Sexual Awaken 01: Sex on the Beach

I put on the stupid suit that my mother had made me buy for graduation.

"Couldn't I just wear normal clothes?" I asked after seeing myself in the mirror. It was fucking navy blue, not ocean blue or sky blue, you know, the fun tones of blue, just navy.

"Not," Regi, my twin brother, said with a plain voice like he always does when he doesn't want to give me space for discussion--almost always.

I tied my tie and I couldn't bear anymore. I went to the closet, took some really cool clothes, and started to undress.

"What the hell are you doing?" Regi said, very pissed.

"I can't. The skin of my arms itches when I use shirts."

He crawled his fingers through his face in a pure state of desperation. "We're ALREADY late, and you're always using hoodies of the same fabric."

I threw the shirt away and put on one of my tank tops. One white and not very tight--I'm a classy guy overall. And for icing the cake, I put my lucky talisman, a leather pendant with an aquamarine stone set in. It was mine since I had been 7 years old and there hadn't been a test, job interview, or date that I hadn't nailed with it around my neck.

"How do I look?"

"Like one of these guys that waste their days surfing in Green Beach and smoking weed in their vans."

"Perfect then!"

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The night was hot, but what to expect from a summer night in Las Islas del Sur other than hot and wet weather? I looked at Regi, who was lifting his arms away from his sides, searching for any cool rush of air that could dry his very obviously sweaty shirt.

I put my arms behind my head, proudly showing my very dry armpits to him. "It's hot tonight, isn't it?"

"Shut your fucking mouth," he said. The twin brother's telepathy is so real. He knew perfectly that I was calling him a dumbass for dressing for a gala when we were just going to a dinner with our former classmates.

When we were about to enter the restaurant, he had to finally give up and take off his blazer and unbutton the top of his shirt.

"YEYEYE, the Wave brothers are here," Fernando's words slurred into one another. Rage was right. We were really late if Fernando, precisely Fernando, was already drunk.

We mixed with our classmate, in which was probably the last time we were all together. We were close to the end of summer. Some will go to college--my case--others will search for a job or will do an apprenticeship. Some will leave the Islands--my brother--others just will die here.

"So, you're both going to Gexford University on the continent."

"Not, not, just my genius brother. I have an average intelligence," I said.

"At his best days," Regi said, causing a lot of laughs. I didn't care because my focus was on her.

Jessamire Lark, class president since first year, second-best grades after Regi, funny as hell, and, I'm not gonna lie, an eleven of ten on the hot scale. I approached, ignoring the group with which I was talking.

"Hey, Jessamire, you look spectacular tonight." And she did. She was wearing a very nice white short dress that fit her shape like a glove.

"You look good, too." She gave me one of her smiles, half kind, half playful, while she pulled on the strap of my tank top. "Very classy."

"I have a style," I said, smiling like a stupid lovebird.

"Surfer addicted to weed?"

"Why does everyone say the same?" Both laughed. I noticed the eyes of the crow put on us.

You know those people that fit so very well, but for some reason they are never synchronized. First, she was dating Matias. When she dumped Matias, I was dating Lisa. When Lisa dumped me--well deserved, by the way--she started to date this international student, Jain-Luis. When Jain-Luis left, I was starting to experiment with guys, so everyone guessed that I was gay until finally people caught that I'm bi. And when that finally happened, she was dating Matias again, and so for the last year.

"Well, I should see how is Regi doing." I said, pointing to my brother. "I think he's not ready to live without me."

"I'm more than ready. I'm thrilled," he yelled from a few meters behind.

I looked into her eyes. She looked into mines. We were two stars in the same orbit but destined to never collide.

"I can't bear it anymore," Celia, Jessamire's best friend, said, walking towards us, bumping into each person in her way. "She dumped Matias as she should have done a long time ago."

"Did you?" I asked, more excited than I should have been to talk about a breakup. She nodded.

