A Story of Girls at the Beach

"Can you just suck it tonight?" Elijah begs me.

He has me cornered on the railing. Both of his hands on either side, holding onto it, as I lean against the metal bars. I continue to look down at my phone. I am trying my best to act like I'm not paying attention to him. My finger keeps flicking up, scrolling my instagram.

I can hear my friends, Abrielle and Natalia flirting with a few of his other friends nearby in front of the parking lot.

"No," I say. I try my best to sound nonchalant.

"C'mon," Elijah pleads. He sounds so antsy and pressed. I internally roll my eyes to myself.

He leans in closer. I can feel his forehead touching mine. It's hot and a little sweaty from the humid, summer night weather. But to be honest... it feels good. I can't even stop it when my heart starts to beat a little faster. My finger even falters for a minute and I break my concentration in trying to ignore him.

I can't help it.

I look up from my phone. Our eyes meet. His face is literally inches away from my mouth. My heart is quickening it's blood flow through my system.

"Just suck it for a little bit," He whispers. His dark eyes not breaking contact with me. And he gives me a little smirk.

My heart skips a total, full beat. And I can feel myself start to tingle like I've been struck by lightning on this damn beach. Even though we're nowhere near the water now and there's not a single lighting bolt in the sky.

So, what was that? Fucking Cupid aiming his arrow through my pussy? I kick myself mentally for having such a reaction to him literally just staring at me.

I shouldn't be eating this up. Any of it. I mean, what kind of girl would I be if I did?

"Just a little bit," He repeats again. His slow smile spreads across his brown face. He feels it, too... THE RESISTANCE going on in my mind.

Dammit.

But I won't be defeated.

I reach out and push his chest with a hand, forcing him to back up.

"No." I say adamantly again, "Get someone else to suck your little dick."

I emphasize LITTLE.

But he only just grins.

Which just makes me angry. So, I push past him. Literally, I shoulder check him from cornering me on the railing and saunter towards my car. I'm so proud of myself for saying "no" and I'm pretty sure I even managed to look good while doing it. Because I can feel a pep in my step and my curls bouncing as I walk away.

"Abrielle! Nat!" I turn towards my girls and shout at them, signaling towards the car, "Let's gooooo."

I'm nearly whining.

I can see on Abrielle's face that she's in lala land talking to one of Elijah's friends. I can tell just by the way it takes her almost three seconds to rip her eyes away from his face to look at me.

Great.

I might lose one tonight.

Now Nat. Nat is a whole different story. She's got this shit on LOCK. I eyed her earlier, flirting with nearly every single one of the boys. She was not giving any of them any particular special attention. But she also wasn't ignoring them or making them think they didn't have a chance, either.

I couldn't help but smile watching her run up and down the beach like a loose puppy, wrapping every single guy who met us out here around her finger. And even some other guys who saw her on the beach, too. My other friends and I joke that she's a master at getting attention.

But that's exactly all she wants: attention. Nat's too smart to give anything up or give anything more. But the guys don't know that.

I'm still mad that it's just us as the last three girls out here, though. I wish I would have gone home sooner when the first wave of our friends left the beach. But... my unfortunate choice of a best friend just happens to be Abrielle.

And Abrielle is boy crazy. Sadly for me.

She wouldn't leave. So, I got stuck carpooling for both of the worst of our friend group: the Pick Me and the Flirt. Neither girl was going to leave any time soon. They were going to make sure they got EVERY drop of male attention they could get.

Which is why I am still stuck here on the beach at night. Even though it is damn near about to be a new morning.

"Ok! Ok!" Natalia, to my surprise, smiles and yells back at me.

I watch in awe as she shakes her admirers. Giving each of the guys who obviously stayed behind just to get her attention, a beaming dimpled smile, some sort of joke, and a shake of her long, dark hair as she waves them goodnight.

Ok.

One down.

We're doing good.

We might just get out of here altogether.

But then I see Abrielle's face for a split second when she looks at me again. I know that face. Fuck.

She frowns at me.

No.

No.

No.

Abrielle. Don't do this to me. I can't help but think this in my head and mentally kick myself.

I watch as she says something to the guy she has been talking to this entire day. Then she slowly follows Nat to walk over to me and my car. Abrielle's face looks like she is a sour grape as we finally all are convened at my Toyota.

