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Girl Gone Mild

By: Lothario the Great



Putting the bikini on was the hardest part. Robin had saved money for two months, forsaking movies, fast food, shoes and that expensive shampoo she liked, and afterward she was convinced no goal was too lofty if she put her mind to it. And yet, here she stood in a strange hotel room with dingy walls and a malfunctioning TV, holding the string bikini in her hands, and her hands trembled. 

"Robin, did you bring your purple eyeliner?" Carmen asked, as she stood naked digging in her purse. "I think black will be too, you know, goth before the sun goes down." 

Walking from the taxi was what did it, down two blocks along the oceanfront. The street was packed with thousands of college kids, none of them wearing more than they had to. Each boy was an Adonis, each girl a Venus, one set after another of perfect tits and hair, perfect tans, swimsuits hugging perfectly and exposing perfectly. This was not Robin's world. Playing the cocktease could be fun on a Friday night after the football game, fumbling in backseats and guest rooms in Boise, Idaho, but that was nothing compared to what she had already seen since arriving here, and all she'd done was traverse that part of the globe from the airport to this room. 

"I'm gonna wear this blue one of yours, Brenda," said Kari, topless but still wearing shorts, white socks and loafers. "With the five pounds I lost this month, my red one's too big." 

Robin held the top against her bosom and looked in the mirror above the sink. She wore a lime green baby doll T-shirt, but even that wasn't really her style. It pulled at her boobs, making the wire in her bra poke through in a line. The other girls sometimes chided her for not spending the extra cash on Victoria's Secret paraphernalia, what's called the "seamless" or "invisible" or something. There was just no getting around, however, that Robin was more comfortable in sweater sets, blouses, golf shirts, in short, loose-fitting. "Invisible" bras were for girls who deliberately shrunk their shirts. That would never be her. 

"Sure, Kari," Brenda answered. "Unfortunately, I can probably fit into yours." She already had the red top's flimsy spaghetti straps on her shoulders. 

Not that Robin had anything against the shrunk-shirt crowd. When a girl has something to show off, she should, but Robin looked at the world a little more intensely. She was beautiful, yes, she had an athletic figure and superb breasts, even her ankles made boys hot, but that was precisely why she didn't flaunt it. Robin had the looks, she had the brains, and above all, she had the self-confidence. What motive could there be for her to put it out there for every boy? She certainly didn't want EVERY boy, just the good ones, and even those boys should work for it. 

Or so she told herself. Now, here, at Panama City Beach with her girlfriends from the "shrunk-shirt crowd," her self-confidence seemed to have abandoned her. But she wouldn't allow it, she would not. Robin pulled her t-shirt off, unhooked her bra and tossed it carelessly on the bed, unzipped her capris and pulled her white cotton briefs down with them, then forced herself to look in the mirror once again. There she was, at last, Rockin' Robin, the pretty girl with intelligent eyes. Gorgeous clothed, gorgeous naked, gorgeous speaking or silent. She slipped into the string bikini, orange with no pattern, a magnificent color for her not-too-pale Iberian skin and wavy brown hair. 

Then she looked in the mirror, and the anxiety returned. The tummy she thought flat back in Boise now threatened to pooch... or was that just her imagination? No pooch, she decided, just anxiety in her stomach. 

"They'll all stare at me," she said to her reflection. She tried to force her hands down, but they wanted to cover her body, to hide her, and she let them. 

"You say something, Rob?" Carmen said. 

"No," Robin stated. 

Kari smacked Robin's ass. "You look fucking hot, girl." 

Carmen grabbed Robin's tits. "I'd do ya," she said with a grin. 

Robin grinned back. "Cut it out." 

Brenda pulled the string on Carmen's back, and her top fell open. "See how you like being molested," she giggled. 

"You know I love it," cooed Carmen, shoving her bare tits in Brenda's face. Brenda laughed. She grabbed at Brenda's body in a playful way, moaning and lusting with cartoonish hyperbole. Then suddenly Carmen's nipple was in Brenda's mouth, and the room turned quiet. No one would deny the compelling eroticism of the friends' embrace, fondling one another, shiny with sunblock from head to toe. 

Kari ran her fingers through Robin's hair, an intense look in her eyes. "Wanna have some fun?" she whispered seductively. 

The sudden change in tone hit Robin like a knife to the gut, like a betrayal. Kari had been her best friend for ten years, ever since they were little girls in grade school. Throughout that time they played with sex the way boys play with a father's gun hidden under the bed, knowing the act lies somewhere between harmless and lethal. Kari always played harder – she was, in the final analysis, hornier in general – but neither intended to give up on fantasies of good old-fashioned American romance, with the husband and kids and Barbie's pink Dream Trans-Am. The two girls met Brenda and Carmen in junior high, and a year later, all four helped each other masturbate at a late night sleepover in Kari's basement. The next day the girls pretended they enjoyed the adventure, but Robin could tell they were unsettled. The husband, kids and Trans-Am were too important to throw away on a night of uncomfortable fun. 

And so, when they decided as freshmen in college (Kari and Robin at UC Berkeley, Brenda and Carmen at Boston College) to take the trip to Florida together for a week of debauchery, alcohol and anonymous sex, it was almost inevitable they'd breach the subject of lesbian rampaging. Kari told Robin how Carmen first suggested it on the phone, and Robin could tell the idea still made Kari nervous. For Robin, it was more than that. The grade school fondlings with Kari had left a bad taste in Robin's mouth, and with each escalation over the years, that taste had grown more sour. She loved these girls deeply, passionately, but not in that way, and she resented being forced to explain it. Things would be different if any of them were truly in love with girls, but they weren't, and that was the honest truth. Hello? Husband, kids, Trans-Am? Ring a bell, ladies? 

Robin pulled her hand away. "No," she said too softly for Kari to hear. "No," she repeated, and all four looked up at her. She hadn't meant to cause a scene, or to make anyone feel foolish or upset. "I'm not ready," Robin admitted, then added, "yet," although that was a lie. 

She had no intention of jumping into an orgy with these friends. The more she thought about the situation, the more honest she grew... She had no intention of jumping in bed with ANYONE this week. A little debauchery and alcohol sounded fine, but random sex wasn't her style. Backseat teasings in Boise had been fun, as a break from the boredom, but she had known all those boys for years, and some of them she really loved. It was no secret among the girlfriends that she'd been the least promiscuous at university. 

If promiscuity was what it took to stay friends with these girls, then they would soon drift apart. The realization made Robin profoundly sad, and she would never articulate it that way, but there it was. Kari understood, that much was a relief. In junior high Kari had loved fooling around with these girls, for the thrill of it, but the old-fashioned dream could not be jeopardized. To the best of Robin's knowledge, none of them had been with girls since the night of their high school graduation. There had been a beach party and the girls swam to the other side of the lake, where they stretched across the sand in the pitch dark of night, removed their swimsuits and circle jerked. Afterward they discussed leaving one another for different schools, and the conversation had been more poignant and intense than the orgasms. The whole masturbation event felt more obligatory than daring. These days, Kari opined that the East Coast collegians sometimes hooked up in their dorm room, but Robin suspected this happened less than Kari guessed. Both Carmen and Brenda had boyfriends – neither too serious, but still. They were adventurous and horny, no doubt, but although the heart wants what the heart wants, it was the experience of all four that the heart rarely wants to bed-hop. It's complicated, it's deceptive, and it's a little icky. 

So what had they REALLY come to Florida for? Did any of them truly harbor daydreams of drunken bacchanals on a yacht? All Robin wanted was to spend time with her friends, and laugh, and read a little Mary Higgins Clark. 

"That's cool," Carmen said with a look of genuine understanding. She replaced her bikini top as she pecked a kiss on Robin's cheek. Robin instantly felt reassured. This was going to be an awesome vacation after all. 

The four heartbreakers left their hotel room at 3:45, still early enough in the day to take advantage of the sunshine for several long hours. Kari put the "Maid Service, Please" tag on the door even though no one had mussed so much as the drapes. They took a moment to admire the ocean (or Gulf, whatever) from their vantage point on the twelfth floor of the resort hotel tower. In the elevator, they all put on their sunglasses in unison. "Let's get 'em, girls," said Brenda. None of them wore shoes. 

Their first stop was the front desk, where they left their room keys with the cute boy at the register. (No one had anyplace to carry a key.) The plan was to lay out on the sand and put away a cup of beer (one cup each, no more until dinner). That plan changed when they got to the lobby, which opened onto the main Panama City strip. Somehow the place was even louder and rowdier than when the girls first arrived, and the point of it all was simple and irrefutable—to create a sea of flesh. Young, glistening bodies bounced against each other like atoms in a reactor. Girls giggled and screamed, boys grunted and barked, and everyone was touching everyone. 

Robin couldn't help feeling a little scared. She never considered herself claustrophobic, but if someone were to fall in this wave of humanity, they'd be instantly snuffed out. She allowed the other girls to pull her into the wave, afraid to wuss out. After all, if this wasn't what she'd come down here to do, then why had she come? All they talked about for weeks was how good it would feel to finally be free from all that "good girl bullshit," the combed hair and ironed pleats. They would wear as little as possible, kiss as many boys as possible, and say whatever the fuck came to mind. 

Someone grabbed Robin's ass, very hard. She yelped, turned around. A blonde boy with a goatee and chiseled pecs laughed and gave his buddies a "hang ten" sign. She was about to call them "assholes" when Kari WHOO-HOOed and returned the hand gesture. Robin felt betrayed for the second time in an hour, and the feeling lingered as they pressed deeper into the crowd. 

Almost by way of self-fulfilling prophecy, Robin stumbled. She landed flat on her stomach, her boobs slapping against the street. Gravel or some other texture grated painfully against her legs. Above her, the revelers neither looked down nor slowed down. First came a kick to her cheek, then someone stepped on her elbow. A pair of shoes landed full on the back of her calf, then became tangled in her legs, and the person kicked her buttocks as he or she struggled to stay aloft. 

Robin screamed, but the din sponged her voice. Suddenly, she felt hands gripping her under the armpits, lifting her as easy as a bolt of cloth. The hands belonged to a boy with blue eyes and brown hair, wearing a white T-shirt. His face exuded intense dedication to some task at hand, and as he lifted Robin into his arms and barreled through the crowd, she realized that she was the task. 

Even outside the flow of traffic in the street there were too many people. The boy commanded some guys on a bench to "Move, move it," then he set Robin down. At last she was able to rub her elbow, where the pain was worst. She touched a bruise and hissed. 

"Are you okay?" the boy said. He wasn't trying to yell, but he had to make himself heard. 

Robin nodded dumbly. 

Two more boys came up beside the first. "Hey Brian, come on," said one, punching Robin's savior in the arm. 

He ignored them. "I can call the hospital," he shouted to Robin. 

"I'll be fine," Robin yelled. "I'm not cut." 

"Come on!" demanded the friend, pulling the boy away. He smiled at Robin one last time, then was gone. 

The oily sunscreen covering Robin's body had probably protected her from worse injury; otherwise the shoed foot on her leg might have ripped some skin. She stood, examined herself, was relieved to find less damage than she expected. Still, it hurt a little to walk. She thought of standing on the bench, the better to spot her companions in the crowd, but slipping off the bench would suck, and the odds of finding someone in this crowd were slim. After a few more seconds of indecision, she pointed herself in the direction of the resort tower and limped along. This time she was more cognizant of the danger posed by not wearing shoes herself, and she held her hands up to keep other pedestrians at a reasonable distance. But that didn't stop yet another boy from grabbing her ass. She couldn't tell who it was, so she dropped it. 

Back in the hotel room she saw the message light flash on the phone. "Robin, what happened?" asked the voice of Carmen. "We lost you in the crowd! Look, come find us. Just walk straight to the beach in front of the resort. We're gonna find a spot to lay out. Hurry!" 

Their contingency plan had worked. If anyone got lost, all they had to do was return to the room and wait, then someone would use Carmen's phone card number (which they'd all memorized) at a pay phone. 

But Robin didn't hurry out the door. She sat in a chair and rubbed the places on her body that had been violated by the stampede. She'd survive, but the indignity stung. Suddenly she realized how close she came to real danger. They might have really crushed her, even killed her, if that boy hadn't saved her... 

That boy. Brian, that's what they called him. There hadn't been time for much more than a glance, but she remembered his pleasant smile and bright eyes, but especially how serious he seemed when he thought Robin was hurt. How many people did she know who would have stopped to help her like that? Would she have done the same herself? Probably she'd have seen someone on the ground and it would make her yell, "Please help that person!" By then it would be too late. Brian had saved her life. 

Robin pulled open the drapes and gazed at the beach below. Her heart pounded with the thought of her recent brush with death. Or was it beating for something else? 

Her palms slipped across her forearms, where Brian had grabbed her. Her skin was soft and slick, not only with tanning oil but also the light perspiration that broke out from being in Florida's ninety-plus-degree weather for just a few minutes. How determined his grip must have been to yank her from the fray on the first pull. What strength, in the arms and upper body. He'd been wearing a T-shirt, perhaps the only boy out there displaying any modesty, moreso even than Robin herself. Or did he have something to hide? 

