Note: Some of this story is non fiction, most of it is fiction. It's just how I wished it had happened. There are no minors in this story - all characters are over 18 years of age.
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The end of school trip was to a beach some 90 minutes from my home. I'd come to the end of senior school and 11 of our class had arranged to meet at a beach house to unwind and celebrate. The mix? Four boys and 7 girls. All of us had now completed school. There weren't going to be any parents chaperoning as we were now legally adults. We'd arranged to meet on the Friday afternoon at the beach house, after gathering provisions to last for 7 days.
My mate Pete picked me up at lunchtime and we set off for the coast in his car. We'd bought our contribution of the supplies over the previous few days. Groceries, alcohol and a few rented movies for the night time entertainment. With the stress of finals behind us, this was going to be a great break. We had completed 13 years of schooling and now the summer had arrived. We were all old enough to drive, vote and buy alcohol. It was now time to have an adult style holiday, late nights partying and restful days soaking up the warm summer rays.
We swung into the driveway to find we weren't the first to arrive. Wendy's and Terri's cars were there already. It was a cracking hot day. Not a breath of wind, and the silence was pierced by the rasping cicadas in the gum trees nearby. Terri was the girl of my dreams, and of my heart. She was of average height and slim build. Her small bust complimented by a washboard flat, hard stomach and hips with just a slight womanly flare to them. She had shoulder length straight brown hair and her silky smooth skin had a light brown complexion. Whenever I saw her, my voice caught in my throat and my heart skipped a beat. Wendy was a tall red head with pale complexion. Her green eyes sparkled with a wicked sense of humor. She and Pete had a thing going on together and he was eager to search her out.
We walked into the front room and thought they must be out the back in the pool until Terri walked down the stairs from the left, apparently from the upstairs bathroom, buttoning up a white silk sleeveless top, giving me brief a glimpse of a pale blue satin bra covering her small pointy breasts. She threw her towel over the back of the chair, as she approached me with a welcoming hug. Her damp dark hair smelt of fresh peaches as she squeezed me just that little bit longer than I expected and then turned her face upwards, kissed me on the lips briefly and with a giggle said "Hi Dave! Great that you finally got here!" She turned to Pete, a couple of steps away and said "Hi Pete. How are you? Wendy's out the back by the pool. She'd love to know you're here." Funny, she didn't give Pete the welcome I got. I wonder what's going on there?
Pete left to walk out the back, leaving me with Terri in the lounge room. "Come and give me a hand in the bedroom for a minute Dave please?" she asked as she walked off up the stairs ahead of me. I can tell you I would get the award for the shyest guy in class, no, in the school. I had lots of friends but could never take a relationship to the next level, through plain fear. I followed Terri up the stairs, delighting in her tight little rear end clothed in a tiny pair of denim shorts, the kind made from tearing a pair of jeans off at the legs. As she rose up each tread ahead of me, her shorts would ride up to show the edge of brilliant white satin panties covering the delicate lower bump of her cheeks. I could make out the ultra fine hairs on the backs of her golden thighs. What I would give to be brave enough to reach up and gently run my fingertips across the crease between her thigh and her ass. Not to mention to lick up through that gap between the junctions of her legs. We entered the bedroom and I asked "What would you like help with?"
"Sit down here on the bed with me for a minute would you Dave? I want to talk to you about something. Well, actually about us."
Hell, this is the sort of situation that scares me. What if I say or do something stupid. I worship this girl but have never had the nerve to let her know of my feelings. She patted the king sized bed next to her as she sat down, facing the window. "Come on, I won't bite you know. Unless you want me to that is?" she giggled. I sat near her and she immediately slid across the foot or so separating us, meaning our thighs were actually touching. My cock sprung to life and I thought "This is going to kill me".
"David, look at me. I need to tell you something before this break at the beach house passes and is wasted. I have feelings for you. I know you do for me too. I see it in your eyes. I know how shy you are and I want you to know that I want to be your girl." I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
She reached up with her right hand and held my chin, pulling my face down gently towards her parted lips. She gave me the sweetest kiss I had known. A soft moan escaped from deep in my throat as I felt the tip of her tongue enter my mouth and run over the inside of my teeth, gently probing, searching, before retreating, and then the kiss was over. My head spun, tears welled in my eyes and I turned to look out the window, at pains to find the right thing to say.
"Tell me how you feel?" she softly asked, taking my hand in both of hers. I turned back to face her to find her face lowered, her eyes looking downwards.