Sex on the Beach

"Do you really think it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations which it requires strength, strength and courage to yield to." 

 

Today was a beautiful summer day. Sometime around noon when I woke up, I rolled over in bed and told Travis I wanted to go to the beach. He had no reason not to go with me since he has no life, few friends, and no classes. Roll a few joints, take a shower together, grab the skateboards and we’re out the door. We load up the car I bought with my boyfriend – thanks Mike for that down payment! – and took it to the beach. A day of lounging and doing nothing, a day of sunshine and simplicity – don’t I deserve that? Clearly my life is really hard; I work 15 hours a week at a restaurant and with the other 153 hours of my week I have to figure out fun ways to pretend my life isn’t a mess. So off we go to the beach!

I don’t know what came over me when we got there. Maybe it was the families nearby, maybe it was the police patrol, maybe it was the lifeguards in clear view of us--but I started feeling really frisky. I suddenly had a desperate urge to fuck on the beach. This is not something anyone’s ever let me do before. I have always wanted to – in fact, Mike and I got into a huge fight about it once and THAT beach was totally deserted at the time. Prude. Travis, however, seemed to think that this was the best idea he’d ever heard. Did I mention that Travis is going to jail in a few months? Did I mention that we were high at the time of decision-making?

             It was so great. It felt so good and gave me such a rush. Obviously, it couldn’t go too far, so we packed up everything and decided to move the party to the car. But it was Venice, on a day that ends in Y and a time that ends in o’clock, so the streets were busy and it took about 1 second for someone to wait behind us for our parking spot. We drive. We look for a place to pull over. We stumble across the canals, which I’ve never seen before. I was a tourist for a moment and getting distracted.  The canals are soooo beautiful. I can’t believe I hadn’t seen them before. Travis shoved his hand in my crotch, gently reminding me of our purpose and eventually I found a empty street. I wonder if anyone saw the car rocking. I hope so. I’m pretty proud of myself. It’s not often you get to have sex in public places, much less two in one day. I brushed the sand out of my hair, slipped on a change of clothes and drove myself to work after that. I blamed the salty smell on the ocean.  And I’m pretty sure there’s still sand in my labia.