Author's Note:
This is my first ever attempt at publishing a story. I've been writing stories, both erotic and SFW for years now but have never actually put one up for others to see. So I'm sorry if this isn't any good.
All characters involved are older than 18.
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Soon after I graduated college, I decided I was done with Detroit. I was done with the cold, crime-ridden, big city life. I vowed I'd move somewhere where it was the opposite of those three things.
I researched a bunch of small beach towns and soon came up with Captivia, Florida. It was located on an island off the mainland. The travel guides said it was an extremely small town.
Like, so small there are no traffic lights. So small that cars aren't really a necessity. People use golf carts to get around. There are less than 600 people living here. That's how small it is.
Of course real estate is a bitch. But I inherited a small fortune from my late grandmother, enough to let me live comfortably in a small beachside shack.
The locals warmed up to me almost immediately. It's made up of a bunch of older retired people, but there are some young people as well. Most notably among them are Marina Green and Nathan Rosenberg. They're both around my age, Nate being 26 and Marina being 24.
Nate is the honorary town lifeguard. Technically the beach doesn't have a lifeguard, but he kind of took it upon himself to be one and everyone just ended up accepting it. His normal job is a waiter at The Bubble Room, a local restaurant that seems like it's stuck in the forties.
Marina is the daughter of a marine biologist who clearly has an ear for puns. Marina hates that her name is a literal joke, so Nate, out of "kindness" calls her Marinara instead. Which pisses her off more.
The first time I met Marina, I was smitten. I had always assumed I was straight until I met her. Every time I see her now, something swells inside me and I can't help but think "oh my god I'm gay" as soon as my eyes fall on her.
I never really cared for girls until I met her. But afterwards, I couldn't help but notice everything about her. The soft curves of her breasts under the tight t-shirts she wears, the way her hips sway when she walks, how beautiful her raven hair looks in the sunlight.
But those things don't matter. What really beckons me is her personality. She's the most confident young woman I've ever met. Nothing embarrasses her, while I blush like crazy every time someone says something to me.
She's also really kind and sweet. When I first moved here, she was the one to take me under her wing and introduced me to Nate as well. She made sure that I was never lonely and told me that if anyone was ever mean to me she'd "beat their ass". She was joking, I think.
I'm flattered that anyone would show this much kindness to me. She's also really friendly towards Nate. They're clearly best friends, as shown by their lighthearted teasing of one another. Sometimes they even jokingly flirt with one another.
It's pretty clear that Nate feels for me what I feel for Marina. His strong, confident personality melts when he sees me, and he often stammers and gets red-faced when he sees me. I've noticed him steal glances at my breasts on multiple occasions and can often tell by the look in his eyes that he's mentally undressing me. I'm flattered, but I just don't reciprocate those feelings. Which makes me feel guilty as hell.
After a little while, I got a job at the local gift shop, where I work alongside Marina to make sure that the tourists have a memorable visit. Our boss is rarely around, so it's often just the two of us. When there's no customers around, we like to mess around with the souvenirs, acting like we're browsing tourists.
I love slow days because despite the fact that I don't get paid a whole lot, I get to spend the time with Marina.
I love to watch her laugh as she jokingly consults the counsel of mood necklaces to tell her how she's feeling. I love to make up names and tragic backstories of all the stuffed animals with her.
It's been about four months since I moved here. Every day is paradise. Marina and I follow our routine of walking along the coast after sunset until it gets dark. We do it every Saturday, save for when it's raining. Then we walk back home to our respective houses and text to our group chat with Nate about random shit.
Tonight, however, we find ourselves out later than usual. We're talking about our futures. She plans to go to college to become a marine biologist like her father once she scrapes up enough money. I plan to stay here the rest of my life.
"How?" she suddenly asks me. "How can you have your whole life planned out? Eventually it's gonna get boring here and you're gonna want out. I know I do."
"Well, maybe I might make this a summer home in the future. Live somewhere like Orlando for the rest of the year. But for now I'm done with cities."
Marina plops down into the sand, motioning for me to sit beside her. We don't say anything as we look out onto the sea. The waves are quiet, and the moon shines on the surface of the water.
"I wish I could go swimming," I say wistfully. I really don't want the evening to end.
"So why don't we?" she asks. "Let's go."
"I didn't bring my swimsuit," I tell her.
"Look at us," she laughs. "A couple of dumbasses who didn't wear swimsuits to the beach." She stands up. "C'mon, who said we needed swimsuits?"
"What do you-" I start to ask before she pulls her shirt over her head. Her bra is a pale blue, but I quickly look away. "Sorry, I'll look away," I tell her quickly.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," she says. I can practically hear her smiling. "I mean, how will we swim together if you don't look at me?"
I slowly allow myself to turn my head. She is pulling down her shorts and throws them down on top of her shirt. Her underwear is navy. She has a tattoo of what appears to be a turtle on her right breast, only half covered by her bra. and she has a slight hint of abs. She's beautiful.
She kicks off her flip flops. "Come on," she says with a grin.
I feel my face get hot. Undress in front of Marina, of all people?! I mean, sure, I can't lie: I've had certain thoughts about her that I would never share aloud, but I really am wondering what it would be like to have a midnight swim with her.
"C'mon," she says. "Nobody's here, and I don't want to say I got undressed for nothing."
"Okay," I finally say nervously. I pull my shirt over my head to reveal my bra. My shorts follow immediately afterward, and I'm left standing in my underwear.
I feel her looking up and down my body, and I suddenly feel ashamed. I have a stick figure with small boobs, and my ribs slightly show.
She finally starts beckoning toward me whilst wearing a wicked grin and suddenly says "Race ya!"
We take off toward the water, and I run with all my might. However, she is faster. She laughs as she wades into the surf, her legs slowing down as she tries to run forward. I soon catch up.
We wade deeper until our feet can just barely touch the bottom if we extend our toes. The waves are gentle, making us slightly bob up and down.
We just quietly float side by side, not daring to break the silence of this peaceful night.
It's not long, however, until we see a figure approaching us. Their silhouette appears to be holding a surfboard.
"Hey, who's out there?" Nate demands in what I can only call his 'lifeguard voice.' It's loud and intimidating, and I freeze up. Will we seriously get in trouble by him? "You're not supposed to be here," he calls. "Beach is closed."
"It's just us, Nathan!" calls Marina. "And you're not supposed to be here, either."
"Sup, Marinara? And is that you, Allie?" Before I can answer him, Marina starts to yell again.
"Hardy har. Fuck you. And yeah, Allie is here. We were just having sex in the water. Wanna join? As long as you don't mind seeing two girls in their underwear."
"Marina, after much thought, I have decided that I am more than okay with seeing two girls in their underwear."
"Whatever, perv. Just try not to stare too much, you'll make Allie uncomfortable." My face reddens.
"We weren't actually having sex, you know," I call as he sticks his surfboard in the sand. He takes off his shirt and as he gets closer, I can see he is wearing swim trunks. I'll admit, he's pretty hot, but I still don't feel the same way that he feels for me.
"Sorry, ladies. You won't be seeing me in my underwear today." Marina groans.
