Growing up in Southern California was wonderful. I spent a lot of time at the beach when I was growing up. And as I got older the beach became a destination for hanging out with friends during the day and at night. There is something about the scent of the air, the sound of the waves that's so relaxing. And when you're in love, the beach can be so romantic. And hot.
When I was 18 I started dating Steve, who I met in my biology class. I noticed him the first day of my freshman year in college. He was tall, had green eyes, brownish-red hair and had quite a muscular build; so very attractive. He was studying Criminal Justice and I was studying Nursing. The chemistry between us was palpable. I felt the back of my neck get hot and my nipples get hard every time I saw him. I did not have a lot of experience in high school with boys, I was popular and dated some, but never found the "right one" to give myself to.
Steve asked me out and after a few dates, we became inseparable. We spent many hours parked in his truck making out and learning all kinds of new things about each other's bodies. We were both virgins when we started dating. Eventually, we succumbed to our temptations and had sex. Once we started, it was like we couldn't be satiated. We were young, in love and horny all the time.
I had masturbated most of my teenage life, but sex with someone else was amazing. I learned so much about cock from him. He was blessed in that area, his cock was long with this amazing mushroom shaped head that was thicker than his shaft. I loved it. He introduced me to a whole new world and I couldn't get enough.
It was Saturday night and we were going to the movies and to dinner, at least that is what he told me. We really were headed to the beach to have a romantic evening there. We listened to our favorite music as we drove up the 101 to Ventura with the windows down. We liked to go to the beach by the pier. There was a little light, from the lamps on the pier, so you could at least see around you if someone was walking by, but it was dark enough to have privacy, or so I thought. Once we had arrived, Steve removed a blanket and a couple of California coolers. We took off our shoes and walked closer to the ocean until we found a spot to set our blanket down. It was a great summer night, cool with a nice breeze. Between the wine coolers and the atmosphere, it wasn't too long until Steve and I were kissing and fondling each other.
The week before was the first time I had ever been "on top" and I loved having control while I was fucking him. It was also the first time I realized I was multi orgasmic. I had three orgasms with that first time and was in heaven. The only reason I didn't keep going was because Steve couldn't hold it back any longer and came before I could get the next one going.