Our Hot Outer Bans Summer

This story will be broken into two parts due to the length, so if you like the first half, make sure you come back for the second half, which I think is a little better and will be published soon.

Prologue

Last week, my wife and I were cleaning out our attic and we came across a box with some of our old college stuff in it. Most of it was junk, but at the bottom were two different spiral-bound notebooks. After reading the first page, I quickly realized what it was. These were our journals about the first summer we lived together at the beach in North Carolina. We had both completely forgotten about these journals. It had been almost 20 years since that amazing summer. Maybe I should explain why we would have needed journals, as I'm sure you're wondering.

That summer, we had been dating for a little less than two years. We attended different colleges on the East Coast, but we were only two hours apart by car. We usually saw each other once a month, generally alternating who drove to the other. It was a long-distance relationship, which usually don't work, but in our case, it did. Maybe it worked because we both came from long-term relationships. I think we made a lot of our mistakes there, but we also learned some key ideas.

One of the main traits we both cherished was independence and trust. Which really meant we both valued our free time and trusted each other to make smart decisions. Both of our exes were very jealous people, so I think we made a very concerted effort not to be like that. The other very important trait that I believe was the real key to success was communication.

We were actually each other's second, regarding sex, which is how this story even came about. Being overly practical individuals, we openly talked and basically understood that we were going to get married at some point. It was less a question of if but more a question of when. We wanted to wait until at least our mid-20s. This led us to a very important discussion we had prior to heading down to the beach. I don't want to bore you with all the details, but it basically boiled down to us sowing our wild oats.

With great trepidation, I expressed my feelings about only having slept with two people my whole life. I explained that I was nervous, that in the future, that would get to me. I entirely expected Brook to lay into me about not loving her and wanting to break up with me. Instead, to my shock, she said she felt the same way. Brook was not overly sexual, so this blew me away. I never expected this response. This is why I say open communication is the key to life. You never know how someone else feels until you ask.

Once my head was put back together from blowing apart, I managed to keep my cool and ask her what she might think was a good plan to sow our oats.

"I was afraid to bring it up with you, but I was thinking maybe we can use this summer to fulfill some of our fantasies before we get older and more committed."

"I'm not going to lie; I was thinking the same thing, but realistically, I don't know how I'm going to feel about you being with other men. You also might not like me being with other women. How do you know this won't break us apart and end in disaster?"

"Honestly, I don't. However, if it does, doesn't it simply mean that we weren't meant to be together or that we had other problems? Perhaps even worse, we would do these things after we were married where it would be more damaging. I think it's best we do this now. Young and dumb exists for a reason," she said.

"How do you envision this working? I mean, we are going to be living together. Won't people be a little suspicious or turned off by that?"

"That's a good point. I don't think that many people will see us together, so I'm sure we can get away with saying we are friends from college. If we have separate rooms at the house, nobody will care. As long as we don't act like jealous lovers, nobody would have any reason to be suspicious."

"I think you're right. People will believe whatever they want, if it's plausible enough, they aren't going to analyze it in depth. It's the beach and everyone just wants to get laid," I laughed.

"I think it would be best if we wrote everything down in a journal and then at the end of the summer we'll swap journals, therefore we have no secrets. The journal should act like an inner monologue so we know what the person was thinking and feeling versus only what happened. Again, the intent isn't to hide things from each other during the summer either, but obviously we won't know everything and it'll be easier if we aren't constantly sharing every hookup. Plus, we'll get to know more about each other and it might be kind of hot to read," Brook said.

That's the conversation, as best I can remember it. The basic concept was that we were going to be single for the summer, while living together. We went into more detail, but there weren't really any rules other than don't emotionally fall for someone. I think we both knew this was technically impossible to ask, but we had to say it. All it really meant was that we shouldn't couple up with someone for the summer, as that kind of defeated the purpose. Repeat encounters were fine, but not with one person the whole time. We would each have our own rooms in the house to keep up the façade, but we would still spend nights together if we were home alone.

I know many people will think this was a terrible idea or couldn't do it themselves and we totally get that. Although, I will add that I feel like we were trend-setters. This type of thing has become much more common over the years. Definitely not for everyone; however we are still married to each other, hence I think it was the right thing for us. I probably should've added a spoiler alert there in case anyone thought there was going to be drama. There is no drama and there are no losers if you were here for that.

We spent the evening reading our own journals and then the other's. I can't remember the last time Brook was so wet and horny. I forgot how much fun that summer was. We really wanted to turn our journals into something positive and long-lasting. Basically, not lost in an attic for another 20 years. We decided it would be fun to type them up and merge them into one story.

The following are excerpts from our journals and we added either context or extra material as we remembered it, plus current thoughts about the past. The conversations aren't always verbatim (just what we thought was said) and we did edit some stuff out that we felt wasn't important to the reader. If nothing else, Brook and I have had lots of sex as we reread our adventures. I honestly forgot about some of these and I'm now really glad we wrote stuff down. This was before cell phones, therefore we have very few pictures to remember anything by.