"And he has had a crush on you since the first year."

"Have you?" She asked, as excited as me. I nodded.

"Great, now that you know it, you can kiss, fuck, or whatever. We're tired of feeling uncomfortable when both of you are together. Fix that unresolved sexual tension between both of you."

We both looked into each other eyes, hers blue as the sky. Our lips met almost without thinking. Hers tasted like cherry and chili pepper. Sweet and spicy. We were finally colliding and it was freaking great.

If someone wasn't looking at us before, they were looking now. Suddenly, some of them started to clap and cheer. She rested her head on my shoulder, hiding her happy but also embarrassed expression.

"Why don't we go to a more private place?" I asked.

"That sounds good," she said.

We headed to the door of the restaurant. We were about to leave when I felt it. My twin sense was warning me of my brother's bad intentions.

"Be careful, Jessamire. The only person who has touched him this summer has been his right hand; maybe he'll burst out on the first touch."

The people around laugh, and then I realized that I probably wouldn't miss these people, especially my brother. I behaved like a real gentleman and pointed my two middle fingers at him while leaving.

Jessamire was waiting for me and hell, she was so perfect.

"That," I said, pointing inside, "wasn't true. Mainly because I'm ambidextrous and don't play favorites."

She burst into laughter. Even her laugh was perfect. "Archie Wave, you know I'm too good for you," she said playfully.

I closed the distance between us. "I know." Then we kiss again.

Jessamire and I talked for hours. She was going to TIP in the west of the continent for a robotics degree, and she was so excited about it. I can relate--I was wishing to start college too.

"And this new technology to analyze movement with AI is just amazing." She talked with such a passion about her dream to create a new generation of prostheses for amputees like her little brother that I could have spent the night just hearing her talking.

"You're amazing," I said.

"I'm not boring you?"

"Of course not," I said, holding a hand with her. "I find the idea of using neural networks to decipher electrical impulses very interesting, although I think the main problem is getting an accurate lecture of brain impulses with the EEG that we have nowadays."

She looked at me as if I weren't some kind of frog with hair. "That's actually a problem that experts are debating. How do you know?"

"I'm very smart, but I'm such a good brother, I let Regi be the intelligent one because I'm the most handsome and sexy, the funniest, the strongest, and the most humble, of course. He deserves to have one thing at least."

"Humble, isn't it?" She kissed me playfully. "Oh, look at that, this is not where you work."

I looked back, noticing that we were in front of the Moji, the beach bar in which I had been working since I was sixteen. The lights were off, as every night. The local council had forbidden opening any beach bars at all at night because, you know, tourist+alcohol+sea were never a good combination.

"You had told me that you have the code to enter," Jessamire whispered. I had it, but I didn't remember to tell her.

"We can slip in," I said, taking advantage of the opportunity.

She looked at me and rolled her eyes, keeping a mocking smile. "So, that was your plan from the first moment." It wasn't. She had been the one who led our walk from the start. "You're lucky to be so smart, and hot, and humble."

She started to walk towards the door of the property. I follow her. "I detect traces of sarcasm in your voice, but I don't really get why. I'm those three things."

I put the code in the door and it opened. We get inside. The code gave me only access to the property, for the actual bar and warehouse needed the keys. We walked down the beach, where the bar had all the sun loungers and umbrellas.

The night was beautiful, a starry sky with the moon in the center lighting the dark, the sea calm and steady, and Jessamire dropping his dress. Jessamire dropping her dress!!!

My heart races at full speed. Her perfect curvy shape was another level. I approached, and our eyes met. Now that she wasn't using heels, I was taller by a cm or so. I touched her deep brown skin, and it felt electric.

She grabbed the lower part of my tank top, I lifted my arms, and she stripped it off my body. Then we kiss. It was deep and passionate, as neither of us had enough of each other.

She stepped back, unhooked her bra, and showed her tits. Then she lowered her tanga and ran to the water.