No, Brian was strong and beautiful. If she were allowed to remove the shirt she'd find toned skin and defined muscles, like a serious athlete, but not like any athlete she'd ever met, not in the mind. Most were self-absorbed nincompoops, but this boy had saved her life when no one else would. He grabbed her, he put his hands on her, he lifted her into his arms and gazed into her eyes...

Robin slid her right hand down the front of her bikini while the left hand untied one side. She wasn't surprised to find her pussy soaked. Eyes closed, mouth open, she pressed her palm flat against her tummy and rubbed in circles against her clit, massaging the hard button and all the wet flesh over and around it. The room was hot and soon her rubbing made a gentle squishing noise, slowly picking up rhythm. 

For some, the idea of being caught while masturbating is a turn-on, but for many others it's a disagreeable eventuality. If you're a private person by nature, or you worry about what people say behind your back, there's nothing worse than having someone (or, worse, someones) walk in on you while your fingers are buried in your twat. So Robin didn't strip naked, nor watch through the window while she touched herself, nor secretly wish for her girlfriends to return and either applaud her effort or join in. Rather, she quickly reached over and closed the drapes, left her top in place and rubbed as fast as she could. There was no telling when the girls might return, and she wanted to be finished when they did. It's just that, she couldn't help it. That boy... he was so great... so nice... She pretended he still had his hands on her arms. She flexed her biceps at the phantom touch...

The orgasm arrived without ceremony. BANG, then huff huff huff, then the slow decline and a vague feeling of, "That's all?" Robin remained in the chair, suffering under the delusion that she had been used. Hadn't she come here to get laid? No, not really. Different time zone, different set of rules, but she was still herself. She wanted nice things, sweet things, and she wouldn't apologize for it. The person she was was the person she intended to become – attractive, smart, ambitious, foresightful – and if somehow a touch of socially awkward crept in, well, what did she expect? How could she be her own person and not everyone else's, but still meet their expectations? 

Robin used her hand to wipe the wetness from her pussy, then tied her bikini back up. Sunglasses back in place, she returned to the first floor. To her right was the street party and its cavalcade of ignorance. To her left was the pool and bar, and beyond that the shoreline. Robin turned left. 

She strolled along the sand, hands behind her back like a soldier at ease, looking for her friends. Idiots in the water played chicken, boys with girls on their shoulders, and the girls were both topless. They spilled their beers on the boys below and whooped and hollered. Robin was, if she admitted it, rather jealous of the fun they were having. 

Further down the beach she found a naked girl lying stomach-down on the sand, her body shiny with sweat and oil. A closer look revealed the girl to be Carmen, resting with eyes closed, her two bikini pieces beside her head. No one seemed to look, even though the beach was packed with rowdy party-goers. Even more shocking than the naked body of Carmen was the sight of Kari and Brenda sitting on two boys' laps, french-kissing. Many, many couples were doing the same thing as far as the eye could see in both directions. The smell of beer threatened to overpower the sea brine. 

"Hi Carm," Robin said as she sat on the sand. 

Carmen looked up. "Hey, kid! Where'd you go?" 

"I fell. Almost got trampled."

"Holy shit! On the street?" 

"Yeah." 

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Some guy saved me." 

"Some guy? Was he cute?" 

A pertinent question. Robin grinned. "A little." 

"You two hook up?" 

"What?" 

"You were gone a long time," Carmen said with a twinkle in her eye. 

Robin was usually game for her friends' libidinous overtures, and she had become adept at the game over the years, but sometimes she couldn't tell if they were joking or not. "Are you serious?" Robin replied, trying to sound mock-indignant but coming across actually-indignant. 

"What? You were gone a long time." 


Girl Gone Mild Ch. 02



Robin awoke to the sensation of smooth sheets, too smooth to be hers, against her naked skin. She was generally used to much colder temperatures first thing in the morning, attending a New England college. Her sleepy mind and half-opened eyes struggled to make sense of the warmth, pervasive and thick. Then she remembered her current location: Panama City Beach, Florida, during the bohemian Spring Break season. 

At least that explained the temperature, but it still took minute to remember whose bed she was in. Not only were the sheets not her own—they were far too luxurious—but she was sleeping in the nude, not a habit of hers. Still trapped in her half-dream state, she shifted and slipped imperceptibly against the fabric, relishing the silky grit against her warm flesh, a pure sensory joy detached from emotion. It just felt good. 

Relatively speaking, it wasn't long at all before Robin remembered to look for a boy in the bed. And there he was... Brian. So much space separated them in the king size bed, but she didn't feel isolated. On the contrary, she suspected she'd been sleeping for several long, uninterrupted hours, and that she had Brian and the bed to thank for it. Such would not have been the case back in her hotel room. 

Their love-making had been a workout, though not extreme. Certainly the exertion had prepared her for a long nap, but also, Brian made her feel safe. Her first fully conscious thought was to wonder if she'd put him off by dozing so quickly. Surely he'd expected more fun than just a single go in the sack. Perhaps he wouldn't mind being awakened in a slightly carnal fashion. 

Robin leered over Brian to see the digital clock on his nightstand. It read 4:30 in the morning. She was surprised. Why did the room seem to glow with the soft light of morningtime? A powerful white streetlamp just outside the villa was the culprit, bathing Brian's room in a soft glow like moonlight on speed. The light and its effect on the room further heightened the fairy tale ambiance of the event. This was as close to a waking dream as she would ever come. 

No decision, just instinct, compelling her fingertips to reach out for Brian's bare shoulder blade. He did not wake. Robin slid closer, as the sheets wiped across her breasts, making her nipples hard. She made an effort to push her brain deeper into the groggy state of barely-awake, falling in love with the dreamy quality of the moment. At last she lay curled up behind Brian, her naked body pressed against his, rocking her torso like a boat on the water so her tits flowed across his strong back muscles. She wrapped one leg over his knees, moving her toes across his calves. Every breath in her lungs was deep and soothing like sweet schnapps. 

"Wha..." Brian's head snapped up sleepily. His brown hair appeared jet-black in the dark room. 

"Shhhhhhh." Robin blew warm air across Brian's ear. He smelled a little like salt and sweat, an aroma which pervaded the entire town. Lovers everywhere, mostly in their twenties, had just spent the long night grappling in the dark as she had, some with friends, most with strangers, exuding the sweet stench of copulation out across the gulf waters like a tide. Robin considered Brian both a stranger and a friend. She wondered if others would make the distinction, then quickly shunted the idea aside. Value judgments would wait until the light of day. 

Slowly, Brian turned his body until he lay on his back. Robin, with her leg still curled around his, felt her inner thigh pressing against the boy's sleepy penis, which was impressive even in its placid state. She inhaled at the touch of his genitals. Once again acting on instinct, she tasted the skin of his shoulder, lapping at it with her tongue, spreading her warm saliva down to his neck. She moved her open palm across his strong chest, circling a fingertip around his nipples. 

Brian came alive. He buried his hand in her hair and pulled her face toward his, then kissed her smoothly, a sleepy kiss, free of obligation or reservation, transmitting only one message: I want you. 

His hands moved like butter across her torso and tummy, as he turned his body toward hers. Robin moaned as he kissed her neck muscles, pressing his lips hard against her flesh. He grabbed her ass tenderly, and she felt the first twinge of craving in her vagina, the moisture welling up at the entrance until a single drop slid down her leg and onto the sheets. Robin kissed Brian hard in response, rewarding the inside of his mouth with her tongue. 

The lovers kissed and hugged for several long minutes, moving their hands slowly across one another, using their legs to stimulate the genitals, almost like a dance. At last Brian moved his hands up to Robin's rib cage and held her in place as he covered her breast with his mouth. "Ahh..." Robin gasped, her lips and teeth parted, as all her pretty brown hair fell across her face. She struggled to hold still as Brian touched the goosebumps of her areola with the tip of his tongue, persuading the center stone to swell and harden. Once the nipple was hard, Brian sucked her gently, pulling the stone between his teeth, holding it in place as he continued to lick. Then he moved his fingers up to her other breast to keep the second nipple from feeling neglected. He rubbed tenderly with a single fingertip, across and around, then pinched it against his thumb, all the while sucking the first with his mouth. 

Robin's pussy throbbed warm and wet. She knew the cream now covered Brian's abdomen as she squeezed against him, writhing with pleasure. Her hand moved down to Brian's penis, already hard against her legs, and not just hard but thick and twitching. She stroked him once and felt his reaction in his mouth, as he sucked her nipple harder. The pre-cum dripped from his dickhead, and she covered her palm in it as she jerked him off. Looking for more lubricant, she fingered her own pussy, finding the lips swollen and her clitoris hard enough to protrude from the hood, then returned her juicy fingers back to his dick. Her fist moved sloppily down Brian's eight-inch cock, so thick that her fingers almost didn't fit around it. 

Brian bucked his hips as he fucked Robin's hand. He returned the favor, moving his hand between her legs. Robin instinctively lifted one leg, exposing her crotch to him. His two fingers drove effortlessly into her, and she squeezed them with her vagina. Brian's mouth moved to her sternum, licking up and down her chest as they got one another off. Their hands made slow movements, exploring the other's privates in a patient fashion, stimulating almost as a side-effect. 

Robin moved her body down, further under the sheet, until the tip of the boy's cock barely touched her labia. Her breathing sped up, as did Brian's. A shiver went down her body, and she held onto Brian looking to calm her nerves. She felt him reach under her leg, rubbing her flesh up to her bottom, calming her. At last she licked her dry lips, held her breath and scooted down further on the bed, inviting the gratuitously thick head into her pussy. A thick dollop of cream spilled across her leg. 

"Uh..." she muttered. Brian breathed hard against her neck, drooling at little. Robin felt the first patches of perspiration across her lower back, chest and forehead. Her hand felt sweat on Brian's back as well. As he thrust his penis deeper inside her, she gritted her teeth and growled. Brian held her by the ass and worked himself further in, pressing forward once and finding a dry spot, then pulling out just a tad, then fully impaling the girl with a dramatic burst of effort. 

Robin spread her legs even further, trying by instinct to open her poor little pussy further for the tool forcing her open. She touched the flesh of her pussy lips and marveled at how they stretched tight around the cock, forming a sealed ring which made her outer crotch swell puffy with hot blood. She had no rational explanation for how something so wide could fit inside her. The two fuzzy testicles bobbed against her, proving how deep the boy had ventured. 

Brian thrust again. Robin grabbed his body like a nervous equestrian. "OHH!" she cried, her eyes open as wide as her mouth. Brian fucked her again, then again, pounding a magnificently slow rhythm, quite obviously trying to ensure that Robin fully experienced each thrust as a separate, glorious event. Then the girl licked his cheek from the chin to the eyebrow, her way of saying that playtime had ended, as she rocked her pelvis against the boy three times fast, stroking his cock hard and smooth. 

Unable to resist, Brian began fucking her harder, faster and, if possible, deeper with every drive. Both lovers turned noisy. Robin emitted a helpless, feminine grunt in time with each stroke, while Brian hissed his deep breaths through closed teeth. They held fast to one another by the arms and back, with Robin's ear pressed to the side of Brian's head. 

After a while on their sides, Brian pulled the girl on top, straight up with her knees against his ribs. They fucked hard, with Brian pounding from underneath and Robin exerting only enough muscle control to remain vertical. She played with her bouncing titties and discovered she was now sweating in earnest, the drops forming and pouring down her round orbs and onto her stomach. She felt the sweat in her hair, and in Brian's hair as well. She heard wet slapping echoing in the room. 

The pole of Brian's big dick swiped across the top of Robin's vagina, coaxing moisture from her lubrication mechanism each passing minute. At first she was self-conscious about the amount of pussy cream dripping from her body into Brian's pubic hair, but when the boy started massaging her clitoris with his thumb, he reached up and licked the cream from his hand, then went back for more. Next he shoved his fingers into Robin's mouth so she would taste herself, sweat and cream and all. She knew Brian's sweat and jizz were also in that brew, and it made her suck hard on his fingers. 

Suddenly, Robin's body took over. She felt the muscles in her bottom and legs rock faster, driving the penis viciously into her cervix. After only a few seconds of rapid pounding, the orgasm slammed into her lower body, burning hot like a white flash. "Ohh... Ohh... Ohhh..." she called out as the climax whipped her body like an escaped fire hose. She grabbed at the boy's solid chest muscles and rocked harder, commanding the orgasm to continue. 

Robin's fingers laced around Brian's forearms as she sought to quickly steady herself. Then she worked her crotch faster across the boy's loins, ramming his huge cock inside again and again with a vibrating motion. The orgasm was kept in place by Robin's will, sending delicious shockwaves down her thigh muscles, waves she had to ignore in order to keep pounding the pole inside her. "Fuck... fuck..." she whispered in a high-pitched squeal. Brian grabbed her by the hips and helped her along, fucking her from below as he pushed and pulled her entire form, making her tits bounce hard, spraying her sweat his own naked body and all over bedsheets. 