We decided to alternate our journal entries as best we could and arrange them in chronological order, alternating between the two of us. Brook is going to start things off. Again, these are not our exact journal entries, we've edited them to add thoughts we have now about what happened. The journals were mostly a reminder to us to fill in the story details for each other. As a result, the verb tense may change as if we're experiencing it in the present or talking about it in the past. Hopefully, that doesn't get confusing, as we aren't professional writers. Focus on the content is what I'm trying to say.

Journal entry, Brook, June 4th

I couldn't believe that Travis had suggested that we have a wild summer apart from each other. He always treated me so well that I assumed that he would be jealous of me being with another guy. I was shocked when he suggested we go single for the summer. Of course, a small part of me was a little disappointed that he was ok with that, but I couldn't be a hypocrite. I wanted the exact same thing and it didn't make me love him any less. I naturally assumed he felt the same way and that made everything ok for me. One big takeaway I had from my previous relationship was not to assume anyone else's feelings; therefore I had to take him at his word. No need to analyze if it was true or not.

It was very nice of Travis' parents to let us stay at the house that summer. We kind of lucked out, really. Originally, they were planning on living there for the summer, thus it wasn't rented out, nor were they expecting to get any money for rentals that summer. Remember, this was pre-internet app world. You couldn't simply last-minute rent your place like you can now. There were contracts and agents, not like Air BnB is now.

Travis' dad got hit with a last-minute work trip that sent him to California for six months. His mom was a personal trainer. She could technically work from anywhere and decided to go with him. That left us alone with a beach house, or maybe I should say bay house since we were on the bay side with a canal. Lucky for us, there was a ski boat that we could also use, which was great because I really wanted to learn how to wakeboard.

The house itself wasn't huge per se. It had three bedrooms on the main floor, a living room that had windows facing the canals, a small kitchen and an upstairs loft that looked out over the living room. The house was on stilts, so you could park underneath and there was an outdoor shower down there as well. That was one of my favorite parts. It was enclosed in wood with a wraparound bench. Nothing super fancy, but I guess it was exciting to take a shower outside. You could be an exhibitionist without really showing anyone. There was also a huge wood deck that led to the boat lift. There were plenty of chairs and benches to sit on out there. All in all, it was going to be a great place to spend the summer, rent-free.

Another cool little toy that we had was a Honda 110 trail motorcycle. It was like a moped in the way it rode/looked, yet it was faster. I think the top speed was 50 mph or something. We didn't use it much other than to check the waves on the beach side or drive down to a private beach within the neighborhood. Again, nothing special or fancy, but it was nice to have and fun to ride on. I thought maybe we could ride it to work, but after seeing the main street on weekends, that was going to be a hard pass.

Speaking of jobs, the first thing we had to do when we got down there was find jobs. I must have applied to 15 restaurants. That meant filling out 15 paper applications. I thought my hand was going to fall off. I didn't have any waitress experience, hence it was kind of tough going. Luckily, I got hired as a hostess at Awful Arthur's. It was a famous seafood joint in the Outer Banks. I wouldn't make as much as a hostess, but it was still a paycheck. I had a job lined up at a big financial institution in the fall, so money was not the highest priority, which I understand was a luxury not everyone had, especially down there. I only needed enough money to pay for my food and activities; savings would come later, I figured.

Journal entry, Travis, June 6th

Brook found a job faster than I did, even though she had no experience in the service industry. I'm sure part of that was her looks. A 5'4" blonde with C-cups that weighed 125lbs tends to get noticed. I was no slouch myself, but let's face it, guys don't get much from looks alone. Despite taking an extra day and extra applications, I did manage to find a bus boy job at an upscale restaurant. This actually suited me just fine because I preferred not to interact with people. I still got tipped out at the end of the night, but it wasn't as much as the servers. Like Brook, I had a job lined up with the government that started in October. Financially, I was in the same boat as her, although at a lower salary.

Our beach jobs wanted both of us to start on a Monday when things were slower, which gave us a few days to enjoy the area before starting the work grind. The schedule would be slightly different every week, but both of us were only working four days a week. The nice part is that we both started at 4pm and got off around 10pm, so there was plenty of time to do stuff together if we wanted to during the day.

One of the first things we did together was take a drive down towards Cape Hatteras to go surfing. There is a huge chunk of land between Nags Head and Hatteras that has these fairly empty beaches. Sometimes they had good surf breaks, but it changed from year to year based on the movement of the sandbars. You had to kind of check them out every season to see which ones were worth going to.

Neither one of us was an expert surfer, but we were good enough to know if the waves were decent. It was only supposed to be knee to waist high that day, which was perfect for us getting back into it. I took my 7'2" funboard that I preferred to use on smaller days and Brook took my mom's huge 11' long board. I had other boards for bigger days, but that day wasn't one of them. You usually need a hurricane off the coast for it to get really big and break out the short boards.

I remember pulling into the first parking lot that had about five cars in it, which was kind of a lot for the area. It gave me hope that the break might be good there. We left everything in the car and trekked out over the sand until we could see the waves. After watching the set come in, we determined pretty quickly that the sandbar wasn't working there. Definitely no one surfing either. We jumped back in the car and headed down a few miles to the next parking lot. This lot only had two other cars in it. As we crested the dune, we knew we were in luck. The set rolled in and we could see a nice peeling wave form on the sandbar. Even better, nobody else was out surfing. It was only two families playing in the shallows.

