The Kiss on the Beach 






   I stood there on the beach, watching the moonlight sparkle off the water 
brilliant, but mostly watching Trina.  It was low tide, and she was standing 
further out than I was, to the point where the black water was just breaking 
over her tall pink flip-flops as the waves gently rolled in.  She was 
wearing a pair of dark jeans, streaked with remnants of paint, and a brown 
t-shirt with a sparkly pink horse on the front, which was probably also 
flecked with paint if one looked closely enough.  Trina was like that - some 
things mattered (paint), and some things didn't (jeans).  I liked that in a 
woman.

   ***

   I had almost decided not to come.  Commencement was over, and I had a lot 
of packing to do before I left for my summer job on the other side of the 
country.  The preceding days had been hot and humid and high stress.  I was 
worn out, mentally and physically, and making my life significantly more 
complicated was something I wasn't sure I was ready to do.

   I had been dating this other girl, Abby for almost a year and a half, 
and, while I was not quite ready to break up with her, things had not been 
going well.  We had both been busy, and there was little time to see each 
other, which meant that the time we did have was mostly spend having sex.  
And that is always a bad sign.

   Abbey was the complete opposite of Trina.  Abbey was tall, blond, 
Midwestern, and an athlete in every way.  There wasn't an ounce of fat on 
her, but she was a broad-shouldered polish girl with small breasts and lots 
of muscle.  I was her first serious boyfriend, and had wound up as such as 
much because I was lonely and depressed as because I was attracted to her.  
Things changed though in the year and a half, and I would have been lying to 
say that I did not find her attractive in her own way.  She was pretty, not 
particularly outgoing, and compulsively planned everything in a way that 
drove me nuts.  While she had become a sexual girl, she did not start out 
that way, and her sense of what constituted sexy was still horrendously 
underdeveloped.

   Trina was different.  First, she was hot.  She was a short New York 
jewish girl, under 5 feet, with great boobs that were bigger than Abbey's, 
and a nicely rounded ass, which, despite the fact that I generally preferred 
slim-hipped girls, I found incredibly attractive.  She was loud, 
chain-smoking and foul-mouthed in a way that was inexplicably sexy.   She 
had style.  She was an incredibly talented artist, and equally knowledgeable 
in history, philosophy and politics.  She had been dating a real pretty boy 
for nearly as long as I had been with Abbey, but he had just graduated, 
leaving her a free woman.

   Trina and I had been flirty heavily for the last few weeks, although, for 
as long as I've known her, I can always remember an element of flirtation 
present.  So when she pressed me to join the group of 6 or 7 of our friends 
who were headed to a guy's place on the New Hampshire coast for the weekend, 
I knew that this would be the end of the delicate dance, we'd both been 
doing for the last few weeks.  We'd spent all day flirting with each other, 
only to go home and fuck our brains out with our respective significant 
others, before coming back to party together.

   I really agonized over whether or not I should go, since going almost 
directly translated into cheating on Abbey with Trina.  I had always counted 
fidelity as one of my greatest attributes, and so this was no light 
decision.  In the end, I decided that I would be kicking myself forever if I 
didn't go.  It would be like the time the girl I'd had a crush on for 2 
years came over to offer me one of the cookies she was eating after 
middle-school, and I'd said no because I wasn't hungry.

  So I'd driven the 3 hours up, and this was my chance.  Everyone else was 
back sitting on the boulders that constituted the shore a little further 
down.  I knew that this opportunity wouldn't last forever - the water was 
cold, and Trina would eventually wonder back to the group if I didn't 
provide a good enough reason not to.  This thought caused enough adrenaline 
to enter my system that my heart rate must have doubled.

   I'd kissed other girls before, but Ashley was the first one I'd ever 
really kissed myself (as opposed to having been kissed by) and that had been 
something of a disaster.  I watched Trina standing there against the 
backdrop of the black sky and black ocean streaked with shards of moonlight. 
  I thanked the powers that be for giving me such a good opportunity.

   The acute moral crisis from which I'd been suffering all day was suddenly 
abated by my overwhelming desire for Trina.  With my heart pumping like I'd 
just run marathon, I swallowed and walked over to where Trina stood.

   I don't recall if any words were said, or how exactly things progressed, 
but the next thing I remember, I was leaning down to kiss Trina's upturned 
face.  Electric shocks sparked though my body as our lips touched.  We clung 
to each other in the moonlight, as I delicately explored her mouth with my 
tongue.  Her mouth, her lips, her tongue were all tiny compared to what I 
had become used to.  I ran my hand through her dark hair and across her 
back, as she dropped away from the kiss.  I realized she'd been standing on 
tip-toes the whole time.