"Are you going to make me wait or what?" she asked to unfreeze me. My brain struggled to take enough blood from my lower brain, but it finally did. I took off my white sneakers, falling clumsily on the sand. Then I lowered shorts and underwear all at once, showing my semi-hard dick. I can say for sure, even though that wasn't even light, she was a few meters away, and with part of her head underwater, that Jessamire was quite impressed.

I don't want to brag--I want--but I'm quite above average. I ran to the water. The refreshing sensation of the water was incredible. I needed the cool-down for sure after seeing her naked.

She was floating, looking at the stars, when I arrived. "Isn't it beautiful?... I'm going to miss it so much."

The sad reality hit me like a wrecking ball. The reason for the party was to say goodbye. People like me who stay in the archipelago have a whole month more before classes start. People who study overseas, on the continent, had a week.

I rejected all those thoughts and distracted myself kissing her naked body while she was floating. "Umm, it feels good, but you're going to sink me if you keep kissing me so eagerly."

"What can I say? You're too hot to resist."

She stopped floating and we properly kissed. We swam, we played, but overall we kissed, stoking the fire inside us.

"I want more," she asked me. I grabbed her hand and both swam to the seashore and barely got to one of the double sun loungers. Her body, wet by the water, was even hotter.

I could help myself and started kissing from the neck, going down her body to her intimate parts. I kissed her ground and she moaned loudly. I was ready to kiss her pussy when...

"Wait," she said. I looked at her face. She was looking down. "I-I'm... This is my first time." I lay next to her, close enough to make it clear that I was not disgusted in any way by her being a virgin, but with enough space to not make her feel pressure.

"It's okay," I said.

"No, it's not. I know that you have a lot of experience and I don't and..."

"Wait, who told you that I have so much experience?"

"Oh, c'mon," she looked at me like I was saying just nonsense.

I sighed, knowing that I have to admit it. My security and multiple relationships and hookups had given me a reputation that didn't fit reality.

"I'm a virgin too."

"Yes, sure." I looked into her eyes, showing as much sincerity as I could. "Really? But you date so many people. I thought you had made something."

I scratched the back of my head as I usually do when I'm nervous. "I did things, several times, but I never, you know." I made a round with one hand and introduced a finger of the other several times.

She punched my shoulder. "Please, don't do that." Both laughed. She pressed her face against my chest while both burst into laughter for a while.

"We don't have to do anything, if you want," I said.

"No way," she said, a little more bold. Call me a bad person, but that was the answer that I was wishing for. "Now that I know we're both in the same position, 90% of my worries burst out."

I smiled. "Let me help with the remaining 10%."

I gave her an oral, in which I had some experience. She gave me one in return, awaking my dick.

"Now, I understand your big-dick attitude," she gasped after trying to suck it all.

"What can I say? I'm too humble to include that in my description."

"I think I ready for the next," she said.

I got up and looked for my shorts. Between my library card and a promotion card that needed one more stamp to get a free ice cream was a rubber, my rubber. The one that I had been reserving for years.

I put it up myself under Jessamire's glances. I lay next to her.

"You should be top. It's easier for girls being in top."

She frowned. "You said this is your first time. How do you know that?"

I shrugged. "I just know. I must have read it on the internet." Her frown was inquisitorial. "I'm an 18 years old guy. This subject is quite of interest to us."

Her expression calm, she sat on my lap, rubbing my dick with it. Just her touch felt incredible. My dick twitched, which surprised Jessamire, making her get her balance using my chiseling pecs for support. That time in the gym had been worthy.

She lined her pussy with my dick, slowly going down. It was amazing to feel it while watching my dick disappear inside her. She bit her lower lip while her breath became heavier. When she finally took me fully, my dick twitched inside, making her dig her nails into my shoulders. Painful? A little. Worthy? Absolutely.

She breathed heavily with her eyes closed. Her hips moved up and then fell again, sending shivers all over my body. She made a sound halfway between moaning and crying.

