Art-Deco Dating Part 1
One crisp Fall night worlds away, two youths lie next to each other covered only in thin quilts and sand. For some reason not yet known, it was cloudy inside the girl. The otherwise black sky seemed to burst with starlight that shone beautifully on her hair. Her mind was elsewhere; another time, place, or person perhaps.
Suddenly, a light flashed. In a frenzied panic, the boy attempted to cover the young lady from view. “Excuse me, this public beach is closed,” said the man who’s jacket seemed to read, “Police” from afar. Half-exposed, the boy cleverly pretended to be embarrassed, “Oh! My sincerest apologies officer, my girlfriend and I will leave immediately.” In his heavy Yankee accent, the officer replied “Well that’s all you had to say! I’m not an asshole. Give me 20 bucks, and you’re fine.”. The boy knew this was but a small price to pay for a girl as magnificent as her. “Ah, young love.”, remarked the officer.
As the light faded and the man departed, the girl began to replay the scene in her head. One moment she was recalling fond memories of another, and the next this odd fellow was chivalrously protecting her from whoever had disturbed their--but most importantly her--peace. It was a peculiar sight for her. She didn’t mind being seen, it wouldn’t have been her first time with multiple men gazing upon her glory.
“Girlfriend!?”, she thought to herself, “I barely know the guy.” *She scoffed loudly* “Psh, young love? As if”, she said dryly. The thought of loving, or for that matter, even liking again so soon repulsed her...but she had to admit, his manners were admirable; his lack of them when and where it counted was enthralling, to say the least. As if on cue the boy rebutted, “Round 2?”. And so it was back on.
The moonlight began to dance ever so carefully on the ocean’s edge. By this late hour, the kids were sure to be rudely greeted by the high tide. Nevertheless, they continued to kiss on the beach almost as playfully as pups. Round 2 was different. There was something about the boy she was more sure about. Her confidence in him continued to rise at roughly the same pace as their heart rate.
The boy was anxious, she was quieter than most girls. The girl was nervous, not knowing how it all would end. Undoubtedly she cared considerably more than she had initially. Indeed, she hoped he might feel the same; the feeling was shared. She began to tense up uncontrollably, and both of their toes started to twitch. At the height of their emotions, there was mutual relief; almost simultaneous orgasms. As she cuddled next to the boy and the ambient light hit both of their eyes, the pair caught a quick glimpse at each other’s souls. Unquestionable chemistry. Simply, beautiful...