At last her legs clamped together around Brian's abdomen, forcing her to a halt like a car hitting a telephone pole. She dug her fingernails into Brian's sides and rode out the powerful aftershocks cascading up her torso—wham... wham... wham... She licked her lips and gave a tired laugh. 

"Whew," Robin said as she wiped the sweat from her breasts and arms. Suddenly, before the boy knew what hit him, Robin pulled herself off the massive dick and fell to her stomach on the mattress. She slid as much of the penis inside her mouth as possible and began sucking him off as hard and fast as she could. The boy's body tensed as he struggled to withstand the onslaught. He wrapped his fingers inside Robin's dripping wet hair, pressing hard against her skull, trying to keep sane.

Robin stroked Brian's well-lubed cock with both her sweaty hands, while her mouth gobbled his shaft to the mid-way point. She wanted the experience to be as wet as possible, drooling and slobbering into his pubic hair, always with a sucking, slurping sound. She savored the musky taste of her own pussy cream, its odor strong in her nostrils. The spit and cream dripped from Brian's balls and across his thighs. 

Without warning, Brian exploded in Robin's throat, shooting blasts of thick, slimy semen across the roof of her mouth. She started swallowing as fast as she could, but a good portion of that first, voluminous load spurted out through the seal her lips made. Finally, the big loads stopped, followed by a trickle of watery fluid. "Oh my god!" Brian yelled as Robin continued to suck, putting immense pressure on his tender cock, its lower vein now throbbing with blood. 

The room reeked of sex. With no open windows or doors, no air conditioning turned on, and both lovers breathing hard and hot, the sweat and cum aromas were overwhelming. 

Robin found her hand buried back between her legs, dipping inside her vagina, finding the G-spot and rubbing it absent-mindedly. She continued kissing Brian's penis, licking it clean, as she moved her legs back onto the bed. She climbed on top of Brian, settling her ass in his face, her crotch on his chest, and played with herself for him to see. In a heartbeat Brian's fingers were probing her, making her moan, making her toes curl. As Brian finger-fucked her, his own penis hardened once again, encouraged by Robin's stroking. She pumped him slowly with one fist and laid her head against his leg, trying to catch her breath. Taking a risk, she reached back with her other hand and played with her asscheeks, then inserted one finger inside her sweaty, steamy asshole. The risk was that Brian would be turned off or, at least, not get the hint. 

Brian got the hint. He fingered her pussy with four fingers of one hand as two fingers on the other wiggled into her tight, slippery ass. His hot breath flooded the flesh of her inner legs, his tongue lapping against her. Robin used her hand, free once more, to rub her titties and pinch her nipples. Then she reached under Brian's body and found his asshole. She dipped one finger in, straight as an arrow, and found him wet and hot as well. His tight anus hugged her finger as he flexed his muscles around it. 

Then Brian pulled Robin's body up to his face, as he buried his tongue and lips in her loins. He continued fingering her ass as his other hand slid up and down the strong, sweaty muscles of her back and shoulders. Robin moaned with her mouth open, then began to lick Brian's hard dick like a lollipop, paying special attention to the edges around his dickhead, probing the hole on top. Slowly but with pressure, the lovers ate and sucked each other for about ten minutes. 

In a fit of passion, Brian grabbed Robin and threw her onto her back. She felt the thick, burning hot sweat of her entire backside soak the bedsheets, or perhaps she was only feeling the wet spill that Brian had created. The boy positioned himself between Robin's spread eagle legs, as he gripped both her ankles and held them high in the air. Without using his hands, he dipped his hard dick inside Robin's gaping hole, teasing her passage with a hint of insertion, then pulling out, then dipping back in. Robin smiled, knowing her partner probably couldn't see her face in the dark, then arched her back up and slammed herself into Brian's crotch, taking all of him in at one go. 

If she had expected the boy to start out slow and gentle, she was mistaken. Brian draped the girl's legs over his forearms, grabbed her by the ribcage and gave her the fucking of her life. Robin lay helpless as Brian pounded, pounded, faster and faster, whipping her across the bed almost as viciously as he moved his own body, bouncing her onto himself again and again. 

Robin came quickly. "AHHHH! AHHHHH! EEEEEE!" For two long minutes she screamed and screamed with pleasure, holding onto Brian's knees for dear life. At last, either from mercy or exhaustion, Brian slowed his rhythm, but he did not stop. His thick, greasy pole continued to glide easily in and out of her, thumping against her uterus, building the friction across her entire vagina, slapping her engorged clitoris against his pelvis bone with expert repetition. Just as Robin thought she was descending to a recovery point, a new orgasm detonated from inside her pussy, spreading out like fire across an oil spill. The orgasm crawled up her stomach like an animal and grabbed her by the throat, making her scream again. She whipped her head from side to side, trying to manage the pleasure pouring out of her with such relentless force. 

At this point, Brian caught his second wind. "Urr... Urr... Urrr..." he grunted and growled as he summoned all the physical stamina within him, attempting to fuck the very life from the helpless girl underneath him. Robin orgasmed, or maybe simply renewed the previous cum. No breathing would escape her throat as she pinched Brian's arms inside her knees and fucked him back, driving the orgasm across her flesh like sound waves peeled from a huge bell. The first breath she caught exited as the word "FUCK!" Then she begged her captor for more. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god! Oh my fucking god! Fucking fuck me! Ooooh! Ooooh! Oh my! Oh my god!" The screaming and twisting and writhing worked Robin into such a frenzy that she actually summoned yet another orgasm. This time it was more than she could take. Every muscle, tense and taut during the last wave of cumming, failed her completely and left her as a spasming blob on the bed. A guttural sound escaped her mouth as she drooled onto the pillow. Sweat and tears poured across her hair. 

And still the boy's penis continued to fuck her. Brian had once more picked up serious speed. He slapped his wet body against Robin's, whipping his balls against her ass, shaking sweat from his hair onto her burning flesh. Then at last, as though he didn't know it was about to happen, Brian's entire body tensed like flash-frozen beef. "Ahhh!" he yelled, as he arched his back and drove his cock deep inside Robin with one final thrust. Seconds later, he extracted the beast from her pussy with a slurp, aimed it at her breasts with one hand, and shot several thick ropes across and between her nipples. 

Robin caressed her pussy, instinctively protecting it from further assault, as she rubbed the hot jizz into her tits, focusing on her throbbing hard nipples. Brian dropped almost his full weight on top of her, so that their naked bodies slid and slapped together, with their legs entwined. He covered her lips with his open mouth, and she kissed him in return, finding luxury in the early morning strength of his breath and returning her own. They licked each other wetly, across the tongue and teeth, their wet noses sliding together. Then Brian fell to one side, breathing hard, with one hand on top of Robin's and both of them feeling her sloppy pussy together. They were spent. 

The weary, satisfied girl thought she might drift off to sleep, but it didn't happen. She dreamily rubbed her hand across her tummy as Brian caressed her breasts, kissed her neck. To be perfectly honest, she was still incredibly turned on. The last thing she wanted was for the sexual charge to dissipate. But she needed fluids, lots of fluids, and maybe something to eat. 

"Hi," she said softly. Even in the dark, Brian's face was close enough that she could see his eyes illuminated by the streetlamp. 

"Hi," Brian responded. 

"Feed me." 

"You mean... like... wait. What do you mean?" 

"Food. I need breakfast."

"Oh! Thank god. I'm drained." 

They laughed. Groaning like victims of physical violence, they pulled themselves from the bed, with Robin allowing Brian to help her to her feet. He led her by the hand to his kitchen and he opened the refrigerator. The bright light poured across their bodies, revealing their absolute nakedness for the first time. Brian went out of his way to not seem self-conscious, leaning against the appliance as he scanned its contents. "What are you hungry for?" 




Girl Gone Mild Ch. 02



Robin felt exposed, though objectively not more so than when she strolled outdoors in her orange string bikini. It helped that she felt so fantastic, still tingling from the sex, as the warm Florida air complimented the thin screen of moisture covering her from head to toe. She forced herself to stand still, facing the boy, with her hands held casually behind her back, although her unseen hands were really clasped together in a death grip. "What can you make?" she asked. 

"Cereal," Brian answered. He rolled his eyes. 

They stood at the bar, in the dark once more, eating bowls of corn flakes, which suited Robin just fine. She had anticipated something more substantial, maybe bacon and eggs, but after a grueling physical workout—which is exactly what the sex had been—she had an appetite for something low-fat. Brian appeared to share her taste in post-coital cuisine. 

"Thank you," Robin said. 

"No problem." 

"I mean... for everything." 

"Thank me? Jesus. Thank YOU." 

Robin laughed shyly. 

"No seriously," Brian said. "I mean..." 

"What?" 

"I don't even know how to say it." 

"Then just say it." 

"Okay, I will." 

"Good." 

Then Brian stammered. He took another bite of cereal. "Robin, I mean, WOW." 

"Yeah, I know," she said with a grin. 

"You're fantastic. I mean, really great." 

"Mm-hmm." 

"What mm-hmm?" 

"Go on, ask." 

"Ask what?" 

"Ask how many boys I've slept with."

"Fuck, I don't care at all about that shit." 

Robin shrugged. "Suit yourself." 

"What are you talking about?" 

Robin knew she was projecting her own insecurities onto her lover, which made her annoyed at herself. She decided honesty was the best policy. "I guess I can't help thinking you're so good in bed because you've been with a lot of girls. And I assumed maybe you thought the same thing about me. And now you're telling me you don't give a fuck about that shit." 

"Whoa. That's heavy." 

"Yeah, I know. Just forget it." 

"Wait wait wait wait wait." Brian touched Robin's hand, sending a jolt through her body. "Let's just set aside for the moment all the things we've done in the past. I want you to know something, and I mean this. I've never had such wonderful sex before in my entire life, and I've never been so good in bed before tonight. It has nothing to do with what's come before. It's all because you're you. We were great together." 

Robin put her spoon down, reached forward and pulled Brian close to her. She kissed him, pressing her body against his. Her heart beat hard against his chest as he gently caressed her mouth with his own. They stood there by the bar, holding one another, just kissing. 

Then Brian led her into the living room. He left her standing in the center of the room as he closed the blinds, then turned on the stereo system. As he returned to her, placing his arms around her waist, she immediately recognized the first notes to pour from the speakers. The album was "Grace" by Jeff Buckley, a song called "Mojo Pin," a slow melody featuring a languid electric guitar and Buckley's brilliant, piercing tenor voice, accompanied by nonsense lyrics telling of a drug-fueled dream about a strange, erotic woman. 

Brian danced with her. They swayed softly back and forth, cheek to cheek, Brian holding her hand, naked and warm and sensual beyond all reason. Each repetition of the song's chorus was more intense than the last, with harder rhythms and Buckley's voice growing more insistent, more desperate. Brian's hand moved from Robin's waist to her breasts. They continued dancing as he fondled her, playing with her flesh, gently flicking her nipple with his fingertips. Robin grabbed at Brian's ass, holding on as the passion building up inside her came to a peak. 

Robin's eyes had been slightly closed as they danced. When the second song on the album started, she looked at Brian and saw that the sun had come up. Dawn's orange glow filled the white curtains in the patio doors. Robin stopped dancing but allowed the music to drive her sexual desire forward. She kissed Brian deeply, wetly, as she shoved his hand between his legs. His fingers jabbed up and into her pussy, its lips still dripping wet with moisture. Robin held onto the boy's neck with the all the strength left in her arms. For his part, the boy knew well enough to cradle Robin's ass to keep her from collapsing. "Uh... uh... mmm..." Robin moaned, her neck craned back so far she faced the ceiling, her eyes rolled back so far she saw nothing but stars. 

Brian found a rhythm that made the girl respond, and he stuck with it. He held her in place, standing in the growing light of dawn, masturbating her into a frenzy. All Robin had to do was ride Brian's hand and hang on tight. "Oh shit," she yelled, then grabbed Brian's wrist and came against it, panting and shaking her head. She had never before climaxed standing up, and she simply adored the weak feeling in her knees. 

She slid down Brian's body like a pole, then laid on her back. The light of day changed everything about their relationship. Brian now stood rugged and lovely as a force of nature, looking exactly like the handsome boy from the day before except for the huge boner shooting out from his crotch. Robin admired his penis so much. She was physically attracted to it, wanting it like a ripe piece of fruit. She hoped, for her part, that she seemed as sexy and inviting as she intended, propped up on her elbows and smiling at the boy, her legs spread open casually as she cupped her breasts in her hands. The tight muscles of her tummy rose and fell as she breathed raggedly, ravenous for Brian to descend upon her. 

Reverently, Brian dropped to his knees and placed both hands on Robin's legs. "Here," he said as he handed her a sofa pillow to put behind her head, a gesture so considerate it made Robin dizzy. He used a remote control to reduce the stereo's volume to a whisper. Then slowly, as though savoring the moment, he inched forward, moving his cock closer to Robin's shaved pussy an inch at a time. 