I know what's coming before she even confronts me.

"Michaela, what the fuck are you doing?! Why are we leaving?!" Abrielle hisses.

Nat bursts out laughing at her statement.

I sigh.

"Come on, Abrielle," I say, "Let's just go. You can talk to him another time."

I can't help but glance over at the guy she's interested in again. This new one that she desperately wants attention from. He's a redhead and sort of gangly. I don't get the attraction, but I've stopped trying to understand Abrielle's taste in men when I realized her taste was just that: MEN.

"No, I can't!" Abrielle hisses, "Micah leaves tomorrow! He's only here for a week before he goes back home to Alabama!"

"Oh great. You found yourself such a catch," I say sarcastically.

Natalia cackles at my quip.

Abrielle gives me another sour look.

She crosses her arms.

"You guys can go, but I'm not leaving," She says.

For a split second I think about wringing her neck when I hear that!

"I'm not leaving you here alone with these guys!" I say incredulously.

Does she really think I would do that?

"Michaela's right," Natalia speaks up from her fits of laughter of watching me and Abrielle have a normal, best friends fight, "If we leave you here, you might wind up on a Missing Persons poster. And all because you wanted to stay behind and get gang raped by a ginger and his friends."

Abrielle doesn't like the dig.

But I love Nat!

And her sarcasm is way better than mine.

However, even she can't get through.

"Fine. I'll get raped. I don't care. But I'm not leaving," Abrielle says and her voice is so final that I know she's telling the truth.

xxxxxx

And that's how I end up sitting in my car, watching Abrielle continue to talk to her preferred carrot top once again. Natalia, ever the one for the fun of it all, is also back with her adoring audience of boys. Meanwhile, I'm stuck sitting in my car looking at the time on my phone as the minutes continue to pass by. But I'm still here at the beach because I'm friends with two flirting girls. And best friends with one who happens to be the biggest Pick Me.

I can't leave her.

Of course I wasn't going to leave her.

And even if Natalia chose to stay with her, I wasn't going to leave Abrielle.

Because Abrielle is MY best friend.

Call me stupid or whatever but it means something when you are best friends with a girl vs. friends. And best friends don't leave each other no matter what. We came together? We will leave together.

Period.

Even if one friend just wants to stay just because.

I think about all of this.

But then there's a shadow against my driver side window and a knock on my glass.

I look and see Elijah standing there.

Great.

I roll my window down slightly.

"What?" I snap.

He grins.

"I thought you were leaving," He says.

I roll my eyes.

"The other two wanted to stay," I retorted.

He chuckles.

"So, your big exit when you rejected me is fucked up now," He says.

I roll my eyes.

"Go drive off the boardwalk, Elijah," I say to him.

He laughs again.

"How about we go to the boardwalk?"

Oh no.

"Get some privacy."

Here he goes again.

"Ha!" I say and try to sound firm, "And you're still trying! Damn, 'no means no' must not work on you, huh?"

He stares at me for a little bit. His expression is one of amusement.

Then his voice goes low again like it did before when we were at the railing

"You only just started saying no to me," He says.

My heartbeat quickens again. I glance over at Abrielle and Natalia. As if they can hear anything from all the way over where they are flirting their hearts out. Or as if they care about me right now. Which obviously, they don't.

But my paranoia is up.

"I don't know when or why you decided to do this 'Miss Independent' act all of a sudden, but I'll give it to you," Elijah continues, "I want you to stay strong, actually. It's.. cute."

I feel myself blush for some reason when he says that. And I mentally kick myself for craving his approval. That is probably how I got myself in this situation in the first place!

But my heart feels like it's going into cardiac arrest.

Because no one knows...

No one knows that I suck Elijah's dick.

And I'm not talking like just once or twice before.

I mean... a lot.

A lot to the point where I think any time I see him, whether at a party or on campus... I end up sucking his dick for him.

I feel my face flush with shame.

I don't even want to know that I do this.

I am so ashamed of myself that I can't help but try to stop this bad habit I have.

Is that what it is?

A bad habit?

It seems funny to call sucking someone's dick a bad habit.

But with Elijah, that is exactly the problem I have.

I don't even know how it got so bad.

I guess it began the first time I did it.

