1. Hook-up on the Beach


    Date: 1/14/2024, Categories: First Time Author: byAchtungNight 

    ... urged him with her words.

He moaned her name. "Mallory... Mallory..." He knew he would love other girls this way later in life- he was close with a redhead back home who was also turning eighteen that summer and hoped to date her when she was of age. There was also her blonde sister and other girls he knew who would soon reach legal age for sex. He wanted as many of them as he could get. Mallory was just a fling long term, but Simon would always remember her well.

"Simon," she whispered his name back, kissing his cheeks while she rode him. "Simon."

She pushed him onto his back, rode him hard, shaking against him. They kissed between thrusts. Soon they were both climaxing for the second time, only seconds apart. Mallory screamed in joy, feeling his spurts inside her. The rubber caught them, but she still felt the waves. Her own response was not quite as intense, yet she enjoyed it just the same. The thing she most enjoyed was the hope of more climaxes to come.

They cuddled in the afterglow, ...
    ... smiled as their bodies calmed. Mallory sighed, noticing his shaft's deflation, then remembered that she could revive him with time.

She grabbed a cup of grape juice, handed him the other. "To us," she whispered, toasting their cups together. "To a good first time, and more."

"More?" Simon asked, hope in his tone.

Mallory smiled, happy at that tone. "Yes, many more." She kissed him again, then pressed the cup she held to his lips. Simon guessed the ritual, offered her his cup the same way. They both drained each other's cups, then tossed them aside and embraced again.

"What are you thinking about?" Mallory asked as they resumed their spooning.

"I have one more week here," he answered.

She nodded. "Let's make it good and do this long as we can."

"Yeah," he agreed. "Yeah."

It did not take many kisses to revive their bodies. They continued enjoying themselves the remainder of the night until they slept. When the morning light streamed in, they woke up and did it again.

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