"Are you all right? Did you need a break?"

"Archie," she said, punching my pecs with both hands. "I love how respectful you're, but I'm going to need you to stop that and start to fuck me."

I opened wide, my eyes. I wasn't expecting that.

"What the lady wants, the lady gets." I tried to contain the grin, but I couldn't.

I move my hips up. "Fuck," she said. The first curse that I heard from her, I was getting into something. I started to match her moves. When she was going down, I was going up.

We started a rhythmic dance of hits, accompanied by her moans and my growls. It felt amazing. I tried to contain my orgasms as much as I could. But there is a moment that a man can't take it anymore.

"I'm cummin'," I growled while I felt the pressure of my balls releasing. I shout out really forcefully. No hand job had gotten me such an extreme orgasm.

"Ahh-ahh I'm coming too," Jessamire said while her body started to spasm. I finished the deal with a long french kiss while my tights get we after her orgasms.

We tangled together. She curled slightly over me. The only sounds were the waves of the sea and our heavy breath.

"I could visit you. I've already planned on going to visit Regi, and TIP is only a three-hour ride."

"Six," she said. "I could visit you every time I come. International flights land in Coral City. We could come together to town in vacation time."

"That would be great... but our vacation times don't match."

Both sighed, knowing the sad truth. We had collided, but it had been more like a rare astronomical event, once in a lifetime.

"I think it isn't our time," she said, being the braver of both.

We stayed in silence for a while. "Even though," I said. "I'm glad we did it."

She looked into my eyes with a smile, for which I let her rob my heart millions of times. "I'm glad too."

We kissed passionately. The night didn't end there. If it was once in a lifetime, at least it would be long.

---

I arrived at home a few hours before sunrise. I was tired and with a bittersweet feeling flooding my chest. Although I wouldn't change this night for anything, it was sad that it had ended.

"Archie?" My mother called from the living room when I was starting to climb the stairs. A bad feeling ran down my spine. They had removed the arrival time rules when we both turned eighteen, so that wasn't the problem.

"Yes, mom," I said while entering the room.

"Can you please sit? We need to talk."

My mouth got immediately dry. I searched in my brain for some reason for this talk. I had been quite relaxed the last month. I didn't do anything bad, at least, for the standard I had accustomed my parents to.

I looked at my father, who was dodging my glances as if they were some kind of projectiles. Then I remembered 'the talk', he had put on the same shameful face while trying to explain to me what sex was with bees and flowers. How do they know? Had the son-of-a-bitch or Regi snitched on me?

I sat. "I used protection," I said, like a defensive strategy. I was 18, and they had no right to question me for having sex. My mother opened her eyes wide in surprise, then looked at my father, who looked equally stunned.

"And I was very respectful."

"Ahh, we're glad that you were respectful," my mother said. "And of course you always should use protection, but... we didn't want to talk about... your sexual life."

My cheeks blushed red. Great, I had snitched on myself.

"It's okay that you talk about these things with us," my father said, to make it worse and more embarrassing.

"Please, we can let the subject go, please," I begged.

"Yes, we should talk... about college," my mother said. "You know your father put your savings for college in a safe investment to win enough to beat inflation."

I nodded, barely remembering the conversation from when I was fourteen.

"Well, the investment wasn't as safe as it looked at first."

"We lost the money?" I asked, full of worry.

"Not... exactly. The money is frozen because of a governmental investigation. We probably lost the wins, but they will give us the money back... in a few months. Your father checked our savings, and we can't send you both to college right now, so as your brother payments are already done, we thought you ..."

"I'm not going to college?" I asked, full of worry and anxiety.

"Of course you will," my mother said as if it was a matter of fact, as if it would be necessary, she would glue me to one of the class's desks.

"Son," my father finally said. His eyes were full of shame. "We are talking about you taking a sabbatical, nothing more."