Helpless, Robin watched, her arms draped carelessly across the carpet, as Brian positioned himself between her smooth legs. He moved his knees beneath her ankles so they rested comfortably stop his thighs, then held her in place by her hips. When the head of his penis touched her clitoris, she swallowed hard. Finally she felt the luxurious pressure of the head spreading her flesh apart, rubbing the shallowest section of her wet vagina, before gliding down with one smooth movement, not quick but deliberate, certain, inevitable. Robin knew she was wet, but the ease with which the mega-thick member flooded her was a surprise. 

The boy stopped then, resting his balls against her anus, simply enjoying the sensation of Robin's pussy enveloping him. Robin tried hard to remain perfectly still, and was rewarded with the experience of feeling her heartbeat pound through her entire body, rushing fast through her pussy walls, across her chest, up her neck. 

Never before, even by her own hand, had she been brought to a point of such immense ecstasy, nor had she ever been fucked so slowly, so gently as this. Brian held her body in his hands like the most fragile porcelain as his penis began to move almost imperceptibly inside her. 

"Wow..." Robin whispered. They looked at one another with wide eyes, examining each other's bodies with undisguised lust. Robin could see Brian's chest and stomach muscles flexing even in this super-relaxed moment, a slight grin fixed across his face. The new sunlight illuminated the sweaty glow of his skin, and also her own. She watched her tits to see if they would jiggle or bounce at the motion of their fucking, but Brian's penetrations were so smooth, so slow, that she did not bounce at all. She couldn't remember her nipples ever being this hard without someone touching them.

Brian noticed them too, and he reached out with shivering hands, with only the very tips of his fingers touching the very tips of her nipples. When the contact happened, Robin gasped, and her vagina muscles clinched the boy so suddenly that she could actually feel the shape of the huge cock inside her, a kind of communication that she had never thought possible. And even so, the boy did not increase the speed of his movement. 

Robin moved her hand down to the place where their genitals met. She pressed her hand against the boy's loins, moving her fingers through his pubic hair, where he was hot and wet. Still connected to his gaze with her own, she whispered very, very quietly, "You're fucking me." 

"I'm fucking you," Brian said in an equally soft whisper. For almost another hour, long past the end of the music, he kept her there on the floor, making love to her, moving his hands across her with worshipful delicacy. Robin felt the sweat dry from her body, even as her vagina grew more and more damp. Each long, masterful stroke of Brian's penis seemed to draw more cream, more fluid, more steam from her hole, soaking his pubic hair, his legs, her legs, and the carpet below. At some point—Robin could barely remember when—Brian placed the toes of her right foot inside his mouth and suckled them like candy, one-by-one, two-by-two. The girl whimpered from time to time. She felt her orgasm building, building, but refusing to break. Later she would be amazed at how focused her mind had been on the event at hand, rather than drifting to thoughts of school or work. For a full hour, her entire universe was commanded by the feeling of Brian's big penis fucking her tight, dripping hole. 

Then at last she turned her head to one side and said, "I'm gonna cum." Suddenly, Brian placed one hand under her back and another around her waist, then lifted the girl onto his lap. Once her body was pressed against his, he wrapped his arm around her back. 

"Not yet," he said in her ear. His hot breath on her neck nearly triggered the orgasm. 

"Oh god," Robin said, trying to control herself, trying to stop the explosion. 

"Shhhhhh." 

Brian held her body so she couldn't move, with one hand pressed tightly against the small of her back. Robin breathed deep through her wide-open mouth, her teeth shivering against Brian's ear. She hugged him with all her might, trying to keep her pussy from moving, mindful that even the slightest bit of friction would send her over the edge. 

"Alright?" Brian asked.

"Mm-hmm," Robin confirmed through tight lips. 

"We're going to cum together," the boy whispered. He glided up into her, once, slower than before. Robin wrapped one arm around his shoulders and the other around his neck, with her fingers burrowing into his mussed-up hair. Brian held her buttocks as tenderly as possible, directing her entire body with only the slightest touch, as he buried his face in the nape of her neck. Robin felt every point of contact between them—her breast against his torso, her stomach against his stomach, her curled toes working underneath his calf muscles. And her pussy, especially her pussy, draining itself of an ounce of thick cream now that gravity was pulling it downward, dripping a little more with each of the boy's thrusts. 

Brian said, "I'm about to cum," and his hands squeezed Robin's ass just a bit harder. She felt a tightness pull across her forehead and chest as her thigh muscles pulled slightly, rocking her back and forth across the boy. The lovers clung to one another as the rocking increased in speed, though still very slow, an exercise in minutia. 

The moment arrived like a sudden downpour of gentle rain. Just as Robin felt her body begin to betray her commands and push deep into the world of orgasm, she felt the boy's body tense, and he held her tighter, breathed harder, let out a soft moan. Robin came, first one soft jolt, then a second slightly stronger, then a wave like warm lava being poured into her hollow vessel and filling every crevice inside. The two teenagers moaned with open mouths, hugging fiercely, sharing a single spasming shiver between their bodies

Robin floated down from heaven on the last moments of her orgasm as the boy continued to move in a regular rhythm, the semen dribbling from his penis again and again, even a full minute after the first ejaculation. Then they stopped moving and held each other, breathing hard, for two minutes. Sweat had broken out between them where their bodies touched. 

"I want you to eat my pussy," Robin whispered. "I want you to lick it clean." 

Without hesitation, Brian dipped the girl onto her back, extracting his penis from her. The cock had lost some of its tension but remained a thick, glistening beast. Brian dropped onto his stomach and pushed his lips into Robin's smooth pussy lips, lapping her moisture into his mouth with his tongue. Robin knew he was tasting every fluid they had shared—her lubricants, her sweat, his own sweat, and especially the load of cum he had just deposited inside her. All this and more flowed down his throat. Robin rocked her hips, moving her clitoris against Brian's mouth as he cleansed her, and quickly came again. But what she thought would be a mild aftershock turned out to be her most intense orgasm of the entire affair, bursting like a grenade in her lower body. She threw her head back and screamed, screamed, screamed, as her hands held the boy's head in place. At the most magnificent point of the cumming, her body ripped itself away involuntarily from Brian's face, crawling back, trembling and spasming. She curled into a ball with her hand pressed between her legs, trying to soothe the electric force still assaulting her womb. Her moans turned into laughter, as the orgasm dissipated, leaving her a tingling mass of wet girl flesh on the carpet. She looked at Brian and found his face pressed to the floor, similarly exhausted. 

When she caught her breath, she said, "I just had the most amazing thought." 

"What's that?" the tired boy asked.

"So everyone in Panama City is fucking tonight, right?" 

"Yeah."

"And everyone thinks they're having the best sex in the city. But they're all wrong except us." 

"Huh. I'd agree with that." He coughed, his breath still ragged. 

"You sound worn out." 

"Hh."

"I thought you were in better shape than that."

Brian sat up. "Hey!" He grabbed Robin's ankle and pulled her playfully.

Robin yelped. "Wait wait wait! I'm still cumming, I think." 

"Oh. That's awesome." 

"For me it is." Then the girl sprawled herself across the floor, spread out like a pinned butterfly. "That was amazing." 

"You're amazing." 

"I like playing with the hair on your chest," Robin said, not knowing why. She was staring at the ceiling.

"You don't have much hair on you at all. A little on your arms." 

"My girlfriends insisted I arrive here completely bald." 

"And I thank them." 

Thoughts of the girls turned her features into a frown. "I almost forgot about them." 

"I'll take that as a compliment." 

Robin grinned, but she was still worried. Why was she worried? They were grown-ups. Granted, they weren't behaving like grown-ups, what with the wanton group sex, but they could register to vote if they wanted. 

"Are you leaving?" Brian asked, seeming to read Robin's mind. 

Robin asked carefully, "Are you asking me to leave?" 

"I'd like to go with you, if that's what this is." 

Robin smiled her most disarming smile. "Good." 

"Finally." 

"What?" 

"I can spend a few minutes of the day without my wiener hanging out." 

Robin laughed. The laughter made her boobs jiggle, which spurred a bout of self-consciousness, which made her cover herself, which made her laugh harder considering the topic of conversation. Brian laughed as well, but rather than cover anything, he seemed even more at ease, as he leaned against the sofa with both arms draped across the cushions, his aforementioned wiener dangling in the most content manner. 

Then he stood and picked up Robin's muscular body and tossed it over his shoulder like a sack of rice. Robin shrieked with laughter as Brian carried her to his bathroom, kissing her asscheek along the way. He set her on her feet, turned the shower on, then french kissed her tenderly as they waited for the water to warm up. 

"I think you're beautiful," he said as he looked at her face. 

Robin had an odd reaction to this statement. She believed him, and she appreciated the compliment, but his words didn't leave the lump in her throat he probably anticipated. She had heard them many times before, from many horny boys, and always for the same reason. They wanted to bed her, or maybe they wanted to enhance their own self-esteem by acknowledging the beauty of some object they had found, but either way it was always about them. Brian's case was special in that he had already bedded her. She would have to give the matter some thought. 

They spoke very little as they showered together. Other than about five minutes of hugging and kissing, enhanced by the slippery soapiness between their bodies, the shower was mostly about the business of purging the truly rank film of skank they had gathered over the past few hours. Florida sex simply was what it was. Not that Robin would have had it any other way. She knew Brian had probably left the air conditioner either off or on low power the night before, and she approved, because the sweaty sex had been fucking fantastic. Indeed, it gave the current shower more of a purpose. They had to rub each other harder to get really clean, and that wasn't a bad thing. 

After the shower, Brian left Robin to her own devices in the bathroom for a while. She peed like an elephant—she had actually seen such a graphic display at the zoo once—then wrapped her oversized towel around her body and inspected herself in the mirror. Some makeup would have been nice, but none was on hand. Honestly, she always preferred her natural, un-whitewashed face to the made-up lady she felt society demanded her to be, but it had been years since she walked into public without even a little eyeliner. 

She entered the kitchen, her body covered for the first time that day. "You made coffee?" 

"The coffee maker did. Everything in this villa is automatic, once you type the code in at the front door. My dad likes things a certain way." 

"Good for him." 

"Yeah, unless you happen to be one of his appliances. I'm sure he wishes I came with a keypad."

"Sounds rough." 

"Meh." Brian shrugged. "So what's the plan for today?" 

The moment of truth. Suddenly, Robin panicked. She couldn't imagine spending another minute of the trip without Brian by her side, as much for the security of having someone she trusted around as for the boyfriend factor. She certainly did not want to face Kari and the girls alone. 

"Wanna stick together?" she asked, more tentatively than she intended. 

Brian nodded. "Very much." 

Robin's heart started beating again; she hadn't known it stopped. She smiled, the way a little girl smiles when she gets a new doll. Brian poured her a mug of coffee. 

The weather that day promised to once again be absolutely perfect. This was good, because Robin still didn't have a damn thing to wear except her orange string bikini. Brian offered to let her borrow a t-shirt, but she declined. With all those young bodies prowling the boardwalk and side streets, nothing could have made her more conspicuous than an extra layer of loose boy clothes. Besides, the idea was to get back to her room at the resort and find some clothes of her own, pretty girl clothes, then run off with Brian in the city, away from the drunk dunces on the sand. They exited Brian's villa together around 7:30, he in nothing but trunks, both of them barefoot. Brian locked the door and they were off. 

Their first stop was two nearby villas, belonging to Brian's buddies, Philip and Todd. Neither was in their rooms. "What did you expect?" Robin asked. 




Girl Gone Mild Ch. 02



They walked to Robin's tower on the beach, side-by-side although they didn't hold hands. Not many other people were awake at this time of the morning, and those that did walk the streets were in rough shape. 

Outside the tower lobby, Robin said to Brian, "Listen, why don't you go wait on that patio where the buffet was last night. I'll be right down." 

"You don't want me to come with?" 

"I... Look, it's—"

"No no, it's cool. I just thought, I dunno, if it's you versus seven naked idiots, trying to get your stuff out of there..." 

"Ah, I don't think... Look, it'll be okay. I mean, they're sober now." 

Brian shrugged, nodded. But he didn't leave. 

"Yeah?" Robin probed. 

"Well, come on. We haven't even discussed it."

"Discussed what?" 

"I just think someone should say it out loud. You're gonna come stay with me for the week, right?" 

Robin realized with a shock that, no, they hadn't discussed it. Where she had reservations the night before, there were now only foregone conclusions. Her eyes went wide at the realizations that she was both imposing on a complete stranger and, also, that he might not want her there. "Jesus, you're right," she said. "I just assumed..." 

But Brian's smile made it all better. "So now we're in agreement. You'll stay with me." 

Robin pushed her hands through her hair, which flowed clean and curly since there wasn't a drop of mousse, hair spray or conditioner in it. "I'm sure you came here to party with your friends. I don't want to cramp your style." 

"And you also don't want to go to any parties with your girlfriends." 

"Not really," Robin admitted. 

"So we'll just hang out together. You and me. I'll come back next year and be completely alone and sexually polygamous." 

"Polygamous?" 

"That's what that word means, right?" 

"I think so." They both laughed. 

"Look, you're right about me." Brian took Robin's hands in his. "We're a lot alike. We gave into the peer pressure, and now that we're here, we found a better offer. So let's take it." 

"And it goes where it goes." 

