My name is Rebecca, more commonly known as Becky. When I turned sixteen I went through an 'I'm an adult. Call me Rebecca' phase but did it work? Not so you'd notice. Becky I was and Becky I would remain. Now that I'm twenty that sort of thing doesn't worry me. I am who I am and what people call me doesn't matter. (Unless it's my brother doing the calling and the names he uses are likely to get him a kick in the shins.)
It was summer and the parents had rented a house at the beach for a fortnight. Seeing they were paying I was quite happy to go on holiday with them. I had no objection to spending a lazy two weeks with the sun, surf, and sand.
The first week was a lot of fun. I met up with some old friends and made some new ones. I swam, and sun bathed, and surfed, idly flirting with the boys who were quite willing to flirt back.
The second week started with a change of weather. The first week and been fine and sunny. Monday of the second week started with the temperature rising rapidly, continuing to climb all day, an absolute scorcher of a day. That night we had the air conditioner running full on, trying to combat the heat. The next couple of days were the same, the heat totally enervating with the air conditioners struggling each night to cool the house enough to let us catch a bit of sleep.
Thursday we had relief from the heat when a predicted cool change swept in late in the afternoon. It seemed to me that the temperature went from one hundred plus degrees Fahrenheit to about eighty in no time flat. Still plenty hot but such a relief after the earlier heat.
That night I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling hot and restless. Opening the window I caught a mild breeze blowing in off the water, a lovely cool breeze. Now the house that we were renting was on the beach side of the road. All I had to do to go to the beach was step out the gate in the back fence and voila, there was the sea and the sand. I decided that I'd just go ahead and do that little thing.
I slipped on some sandals and slipped out the back door and down to the beach. Perhaps I should have got dressed first, but what the hell. I was wearing baby-doll pyjamas and they covered me quite adequately. Probably more so than the bikinis I wear.
Once on the beach I dropped down onto a grass covered dune facing the water, relishing that gentle breeze. A breeze strong enough to be damp from the water and cool me down but gentle enough not to gather any sand. In my opinion that was a well-trained breeze.
The moon was full and high, shining brightly upon the beach. I could see and hear splashes out in the water, fish jumping out of the water and splashing back in, probably on the run from a predator. I let my mind drift, just gazing blankly across the water, no worries or cares. I was just peacefully lying there.
With me relaxed like that, my mind just drifting away, I'd hazard a guess and say a herd of elephants might have strolled down the beach without me really seeing them. Oh, I'd have seen them all right. It would be a bit hard to miss a herd of elephants wandering past, but I doubt they'd have really registered until after they were gone. (At which time I'd probably sit up yelling, "What the fuck?")
That's the only reason I can come up with as to why I didn't notice Jay until he was actually lying down on the dune next to me. In fact it wasn't until his hand slipped up my pyjama top and cupped my breast that I snapped out of my daze.
My eyes opened wide and my mouth followed suit, ready to yell at him for taking liberties. Before I could get a word out his hand was lightly touching my mouth and he was shaking his head, silently telling me not to speak.
His sheer unmitigated gall kept me silent while he stroked my breasts. He'd pushed my pyjama top up (easy to do) and my breasts were exposed, his hand running back and forth between them, enjoying them. I have to admit that I was also enjoying the feel of his hands on me. I could feel my nipples puckering under his touch and delicious little thrills ran through me.
His hand drifted away from my breasts with his mouth taking possession instead. That was somewhat different and I grabbed a handful of hair to pull his head away. Something went wrong between the grabbing and the pulling resulting in me clutching his hair while his mouth moved around my breasts, tasting them, kissing them, and, damn him, sucking lightly on my nipples, and that last was doing peculiar things to me.
I'd just about reached the point where I was going to ignore his exhortation to silence and speak when I lost my breath completely from shock. While he was sucking on my nipples his hand slipped under the bottom half of my baby-dolls. I mean, there're pyjamas, and very loose ones at that. I see no reason to wear panties while I sleep so when his hand slipped into my pyjamas it immediately closed over my mound, giving it a quick squeeze and then rubbing it.
I grabbed his wrist, and damned quickly, trying to pull his hand away. It just stayed right where it was, only his fingers continuing to move, and that was more than enough movement for anyone.
"Jay," I finally managed to say, meaning to vigorously protest and suggest he cease and desist. Unfortunately that one word was all I got to say. He started kissing me and I found myself kissing him back, partly in relief as he pulled his hand away from where he was touching me.
He stroked my hips while he kissed me and that I didn't mind nearly so much. It still felt nice and it also meant that he wasn't touching me quite so intimately.
It wasn't until later that I was able to figure out exactly what had happened. While Jay distracted me by kissing me that stroking of my hips was really him pushing my baby-dolls down, leaving me somewhat exposed. I assume that is also when he found time to push his own shorts down. The following is what I knew was happening.
Jay suddenly caught my lower lip between his teeth, holding it firmly, meaning I couldn't move my head. After that he was moving over on top of me, pushing my legs further apart. To complete his little coup I found his cock was now seeking entrance, an entrance I wasn't in a position to resist.
As soon as his cock started making headway he released my lip and resumed the kissing. Even as I was trying to pull my lips away from his I could feel him surging triumphantly into me, his cock full and ready, eager to get to work.
By the time he lifted his lips I was in a hopeless position. His hands were caressing my breasts and his clock was sliding gently back and forth, with me moving in time to its gentle urgings, feeling all those lovely sensations that come with that sort of thing.
I suppose, all things considered, that I should have told him to cease and desist, immediately or sooner, but what would be the use of that? He was already firmly inside me and had set up a rhythm to which I was responding quite naturally. I somehow doubted that he'd listen if I told him to stop and I suspect I'd have been disappointed if he did.
With no effective choice in the matter I went along with him, quite content to let things play out.
Jay was in no rush. Not for him a fast thrust and a faster workout. He was taking his time, obviously enjoying the feel of his cock moving inside me, the heated friction of it rubbing against me bringing both of us pleasure.
What I did find slightly odd about the whole deal was that it was conducted in silence, apart from the sound of our heavy breathing and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and even that was muted thanks to his easy approach. Apart from that one exclamation of Jay's name I hadn't said anything, and that was one word more than what Jay had said. This was especially odd for me as I normally chatter during sex - possibly a nervous reaction with me thinking I shouldn't be doing it. Having no say in the matter this time apparently meant no guilty feelings.
