Summer by the sea, part 1
This is the first story in a series describing Adam's first sexual experiences, a lot of which involve public nudity.
Chronologically this series comes before "Adam in Asia".
This is a work of fiction. Constructive criticism is welcome.
Prologue
I am 17 years old with one more year before I finish school. I live in South London with my mother who is a university lecturer. Money is tight.
A bad start
"But Mum, I don't want to go to Brighton. I want to stay here, see my friends; not be held prisoner at the poxy seaside all summer. I can look after myself. I promise there'll be no parties or anything!"
She laughed, "I'm sorry Adam, it's too long to leave you on your own. I want to be sure that the house is still standing when I get back."
"Why do we have to stay with Aunt Helen? It's only an hour's drive so you could come back every night."
"I'm not going to spend 2 hours a day driving up and down the M23, I'll have marking to do in the evenings, and there's the cost of the petrol to think about too. We're staying with Helen. If there's anything special happening you can come back here on the train, or I'll drive you. But not every day."
I knew money was tight, so I did not want to be too much of a dick about the situation. Reluctantly I packed my stuff.
Helen was a friend from Mum's university days and now they were both lecturers, usually in different cities. For the next six weeks, they would be teaching together on a summer school program in Brighton.
It could be worse; she could have sent me to stay with my father. He's a sheep farmer who would use me as cheap labour. Less like a prison, more like a gulag.
The next morning, we loaded the car and headed south. When we arrived, Helen gave us both a big hug.
"Prisoner Adam reporting. Do you take custody?" Mum joked.
"Of course, his cell is ready for him. Will he want gruel or mouldy bread for lunch?"
They'd been talking.
Lunch turned out to be a selection of ham and cheese with a large bowl of salad. The bread was fresh. We were joined by Helen's daughter, or 'Inmate Jennie' as her mother referred to her.
Jennie is my age. No longer the gawky kid that I remembered, she had grown into an attractive young woman; perhaps this would not be such a bad summer after all. But she kept scowling at me, not such a good omen.
The reason for her annoyance became clear when Helen showed me to my 'cell'. It was Jennie's room; instead, she would be sharing with her younger sister.
"Thanks, Aunt Helen."
"You're too old to call me 'Aunt', call me 'Warden Helen' from now on." She returned downstairs.
The joke was getting old fast.
Settling in
It was Sunday. I slept late. Eventually Mum woke me up.
"If you want breakfast, get to the kitchen now." She instructed.
I arrived just before Jennie; she was still cross. Mum and Helen fussed around making breakfast for their grumpy offspring before heading off to a briefing for everybody who would be teaching on the program.
Jennie disappeared soon after they left. I didn't see her again until dinner. As we ate Helen told her that she was to take me with her to the beach tomorrow. Neither of us was happy about that.
Helen repeated the instruction the next morning. We still weren't happy, but she insisted, and Mum was adamant that I couldn't hang around the house every day. Reluctantly we agreed, got ready, and caught a bus to the promenade where we were to meet two of Jennie's friends, Imogen, and Kate.
The thing about Brighton beach is that it's rubbish; there's no sand in sight! It consists of rocks and pebbles that are desperately uncomfortable to sit or lie on. The only upside is that families with young kids go elsewhere; you can't build a sandcastle without sand.
We removed the sharpest, lumpiest rocks and spread out our towels. Imogen removed her shirt and shorts, underneath she had a black one-piece swimming costume. I got the idea that Jennie and Kate were not happy with her display. They stayed fully dressed. So did I.
I looked at the three girls beside me. Imogen is tall and willowy with long red hair, Kate is shorter and curvier with a mop of dark curls, and Jennie is a strawberry blonde whose body could be an average of the other two. All were very attractive. Of course, as a virgin teenage boy who could get turned on by a picture on the side of a bus, I may not be the best judge. If I got to hang out with these three then my summer wouldn't be a write-off after all.
We started to chat. First, they wanted to know where I lived, and what I was doing in Brighton. Then we got onto common ground with school, A-level subjects, and what we wanted to do at university, followed by music & films and, inevitably, how annoying parents could be, with Mum and Helen being examples.
Kate announced that she wanted to work on her tan. The others scoffed at that because she had a Mediterranean complexion, so her skin was naturally darker than theirs.
"You just want to show off in front of Adam" Imogen accused.
It occurred to me for the first time, that any of them might be enjoying my presence.
Kate stood, slipped off her dress, and did a little pose. "Like what you see?" she asked me.
I did. What's not to like about a busty young woman in a bikini? I blushed and stammered a reply. Kate sat down, opened a bottle of sunscreen, and began to spread it across her skin. She was making quite a show of it.
Jennie groaned in exasperation.
Trying to hide the swelling in my shorts I sat up. I wasn't quick enough.
Imogen giggled, "Careful Kate, I think you might be about to cause an accident."
Now I was sure that they were teasing me. I rolled over onto my stomach, discovering that a hard cock and hard rocks were not a great combination.
Jennie opted to join the fun, shedding her outer layer to reveal a blue bikini that was less revealing than Kate's. She also applied lots of sunscreen, which made more sense given her skin. I wasn't going to complain.
"Your turn, Adam. Or are you too shy?"
"Er, in a minute."
I had two problems: an erection, and a pair of tight-fitting trunks. If I took off my shorts my erection would be obvious. The girls guessed as much.
"What's the problem, Adam, has something come up?" asked Kate.
"I can rub sunscreen on you," offered Imogen.
"Remember that I've seen it before," said Jennie.
That was sort of true. We'd played 'Show me yours and I will show you mine' once, but that was at least 5 years ago; she hadn't seen me like this.
Then it struck me, what was the point of hiding it? I didn't have any reason to be shy. Why not call their bluff? Being bold might even lead to something more. I stood up, facing them, removed my t-shirt and then slowly lowered my shorts. My erection was obvious.