   I bent over further, and we kissed again.  She pressed her face against 
mine, and I felt her small tongue dart into my mouth for a second before she 
pulled back, only to repeat.  Even the way she kissed in small installments 
was unspeakably sexy and exciting.  The next time I kissed Ashley, I was 
left with the impression I was frenching a horse.

   Eventually, Trina and I broke the kiss for real.  I opened my eyes to see 
LUST writ large across her little face, before she opened her eyes.  We 
stood there for a while more, hugging each other against the cold night air 
before returning to the shore and the others.

   ***

   Everyone had gone back to the house, and we were half-way through a movie 
before my heart had slowed down.

   I had done it - I had kissed Trina.  And I felt great.  I was on top of 
the world.

   Trina had come over to sit on my lap during the movie, so we got to 
snuggle.  My mind was still in shock from the fact that I had already kissed 
her, and was valiantly resisting the temptation to fall in love with her.

   Eventually the movie ended, and it was time for bed.  Everyone trudged up 
the stairs and picked out bedrooms in the huge house.  I selected one on the 
second floor with a single bed, and put my stuff down.  After stripping into 
boxers and a T shirt, I hit the bathroom to brush my teeth.

   I walked back down the hall to the room I was sleeping in.  When I walked 
in through the door, I noticed someone else's stuff on the floor next to 
mine, and I was about half-way through asking myself whose it might be when 
Trina jumped me, kissing me ferociously.

   We stumbled awkwardly over to the bed, half-falling, half-sitting on it.  
I let my hands roam over her body, feeling her incredibly small waist, her 
tiny neck, her soft skin.  Soon, our shirts and her bra found their way to 
the floor.

   I ran my hands over Trina's breasts.  They were firm to the point of 
being hard, crowned with tiny dark nipples which now stood out proudly in 
the cold air of the dark bedroom as my thumbs massaged them.

  We continued to kiss; the short almost staccato kisses made me want to 
hold her down so I could tongue her properly without her pulling away to 
tease me.  Her eyes were half shut, and the look of abject lust had 
reappeared across her face.  Grabbing her, I rolled us both, so that I was 
now on top.  I moved my knee gently into her crotch, as I now kissed her 
back, and played with her breasts.

   The next thing I knew, I was hyperventilating as little hands fiddled 
with my belt.  I was hard as a rock, and had been for most of the night.  
Rolling on to my back, I helped her remove my pants.  Kneeling between my 
legs, she wrapped her hot little hand around my cock.

   I've never been much of a blowjob guy; in fact, I've never orgasmed from 
it.  But that night was the closest I've ever come.  Seeing her on her hands 
and knees, my cock in her mouth, her eyes looking back up at me, her breasts 
hanging down, her legs apart, feeling the heat of her mouth on my cock, the 
sensation of her tongue, one hand grasping the base of my cock, the other 
hand holding my balls, is a memory I will never forget.

   Eventually, pained, I told her that I wasn't going to come, and that she 
could stop.  I offered to reciprocate however, and she accepted.

   It was now my turn to peel her pants off.  Her pink thong was completely 
soaked.  I leaned back up to kiss her, and worked my way down her front, 
sucking on each nipple for a minute or so before trailing wet kisses down 
past her belly button.  I pressed my finger into the dampness of her 
panties, which quickly became wetness as the flimsy band of cloth 
disappeared into the swamp that was her pussy.

   I've seen my fair share of pussies, but I have never seen one like this.  
The first thing that comes to mind is one of those pears, which, when they 
are in season and a little past ripe, burst with juice once you bite in.  It 
runs down your chin, gets all over your hands.  Its like the inside was 
pressurized or something.  Trina's pussy was like that - big lips which 
stood out sharply from the dark curly hair the way two mountain ridges might 
rise out of a tropical rainforest.

   I stripped her panties off quickly, and pushed my face into her warm wet 
folds.  Trying to find her clit with my tongue, I let a finger snake in.  It 
was swallowed easily by her hole, so I added a second without a problem, as 
I finally homed in on my target.

   I finger fucked her, as I traced little circles around her clit, 
occasionally breaking the rhythm to lap at her slit from bottom to top, 
letting my tongue run rough over everything, to the accompaniment of much 
moaning.

  I went on in that fashion until she pulled me back up to kiss again, 
smearing her juices all over both of our faces.  Eventually, we fell asleep 
in each other's arms.


   ***

   We didn't have sex that night.  Neither of us even got off.  But it was 
by far one of the hottest nights I've ever had.  The next day I left, and, a 
week later, I was on the other side of the country.  Things didn't work out 
so well the next fall.  But neither of us has given up hope.