A cloudy sky blanketed Malibu; the clouds threatened to break open at any moment. I lay in my Reflection hammock, watching the sky and listened as the waves crashed onto the shore with a dangerous vengeance. My daughter and I never missed Reflection day at the end of each month. It had been hard not to push my beliefs off onto my daughter as I raised her, but I had managed to let her find her own way in life. However, Reflection day is something she and I both agreed on. It's an important day for us because it was a day for us to Reflect upon the important things in our life, upon the mistakes we've made and what we can do to avoid making the same mistakes again. It's a day for us to think about our hopes and dreams, what we want out of life and find a positive way to make them happen. I chose today to Reflect on the circumstances surrounding my daughter's conception and birth, and why her mother isn't here to Reflect with us...
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I remember my parents trying to shove their self-righteous religious beliefs down my throat, but I wouldn't have any of that. I had always considered myself to be a laid back person, following no religion, but seeming more spiritual more than anything else. My parents brought out something in me that I didn't life, this intense anger and frustration any time they were around. I started to become an evil person; I did anything I could to make their life a living hell. The last time I saw my parents, my mother laid her hands on me. That was the last straw, so I packed up as much of my stuff as I could and left without looking back. My best friend, Steve, was there for me. His parents took me in with open arms. I could be my true self around them; I wasn't the evil person my parents saw. I easily fell into the extremely laid back routine they lived.
After I had been living there for several months, Paul, Steve's dad, mentioned to us that we should form a band when he heard us strumming our guitars and singing in the backyard. "It's a good way to get the ladies," he had said. We thought about it, and decided it would be a good idea. Steve and I both loved to play our guitars and we were really good at it. We had some friends that played different instruments. The band had barely been together long before the local girls got curious about us. They came around often and sat on the couches we put in the garage, which became our band space. Paul and his wife, Carla, parked their cars in the driveway instead so we could have a place of our own to practice. Paul and his band practiced in the basement of their house. It didn't take long before the band was good enough to play at local venues, and that's when the groupies came to us.
The slutty girls would sit in on our practices, which were often cut short because they wanted to give us head. They were always horny, so when practice was cut short no one complained. There was a girl, often two girls, for every guy in the room. It was a good thing that the garage space was our own because Paul and Carla would have killed me and Steve if they found out we were having sex with all of these girls while they were in the house across the driveway. I could barely remember the names of any of the girls; I didn't care enough to remember their names because I didn't want to have a girlfriend. I had lost my virginity at a young age to no one special. I had sex with all of these girls because it felt good to be wanted. However, there were consequences to our actions we never cared to think about.
We threw a party for my birthday on a private beach that belonged to Paul and Carla. Everyone that attended supplied their own beer and every pocket available had a bag of weed that everyone smoked. The party filled quickly with drunken people dancing around the bon fire. No one cared that our band played a bad set because we were all high as a kite. While we played, I caught the eyes of a beautiful girl dancing. It was easy to see that she had been drinking, even without noticing the beer can in her hand. The way she moved was mesmerizing. The fire light flickered all over her body, casting interesting shadows over her skin. I knew I needed to talk to this girl so after our last song, I put my guitar back in its case and walked over to her. Her eyes lit up like she recognized me but I had no idea who she was. She squealed my name, "Ian!" Then she threw her arms around my neck, sloshing her beer across my shirtless body. I wrapped my arms around her body and smelled the faint scent of her perfume on her neck. Amongst the smell of beer and weed, I could smell vanilla. "What's your name, beautiful?" I asked her. She grinned at me and said, "I'm Mindy! I've been keeping tabs on your band, the music is so great!" She said enthusiastically.
"Mindy, that's a nice name. Do you want to take a walk with me?" I inquired.
Mindy grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the group of people around the fire. I caught Steve's gaze as we walked away. He grinned at me and gave me double thumbs up. He and I knew what was going to be happening with this beautiful girl. I made sure to grab two fresh cans of ice cold beer out of a cooler as she dragged me away. We were far enough away from the fire that I could block it out with my thumb held at arm's length. The two of us were quiet for a moment while we listened to the faint laughter from the people around the fire. The waves rolled smoothly onto the beach but we were far enough back from the water that we didn't get wet. I looked up at the moon; it was high and bright in the sky. The brightness of the moon made me glance at Mindy. She was swaying her hips to the music that must be in her head while she sipped from her beer can. She noticed my gaze and smiled.
