My first new story in a little while is something quite different, and a little out of season: a summery MFF story inspired by the wonderful Webcomic "Cheer" by Foreview. I hope you enjoy it!
As ever, constructive feedback is always welcome, so please let me know what you think.
Stay safe,
- J
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"I can't wait to go to the beach!" John yelled, enthused. "It's been ages. But, I guess it's a bit different for you, isn't it? Like, 'Yayyy, senior trip... To my old house'"
"Oh yeah, it'll be nice to get to see my old home town," Micheal admitted. "But-"
"Oh," a voice piped in from the row behind. "You used to live around here?"
The pretty tanned face of Megan Williams, one of the school's cheerleaders, appeared over the bus's seat with a smile, immediately changing Mike's train of thought.
"Oh yeah, before I got my scholarship I lived just down in that town over there." Micheal aimed his finger at the blur of buildings visible just a few miles further down the cliff edge.
"Oh, well then, you can show us all the cool spots!"
Pale and blonde, Sarah Heslop was every bit as pretty as the girl she sat next to, but with almost the exact opposite complexion.
"Oh, uh..." Micheal tried to stop his face from flushing red at the thought of spending the whole day showing his crush and her best friend around town. "Sure!"
"I'm so glad we're finally here," Megan groaned as the bus pulled into town and she shuffled out of her seat. "I can't wait to stretch my legs!"
"You're glad?!" Sarah snarked, indignantly. "You're like 5'3"! You can hardly complain!" As the blonde stood out of her seat, she towered over not just Megan, but John as well.
"Oh shush, you Amazon freak," teased Megan, earning her a firm shove into the opposite row.
"Oh, you think you have it bad," Micheal chuckled, whacking his head against the bus's roof as he joined them in the cramped aisle.
"Okay, yeah. Fair enough," Sarah admitted. "At least I can just about stand up here. Can we get off this damn bus though, please? I'm starving!"
"Yeah, good idea." John laughed as he led the four out into the windy parking lot.
As the group stepped out into the warm air, they huddled around and quickly decided that the first thing they wanted to do was go eat.
Deciding that Mike would choose where to go, John joked, "Lead the way, Sacagawea."
"What?"
"Who?"
The two girls both had a puzzled look on their face. "Who's Saschaweea?"
"Sacagawea," John corrected them.
"The Native American guide who showed Lewis and Clark around the USA.
"Oh, cool! You're Native American?!" The two boys couldn't help but look at Megan in disbelief. "I'm, like, 1/8th Shoshone too!" she said, emphatically.
"Err... No, it was a joke. My parents are both from the UK, definitely no Native American in me," Micheal explained with a laugh. "Plus, Sacagawea WAS Shoshone. Surely, you should have known who she was if that's your ancestry too."
Megan only shrugged.
"They taught us all this in history class so many times," John added, sounding noticeably frustrated.
"She never pays attention in class!" Sarah laughed as she elbowed her friend in the side.
"Oh," Megan snapped back at her friend, "Did YOU know that?"
"Not important!" Sarah insisted sharply.
~~~
As the late spring sun sank low in the sky, the seniors all filtered back to their hostel to tuck in for the night.
"It sucks that the one time we don't have a curfew there's not a single thing to do after dark," John moaned as he slumped onto his bed. "I wish we were 21. Imagine going out to the bars with those girls and getting smashed. It'd be great!"
"Haha, yeah. That'd be amazing. I can't believe they spent all day with a couple of nerds like us," Mike agreed.
"Yeah! You managed to get them to stick with us all day! You're a legend, man. I think this calls for a celebration..."
Reaching down into his bag, he pulled from it the bag of his medicines, and from that he pulled out one bottle in particular. It was pharmacy labeled, but Micheal guessed that it probably wasn't prescribed medication.
"The teachers might have been checking all the bags pretty closely, but I didn't think they'd be going through every bottle of medicine. Certainly not when you need as much as I do..." They both laughed as John unscrewed the cap. The scent of Fireball whiskey drifted through the room. "Having a hundred things wrong with you does, at least, have some advantages," he says, smirking. "Want a swig?"
"Nah, thanks for the offer but I've got a... Thing to do. For old time's sake," Mike smiled, as he headed for the door. "Don't drink too much!"
~~~
As Micheal reached the rocky tide pools at the end of the beach, he headed straight for a spot he knew well. Navigating by the fading light of the sun and the dim light of the moon he hopped and skipped over the black rocks, until he found one rocky crater larger than the rest: at least six feet across and a couple of feet deep. For a moment he admired it, before setting his bag down and beginning to remove his clothes.
"Shit," he cursed aloud, "forgot my fucking trunks." After spending a minute dithering over what to do, he began to remove his t-shirt, revealing the slim but toned body beneath. "Fuck it, it's not like anyone will see if I'm skinny dipping. You can barely even see through the surface of the water with this light on it anyway." Packing his socks tightly into his shoes and throwing them aside before taking a final glance around, Micheal removed his shorts and underwear. "Skinny dipping... first time for everything," he chuckled to himself as he stepped carefully into the dark pool. "Oh, that's nice and cool."
Quickly he settled into the water, and let out a relaxed sigh as it surrounded him. "It's good to be home." Then his thoughts drifted to the way things were before he left, to the friends he'd had, the adventures they would have on the sand and in the caves, the nights they'd spend looking up at the stars as they shimmered, just like they were tonight. Most of his friends brought girls from the other school down here to spend some time together, although none had ever accepted Michael's offer. "I wonder how much cum has been squirted over these rocks," he thought, with an uncomfortable shiver. "Doesn't bare thinking about." This beach wasn't just for sex though, the mile-long stretch of sand and rock was used for barbecues, school trips and fishing. It brought tourists to the town that kept half the town's businesses afloat, and it was the number one place to hang out for all the kids. It was also a status symbol: if you knew the cool places to hang out on the beach, you were one of the cool kids. Some groups might usually climb up the cliff face a way and into one of the old sea caves set higher up in the rock, or follow the sand bars out way into the sea to stand surrounded by the water, but this rockpool was Michael's place. Not as cool as some, but when he'd moved here as a kid his dad had brought him out here to fish away from the tourists and just about fallen in this hole on their way to the sea's edge. They'd never caught many fish that day, or any day for that matter, but Micheal would keep coming back to that hole they'd found. His cool spot in the rocks was the source of what little social status he'd had in elementary and early high school.
Suddenly, though, his reminiscing was interrupted by the sound of voices. He could make out 2 voices, whispering loudly to each other, apparently slipping and sliding all over the slick ground. Before a pair of faces appeared from behind the largest boulder. As Micheal looked over he saw Megan and Sarah dash nimbly up to the edge of his rock pool.
"Hey hey!" They laughed together, "I knew you'd know the best places to come!"
Micheal hurriedly tried to cover himself, although the two beauties apparently hadn't noticed he was naked. Megan's tanned skin seemed to almost shimmer in the last light of the day, and her big brown eyes had a slight glow to them as they caught the sun's rays. Her athletic body was covered by a sports bra and skin tight shorts, which she gave Micheal a perfect view of as she bent to remove her shoes. The other had come in a less revealing outfit, with jogging bottoms and a loose t-shirt, but as Megan slipped down into the pool Sarah pulled the top over her head to reveal a striking red bikini top, that added a flash of colour to her porcelain skin. Her body was less toned that Megan's but more curvatious, and Micheal couldn't help but stare at it as she removed her trousers to reveal legs that seemed to go on for miles, topped with matching red bikini bottoms. Building her removed clothes into a neat pile, she too slipped into the water.