"It goes where it goes." Brian kissed her lips, casually, familiar as any boyfriend she'd ever had. "I'll wait for you down here," he said, then walked away, then turned and gave her a wave. Robin waved back. 

She approached the clerk's desk and told the man behind the counter her room number. The man looked in the computer and asked her name. When she told him, he replied, "I'm sorry, that's not your room." 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I meant room..." Wait. No, she'd given the right number. She asked again.

"I'm afraid you aren't registered to that room." He typed something. "It says you're not a guest here." 

Robin's mouth went dry. "What about... What about my friends?" She named Kari, Carmen and Brenda. 

"Two of them are at this hotel." 

"Two of them? Not all three? Can you tell me their room number?" She was livid but somehow kept from blowing her top completely. 

"I'm afraid I can't give out that information." 

Robin held her hands up in disgust. "Oh my GOD," she spat. 

"Oh, you know what?" the clerk said. "I remember your name. I have a note for you." He reached below his desk and pulled out a sealed envelope. Robin thanked the man (it was hard to remember he wasn't a party to the crime) and plopped into one of the ratty loveseats in the lobby. 

The letter said: 

"Robin, hey girl. We changed rooms to one of those big-ass sweets (sic) with three bedrooms, so we could get it on with the boys from last nite. And we figured we'd save some cash by only having two names on the room instead of four, or eight. Come find us on the beach in front of Paradise Inn next door to the left, and we'll show you how to get in the room." The note was signed by Carmen, with a P.S.: "You missed a fuckin awesom time, but I bet you had some fun of your own! Wink wink." 

Robin crumpled the letter in her hand. "I'm gonna kill them," she muttered. The letter was still balled up in her fist when she found Brian at the patio, or rather, outside the locked gate to the patio; only resort guests were allowed in, and he certainly wasn't one. 

"What happened?" Brian asked, reading Robin's pained expression. 

"Here," she said, and tossed him the ball. Brian read the note as he followed her to the beach. Then he laughed and threw the page in a trash can at the foot of the beach ramp. He asked, "So where the fuck's the Paradise Inn?"

"I wish the fuck I knew," she said, her arms crossed. They started off walking westward. After about ten minutes in that direction without finding the girls, they turned back the way they came and trudged ten minutes to the east of the resort. They didn't talk much, since Robin was mostly practicing her internal monologue, trying to come up with something to say to her co-called companions without sounding too shrill. After all, if she'd at least let them know how to get in touch with her the night before, she probably wouldn't be in this mess. She counted on Kari to do the right thing, orgies aside. Kari would make the best decisions. She had probably been rather smart in moving them all to the "sweet." (What the hell were they teaching Carmen and Brenda on the West Coast?) 

After finding no sign of the girls, Robin laid back on the sand, covering her face with her hands. "Those dumb bitches!" she shouted. Kids in swimwear were starting to crowd onto the beach. Robin watched a group of four boys walk by, each of them openly ogling the scantily clad girls, herself included. She bet they hadn't been awake at eight in the morning since grade school, but for voyeurism they had made the exception. 

"Now what?" Brian asked. 

She hadn't thought that far ahead. With a tone of slight terror, she said, "I think I'm stuck in this bikini for the rest of the trip." 

"I like it," Brian said, trying to be encouraging. 

"It's not funny! I'm uncomfortable as it is. I thought if I were running around with the girls, with all of our tits hanging out, it would be okay. Now It'll just be me and..." She jerked her thumb in the direction of the staring morons. "... those guys. I don't have my wallet, my make-up, not even a pair of pants." 

"So let me take care of you." 

A hundred objections sprung to mind, but then Robin said, "You may have to." 

"Come on, let's get out of here. We'll buy you some clothes. Where do you want to go?"

"Honestly? I just want to go back to the villa." 

"The villa? You sure?" 

"Yeah." She thought about it, then repeated, "Yeah. I'm not interested in wandering all over the beach, listening to crappy bands on tiny stages. I'm sure they'll just try to drag me into a wet t-shirt contest somewhere."

"That could be fun." 

"Brian..."

"Look, lighten up. I agree. Let's go back to the villa and hang out. I've got cable." 

"Cable? Bullshit. You just want to get into my pants." 

Brian suddenly pulled Robin into his arms and held her fast. Up to this point he had been projecting an air of detachment, but now his intensity had returned. "No. You want to get into mine." 

Robin melted. "Yeah. I do." 

But it wasn't so simple. Despite the extraordinary aura of protection in which Brian cradled her, Robin could not help dwelling on how little she really knew about him, or how little time they had known each other. One section of her rational brain made the argument that Brian, a relative stranger, had stood by her far better than her life-long girlfriends, but another voice inside (she thought it sounded like her mother) refused to trust him completely. And all at once, Robin felt alone. If she'd known there was even a remote possibility that loneliness would be a result of this trip, she would never, ever have agreed to it. Sometimes she needed a bit of solitude, but that time was not meant to occur hundreds of miles from home. Today, this minute, she needed someone. 

Brian, perhaps sensing he was part of the problem, changed the subject without knowing he had. "How about something to drink?" he said. 

They walked in silence, still not holding hands, to a nearby McDonald's. But as soon as they entered, a crazy manager with a thick gray beard and bottle-thick glasses pointed at the door and shouted, "No shirt, no shoes, no service!" 

"Dude, you must be joking," Brian said. His words mirrored Robin's thoughts. No self-observant fast food manager in Panama City Beach would be stupid enough to ban, by default, the vast majority of patrons. 

The manager yelled at them again, and they left laughing. Next door was a little place called Cuba Cabana, apparently a taco joint. Brian bought two sodas and joined Robin in a booth, sitting across from her. They were the only customers this time of the morning. 

"So?" Brian said. "Tell me what's wrong." 

It was the last thing Robin wanted to do, but she predicted they would have deeper talks than this soon enough. Their fates were linked as surely as if they'd landed on a desert island together, surrounded by a sea of strangers rather than an ocean of water. "I have trust issues," she said. 

"Sure." 

"No, I mean, I don't trust anyone. I've been hurt before. Also, I've hurt a few boys myself. I wasn't very careful." 

"Yeah. I get it." 

Robin sipped her cola. "You can't just say you get it. It's not that easy." 

"I know it's not easy. But I still get it. I just do." 

"So explain it to me." Then she rolled her eyes. "I'm not a bitch. I'm really not. Please forgive me if I sound bitchy." 

"Robin, this trip has sucked for you so far. And in the end, you don't really know me that well. You're wondering if you can trust me." 

"I do trust you." 

"You want to. I saved your life, or, you think I did." 

"You did." 

"I don't know if it would help, but..." He paused for a long time before speaking again. "There's something I've been meaning to say. It sounds corny and dumb in my head, but I feel like I can tell you anything. That's just where we are right now. Do you agree?" 

"I do, actually." 

"Then here goes. I want you to know I respect you. Even if we weren't attracted to one another physically—which, wow, we really are—I would still like talking to you. I kinda think the sex has complicated what was meant to be a really simple time for us. I thought you'd sleep in your room last night, and I'd sleep in mine, and we'd take it slow. But then... you know." 

"You're saying I moved too fast."

"No, not at all. I love that we did that. And I'm looking forward to more. But if you said no, if you didn't want to make this any more complicated, you know, with more sex, I'd say okay. I'd keep my distance from your body if it meant I could get closer to your heart. Or head. Whichever sounds less cheesy." 

An unguarded smile spread across Robin's face, but before she could say anything, a commotion at the door drew their attentions. A group of six college-aged guys, all athletic, all stinking drunk, entered with whoops and hollers. Three of them staggered to the counter and ordered food, while the other three sauntered over to Brian and Robin's booth. "Hey baby," they slurred at Robin, completely ignoring her partner. But Brian would not be ignored. He wedged himself between them and Robin, trying not to appear confrontational, then escorted the girl directly through the exit. Robin tried to laugh, but she was obviously shaken. "That was just..." Brian started to say, but then he went quiet as well. He was obviously upset. 

They walked back to the villa, stepping into patches of grass as they found them to cool off their burning bare feet. The rowdy Spring Breakers were beginning to bombard the side streets, and the two left the crowds behind just in time to avoid getting jostled in the sea of half-nakedness where they met the day before. There was a brief discussion about grabbing a bite to eat, but it hadn't been very long since breakfast. Halfway to the villa, Robin's nipples grew hard in anticipation of the festivities to follow. She took that as a good sign

The nipples were still hard when Brian opened the door, pulled Robin inside and pinned her to the back of the door. He kissed her, not tenderly but rough and deep, his hands groping at her. She shoved her hand forcefully down the back of his swimsuit and pulled at his flesh. They almost seemed to be fighting or wrestling too hard as their hands yanked at each other's clothes. But then, Brian stopped. He led Robin to the living room and had her sit on the sofa, panting. 

"Here," he said. "I thought of something I could do to make you trust me more." 

"Moot at this point, don't you think?" C'mon, she thought, let's get on with it. 

"But what about the trust?" 

Robin had just successfully suspended her concerns, and now Brian was bringing them back up. She pulled the breaks on her churning libido and listened to what the boy had to say. "Well, let's have it." 

"Trust me, you'll thank me." 

"I'd better. What do you have to show me?" 

"Something revealing. Something I've never done with anyone before." 

Robin was still confused about what he might mean. Then Brian took a deep breath and untied the drawstring of his trunks, dropping them to his ankles. He kicked the shorts away. 

No sound passed Robin's lips. The sight of Brian's suddenly naked body captivated her view. She instantly forgave him for breaking the mood, or rather, what she mistakenly thought of as breaking the mood. He was actually kicking it to a new level. 

Brian tugged at his wiener, sort of uncommitted at first, then with a bit more force. The tool slowly grew thick and hard in his hand, and then, he moved his feet further apart as he started stroking for real. His gaze went from Robin to his dick, then back to Robin. There were no words, and not many sounds, as Brian jerked off for Robin to watch. 

The boy had been correct. Not only was Robin utterly impressed with his willingness to perform for her, but she also knew how vulnerable he must feel, how vulnerable any boy would feel. He was showing her the best way he knew how that he trusted her not to laugh at him, or broadcast the secret of what he had done. He masturbated himself for a full two minutes, trying to appear masculine, which means not moaning or seeming to enjoy the act at all, although a couple of times he did let out some pretty commanding groans. It was the groans that got to Robin. She wanted that penis inside her in the worst way. 

Eager, whimpering little Robin was unaware that her right hand had slipped down the front of her bikini bottom, but when the tip of her middle finger found her clitoris, awareness arrived with a jolt. She breathed hard as her left hand fumbled with the knot tied tight against her hip. At last the string fell apart, and she was able to push the thin orange fabric aside, revealing her moist hole for the boy to see. He reacted with appropriate verve, jerking harder and moaning deeper. 

Brian's increased vigor triggered a reaction in Robin's hand, and the energy between them escalated. Soon they were masturbating hard and fast, much more intensely than Robin had ever jilled before. In the privacy of her dorm room or the shower, playing with herself could sometimes be a chore, a taxing exercise with orgasm as its distant reward. Its main benefit was the fantasy it inspired, and the effect the fantasy had in turn on her body. If she could ever have predicted what effect masturbation-as-public-performance would have had on her technique, she would have sought it out years before. With Brian staring at her cunt, almost salivating in his restraint to attack it, Robin felt her fingers perform expert caresses the likes of which she had never practiced. She spread her lips with two fingers, exposing the bright pink flesh of the inner vulva, moistening it with internal cream. There was a supreme pleasure in the mere touch of the tight, smooth, almost frictionless flesh in that space. 

Her fingers dug deeper into the vagina, searching out the secret spots, tracing myriad textures, squishing juices out onto her fingers and palm, and by then there was no stopping her depraved show. Only once did her hand leave her pussy, just long enough to push aside the fabric cups of her bikini top, freeing her tits and giving her nipples some air. The AC was still off in the apartment, just the way she liked it, and the sweat was starting to pop up all over her skin. 

"Oooh... oooh.... oooh...." the girl cooed between panting breaths, as she rocked her hips against the merciless onslaught of her own meat-slapping hands. She felt the orgasm calling to her nearly half-a-minute before it arrived, and she spent that time bracing herself for its impact—teeth grinding, muscles taut, eyes fixed on Brian's hard jerking. "Ah, I'm coming," she announced quietly, then proceeded to yelp several times as her hands, refusing her commands to stop, continued rubbing throughout the intense, deeply satisfying cum. Her head whipped side to side like a kite in the wind. 

Brian stepped forward just in time to shoot his load across her mouth and cheeks. She had barely recovered from her own climax when the semen hit her taste buds, and it ignited a sensory overload that instantly reset her body for the next sexual ascent. She pushed the boy cum into her mouth with an index finger while the other hand untied the string behind her back. Brian yanked the top over her head as Robin took his cock in both hands, licking it clean. 

Some of the surface tension began to drain from Brian's cock, but Robin would not have it. "Come on, boy," she said, still looking at the cock, "come on, stand up for me. I want you in me, I want you in my pussy. I want you to fuck my pussy. I wanna fuck, Brian. I wanna fuck again. Hard and fast. Get hard for me, baby. I want it again." 

