I was with Janice at the beach on the day it happened. Not that it happened to me and Janice. We were just witnesses to what went on. Very inconspicuous witnesses, I assure you. But the whole thing was quite an education for us, and a warning.
You have to understand that Janice and I were a little young for our age. We knew theoretically what sex was about, and we were starting to notice with some interest how boy's pants seemed to stir at the front. It's funny to watch them flush and start to stammer when Janice stands really close to someone, just touching their chest with a finger.
Horrible of us to laugh about it, I know, but we were still just practicing. I mean, we'd have been horrified if a boy had offered to show us what he had or tried to grab us in an inappropriate way.
I suppose it was that continued innocence that made the whole thing so interesting. And enlightening. Knowing something in theory and seeing it happen in practice are two different things.
Anyway, as I was saying, we were at the beach. The only reason Janice and I were there was to work on our tans. We were both wearing the smallest bikinis we owned and we had slipped off to a fairly lonely spot. We didn't really want boys standing around us, tongues hanging out and bathers bulging in front.
We spread our towels next to some bushes and we settled down for some serious sun-bathing. And, no, we were not topless. We'd have been shocked at the very idea.
After we'd been basking for a while we heard voices. We tensed up, thinking the boys had located us, then settled back and relaxed as we realised it was a couple talking. The man said something to the effect here's a nice private spot and we could hear them settling down on the other side of the bushes.
There was silence from both our little parties for a while, but then there was some giggling and movement from the other couple. We heard the girl give this little moan and say something along the lines of "that's nice" and Janine's curiosity got the better off her.
She kneeled next to the bushes and peeped through them and then she waved for me to come and take a look. I could see she was holding back a giggle.
So I scooted over next to Janice and peeped along with her. I recognized the couple easily. He was Mickey. A nice enough guy, I suppose, but I always thought him a bit of a bonehead. Lots of nice muscles to make up for the lack of brains though, and very friendly.
She was Marie, which was very interesting, as she wasn't supposed to be Mickey's current girlfriend. I wondered if she'd decided to move in on him. Marie's had an odd sort of reputation, somehow managing to be both popular and apparently resented by a number of boys.
I'd mentioned this to my brother once and asked what their problem was with her. She's a cock-teaser, he grumbled, and then went red and walked away when I asked him to explain. I figured out why when I googled the term. Boys are so sensitive about talking about that sort of thing.
It was bloody obvious that Marie didn't have any qualms about sun-bathing topless. Not that she was really topless, as she was wearing a hand bra, but they weren't her hands.
Mickey, on the other hand, had no qualms about sun-bathing bottomless. His bathers were next to him and he had an erection. You can be sure that Janice and I both noticed it, even though Marie's hands were covering it, and we both nudged each other. I had to put my hand over my mouth to stop myself giggling.
Perhaps I should clarify part of what I just said. When I said that Marie's hands were covering Mickey's cock, that was a bit of poetic license. Her hands were on his cock, but they were nowhere near covering it. There was too much of it. Although she was having a good go as her hands were running up and down it. Mickey apparently liked it as he'd give this little jump every time her fingers trailed over the head of that thing.
This is part of what I meant by the difference between knowing something theoretically and knowing it for real. We knew men got erections. We'd seen pictures and giggled over them. But now we were looking at a real one and while I don't know about Janice, I was getting this funny feeling deep down inside me.
Mickey was stroking Marie's breasts while she played with his cock. Every so often his hand would wander down to try and slip under her bikini but she always pushed him away. Apparently she would let him go so far and no further.
It turned out she would let him go further when Mickey put his hand on Marie's pussy, but outside her bathers. She started squirming under his touch, plainly enjoying it, and holding tightly to his cock as he teased her. I suppose the fact that she kept her pants on is what led to her being called a cock-teaser.
I nudged Janine when I saw Mickey finally manage to slip a finger under the edge of Marie's bathers and start feeling around under them. Janine promptly nudged me back. We were both quite interested in the little scene and trying not to laugh. Like I said, it was educational.
We were now about to find out what a cock-teaser does. Marie seemed to succumb to Mickey's charms and let him push her bikini bottom down a bit, showing off her mound. We only saw it for a moment as his hand promptly closed over it, but we could see his hand working on her while she moaned and squirmed.
The Marie let go of Mickey's meat, pushed his hand away and calmly said "That's all. Let's get dressed."
That's when our education really began. Mickey did something that flipped Marie over onto her tummy. Then he hoicked her hips up so she was kneeling and he was kneeling behind her, and his cock was pointing right at her pussy. The angle we were on we could see everything that Marie had and just how close Mickey's cock was to it.
Marie was twisting around trying to look behind her and we now had a clear view of her angry face as well. She was spitting chips.
"I said that's all, Mickey," she rapped out. "Now let me go."
