A Teen on the Beach: part 3 - Sex Stories

A Teen on the Beach: part 3

... photographs of Miles Davis and Allen Ginsberg adorning the wall. The clientèle now, however, was decidedly very modern. David and Ellie found a small table in a corner and David brought a pitcher of Lager beer back to the table and a grenadine coke for Ellie. “Ellie, I hate to be so blunt but I admittedly really care what you think of me. I don't want you to think I'm one of those creeps who just takes girls to bars in hopes of a cheap one night stand or anything.” “Well, darn,” Ellie recanted in a jokingly sarcastic tone. “I really enjoy spending time with you. You are one of the most refreshingly different girls have had the pleasure of meeting. I mean that in the best way possible.” Ellie smiled and peered down at her coke. “I really don't know why you think that. You're really smart and talented, I'm sure you could find a thousand other girls who are more interesting than I am.” “Why do you cut yourself down so much? Forget the fact that you are an honors student brainiac, the fact that you had the courage and free-wheeling spirit, at your age, to take off your clothes on a beach full of strangers says that you are more open minded the ninety-percent of the rigid, pseudo-intellectual women I encounter who are supposedly my “peers”. It takes an uncommonly honest girl to be so open with herself. I think you are very special. Hell, you should be hanging out with your own friends, I feel lucky just to be spending it with you!” Ellie looked into David's eyes and gave a ...

... half-smile while ruminating over his words. “You know, you are probably the first female friend I have known whom I saw naked before ever seeing clothed.” “I guess that really takes the guessing work out of it,” Ellie replied. “Indeed! I was actually trying to guess what you looked like dressed! I was pleasantly surprised to see you have very nice style!” Ellie laughed and looked back down at her drink. “So, what are we, David?” “I could be wrong but I believe we are two people sitting in a bar.” No, I mean, are we friends, something more or just confused?” said Ellie. David looked at Ellie for a while and said, “I think we are just friends, but the best kind of friends. Two friends who can share any idea or experience, however intimate, without judgment.” Ellie looked back at David and replied quietly, “I think that sounds nice.” David raised a glass and proclaimed, “To friends!” Ellie took a sip of her coke and looked over at David's beer. “Do you mind if I try it?” “Go ahead.” Ellie reached over and took a healthy swig of of David's beer and made a stifled face of displeasure. “Not too bad,” Ellie Said. “Oh, you didn't like that at all, you liar!” David said with a laugh. “If you really want a drink, go ask the bartender what's on the house for ladies, it's usually some fruity, mixed drink concoction. Don't worry, that bartender never cards anyone.” Ellie hopped up and slowly inched her way up to the bar. David couldn't help but notice how irresistible Ellie's bum looked in her ...