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I take a deep breath, and inhale the salty air that is filled with the aroma of taffy, roasting peanuts, and the musty smell of metallic amusement.
Weâre holding hands, she rubs her thumb along the bottom of mine and I squeeze her hand tighter, communicating without words. We walk past the Million-Dollar pier. Thatâs where we first met and shared our first kiss. Sometimes she still calls me her million-dollar girl.
Back in the days before Iâd really known her I used to come to the beach just to watch her. All Iâd known about her was she liked corn dogs, but only with mustard and she drank more orange soda than anyone Iâd ever seen.
She had at least 10 bikinis but she never wore the matching tops and bottoms together. She had friends, they were always with her as if the three of them were connected at the hip and there were always boys. Boys that would talk to her and try for hours to make her laugh just so her teeth would glint in the sunlight as she tossed her black hair over a sun bronzed shoulder.
I envied those boys, the ones who were close enough to touch her. Iâd have traded almost anything to bring her an orange Crush and have her fingertips brush mine as she took the can. Iâd lay on my stomach with my sunglasses on and stare her way for hours.
Even after I turned over I would glance her way from time to time and concentrate on trying to single out her voice among the noise of the beach. And when she rose to go into the ocean my mouth would always go dry when I saw how her swimsuit had crept up into her secret places. There was always that pale innocent skin where the sun had not touched. Her hand would pull at the material covering the skin again but I always waited for those brief seconds.
One day in the middle of the summer when the heat wave had been going strong for weeks, and it was 93 degrees at ten oâclock in the morning I went to the beach. There were already people there lethargic from the heat and sun.
Even the ocean provided no solace. The water was too warm and the sun dried you before you reached the edge. By the time you got back to your towel there was no need for it. I was wandering around near the piers looking for shade and a little coolness.
The red bikini I wore seemed unbearably hot though I was practically naked. My long dark hair was piled into an unkempt bun and I could see the glare of the sun on the white sand despite my sunglasses. I wished I could find some cool sand to dig my toes in, even my flip-flops seemed to hot to have to bear.
I had my head bent trying to at least keep the sun from my face. As I walked I passed an unattended cooler an filched a couple beers from itâs icy depths then I hurried away and headed under the Million dollar pier
It wasnât that muvh cooler but least it kept me from being directly in the sun. Sitting on my towel I twisted the cap from the one of the stolen beers and took a long taste. I almost spit it right out I couldnât see what the big deal was to me the beer was horrible. Still I took another swallow only a sip this time. The liquid was cold at least. Plus I wasnât going to pass up a chance to be grown or to have the thrill of rebellion rushing through my veins.
I did a bit of people watching. A woman walked hauling a flailing toddler along behind her as she balanced five bags on her small shoulders. A young tan blond haired surfer waxing his board. A man who had far too much hair in places hair didnât belong. I knew I was looking for her among all those people I also knew she wasnât there.
My eyes had scanned the crowd in both directions; maybe she wasnât coming today. My heart sort of sank at the thought. I stayed under the pier for 15 more minutes I didnât even finish half of the first beer. I started to get up and leave when I saw her heading down the beach. I settled back, maybe I would just watch her from here for a few moments. She was getting closer and closer to the pier my heart was beating faster as she dipped her head beneath the pier and sat down. I didnât know what to say so I didnât say anything.
âHi Iâm Riley I looked at her. And spoke quickly âHello, my name is Jamie.â âWell Jamie itâs nice to meet youâ
She took the beer from the sand beside me âyou mind?â I shook my head âno, go ahead.â We sat there drinking in silence for a few moments then she turned to me âwhy do you always watch me?â
âWhat?â
âWhy do you always watch me?â
I bit my lip and pushed a curl behind my ear. I really had nothing to lose by telling her the truth.Aside from that I couldnât think of a feasible lie anyhow.
âI think youâre pretty.â Those were the best words I could come up with just then to articulate what I was trying to say. Iâd had a million conversations with her in my head but in that moment I couldnât remember any of them.
âDo you want to kiss me?â She asked casually as she reached up and pulled the sunglasses from my face. For the first time I was looking directly into her gray eyes. She was smiling and my eyes drifted to her pink lips I nodded. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. She tasted like salt and vinegar potato chips, beer and summer as she pulled my bottom lip between hers and sucked it gently.
I could feel the silky hair at the base of her neck as I drew her closer exploring her mouth with my tongue. Her hands caressed my back before she moved them to free my hair. The soft black waves washed over her hands and flowed down to the middle of my back. Her fingers lingered in my hair even as we parted.
She was holding my head forcing me to look into her eyes. For all my observation I had never noticed the flecks of hazel in her gray eyes. I sat there my hand still on the base of her neck staring into her eyes. After a few moments she leaned her forehead against mine and whispered âI think youâre pretty too.â
I couldnât help but smile as I leaned in and kissed her again, just briefly pressing my lips to hers. I wanted to kiss her secret places, spread her lovely legs and taste her right there on my fuzzy blue beach towel beneath the pier, but more than that I wanted to know her. After all those weeks of watching her I couldnât bear to think of her as a summer quickie, or a brief interlude between beach trash novels, corn dogs and waves.
When I pulled away I couldnât keep the smile from my lips and despite her tan she was blushing a little under my gaze. I linked my hand with hers and said
âSo how did you know I was down here?â