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breaks, and I look down, and I can see him , see his desire pushing against denim. I can’t believe I’m kissing him. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
    It’s like I’m not myself.
    I pull him down onto the sand, and he sits behind me, wraps his arms around me, and I push back against his body as he kisses the back of my neck.
    His hot breath makes my hairs stand on end, and shivers run down my body from head to toe at his every touch. His fingers leave trails of fire all over me.
    I crane my neck to the side, seek out his lips. This is my first time kissing a boy, and I barely know what I’m doing, but it’s like he guides me, teaches me. I grin as I kiss him, feeling a surge in excitement, enjoyment. Butterflies rage in my belly, and there a yearning starts to grow as well.
    “Slower,” he whispers at me, breaking our kiss for just an instant. I follow his lead, and our rhythm aligns perfectly, and our tongues dance, and it’s just one of the best feelings ever. His lips are surprisingly soft, and he’s forceful, even a little rough, but it’s good, it feels good.
    His hands are hungry, groping, squeezing me, and I turn my head to the side and he takes my lips again, and while he’s kissing me, while we’re tonguing each other, while I’m practically hyperventilating into his mouth, he’s running his hand slowly south, over my belly, and under my summer dress.
    I want to stop him. I don’t want to give in to him. But, oh God, I don’t want him to stop. He begins to rub the inside of my thigh, squeeze it in his big and powerful hands, inching ever slightly upward, toward my molten center.
    And I know I’m so turned on. I can feel it, the tightness in my belly, the fullness at the juncture of my thighs. I even become aware of the wetness in my underwear pressing back against me when he suddenly cups my sex.
    I gasp, feeling the heat of his palm radiate into my core, and then he’s rubbing me through my underwear, and all I’m doing is pushing my head back into him, arching my back, stretching out like a cat in the sun.
    Somehow, I don’t care that we’re on a public beach in broad daylight, that anybody could walk by at any instant, and see us! It’s a small town, everybody knows everybody, and I just don’t care .
    Somehow, I’ve been immunized to modesty. My body craves his touch, yearns for completion at his touch, and I’m powerless to prevent my physical urges from taking control of me, from dictating my every reaction.
    And so I give in. I let him touch me in my most private place. I let him take from me what he wants because, right now, right at this very moment, it’s what I want.
    He takes my earlobe into his mouth and sucks on it, bites it. I hear him smell me, then feel the press of his lips against that bit of my neck that becomes my shoulder.
    I shiver when I feel his warm tongue there, when I feel the bite of his teeth there. It’s like he’s marking me, claiming me, making me his.
    My hands go unconsciously to his knees, and I’m gripping onto them, feeling hard muscle, and I’m somehow able to see the image of his thighs in my mind, naked, thrusting into me, tensing and flexing as he buries himself deep inside me.
    I moan and I writhe and I undulate my body. I’m making noises I’ve never made before, and I’m doing something I’ve never done before.
    His fingers are playing me like an instrument, plucking strings buried deep inside me, granting me these glimpses at such intense pleasure I know it will make the world melt away around me.
    And then he finally stops teasing me. I feel his fingers slip beneath the elastic, and his hot flesh is on mine, right in my center.
    There’s this great swell of nervous anticipation in me, and my heart is hammering in my chest, and the roar of racing blood in my ears drowns out the sounds of the sea and the birds.
    It’s just me and him, his breath on my neck, his fingers on my sex, and my moans on the wind.
    He pushes a finger inside