Robin's sexy talk hit its mark. The tool in her hand stiffened back up, encouraged by her tender massaging. She leaned forward to suck, but Brian bent his knees before she could reach it. He aimed the beast right at her naked crotch and slipped inside with zero resistance. The insertion took Robin's breath away, as a shiver of joy sped across her body. Then Brian cupped his hands under Robin's ass and lifted her straight into the air. Robin kissed Brian on the mouth, wet and sexy, as he carried her into her bedroom, presumably since the bed in his room was a soiled mess from the morning sex. 

They hit the mattress with a jolt that terrified Robin just a little, because the big dick inside her momentarily jabbed right up into her chest. "Oh god!" she yelled, her teeth chattering. She didn't have a chance to recover, before Brian started with the fucking. And what a fucking it was. Missionary-style, with Brian's knees under the girl's thighs, his chest against hers and one hand clamped to the back of her neck, he held her in place and pistoned his cock deep in her tight, greasy passage, not gently, not slowly, but vicious as a machine. Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, he drilled the girl savagely, now moaning without a hint of his earlier self-consciousness. Robin also moaned, enchanted by her utter lack of control over what was being done to her. She summoned as much strength as her upper body could find, clutching to Brian's throbbing, slippery back and shoulder muscles, but her lower body flailed, her knees bouncing against the boy's sides, her bottom lifting off the mattress time and time again as Brian's big cock lifted her right into the air. 

As for her pussy, something wonderful was happening down there. She was enjoying the effects of Brian's single-minded pursuit of her womb. He neither slowed nor repositioned himself nor adjusted a single part of his sexual stance. He simply fucked her, fucked her hard, fucked her deep, burning her vagina muscles with friction, thumping against her cervix from time to time, smacking her clitoris with his upper pelvis bone. Rather than anticipating the oncoming orgasm, Robin realized—that is, her body realized—that the fucking itself was a climax unto itself, one long, glorious plateau of continuous pleasure. She pressed her open mouth against Brian's neck and howled like a creature possessed, licking and drooling, swimming in a thick pool of ecstasy. 




Girl Gone Mild Ch. 02



Then suddenly, she came. "AAAAAAAHH!! AHH! AHH! AHH! UH! UH! UH! OH YEAH! OH! OH GOD! OH GOD! FUCK! AHH!" Her stomach muscles contorted, flinging her left and right below the boy's moist body, slipping her hard nipples against the boy's chest and triggering huge orgasmic aftershocks. Even after Brian stopped fucking her she kept screaming and shivering, until the scream dialed down to a pant, and the shivering became a shudder. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." Her arms remained clasped around Brian's neck. 

After a minute Robin more or less recovered from the blast, but Brian remained thick and hard inside her. Rather than wait to see what he would do next, Robin pushed Brian onto his back, pulling her on top of him, focused on his pleasure. Flooded with adrenaline, wound like a jungle hunter, the girl hiked her knees up and set the bottoms of her feet flat against the mattress, with her lap sat squatting atop Brian's penis. 

"Hold on tight," she said, and she meant it. Brian grabbed the bottom of her thighs, and she curled her fingers around his ribs. Finally in place, Robin began to move up and down, pulling almost half of Brian's length out of her wet pussy then slamming it all back in again, then again, and again. Once she felt certain of her rhythm, she gave Brian her most girlish grin and picked up the pace. "Mmm... Mmm..." she hummed as she stared fixedly at the cock she was fucking, making sure it slammed right back into the deep hole every time. Faster and faster she moved, as her pussy muscles squeezed with all their might, making the vagina as tight as possible. She was milking the boy. 

"Uh, oh god," Brian groaned, closing his eyes and turning his head to one side. He was now as helpless as he had made her moments before, and all he could do was wait for the inevitable. Robin fucked harder and harder, her C-cup tits bouncing all around and dripping with sweat. And still she kept her eyes on the penetration, willing her tired leg and back muscles to keep up the pace. 

When Brian did not cum within the first five minutes, Robin increased her pace faster still. No breaks, no tenderness, just a solid, slamming fuck and the sounds of two teenagers moaning with animal pleasure. Then, without warning, Brian grabbed the girl's ass and held her body in place as he ground up into her. "OH YEAH," he shouted, "OH, OH YEAH, OH I'M CUMMING..." He pounded her hard once, then held himself in place, then pounded again, then held. His right hand reached for Robin's tits, and she held his hand to her sternum. She kept gripping his dick as best she could with her vagina, pressing her thighs against him in a warm, wet embrace around his waist. At last Brian collapsed against the mattress, and the girl fell on top of him. They held each other perfectly still, both of them hot and wet all over, limbs entangled, genitals dripping with moisture. 

Brian lifted the girl slowly, very slowly, off of his cock, as she ground her teeth and clawed at his chest muscles. Her pussy was so sensitive now that the extraction turned her on as each inch rubbed against the tender flesh of her throbbing vulva. Once the penis fell out, Robin crashed to the mattress beside her lover, with one arm draped across him. 

"Whew!" she said, then yawned. 

"How 'bout a power nap?" Brian said. He yawned as well. 

"You bet," Robin whispered. There was something she meant to say before she fell asleep, something reassuring that would set the perfect tone for the rest of the trip, something that would enhance the already sublime emotional charge of the moment. 

But it was too late. She patted her wet palm against Brian's shoulder, said, "Good night," and passed out.



Girl Gone Mild



"Thirty minutes! Fifteen of that I spent trying to find you guys." 

"Trying to find? That's easy. Just look for the best ass on the beach." Carmen smacked her own naked behind. 

Just then, four guys approached and hovered in a semi-circle. "Sup," said a black guy in a muscle shirt. 

"Sup," Carmen responded. She sat up, revealing her glorious nudity for all to see, then put her swimsuit on as though it were part of a routine, like grabbing the car keys on the way out the door. 

The four girls returned to the bar area with the four boys in tow. Kari and Brenda left their mack-buddies behind, since both were inebriated and not willing to take no for an answer. Brenda was disappointed, having been prepared to say "yes" much sooner than Kari, but the new boys made a good first impression and soon Brenda was her good old slutty self once more. 

Dusk arrived, and with it a Hawaiian buffet at poolside. The eight new companions ate beef ribs with their hands and sipped cheap white wine as a soft rock combo played 60's beach music by the waterfall. Each girl had selected a companion from the quartet of boys and was sitting close to them. All except Robin. 

The conversation mostly revolved around two subjects, college course work and sexual history, the former being a pretense for beginning the discussion and the latter the discussion's true intent. Carmen and Brenda, tipsy after a long afternoon of complimentary beer, revealed much about their inclinations at Boston College. For one thing, Kari had been right – they spent far more time in each other's beds than Robin gave them credit for, and they were more than open to the idea of further pursuing similar endeavors while on vacation, perhaps with these strapping lads right here. Carmen probed Kari for her level of willingness along said lines, and Robin was not shocked to hear Kari say, "I could fuck a girl or two tonight." Whether she would or not was beyond prediction, but Robin knew Kari wanted to fit in during dinner. 

So did Robin, but these boys made her uncomfortable. Part of the problem was her continued discomfort with the bikini. Her friends sat in the beach chairs as they would a booth at a pizza parlor, with legs crossed and elbows on tables, completely oblivious to their cleavage, their side boobs revealed, their belly buttons (all three pierced). None of the girls had an inch of fat across their bodies, but still, didn't they THINK about it? Robin couldn't stop. The boy she had "picked" (been tossed at by Carmen) kept staring at her tits. This in itself didn't offend her, but it made it difficult for her to take seriously his attempts at conversation. "What's your major?" he asked, staring at her tits. "I've got four brothers and one sister," he said, staring at her tits. 

I bet Brian would stare, too, Robin thought. After all, he was only human, and she did look fucking hot. For that matter, what was Brian doing here, if it wasn't to hook up with strange women? All in all, Brian deserved to get laid more than this sad sack. Saving a girl's life ought to be worth some free poon. Even so, Robin couldn't think of Brian that way. He had displayed gallantry, propriety, attention to prioritization. And he was cute. 

Then he appeared. There, behind the band, with his two buddies. All three wore collared shirts and sneakers, and all three held plastic cups with beer. 

Apparently they weren't guests at the resort, because a bouncer for the facility approached them, engaged in a brief conversation, then began to escort them back the way they came. 

"Excuse me," Robin said to her escort, interrupting him mid-sentence. 

"Where you going?" Kari asked. 

"I'll be right back," replied Robin, and that was the last her friends saw of her until the next day. 

She fast-walked around the pool and tapped the bouncer on the shoulder. "They're with me," she said. The bouncer, obviously happy for any opportunity to return to his food plate, shrugged and walked away. 

"Thanks," Brian said. 

Before Robin could reply, one of Brian's friends said, "Hey baby," and stroked her shoulder. Robin narrowed her eyes at the boy, and apparently, he wasn't too drunk to take the hint. "Oh-kay," he said, then walked past her toward the food buffet. 

The second boy decided it was his turn. "We really appreciate it," he said, taking a step forward. Robin realized that neither friend knew who she was, and they both were under the impression she'd helped them into the pool party because she wanted something from them. 

Gratefully, Brian stepped in. "It's not what you think," he said to his friend. "Go get something to eat, I'll be right there." 

The guy flashed Robin a retarded smile and left. Then it was just Brian and Robin. She was about to remind him where he knew her from when he said, "I hope you weren't hurt too bad earlier." 

"No, I'm fine. My elbow's sore." 

"Lemme look," Brian said, holding out his hand. He didn't grab at her arm, but instead waited for her to comply. She presented the elbow, and he touched her. Goosebumps sprang up across her entire body, literally, like in romance novels. As he examined her bruise, she nervously wondered if her armpit was shaved enough. What started as a touch of anxiety over being stared at had blossomed into the stark reality of this moment. 

And yet, Brian didn't really seem to be ogling her body. He was looking at the elbow, testing the edges, then glancing back at Robin's eyes. Not her tits, her eyes. She swallowed. 

"I'm Brian," said the boy. 

"I know. They said your name back at the bench." 

"Good to meet you," he said, offering his hand. 

Robin shook it. "I'm Robin." 

"Good to meet you, Robin." 

"You hungry? I already have a plate..." Robin remembered where her plate was: sitting next to a handsome idiot whose name she didn't remember. She quickly decided to abandon that plate for a new one. 

"Actually, we ate at another pool party before we got here." 

"Did you crash that one, too?" 

Brian laughed. "Yeah, kinda. Listen, I'm interested in joining you if you want to go get your plate, or I can come with." 

Robin bit her lip. "Um... I guess I'm pretty much done eating, too." 

"Yeah? So now what?" 

A new plan formed in Robin's mind and held on tenaciously. What could it hurt to take a walk with Brian, away from here, just for a little while? Surely Brian's intentions were honorable, but if not, so what? She'd meant it earlier when she decided he'd earned a buddy fuck. Or maybe that was just her excuse for wanting to get closer to him. Had they met at college, she would have simply given him her phone number and walked away. But, as had been endlessly pointed out to her, the rules were different here. 

"I'd like to take a walk on the beach," she said. "Wanna join me?" 

The most adorable look flashed across Brian's face, excitement mixed with bewilderment, but when he spoke, the words were articulate and charming. "I'd be delighted." 

No fires were allowed on the beach. Somehow Robin had imagined groups of friends sitting around bonfires, singing songs and shit, lovers embracing. What she saw instead was fishing piers, tiny boat docks and the vast night sky illuminated by dusk's last light and a thousand street lamps from the thoroughfare beyond the hotels, though at the moment the strip wasn't thoroughfaring any traffic, that's for sure. There were less people on the beach than a few hours previous, but they still numbered in the low hundreds. Boomboxes played top 40 while couples and crowds laughed, squealed and argued their way through case after case of silly juice. 

As night fell, bringing significantly cooler weather with it, Robin regretted not bringing a covering of some kind. She rubbed her arms as she walked by Brian's side. 

She said, "I see your friends aren't bothered with a second dinner."

"They can afford to stuff themselves, I guess," Brian answered. "They aren't in training." 

"Training? For what?" 

"Football. Texas State. Walk-on sophomore. I was varsity in high school, but... you know." 

"Why no scholarship? If you don't mind me asking." 

Brian smiled. "Grades were more important. Oh well." He shrugged. 

That's more like it, Robin thought. The mention of football made her cringe – one date with a college football player had been way more than enough for her and her mace spray, thank you very much – but he hadn't struck her as a dumb jock. Then he really knocked her socks off, as he unbuttoned his short-sleeve shirt and handed it to her. "Take it. You look cold." 

Robin pushed her fingers through her hair, a flirtatious move that had brought favorable results in the past. "It's not so bad." 

"Yeah, but I'm a boy and you're a girl. I'm supposed to be tough." 

"Oh-ho, so that's how it is." 

"Naw, not really. You want it or not?" 

