Author's note: Based on real life, but embellished just a bit to make it more readable.
Summer 1989. Tuesday.
Kevin gratefully switched off the engine of his overheated and strained Mini of 1971 vintage; crammed full of their camping gear, with scarcely a square inch of space for two long legged teenagers to move during their five hour journey to Cornwall, not to say Tony's surfboard on top, he had pushed it to the limit to make the campsite before darkness fell. He and Tony extricated themselves and stretched long and hard to give some luxurious relief to their cramped muscles. At least it was not raining, and they could get their tent pitched and the car partly unloaded before they subsided into the sleep of the truly tired.
The campsite owner directed them to the camping area – past the chalets and caravans that had the best sites near the golden sands that still held quite a number of holidaymakers making the most of the fast setting sun – where they pitched as close as they could to the path down to the beach. Not many camping, noted Kevin, but the nearby caravans looked fairly fully occupied, so there might be some opportunity for taking a few surreptitious peeks at girls in bikinis – one of his favourite pastimes, even though his experience until the present had been limited to that – surreptitious peeking.
After they had got the tent in some semblance of order – at least by the standards of two normal 18 year olds – they opened a couple of beers, sadly overwarm after the car journey and contemplated the prospect of four days swimming, surfing, boozing and anything else which might turn up.
Although Tony and Kevin were as different as chalk and cheese they had become good mates. Tony was tall, just over 6 feet, with a well toned athlete's body; he trained regularly, played most sports and was an all round athlete. He sported a head of jet black hair and liquid brown eyes which made every girl who knew him want to drown in them. Kevin was almost as tall, but very slim – skinny was probably a more accurate description – with indeterminate coloured hair and eyes – and wore glasses which seemed to spend most of the time slipping down his nose and having to be pushed up. He had a prominent Adam's apple, and when he ran his arms and legs seemed to lack any co-ordination. His only claim to sporting prowess was that he bowled a good line at the 10 pin bowling alley.
His important attribute was that, unlike Tony, he had passed his driving test first time and with the help of a small legacy from his grandma had been able to acquire the somewhat battered Mini that had got them down here for part of their last half term holiday before their final exams and the end of school life. He had spent many hours fantasising about the use to which he would be able to put the car, particularly the back seat, but so far no girl had looked beyond Kevin's somewhat ordinary physical appearance and the patches and rattles of the car which did not inspire confidence that it would arrive at any given
destination. Indeed, that was the one thing Kevin really lacked – confidence – and that was not helped by having Tony as a mate.
Kevin knew that if they were lucky enough to find some attractive girls who might be good propects it would be Tony who would score. Tony only had to look at a girl and she melted - and Kevin simply did not exist for them at such a moment. The only plus factor was that he could indulge in his favourite occupation – "peeking". More than once he had, while pretending to be asleep, or absorbed in a book, or from a distance, watched as one or another of Tony's admirers had pressed themselves against him and raised no objection as Tony ran his hands over their pert bottoms – and if it was a good day their boobs as well. There had been that occasion behind the school bicycle shed last week when he had kept a watch out for intruders while Tony and Sharon from the parallel class had engaged in a long petting session, which included Tony's hand inside her knickers, and hers undoing his zip and having a good feel of his equipment. Kevin had managed to get a good view of their antics while keeping watch, but the groping was the limit of their actions.
If Tony was to be believed, there had been more than one occasion when more than groping had occurred, but the details were always so vague that Kevin was not convinced that Tony had ever gone "all the way", nor that his descriptions of some of the things done by the girls were wholly accurate. As he drifted off to sleep with his hand gently stroking his cock as he imagined Sharon's hand inside his flies he contemplated a few days of rewarding voyeurism.
Wednesday.
The late afternoon sun, from a cloudless sky, gave the beach a warm glow. Linda lay on the sun lounger with her legs stretched out beyond the shade given by the sunshade, to get the maximum tanning time so that she could dispense with tights when she returned from her short half term break. She had given her top half a good roasting over the past two days, and needed to be careful not to overdo it – her boobs, not so used to the exposure, were quite pink, and she did not want to have them too tender to be touched. Not that there seemed to be much danger of that: in the three days since she had checked in on Sunday she had seen no talent that appealed to her.
It had seemed a good idea at the time – a last minute, cheap, six night break in the sunshine for the half term, away from all the hassle of noisy students and preparation for
the A levels in June. And away from the emotional upheaval of having to see Rob every day. It had been just over three months since she had walked in on him unexpectedly in the middle of a blow job – she wouldn't normally have taken exception, but it was the fact that he had been giving it to one of her pupils that threw her. In the eighteen months of their relationship, a very satisfying one sexually, she had never had the slightest clue that he swung both ways.
They had always agreed to be open about relationships, and not to regard the other as their exclusive sexual possession, but Rob had been unable to accept that she could not take the idea of
that.
And she had been getting frustrated in other ways – the sex had been good but Rob had been on a different mental plane and they had little else in common, so she had moved out. The only problem was that they both taught at the same school, and although it was a large one their paths had to cross, so almost every day the memories were kept active.
She had thought –hoped even – that she might have the chance of a holiday fling which might help to give her some release, but being in a small caravan, self catering, set well away from the main hotel complex had restricted her options. The only men who had been eyeing her up and down had either been twice her age – 29 – or kept under close watch by their other half . There had been that gorgeous hunk with his sultry looking wife or girl friend who would have been worth a try, but the message had been loud and clear from them both, and she did not feel up to a threesome right now – not that she objected in principle, and she had had more than one very satisfying such encounter in the past.
So here she was, with two days and three nights left, nicely suntanned, a bit more relaxed, but feeling vaguely dissatisfied and – she had to admit – missing some sexual relief.
As she looked down at her toes and debated whether or not to go down for one last dip in the warm sea, she noticed two young men – boys might have been a better description – ambling along the beach.
