Marjorie crossed the dunes from her grandmother's house easily. She had been this way earlier in the evening just before dark. The sun had been down but there had still been enough light to see by. Now with the sun down and her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she knew where to go to find the damp sand of the beach.
The light wind off the water was cool, bordering on chilly but just being this close to the ocean had Marjorie excited and warm. She took a quick look up and down the beach before she took her long dressing gown off over her head. Her nipples hardened instantly at the caress of the cool breeze. She shivered hard as she rolled the gown up.
Her skin was alabaster white. Skin that had never been touched by the sun. Skin that couldn't be touched by the sun. Her white hair and eyebrows marked her for what she was, an albino, even if no one could see her pink eyes. She sighed and raised her arms, turning to face the breeze. It felt so good on her body, all of her body.
Between the wind and the sound of the waves, she was in heaven. There were so many places she couldn't go and this one was right on the doorstep. It was the one that fascinated her the most. The one that seemed to pull at her all the time. The one she finally couldn't resist, so she had slipped out of her grandmother's house to explore.
She shivered again as she turned and started to walk long the edge of the surf. Ever so often a wave would wash up around her feet. The water seemed warm. Warmer than the air at least. She wondered what it would be like to swim in it. The fact that she couldn't swim kept her on the shore. She wasn't afraid of water but so much water and wild water at that, was another story.
The full moon rode over the high dunes to her left. It had a reddish pink hue to it that cast faint pink highlights to the sand and the foam. Marjorie smiled and hugged herself. She felt so free to be out on the beach. Her step faltered for a beat as she raised her left hand and looked at the gown in it. This made her pause. Why was she naked? Not that naked was bad when she was alone but... Why out here where there was a possibility of someone seeing her?
She looked up and down the beach again. There was very seldom anyone on this beach even during the day. Her grandmother's house sat off the main road about a half mile and it was surrounded by the rolling dunes. There was occasionally a Jeep or four-wheel drive truck driving along here but that had become even more rare as of late. She wondered why?
In the direction she had been walking was another house but it had been abandoned for all the years she had lived with her grandmother. She had walked to it through the dunes one time back when she was younger. Her grandmother had gone into town and she had gotten bored. With her gown on and a heavy cloak over that, she had ventured out. It had been late fall and far cooler than it was now.
She smiled as she remembered the high clouds and the brisk wind. The excitement of being outside, the fear of someone seeing her, the disappointment of the gray rundown house. She had hoped to spy on someone. Possible another young girl she could dream of being friends with. She had followed her own lonely tracks back home.
Marjorie sighed and started to walk along the beach again. She couldn't be very far from the old house. Was it still vacant? Had the last several storms knocked it down or was it still standing? Would the abandoned house make her as sad as she had been the last time she saw it?
A few moments later, she picked out a faint light among the dunes. Was it the old house? The light flickered. Was it a campfire? Were there people? She turned at an angle and hurried over to the edge of the dunes. The sand was dry and soft here and still warm from the day's sun. Her steps faltered as she thought of the gown but she continued to walk as she squeezed it tighter in her hand.
She shivered and whispered, "No, not yet." The first words she had spoken since she left her grandmother's house.
Her steps faltered and slowed even as she tried to keep an even pace. Her heart was beating fast and her breathing was fast and shallow. It was a mixture of fear and anxiety but thrilling at the same time. It was something totally new to her. Question after question raced through her mind. Why was she doing this? Why hadn't she turned around and fled? Why was she still naked?
Marjorie's mind had no answers and her eighteen year old virgin body was not helping things a bit. It kept spurting out hormones and other stuff that just egged her on. Other people. She needed to see other people. Live, real people. Her grandmother was the only other human being she had had contact with in the last fifteen years of her life.
That last thought stopped her dead in her tracks. Her parents had dumped her with her grandmother when she was three and left. She had been home schooled. Her grandmother had put the fear of the sun and what people would say about her deep in her mind but now...
But now what? That was the thing her mind kept shying away from. The last time she had headed for the old house, she had been looking for a friend, a girl friend. Now she was looking for something else but would not let her mind even think about it. Thoughts of her own hands on her sensitive breasts and between her legs in the bath jumped to her mind and she whimpered softly. Her right hand came up to caress her left breast and she jerked it back down by her side.
Her grandmother had always warned her about touching herself but the rough washcloth had always felt so good on her nipples and at the top of her sex. She shivered hard and turned around. She took one step and then a second. She stopped and whirled around, indecision rampant in her mind. Actually, it was more of a war between her mind and body. She groaned softly and took a step forward.
What would it hurt to see what was at the old house? She could stay in the shadows and blend in with the white of the sand. She took three steps and stopped again. She sighed and turned around. "I can't do it," she whispered as she started back toward her grandmother's house.
"Why not?" a distinctly male voice asked from the shadow of the dune to her right.
Marjorie jumped at the sound of the voice and fled down the beach at a dead run. She hadn't gotten far when an uneven place in the sand made her stumble and fall. The soft warm sand and her hands cushioned her hard landing. She lay there gasping for air. She could feel her nipples rubbing against the gritty sand. The feeling made her whimper softly.
"Are you alright?" The male voice asked from behind her. "I didn't mean to scare you."
Marjorie's eyes were on the dressing gown in her hand as she nodded. She could almost feel his eyes running all over her back and butt. She whimpered again and turned her head slightly to look up at him. He was a darker shadow within the shadow of the dune. She wondered if she was the same.
He leaned forward and offered her his hand. Marjorie shivered at the thought of taking it, of rolling over to show him all of her front, to actually stand up in front of him. "I... I... I..." she stammered and then ran out of steam and looked back at the dressing gown.
The young man squatted down and said, "I take it, running around naked on the beach at night is a new experience."
Marjorie nodded. "Tonight is the first time," she confessed.
"You are very beautiful, if that is any help."
Marjorie felt the hot wash of a blush on her upper chest and face. "No one has ever said that to me before."
"Then I'll assume you've lived in a cave alone out here among the dunes."
Marjorie giggled and replied, "No. I live with my grandmother in a house down the beach."
"I didn't now anyone lived in that old house."
"I didn't know anyone lived at the old house where the fire was or is, that is," Marjorie said as she looked around at the young man again.
"No one does. It belonged to a friend of mines grandparents. They passed away years ago. We come here sometimes during the summer to camp and enjoy the beach."
"We?" Marjorie asked.
"My friend Jake, his girlfriend Abby, and my sister Sandra. I'm Frank by the way."
"I'm Marjorie."
"Hello Marjorie, it's good to meet you," Frank said with a grin.
"I would say the same but I'm a little... a lot embarrassed at the moment," Marjorie said slowly.
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We go skinny dipping all the time and even sun in the nude when there is no one else around."
The thought of swimming in the ocean made Marjorie shiver hard. "I can't swim," she said to cover up her excitement.
"Maybe I could teach you sometime," Frank said as he sat down on the sand.
"I, uh, can't come here during the day. The sun would burn me up."
Frank chuckled. "Are you a vampire?"
Marjorie laughed. "No but I have a condition. Little or no pigment in the skin. I burn very, very easily."