Robin plucked the garment from Brian's fingers, slipped into it and buttoned it up. Not only did it help block some of the cool breezes, but she also felt less exposed. Her gratitude for this man knew no bounds, and it was only their fifth or sixth minute together. And for the record, his skin was toned and his muscles well-defined. 

"How you like Florida?" Robin asked. 

"It's okay. Different than I thought it would be." 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah. I dunno." 

"No, go on." 

Brian laughed. "This is strange. I didn't think I'd be having a real human conversation with anyone down here." 

"No? Why not?" 

"You know why not. Have you seen these people? They're out of control." 

Robin nodded and laughed, despite herself. "Yeah, this isn't really my crowd." 

Brian stroked his chin. "I thought not." 

"You thought not, huh?" 

"Look, I call it like I see it." 

"Well, you see right." There was more to say, but she lost her train of thought. These words defined the growing connection she felt with the boy, and it made her heart beat fast. She liked Brian right away. 

He continued. "My boys back there, Todd and Philip, they're good guys, but kinda assholes, too."

"Oh no. I do hate assholes." 

"Seriously, they're good guys. But they just wanna get laid." 

"You don't wanna get laid?" 

A serious look crossed Brian's face. "That's not me. I mean, I had a one-night stand once. In high school. Actually, she kind of attacked me. I called her the next day, and she sounded different. I didn't understand. Guess I still don't." 

Robin bit the tips of her fingers. "My friends are the same way. We all talked about coming down here and getting laid. I... listen, can I confess something to you?" 

Brian laughed, surprised. "Sure." 

Robin laughed as well. "I mean, I'm feeling really open at the moment." 

"I know what you mean." 

"Plus, it's like, I'll probably never see you again after tonight, so who gives a fuck if I just tell you what's on my mind." 

"Who gives a fuck." 

"But also... it's... I mean you're so..." 

"I know. I know exactly. This is really nice. It's awesome. I'm so glad I found you." 

The words shocked Robin. "Yeah?" 

"Yeah. I mean, everyone's here to get hooked up, and it's like, you're so cool and intelligent. I wasn't expecting that. To find, you know, a friend." 

Robin melted. "Yeah."

"So what's your confession?" 

"Not a confession, just something about my past, and it made me think of something." 

"I'm listening." 

"But you can't judge me." 

"Of course not." 

"I mean, you say, 'Of course not,' but you could secretly be thinking, 'Wow, what a slut.'" 

Brian scratched his head. "Would it make you feel better if I went first?" 

"Okay," Robin said, and she meant it. 

"Well, I kinda already did. I told you I had a one-night stand." 

"I did that too. Twice." 

"Same guy?" 

"Nope." 

"Alrighty then. I was with two girls at once." 

"I've been with three." 

"Ha. Please." Brian looked sidelong. "You serious?" 

Robin giggled hard. "Maybe. Why, haven't you ever been with another guy?" 

"No way. Uh-uh." 

"Not even a circle jerk?" 

In the dark Robin couldn't see if Brian's face turned red, but she guessed it did. "Well... yeah. Once." 

"Just once?" 

"Four times. At football camp." 

An involuntary jolt shot through Robin's pussy. "I see." 

Brian laughed. "But no touching."

"Certainly not." 

"Okay, your turn." 

Robin shrugged. She picked up something shiny in the sand. It was a shard of dark beer bottle glass. She tossed it into the crashing waves, then regretted it. Someone else would get cut now. "Oh, you know, it's just, I've been with more than a few guys. Seven, to be precise." 

"That's not too bad." 

"Really?" 

"I've been with six girls." 

"Oh great." 

"Is that all?" 

"Yeah, I guess."

"You said it made you think of something?" 

Robin sighed. "We were just talking about friends and how they talked us into coming here and messed with our expectations and told us what to look forward to, and I guess I was thinking, that's probably the same reason for every boy I ever went to bed with. I felt like it was expected of me. Everyone in school was either going steady with someone or they were having fun with somebody really cute, you know, and popular." 

"No way you could ever date someone who wasn't popular." 

"I know! It's like, there's a kid who wears black all the time, and his hair is long, but he's the captain of the debate team, and at least his clothes are clean, and he really makes me laugh, but I'm a cheerleader and he's a goth so it's totally off-limits." 

"You're a cheerleader?" 

"No, I played tennis in high school. But I was friends with the cheerleaders. Except I was also an honor student. If I went to a nerd party, I couldn't tell my cool friends about it, and if I went to a cool party, I couldn't invite my smart friends." 

"Vicious. We were all shark bait in high school. Even the popular kids were lonely." 

"What do you mean 'were'?" 

"Seriously. You still play?" 

"Tennis? Not really." 

"But you work out." 

Robin blushed hard. She changed the subject. "Were you popular or lonely, or both?" 

"Both. My parents are rich, so one group kissed my ass and wanted to borrow my car, and the rest hated my fucking guts. If I ever tried to be nice to someone who wasn't cool, they thought I was condescending. So, sometimes I was like, 'Hey, fuck you,' but mostly I just took it, like I deserved it or something. And yeah, I know what you mean about sex." Brian was silent for a moment, collecting some thought. "You have any regrets?" 

"About?" 

"Sex." 

"You mean, do I regret being a slut?" 

"Don't say that," Brian said, and his tone of voice changed. He wasn't asking, he was telling. He even stopped walking and forced Robin to stop as well. 

"I didn't mean it." 

"You're not a slut, Robin. I won't hear that." 

"You're just being sweet." 

"No," he said, and they started walking again. "I've known sluts. Maybe I've even been one. But people change. At the very least, you less of a slut than any girl in the city tonight, and I feel very lucky to be here with you." 

Now it was Robin's turn to blush. "Thank you very much, Brian." 

"Besides, it's 2006. My parents thought they were players back in the 60's, but back then, it's like, you slept with two guys in the same year and you were getting back at your parents and shit. Now, it's just a way to keep from being bored. If nothing's on TV, you have sex instead." 

"You sound angry." 

"Not really. We've all been having sex, with no one saying it's wrong, and I wonder if there's another way. Like falling in love first. Fuck, that's lame." 

"So you do regret it." 

"What I meant was, it wasn't, do you regret all the partners because now you're not as good a person. I don't believe that's true. Everyone has sex, everybody all the time. But sometimes, you know, you think maybe you could have told your friends to fuck off and it could have been just you and your right hand, waiting for a really nice person to come along and not be fake, and tell you you're special." 

"Holy shit." 

"What?" 

"I have NEVER heard a boy talk like this." 

"Like what?" 

"Like Oprah." Robin grinned but didn't laugh. 

"What's wrong with Oprah?" 

"Come on!" 

Brian laughed again. "What?" 

"You don't really talk like that, do you? Like, with your friends and all?" 

"Like what?" 

"You're just trying to get into my pants." 

"Probably. But just for that, I'm not going near your pants." 

"Awww! Poor baby." 

"No. You can play with yourself tonight." 

"Fine! I will!" Robin and Brian were both laughing at this point. Robin put her hand on Brian's chest and pushed him away, but the overture had been obvious; she wanted to touch him. "You masturbate a lot?" she asked, feeling bold. 

"What's it to ya?" 

"Just making conversation." 

"Don't you?" 

Whatever had been tensing up inside her was escalating. "Doesn't everyone?" 

"Define 'a lot.'" 

"I dunno. YOU define it." 

"Once a day?" 

"That's not a lot." 

"Not for me, it's not." 

Robin smiled. "Me either." 

"I take it you aren't dating anyone." 

"Not at the moment. How about you?"

"Single as charged."

"You're a masturbator." 

Brian chuckled. "So what? It beats the alternative." 

"You said 'beats.'" 

They both laughed hard. "Grow up," Brian laughed.

"The alternative being?" 

"Giving your body to someone who doesn't love you." 

And there it was. All of a sudden Robin's past lovers flipped through her brain, each one a failure in some way. Some of them gave her pleasure, some took more than they gave, but each was ultimately a big letdown, for the sole reason that each of them was somewhere at the moment other than by her side. Brian's point was spot-on. For each night of passion sweating in the back of some moron's truck bed or bedroom floor, couldn't she just have spent the night at home with a dildo shoved up her cunt and saved herself the emotional heartache that was sure to follow? With Chaz Emberman, she hadn't cried at all when he dumped her, she just laughed and said, "It's about time, pencil dick." But being rejected is crushing. It's something to avoid. 

Robin realized she'd been silent for some time. "You're a really nice guy," she said at last. 

Brian shrugged. "Maybe."

"You mean you're not?" 

"I might just be trying to get into your pants." 

"Is that why you saved my life this afternoon? So you could sleep with me?" 

"Oh, come on now. Save your life." 

Robin stepped in front of Brian and stopped his stroll. She put his hands in hers and looked into his eyes. They could see each other clearly in the light of the nearby hotels. "Thank you," she said. 

"It was nothing." 

"It wasn't nothing. There were drunk jerks everywhere, and none of them lifted a finger to help me. I could have been seriously hurt, or worse. You were really awesome. I appreciate it." 

Brian looked at their hands touching. "You're welcome." 

"I think you're a really nice guy." 

"You're nice, too, Robin." 

Robin let go. She stepped down to the water line. The water felt very cold against her bare feet, but she liked that. Her California experience had turned her into an expert beach bum, excluding the part about flaunting her bikini-clad body for thousands of drunk idiots. The West Coast beaches were often family affairs, where a girl could slip into a one piece Speedo, drag a chair and a book to the water's edge and get a relaxing tan. Sometimes boys would hit on her, but if they weren't obnoxious that wasn't always a bad thing. "What time do you think it is?" she asked Brian. 

He wore a watch. "Close to eight." 

"I'm hungry."

"You said you weren't." 

"I lied."

"Oh no. You're a liar." 

"When I saw you at the pool, I was sitting with this guy. My plate was next to him, and I didn't want to go back." 




Girl Gone Mild



"That's cool. Well, so, come on, let's get something to eat." 

"I have to go back to my hotel room for money." 

"Let me buy you something." 

"Oh please. You had to sneak your way into a pool party." 

"Yeah, but that was just to see if I could." 

"It's better this way. Let me get some money and also put on some pants." 

The debate ended without much angst. They went back to Robin's tower and headed for her room. Once at the door, however, they stopped cold. A group of three guys stood in front of the picture window, trying to catch glimpses through the closed curtains. 

"Hey!" Robin screamed. "Get lost, losers!" 

"Fuck you, bitch," one of the boys said. Robin was scared he might throw his drink at her, but Brian stepped forward and made his presence known. The jerk and his pals sulked away, nursing their drinks. 

Robin punched Brian on the arm playfully. "My knight in shining armor." 

"Milady." 

Robin put the key card up to the lock, but then stopped. There was a sound from inside the room, a sound she knew well. It was Kari's sex moan. Robin moved over to where the boys had been peeping through the curtains, as Brian looked at her curiously. 

It was hard to be sure, but Robin thought she saw all three of her friends naked and fucking the four boys from the pool. Carmen was the one with two guys, her strawberry-blonde locks bobbing against the black boy's stomach as she sucked him off. 

Not knowing how to feel, Robin turned and leaned against the glass. Brian leaned on the railing, and Robin was stunned to realize he hadn't attempted to peak through the window himself. He was even more of a gentleman than she suspected. 

"Something wrong?" he asked. 

"Not if you ask my friends." 

"Can I ask...?" 

"It's an orgy. Three girls, plus those boys they found downstairs." 

"Boy. Sounds fun." 

"Seriously?" Robin said disgustedly.

Brian grinned nervously. "Not really. Say, are you okay?" 

"I dunno. I..." Without warning, tears sprang to her eyes. "It's just..." 

"Take your time." 

A scream of delight from inside the room broke Robin's reverie. "I guess I'd be in there right now, if you hadn't come along." Real tears were streaming down her face now. How had she come this far, being told by her friends what she wanted? 

"You've done that before." 

Robin wiped snot from her nose as she shook her head no. "The girls and I play around sometimes, but I'm not really into it. But we talked about it on the way here, you know? We said we'd have sex with anything that moved." 

"And that's not you." 

"No," Robin said softly. Suddenly she was ashamed to look at Brian. 

But Brian took her into his arms. She wept again, burying her face in his chest. "I'm not judging them," she sobbed. "There's nothing wrong with it, I believe that. Sex is sex, you know. I'm just shy, sometimes, and it's a lot of emotional baggage to carry..."

"Shhh." Brian stroked her hair. "You don't have to explain. I've been there, too. It's okay to say no." 

Robin felt so weak in Brian's arms. He held her close and wouldn't let her fall. But he didn't try to caress her, or grab her, or turn her chin up for a kiss. He just rubbed her shoulders and breathed into her hair. She looked up into his eyes. 

"Is your offer still good? To pay for dinner." 

They walked down the strip, flowing along with the sea of bodies toward the diners and beach shops, although the body count was significantly lower than earlier. Now a line of cars replaced the people in the street, but the cars weren't moving forward at all. Each one played painfully loud hip hop music with their windows down. Several were rag tops with the tops down, containing four or five jiggly girls flashing their boobs at the crowd. 

