"Hey, babe, have you got a minute?"
Mindy glanced up from her book with a smirk. "I'm Mindy."
"Oh, right, sorry."
Mindy chuckled. If there was one thing she knew about Eric, it was that he was really bad about telling her apart from her sister. She should have been annoyed about that, and to be perfectly honest, she kind of was at first, but she had to admit it was getting amusing. One would think he would start to pick up on the subtle differences between them, such as her preference for darker clothes and Erin's more colorful wardrobe. Or the fact that Erin would never be caught dead reading a book that hadn't been assigned to her, let alone one like what Mindy was currently reading, with a big-boobed woman raising a chainsaw-sword against a robot dragon. But nope, he was completely hopeless. And making himself ripe for some good pranking in the future. If Mindy wanted to, she could have Eric totally fooled into thinking she was his girlfriend, and then she could...well, she could do a whole lot of things. Things that would cause quite a stir in he and Erin's relationship.
No, Mindy didn't have any interest in putting any moves on Eric. In fact, she didn't have any interest in him period. Sure, he was fit, handsome, and nice enough, but there was absolutely nothing about him that she found even remotely fascinating. Of course, that may have been because she didn't take any time to really get to know him, but she honestly saw no reason why she should. To her, Eric was Erin's boyfriend and that was all he would ever be. He wasn't the first and he wouldn't be the last; he would just be another number in the long string of high school romances that went absolutely nowhere in the history of forever. It's why she never bothered dating in high school; it just seemed so difficult and pointless.
However, that was neither here nor there. The boy was in front of her right now, and he looked like he still had a few things to say to Mindy. He started with a troubled sigh. "If you're here, then it means Erin's still out."
"So? How is that a problem?" said Mindy.
"It's getting late," said Eric. "And it's getting dark. Which is making me worried."
Looking at the window, Mindy couldn't help but realize he might have had a point. It was awfully dark out, and now that she thought about it, her sister had been gone for a while now, over two hours in fact. "Did you try calling her?"
"Several times," said Eric. "She didn't answer any of them."
Mindy nodded. "Alright, let me give it a try then," she said, pulling her own phone out. She navigated to Erin's cell phone number, clicked it, and held the device to her ear. One-and-a-half minutes later, she hung up. "She's not answering me either."
"Strange," said Eric. "Think we should call the police?"
"Let's not be hasty," said Mindy. "She just said she was going out for a run and a walk. And there's plenty of beach out there too, so she may have added 'swim' to the list as well. For all we know, she could even be on her way back right now as we speak. And who knows?" She grinned deviously at her sister's boyfriend. "She might even be naked again."
"Okay, you've made your point," Eric replied with a nervous laugh. "Let's go look for her ourselves."
It sounded like a solid plan until they stepped outside the beach house that served as their group's headquarters. Then a new problem surfaced.
"Uh, do you know which way she went?" said Eric.
"Nope."
"Well, shoot. Well, I suppose we could split up. You go this way and I'll go that way, and if we see anything, we give each other a text or a call. Does that sound good?"
"Fine by me," said Mindy.
After exchanging numbers, the two teens went their separate ways. Mindy walked in silence, accompanied only by the crying of gulls in the air and the crashing of waves on the shore. It was rather relaxing, but with the rapidly waning daylight and the near-complete lack of people, it was also kind of eerie. It was as if she was walking on an abandoned coast where no people dared to tread because of some dark entity lurking in the water.
Ah crap, her imagination was running wild again. That was what she got spending so much time reading fantasy.
Relax, Mindy. Just do what you did on the nude beach. Focus on the waves. Listen to them as they ride and break upon the shore. Just like that. Fwoosh, spish. Fwoosh, spish. Fwoosh, spish.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!"
Mindy froze. Those were some rather odd sounds for a wave to make.
"Mmmm! Ohhh! Ahhh! Ah!"
In fact, those waves didn't sound like waves at all. They sounded more like someone was screaming.
"Oh! Yes! Yes! Oh! Yes!"
Mindy smacked her forehead. She was an idiot. It sounded like a person was screaming because a person was
screaming. For what...she didn't know. So she did the only sensible thing: she marched straight towards the noises.
"Oh! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...AH!"
The cries grew louder and a distinct figure started to take shape in her limited vision. It shifted and bounced and jiggled as if it were made of gelatin, but it moved like a living thing, actively and with purpose. She shined her flashlight onto it. She saw a butt. A human butt, hearty, round, and very feminine. And it was clenching and gyrating between a pair of equally feminine legs, one flat on the sand, the other held vertically up in the air.
It was a girl. It was TWO girls in fact. Two girls having a very intimate moment on the sand. Mindy's cheeks warmed up immediately and she shifted her feet to turn around and start walking the other way, embarrassed to have stumbled upon such a thing. However, for reasons she could not comprehend, something kept the rest of her body frozen in place. Something about the spectacle prevented her from looking away.
"Mmm, mmm, yes, that's it. Right there. Oh! OH-HO-HO-HOOOOOO!"
The figure threw her head back. Her buttocks rippled and clenched vivaciously. The toes on both sets of legs curled, the accompanying knees bent...
"YES! YES! GODDESS YES!"
"AHHHH-HAAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HA-HA...AHHHHHHH!"
...And then kicked. Forcefully. Into the air. Into the sand. With every cry of the woman on the ground. And the woman straddled atop her followed suit, bucking her hips into her crotch, clenching and unclenching her ass cheeks with every pelvic jolt she made. The two thrust and convulsed electrically into one another with rhythm, dancing to the song made by their cries of ecstasy and the moist, wet mashing of flowery flesh on flowery flesh.
