Players

"You're pretty damn good to keep up!"

I glanced at the two guys who kept playing frisbee in front of us girls, obviously trying to impress. Being the first day of summer, they didn't waste any time. Not that we minded. They definitely were eye candy.

"I didn't think you were this slow," the sexier of the two guys shouted back to his buddy. He whipped the frisbee, and it sailed, a red disk across the clear blue sky.

His buddy plucked it from the air then flicked the disk back. The wind off the bay caught it, and after floating on an air current the frisbee landed at my bare feet, shooting up a little sand.

The sexy guy ran up to me, grabbed the frisbee. "Sorry about that," he said, his shaggy blond hair flopping over his forehead.

I smiled. "It's all right."

He smiled back, locking his eyes for a few seconds on mine, then took off for the open beach, and I watched his tanned, muscled body run. He snapped his wrist, and the frisbee floated into the air back to his buddy -- whose head it flew over, forcing him to chase after it before the waves pulled it out to the water.

The sexy one glanced my way. Surely he knew I'd been staring at him. While his buddy ran after the red disk rolling on the wet sand, he came over to me.

"Hey, sorry again about that. I'm Brandon." His eyes scanned my body.

"Taylor," I said.

"You've got the prettiest green eyes, Taylor."

And your ice blue eyes are damn hot themselves. I smiled. "Thank you. Great first day, uh?"

He nodded. "Will you be hanging around a while?"

"Probably."

"Cool. When Randy gets tired of frisbee, I'll look for you."

I giggled. "Sure."

Brandon moved along the shore to find Randy, who looked like he was halfway down the beach.

"You certainly made that easy," my friend Ariana said from the beach towel next to mine.

"How's that?"

"You basically said you'd wait for him."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Make him work for it, girl."

"Who said I won't?"

Elle, the chubby one in our trio, sat up on the other side of me. "Ah, the old hook, line and sinker. Nice move, Taylor."

"I hear he's another Central High player," Ariana said, "so it's more like Taylor is on his hook."

Ariana laid back down, then so did Elle and me, soaking in the sun. We were finally free, enjoying that first day of summer between high school graduation and college. There were days that past spring I was so bored that I never thought we'd get this far; West High felt like a prison sentence that never would end. But now we had a summer off, to do whatever.

"Yeah, but girls," I said, "did you see his firm butt?"

***

After a couple of hours of laying in the sun, I sat up. The thick layer of coconut-scented sunscreen had sweated off, and I applied more. The morning felt like it was lasting forever.

"Hey, you guys want to do something?" I said.

Ariana remained still. "We are doing something."

"I mean besides tanning." I started drawing in the sand. With each furrow made, granules tumbled back in, half filling the indentation. Laying there doing nothing was not much different than sitting in school doing nothing. "And we've already got a tan."

"I want a deep tan."

Elle sat up as well. "Wanna get something to eat?"

Not really, I thought, but it was better than doing nothing.

"You two go without me," Ariana said, "so I can tan in peace."

Elle and I looked at one another and shrugged. Rising, we headed toward the white clapboard concession stand at mid-beach. Warm sand squished between my toes.

I ordered a lychee Hawaiian shaved ice, and Elle got sour gummies, her go-to whenever she was bored. We sat at a high top overlooking the beach.

"What's lychee taste like?" Elle said.

"Kind of like strawberry and pear mixed together," I said and held out my plastic teaspoon with a heaping of the white ice.

Elle leaned her mouth to the spoon, took it in, then grimaced. "Not my thing," she said then proffered the open bag of gummies to me.

I shook my head.

Brandon and his buddy had disappeared since the frisbee encounter, and as we ate I scanned for them on the horizon. Oh well, there were other fish. Maybe none as big as Brandon, but I'm sure they'd be tasty nonetheless.

"Looking for the frisbee boys?" Elle said.

"No. Yeah."