We grabbed our towels and boards and made our way out to the spot. It was early in the season, thus the water wasn't as warm as it usually is. We both decided to go with wetsuit tops and not the whole wetsuit getup, which is annoying to put on. The tops kept you just warm enough if the water was over 70 degrees. Those first few steps into the ocean are always the worst. No matter what the temperature, it's always jarring. Right after we paddled out, we noticed that both families were packing up their stuff to leave. We were going to have the beach to ourselves, as it turned out.

We surfed for about an hour and a half before our arms couldn't take it anymore and we decided to paddle in. The cool part about this surf break was that there were two sandbars. The outer sandbar had the waves for us, then a deep part and then another sandbar. That made the inner sandbar a nice shallow area in the water that wasn't getting constantly hit with waves. That's probably why the two families were there. After staring at Brooks fantastic ass all day on the board, it also gave me a pretty good idea. Even after seeing her naked all these times, I still found myself trying to catch a glimpse of her cameltoe. Today she was rocking some serious cameltoe due to the pink bikini bottoms she was wearing. It was very noticeable and making me very horny.

Journal entry, Brook, June 6th

I remember our first surf day being such a great experience. The waves were perfect for getting back out there. Not too big, not too small, but right in the sweet spot for me. Travis usually likes them a little bigger, but I think even he was happy to have a good practice day. By the end of surfing, my arms were killing me. I was looking forward to laying out in the sun once we paddled back in and getting some sun. When we got to the inner sand bar, things took an unexpected turn. Travis had that look he gets when he's horny and I knew he wanted to do something. He was very predictable in that manner.

"I've been staring at your sexy ass all day and I think it's time we do something about it."

"Travis, you know I hate water sex; let's just get to the beach and warm up. We can fool around on the beach, I promise."

"I'm not talking about sex sex; I'm talking about Clinton sex."

"I don't really see how that is going to work out here. What do you have in mind?"

"I've got an idea that I think you'll like. Lay down on your back on the board with your legs hanging off the back and I'll take care of the rest."

Travis let his board float next to him with the leash still attached as he approached. Luckily, my long board was very stable to lay on. He started by stroking my legs. He ran his fingers along the inside of my thigh, starting at the knee and stopping just short of my bikini. His actions had an immediate calming effect on me. I closed my eyes and let the sun warm my body as my boyfriend had free reign over my lower half. Travis probably spent about five minutes caressing my legs. He had remarkable self-restraint to not touch my pussy, I was kind of proud of him. He knows me though and he knows that anticipation is a key ingredient in turning me on. With that, I had a fleeting thought about whether any of my future hookups would know that and if it wouldn't be any good.

I didn't have time to dwell on that fact, as I felt Travis pulling the crotch of my bikini to the side. We had experimented with light public stuff in the past, but this was a whole new level for us. It was pretty exhilarating. I found myself becoming wetter than normal. The thought of someone coming over the dunes and catching us had my heart racing. That contrast between pleasure and fear was something new and exciting for me. It was only our first week here and I was already learning new stuff about myself.

Travis began to run his finger through my fairly untamed pubic hair. In retrospect, it took me longer than other girls to catch on to the whole shaving thing. Travis never seemed to mind, so at the time I was all natural with a dark bush that didn't match my blonde hair for some reason. Carpets don't always match the drapes. However, I loved when he ran his fingers through my pubic hair, which is probably why I never cut it. It was such a pleasant feeling. Half tease, half pleasure, just knowing that he was extraordinarily close to my pleasure center without touching it.

After caressing me for a bit, I felt him squeezing my labia together right over my clit. He basically massaged my clit with my outer lips. It felt fucking amazing. My juices were really starting to flow; I could feel the moisture build up. He continued this for a little bit before I finally felt him start to kiss my inner thighs. Travis started around mid-thigh, working his way inward. As he got to my pussy each time, he would run his tongue from the bottom of my pussy up to my clit and then give my clit a little kiss before moving over to the other leg to repeat. It was driving me crazy. I needed relief very badly.

I think Travis could tell by the way I was squirming and moaning that it was time to finish me off. On his last pass, he stayed with my clit. At first, he started with a very flat tongue and licked it slowly. Occasionally, he would dip into my dripping juices and bring it up to lube my clit even more. Once he finished with that, he would start running circles around my nub while he increased the pressure ever so gently until he was really sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

"Oooohhh god Travis...yesssss...that feels so damn good. Ugghhh...ahhah...oh god...oh god...I'm gonna cum baby...stick your finger in me!!"

As his finger entered me, my orgasm crashed over me like the waves beyond the sandbar. I thrust my hips into the air, trying to get more contact and nearly fell off the board. Travis kept his tongue lightly on my clit while his finger pumped slowly into me. When it was finally over, I collapsed on my surfboard, floating in the sun, in complete bliss. I almost fell asleep in that position when I heard the Velcro of his boardshorts, followed shortly by a large cock flopping down on my mouth.