I'll never forget the first time I put his dick into my mouth. How good it felt. How juicy it tasted in my lips. And how amazing it was to just suck it up and down. Back and forth like I was sawing wood. Which, technically, I guess I was.

His dick just tastes so good to me. I love the jolt and rush I get when he asks me to do suck it for him. The anticipation I feel when we sneak off somewhere to do it. The excitement when I hear him unbuckle his pants or pull down his zipper. The thrill in my spine as I kneel in front of him or lean my head down to go to work.

Or the comfort I feel when his hands are in my hair. Digging into my curls and gripping tightly when I hit a certain spot. The groans he makes. The sound of his voice whispering, "Fuckkkk."

It makes me feel good. Maybe to a point of madness. The approval. The praise. The...

Damnit.

The attention.

I'm just as bad... if not worse than Abrielle and Nat. At least they aren't sucking dick to get a guy's attention. Meanwhile, I am.

Was.

I mentally correct myself.

I realized I needed to stop.

So, I stopped. Or at least today when I saw that Elijah was here on this beach trip, I managed to turn all his secret requests to sneak away and give him a blow job.

It is now nighttime and I have yet to get down in front of my knees before him in the sand and take his dick into my mouth. Although I know he wants that more then anything. Which is why he is still out here late at night when mostly everyone else has gone, too.

I realize that now.

"So," Elijah's voice breaks me out of my train of thought, "How long do I have to wait? A day? Two days? How long are you going to keep this up?"

I sigh.

"For as long as I can," I mumbled but more to myself then to him.

He surprises me by placing what he can manage of his hand through my cracked car window and takes a strand of one of my curls around his finger.

"Come on," He whispers. His voice is that low voice that always seems to get me again. He strokes his finger down my face.

I can feel my breathing almost stop entirely.

"Please," He begs, "Just do it this last time. Then I'll never ask you again. I promise. I'll respect you if you don't want to do it anymore."

"But you can't just cut me off out of the blue like this. At least give me some warning," He whispers. His finger strokes the side of my face, "Just make me feel good one last time. And we never have to do it again... I swear."

I can feel myself get quiet.

I shouldn't do this.

I really shouldn't do this.

xxxxx

"Fuckkkk..."

My lips make a popping noise as I go back and forth on Elijah's dick. My hand rubs up and down his shaft as I add my tongue and saliva.

I'm kneeling in the sand and can hear the crash of the waves.

Yes.

We walked down to the boardwalk.

We settled for a place underneath it. Just in case.

I can hear the sound of throat gurgling as I add more of his dick into my mouth.

And I feel his hand make its way into my curly hair. He grips it tighter when I slide my lips so far up his shaft that it causes him to flinch in pleasure.

I'm on my knees in front of him for about a good ten minutes before I feel the feeling of when he is about to come.

And when he does, I reward myself by swallowing it all whole.

xxxxxx

"Where the hell were you?!" Abrielle shouts.

I'm actually shocked to see her and Natalia waiting by themselves near my car when I get back.

The guys are all gone. And there is no one in the parking lot.

It is just us now.

In order to make it less suspicious, Elijah let me walk up back first. And I am so glad that we did. Because I don't know what would have happened if I came back with him walking beside me.

"Um, I went down to look at the waves," I say and quickly decide to flip the subject, "What happened to Cheetoh and the gang?"

Natalia bursts out laughing. But she is laughing way too hard to a point where I know something is up.

Abrielle just looks pissed.

Her sour grape face has turned into an entire vineyard.

Nat stops laughing enough to turn to me.

"Turns out Cheetoh has a girlfriend in Alabama, but he still wanted to see if Abrielle here would be down to hook up with him tonight!"

My mouth goes wide. I can't help it.

I look at Abrielle. Behind the sour look on her face, however, I know her enough to see the sadness. She spent all day today putting her hopes on this guy. Just for him to mention he had a girlfriend at the last minute and that he just wanted to bang.

I don't even speak. Instead, I immediately give Abrielle a hug.

We don't say anything. She just hugs me back.

It doesn't surprise me when Natalia turns serious and joins in, too.

"Come on," I say, "Let's get out of here."

I unlock the car door and we pile in.

Three girls.

One is the Pick Me.

The other the Flirt.

And the last one is me...

The whore...

All in all, it was a interesting time at the beach.