"I've heard the same thing that Ariana said about the guy talking to you. Story is it's a new girl every week. Don't be another notch in his belt."

"You're right, best to stay away from him."

She nodded.

I soon finished my shaved ice, but Elle was intent on getting through her entire bag of gummies before we left. The morning dragged on, as I rested my chin in hand, elbow propped on the table, the chair's flat, wooden seat pressing into my butt.

The first day of summer was turning out to be as magical as coleslaw.

***

"Hi Taylor."

My spirits went from 0 to 60 in an instant. I turned around on the high top. "Find your frisbee, Brandon?"

He gave a cocky half-smile. "Yeah. But lost Randy somehow."

"That's what you get for letting your stuff lie around. He'll show up."

"Hopefully not. Wanna go swimming?"

"Sure."

He reached out his hand, and I took it. I suddenly felt tingly all over.

I looked back over my shoulder at Elle, who shook her head.

We waded into cold Traverse Bay then once his body adjusted to the temperature he dove under. I glanced around for him, felt something grab my legs.

Squealing, I jumped, then Randy's hands grabbed my legs again from a different angle.

All right, two can play this game, I told myself, and dove in. His feet and that perfect ass of his faced me, as he circled back to where I'd been standing. A hurried two strokes later, and I pinched his toes.

He jumped up to stand, and I followed him, laughing. Sunlight glinted off his ice blue eyes, and wetness matted down his shaggy blond hair. He gave me his cocky smile again then brought his hands up and splashed water at me. I swung away and brought my arm up to block it, then swished water at him.

This is what summer is supposed to be, I told myself. Maybe Ariana and Elle were wrong about him. Even if he really was a player, I could enjoy his effort to seduce me, then wiggle away when he started to reel me in. I didn't have to sleep with him to have a good time.

We paused for a moment, catching our breaths. Elle's waving arms caught my attention.

She held both hands to the sides of her mouth. "I'm done with my gummies! Come back and tan with us!"

I looked back and forth between Elle and Brandon.

He locked onto my eyes and pointed. "See the island out there?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna check it out?"

To hell with tanning. "Okay."

***

"Know how to row?" Brandon said, as pulling the park service's rental to the water's edge.

"Is it just like a rowing machine?"

He nodded. "You take the back, and I'll push us in."

As I stepped over the boat's side, he tossed my bag and his small backpack in the boat's rear. No sooner had I taken a seat then he pushed the boat into the water, ran alongside it, and jumped in. Taking the front set of oars, he guided us on a course toward the clump of trees ahead.

I pulled the oars to my chest then pushed them away, as we made our way across the bay. My lungs were pumping, as the bay's waves pushed against us, but it wasn't anything we couldn't handle. The breeze on the water wicked off my sweat from the sun beating down on us and the exertion.

As Brandon rowed, I admired his thick arm muscles and sturdy back. Eye candy indeed. Truth was, he was doing most of the work but didn't seem to mind. He seemed too nice of a guy to be a player.

Within a few minutes, the evergreen island loomed before us. We rowed around to the back of it where there was a small lagoon. Our boat jolted as it hit sand, and he jumped out, grabbed the front rope, and lugged it and me ashore.

I stepped out, discretely rubbing my butt, sore from the rowboat's hard plastic. "Wow, you're strong."

He gave that cocky half-smile again and waved me off. "And I love the way your green eyes sparkle in the sun."

***

We walked hand-in-hand along a dirt path that circled the pine-studded island. The warmth of his touch washed away all of my worries.

"Been to the island before?" he said.

I shook my head. Ever since middle school, I'd wanted to go to the island, but none of my friends were up for it.

"It's got a cool sandstone cave. Wanna see?"

"Sure."

A few minutes later, we took a side path that headed down a small cliff to a narrow beach. A round black hole loomed in the sandstone wall.

We stepped in, the sound of the crashing waves behind us. Out of the sun, the temperature instantly cooled, and the light dimmed. My eyes adjusted, and I made out curved and polished boulders. Walking around one, the cave opened up with a high, circular ceiling.