"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked. Her green eyes were large and bright in the light of the moon. I nodded my head and my eyes roamed her sexy body. She was only wearing a pair of shorts over her bikini bottoms and I don't think she came to the party with a shirt. I walked toward Mindy and swept her up in my arms, twirling her part of the way around. As I set her down, our lips met. There was something about Mindy that made me want to keep sweet with her. I kissed her softly and very slowly until we were breathless.
"Wow," she whispered when I pulled away to catch air in my lungs. She touched a few fingers to her lips and smiled. "That was the best kiss I've ever had," she admitted. "Let me doing something for the birthday boy..." Mindy stepped closer to me and looked me in the eyes as she unsnapped the button on my cut-off jean shorts. I was considerably taller than Mindy, so she kissed her way down my tight chest until she reached my hips. She tugged down my shorts, letting them fall into the sand. I wore nothing under them so my hard dick bobbed freely in the cool evening air, sending a chill through my spine.
"Oh, this is very nice," Mindy mused. She winked up at me as she wrapped a hand around the base of my dick. Mindy licked her lips in a seductive manner before swiping the tip of her tongue slowly across the head of my dick, wiping clean the pre-cum that had started to ooze out. I moaned instantly at the contact. I really liked having my dick sucked, and it really didn't take much for me to cum from the simplest manipulation. I was distinctly aware of the pressure of her hand around my thick dick, though average in length. Mindy licked around the head, and then slowly eased it in her mouth. "Yeah, that's nice," I breathed. Encouraged, Mindy inhaled my member deep into her mouth. She gagged easily when it started to bump the back of her throat. Mindy pulled further back and worked it easily in and out of her mouth at a steady pace that worked best for her, while her hand twisted and pumped along the slick skin at the base. She may not be pro, but what she was doing to me still felt great. I held her dark blond hair back from her pretty face and watched my dick disappear into her mouth. She managed to take me further in without gagging as much. I groaned when I hit the back of her throat and slid down momentarily. She looked up at me and held my gaze, putting more effort into bringing forth an orgasm. It was fast approaching, so I held her head in place. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and looked up at me curiously. "I don't want to cum just yet, and I'll definitely cum if you continue that!" I chuckled.
I pulled Mindy up from her kneeling position and kissed her deeply. My hands roamed her body and pulled down her shorts. My teeth grazed her earlobe, tugging it lightly. This caused her to moan, and she moaned even more when I slipped my hand beneath the waist band of her bikini bottoms. I found her pussy smooth, except for a small patch of hair above the slit. I traveled further and found her wet – very wet. I groaned into her ear. With my hand still in her suit, I wrapped my other arm around her and pulled her down on top of me in the sand. I played with her pussy while she straddled me.
Mindy grasped my dick and shifted her bathing suit to the side. I removed my hand and watched as she rubbed the tip of my dick along the wetness of her folds a few times before easing me inside her; I slipped in easily because of how wet she was. We groaned pleasurably as she sunk all the way down the length of me. Mindy instantly took the lead with only a moment to adjust to my girth inside her, then she was rocking her hips slowly up and down. I placed my hands upon her hips to guide her, though she certainly didn't need my help. I moved my hips in perfect sync to Mindy's movement in order to drive deep into her pussy. She was so tight; it felt ridiculous when the walls of her cunt contracted around me. I couldn't stop moaning, this girl was driving me insane. She started to buck her hips faster and harder with the encouragement from my moans. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and guided her up and down on my shaft, lifting her and slamming her back down. Her small, perky tits bounced hypnotically before my eyes in the confines of her bikini top.
I shoved one of the triangle patches of Mindy's bikini top up to expose the jiggling flesh and squeezed it in my hand. Mindy groaned and bit her bottom lip when I pinched and twisted the tiny nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Fuck, I love that. Pinch it harder," she begged. Being the kind man I am, I obliged and manipulated the nub further. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mindy's voice became high pitched as she fell forward onto my, resting her elbows in the sand on either side of my body and began to piston her cunt along my shaft. With the quickening of the pace, I groaned and arched my back a little. I wrapped my arms tight around Mindy's small frame and fucked my cock deep into her. I rolled us over so I was on time and started to fuck her harder and faster. Mindy's orgasm came and went, but I was determined to give her at least one more before my own seed spilled over.
