the empty glass back on the bar counter, he stood, not feeling the least bit tipsy. It was time to go, the party being much less interesting than he had originally intended. He was hoping for a least small talk with an attractive woman, but the women here seemed...he couldn't think of a decent word to describe them other than not his type. As he was leaving he took a final glance around but then gave up and started up to the hotel. As he passed the dance area, a distant figure caught his interest.
She was standing on the outskirts of the party area, wearing a short jean skirt and black bikini top that contrasted against deep, bronzed skin. Without thinking, he moved closer, for a better look. She had large, amber colored eyes that reminded him of the ocean's horizon just after a summer storm. And her hair was beautiful, wind blown and the color of warm sand. Looking eager, she brought up her arms and crossed them under full breasts of average size, pushing them up to show just a slight amount of cleavage. Kyle felt his body respond even from the distance that separated them. He took a deep breath and walked, nervously over to where she stood. A goofy smile adorned his face as he choked, "You look...lost."
She smiled, and gave him a quick look over before answering, "This isn't really my scene. I come for the beach, not the party."