"Very cool," I said.

He nodded and squeezed my hand.

I leaned against his hard body, and he wrapped an arm about my shoulders. For the first time, I caught his scent, sweet with hints of citrus.

I savored the cave's cold air prickling one side of my body and the warmth of Brandon's body on the other side. "What else is there?" I said.

***

When we finished the loop around the small island, Brandon grabbed his backpack from the rowboat and plopped down in the sand. I sat next to him.

"I worked up an appetite," he said. "Hungry?"

"A little."

He pulled out a big beach towel for us to sit on then red Gatorade and a package of color-matching licorice twists.

"Red is your favorite color?" I said.

"Green is now."

I grinned. "Blue is mine."

He handed me the bottle, and I took a swig.

"Smart boy," I said, "bringing candy that doesn't melt."

"Has your heart ever melted?"

"It might be melting now."

Damn it. I shouldn't have said that. His question -- that was the line of a player.

But he didn't make a move. Instead, we chewed on our licorice sticks as sitting side by side, staring out at the lagoon. The water remained calm to the point of boredom and the horizon's frozen stillness spread out before us. There didn't seem to be a soul around; we had the island entirely to ourselves, and any bodies on the beach across the bay looked smaller than ants.

I twisted a strand of hair around my finger. Sitting was getting about exciting as a price war between two dentists.

So what if he was a player?

"Let's do something fun and wild," I said.

Brandon thought for a moment then got that sly smile again. "Have you ever gone skinny dipping?"

***

In the sun, my pubic hair shined like a jewel, as I tentatively stepped into the water. Wearing only my red bikini when Brandon suggested skinny dipping, I was practically naked anyway, so I was like Hey why not?!

We undressed at the same time, but Brandon hung behind as I got in the water, no doubt wanting to see my rear end. It looked better squeezed together by a bikini bottom, I thought, but I suppose a guy would be happy to see any young woman's bare butt.

Once in the water, Brandon and I swam, circling one another. He stopped and swept his hands across the surface, splashing water into my face. I squealed and dove under, grabbed at his cock like I was a snapping turtle. Jumping back, he slipped and went under. Rising, my breasts above the water line and dripping, I looked for him to make sure he was all right.

He shot up in the water right in front of me, and we laughed. Our eyes met, then he gently placed his hands on both sides of my shoulders. Slowly, our faces moved toward one another, then paused, and I caught a whiff again of his sweet and citrus scent. A moment later, our lips met.

I moaned into his mouth, as my hands tangled in his hair.

***

When I waded out of the water, my wet feet turned the beach sand to a soft mud that squished between my toes. The sun shined upon the lagoon in a warm, soft light.

As he emerged from the water, my eyes focused on his erection. It looked thick and stood tall, reaching his belly button. I bit my lower lip, wanted to trace the veins on his cock, to feel the soft skin over the hard rod.

"Just stand there," he said, "I want to look at you."

He slowly walked around me, taking me in, like I was an expensive sports car he'd always wanted. When he reached my backside, he leaned forward, and his tongue licked the edges of my ear, as an arm snaked around my waist, his large hand resting on my flat tummy.

My breath hitched, as his lips grazed my neck, skittering over the skin from below the ear to the collar bone. Goosebumps prickled. I arched my back against him, murmuring softly.

He pulled me back by the hair and locked his lips and teeth into my neck, sucking hard, then kissed and licked up to my ear, his large hand on my tummy holding me steady despite my weakening knees. My whole body pressed against him, and my bare ass found his hard cock. He rubbed it against the seam between my cheeks.

As Brandon rolled my ear lobe between his lips, I moaned, then his mouth went back down, gently biting my warm, wet neck. His hand on my tummy slid down to my pussy and rubbed its flush red folds, wet more from my juices than the bay water.

"You want to do something really wild?" he said.

"What's that?"

"Trust me." He let go and pointed to the big beach towel. "Lay down on your tummy."

I did.

"Good, now spread your legs."

My thighs scissored out, as he kneeled between them, my soaked, open pussy on full display for him.

His hand returned to my folds, and a finger found my clit. I gasped in pleasure, as he circled it, and my hands grabbed at the sand beside the towel. Another finger slipped into my hole, rubbed it from side to side.

Soft moans escaped my lips, as I found my head growing dizzy. My hips ground against him.

His finger in my hole slipped out, and slick with my juices, caressed the area around my netherhole. My eyes flew open, surprised not so much because of where he was touching me but at how pleasurable it felt, like his finger were caressing my areola. I didn't know that part of my body was so sensitive.

And then I gasped, as he slid the tip of his finger into my ass and rolled it back and forth.

"Ohh," I moaned.

He slowly spun his finger around in my ass then slid it up and down, slowly going deeper. At first, my muscles resisted the pressure, but then the discomfort gave way as pleasure coursed through me like electric pulses. Somehow, through my ass, he was stimulating my hidden clitoris just beneath the skin of my nether tunnel.

I suddenly felt deliciously dirty, and my hips gyrated. This only helped his finger go deeper, stimulating more of my hidden clit. The towel beneath my pussy grew wet, as every muscle in my body tightened.

Then my body clenched and spasmed, leaving me shuddering and unable to control any part of my being. As my mouth opened in joy, I seemed to float. He'd given me my first anal orgasm.

The sun's warmth and gentle caress of his hand bathed me, as the hardness of his cock pressed against my thigh. My breathing and heart gradually slowed. I slowly rolled over, and he positioned himself between my legs, ready to take me.

But my palm rose to his chest. "Now you lay down," I said.

***

His eyes widened and mouth parted. After a moment, he moved to my side and reclined on the towel. I climbed into his lap, pressing my knees into his hips. Leaning down, our lips met and then opened. His tongue tasted sweet. I sat back up and reached my hand around to his cock, positioned it at my entrance.

"Take what you need," he said.

Oh, I intend to.

With his cockhead inside me, my palms pressed into the sand at our sides. I steadily lowered myself over his arousal, moaning the entire length. Once Brandon was completely sheathed inside me, I paused, luxuriated in the feeling.

I gave him a slow ride, as my thighs brought me up and down on his cock, my hips purling. He closed those beautiful blue eyes of his, and despite our act, looked so angelic, then he sighed in pleasure, his breathing deepening, and I smiled mischievously. I didn't love him, he didn't love me. We were just two people looking for relief from the boredom of life.

Leaning toward him, we kissed once more, and I rocked forward, as our breaths mingled. He grabbed my hips, meeting my unhurried rhythm with his own, as my hard nipples slipped along his chest. His cockhead bulged inside me; he was close.

His hands tightened their grip on my hips, as he made one last thrust then froze and groaned in pleasure. As his cum spurt inside me, my body shook, and I cried out.

***

Once my panting ebbed, I slid off Brandon and nestled next to him with my head on his chest.

My head still felt as if it was floating on air, and I began to imagine a summer of love together. No, I told myself, enjoy this moment -- of us naked, our juices on one another, just the two of us lying in the sun like pagans.

After a while, he said, "We need to get the rowboat back."

"Yeah."

We washed ourselves off in the lagoon then after dressing boarded the boat and sluggishly rowed it toward the main beach.

"Wanna do something tonight?" I said.

He didn't answer for a moment, then "My parents have got something going on that I have to be at."

No, I don't regret it, I told myself as dipping the oars into the water. I got to have decent sex. I got to discover something about myself that I never knew before.

But those moments were all behind me. As the setting sun cast an orange glow across the bay, crossing the water back to Ariana and Elle seemed to take forever. I stared ahead at the distant shoreline, which looked like links in a chain.

~FIN~