Each fast food restaurant they visited was more packed and rowdy than the one before. Then Brian took Robin by the hand and pulled her north, away from the main strip, across three side streets, until the noise was almost far enough away to seem tolerable. Another block of walking and they arrived at the front gate of another resort, this one much ritzier than Robin's and with better security. Brian waved at the front desk attendant and proceeded to the dining room. Many of the guests were middle-aged or elderly couples wearing anything from formal wear to straw-and-polyester poolside outfits. Brian asked for a table outside, and they were led to a vast patio overlooking a very large lake. Fountains lit with blue light stood tall in the center of the lake. 


"Wow," Robin said as the menus were placed.

"I know," Brian replied. 

"You said you were rich." 

"That's because I am." 

"Listen, that's not why I came." 

Brian gave her a gentle, comforting smile. "Don't say it or you'll hurt my feelings. No obligations, no expectations. I just want to enjoy your company for a little while." 

"Okay." 

Robin felt horribly out of place in her boy's shirt and bikini bottoms, but Brian wore even less, and he seemed right at home. No one could deny the muggy Florida night air made dining outside a sensible affair. It occurred to Robin that she was even more out of place than her clothes made her – 19 years old, trapped in a city designed for sexual solicitation, accepting an expensive meal from a good-looking stranger. 

"How old are you again?" she asked. 

Brian could tell how nervous she was. "I'm a sophomore. I turn 20 this summer." 

"So you're 19 now." 

"Yep." 

"I'm 19." 

Brian smiled. "Perfect." 

The next hour-and-a-half was one of the most magical times in Robin's life. She let Brian order and did not regret it. The meal consisted mostly of various appetizer dishes, like the poolside buffet but with lobster medallions instead of fruit salad kabobs. Brian ordered a bottle of red wine, something Robin had never tasted. She liked it right away but didn't even finish her first glass. "I've had too much to drink already today," she explained. 

"I understand." Brian didn't finish his glass either. "This is nice. I'd hate to ruin it by saying something drunk and stupid." He called the waiter over and asked that the bottle be corked and sent to his villa. 

"You have a villa?" 

"We all do, me and Philip and Todd. My dad owns five. He loves to golf. They have a course here."

"Do you golf?" 

"Sometimes. But that's not what Spring Break's for, is it?" 

"That what I'm told." 

"Listen, Robin," Brian said softly. "I've got a spare bedroom. There's no need to go back to your room tonight."

Robin's heart pounded. "My parents might call the hotel. They'll wonder where I am." 

"I think once they hear what's going on in that room, they'll be happy you left." 

"Don't even joke." 

"Come on, it's easy to explain. You were out late, you didn't get the call. They aren't stupid. They didn't think you were going to feed orphans in Guatemala, did they?" 

Robin chuckled. "No. But we did have a very long, hard talk. They didn't want me to come." 

Brian traced the top of his wine glass with his index finger. "And you didn't want to come." 

Robin looked at Brian. They're eyes met. "I'm scared," she admitted. 

"Scared of what?" 

"To come to your room tonight." 

Brian laughed softly. "I told you, it's a villa, and I've got two rooms. You'll have your own bathroom and everything. We can get some sleep. If this week goes like I think it will, we'll need it." 

"How do you think it will go?" 

Brian stared out at the water. "You know, parties, drinking, girls, more drinking. Whatever." 

Robin played with a bit of stuffed crab on her plate. She was too full to eat another bite. "But that doesn't sound like you." 

"How do YOU think the week will go?" 

"Well, I have a theory." 

Brian leaned forward. "I'm listening." 

"I predict that you and I will stay away from the idiots on the strip and the beach, and you'll apologize to your friends and I'll apologize to mine, and we'll go watch movies at the theater and have dinner and whatever other fun shit we can think of, because being in the middle of that mess is not my idea of fun." 

"Just you and me." 

"Unless you don't want to." 

Brian smiled, showing his handsome teeth. "I want to very much. It's just, you're in a tender state at the moment. We've covered a lot of ground tonight, emotionally, you and I." 

"That's why I want to spend the time with you and not my friends." 

Now Brian looked a little worried. "I'm not sure what you're saying." 

"Look, I'm not in the market for a new boyfriend. And you know as well as I do we probably won't see each other again after this week. But if your offer for an extra room is still open, and you aren't planning on shacking up with some other girls –"

"I'm not." 

"I didn't think so. Then I'll take the room, and we can play Scrabble or Monopoly or whatever the hell." 

"It sounds awesome." 

"I know it does." 

"It was my idea." 

"I know it was." 

They returned to the front desk, and Brian asked the attendant for a terry cloth bathrobe. "Put it on my bill," he said. 

"I'll pay you back," Robin said, returning Brian's shirt and slipping into the robe. Brian rolled his eyes and grinned. 

They walked down a brick path lined with tropical trees and beautiful red flowers. Robin said, "I really would feel better if you'd let me pay you back for the robe." 

"That's fine, but you'll be paying my dad, not me. Screw it, just enjoy." 

"Am I the first girl you've brought here?" 

Brian waited a second before answering. "No." 

"That's cool." 

"I thought so, but I was wrong. I came down for the Break last year. Acted like an idiot, got drunk. My last night here I took a girl back and we fucked." He paused. "She cried the next morning." 

"Yeah." 

"She was all over me, not the other way around. I asked her if she was sure. 'Are you sure, are you sure?' I didn't want to hurt her, and it was so much fun, and I just wanted to do it. But she cried anyway. I think maybe she didn't recognize me, like she was too drunk the night before." 

"That's awful."

"I don't know why I'm telling you this." 

"We already covered that. It's all out in the open tonight. No explanations, no apologies." 

"And no sex." 

"Oh boy!" Robin said sarcastically. 

"No, I meant it. I was just clarifying." 

"And if I want sex?" 

"Then... well... it would go against everything we've discussed tonight." 

Robin shrugged. She was inclined to agree, but the urges lingered. She wanted Brian more than ever. "You're a true gentleman," she said. 

"Why thank you, kind miss." 

"I mean it. I guess that's why you reached down to help me today. It's your upbringing." 

"No, my upbringing would have me slapping girls in the face, cheating on my wife, and flying to Hong Kong every weekend instead of attending my kids' birthdays. What you're seeing is the opposite of my upbringing. I'm a reactionary." 

"Lucky for me." 

"Lucky for you." 

At 10:30 they arrived at the villa, a two-story condo, the left side of a building with two units. Inside, the apartment was decorated like an expensive home, with family pictures on the end tables and some plaques on the wall, not to mention a few delicate sculptures of what Robin thought might be platinum, shaped like ballet dancers. Brian asked if she wanted to watch TV, and she said no, it's late. She took a shower and dwelled deeply on the evening's conversation. Over and over the fantasy replayed in her mind... Brian and Robin, Brian and Robin, boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers forever. But that was a distant dream, perhaps impossibly distant. Maybe she wasn't good enough for him... the daughter of clinical psychologists, living in a classless ranch-style outside San Francisco. She didn't even know where his family came from. Maybe the distance was insurmountable. Maybe she just wasn't good enough. Maybe... 

With nothing to wear but her bikini, Robin decided to sleep in the nude. There was a TV in her room, but after hours in the airplane and taxi followed by physical assault and an emotional roller-coaster ride with Brian, she truly did feel sleep tugging at her. With the lights off, a soft white glow illuminated the glass balcony doors in her room. 

The sheets felt like heaven, likely high thread-count, and there was some sort of delicious feather pad between the sheet and the mattress. After half-an-hour, Robin decided she was too comfortable to sleep. She turned the TV on and found over two hundred satellite stations, but nothing interested her. All she could think about was Brian. 

She slipped on her bathrobe and looked in the living room, half expecting to find Brian watching television in there, but the lights were off. 

Without meaning to, she tiptoed across the room until she stood in front of Brian's door. Heart pounding, throat dry, palms wet, she pressed her ear against the door. What am I doing? she demanded, but there was no answer. The heart wants what the heart wants, and apparently so does the naked girl in the free bathrobe. 

Robin heard nothing but the sound of her own heart in her ear. Even still, she didn't leave. This was a violation on her part, she realized that, but if he was thinking of her the way she was thinking of him, then all she needed was a single moan, something she could take back to her own room. She'd masturbate in the soft sheets and fall right to sleep, with the rest of the week to look forward to. 

"Uh... Robin... uh..." 

It had been no more than a whisper, but she heard it clearly. Devoid of conscious thought, her hand loosened the bathrobe tie and slipped between her legs. She had been dripping wetter and wetter since the moment she left her own bed. Her finger plunged easily inside. A sharp breath, followed by the familiar wiggle in the shallow part of her vagina. 

She knocked on the door. Whoops. Had she meant to do that? Not at all, but it happened. Her eyes shot wide open, her finger stopped. Why the hell had she done that??

"Hello?" Brian said loud enough to be heard through the door. 

"It's me," Robin answered. Duh. 

"Do you want to come in?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you sure?" 

The boy certainly had a way of getting to the heart of the matter. Was she sure? Oh yes, she was sure, now more than ever. Whether this was the right thing to do or not, there was no way to know, but it was going to happen, of that she was certain. 

"Leave the light off," she said. 

"Okay." 

Making a split-second decision, Robin removed the robe and draped it across the couch. She opened the door slowly. Brian's room mirrored her own, with an additional window to her left and soft electric light falling through the balcony doors. Brian sat up in bed, with the covers up to his waist. Robin stood naked in the doorway, still hidden enough by shadows to have some of her mystery intact but not enough to hide her state of nakedness. 

"Hi," Brian said. 

"Hi." 

"What's on your mind?" 

"I... I heard you." 

Brian chuckled. "No you didn't. In your room?" 

"No." 

"You were at my door." 

"Yeah." 

"What did you hear?"

"I heard you masturbating." 

"What did you do then?" 

"I opened my bathrobe and touched myself." 

Neither spoke. Neither moved. 

"I want to," Brian said. 

"I do, too." 

"Do you think it's..." 

Robin finished the thought. "... a good idea?" 

"Yeah." 

Robin leaned against the doorjamb and scratched her eyebrow, thinking hard about the question. "Not exactly." 

"But...?" 

"But... I want to." 

"Okay." 

"I mean, we had a really good night tonight." 

"Yeah. A really really good night." 

"That doesn't mean I like you or anything." 

"Maybe I like you." 

"You do?" 

"Yes. I like you a lot. In that way. But that doesn't mean anything. We could still mess this up right now." 

"Right. You're right." 

"But..."

"But?" 

"I want to, too." 

Robin giggled. 

"I mean," Brian continued, "it's not like there's a whole lot on the line here." 

Robin was surprised. "There's not?" 

"What I mean is, if you go back to your school and I go back to mine, this will just be a night of sex and fun, and I certainly won't have any regrets. I feel like I know you, and you know me, and we'd never have anything to apologize for. But then, on the other hand, if you and I were gonna... I dunno... end up together..." 

Robin wanted to scream. "Right." 

"Then tonight would make sense." 

"Right." 

"So." 

Robin shivered. "I guess... I'm just thinking..." 

"Yeah, you are." 

"I am what?" 

"Thinking. So am I." 

Robin laughed. She was very nervous. "I'm thinking the same thing you're thinking. We've both had a lot of sex, and if this doesn't go anywhere, then we're both adults, and at least we had fun, and it won't be like when the girl cries or the guy goes and tells all his pals. It will just be a fun night together." 

"I think so, yeah." 

"Then... here I come." 

"Okay." 

But Robin was frozen. Brian pulled the covers aside. He swung one leg over the side of the bed, then the other, then he stood. He walked slowly to where Robin stood. Now they were close enough to see each other's bodies in the glowing dark of the room. Brian's penis still stood erect from his earlier activity. 

Once he stood before her, Brian moved no further. It would be up to Robin to close the gap. She lifted her trembling right hand, reached out and touched Brian's chest. Suddenly her breathing grew rapid. She placed her other hand on his body as well, leaning against him for support. She wanted to step forward, she really did, but her legs failed her. Fortunately, Brian made the next move. He inched forward, but not so close that his penis touched her. He lightly caressed her face with soft fingers, felt her cheek and chin, tickled her lips. She licked them. At last he leaned in, and they kissed. 

Brian placed one hand on her chest, pressing it against her sternum, attempting to still the ragged rhythm of her breathing, the galloping of her blood. The touch caused something electric to spread through her body, and she wrapped her arms around Brian, pressing herself against him. His penis poked her hip, and his chest rubbed warm and smooth against her own breasts. The friction instantly hardened her nipples. Many times she had pressed herself against a boy, but never before had her nipples felt so swollen, so sensitive. Brian gently fondled her left breast, pinched the nipple softly, as he kissed her neck hard with his hot tongue. 

Robin came. She grabbed at Brian, begging him wordlessly to support her. She was as surprised by this reaction as he was. "Whoa," she muttered.

"Was that..." 

"Yeah." 

"Wow." 

"I know." 

Brian pressed his lips against Robin's ear, his breath hot. "See if this rings a bell," he said. Then he reached down and swept the girl up in his arms. Robin laughed as he carried her to the bed. They fell together on top of the blankets. 

"These beds are wonderful," Robin said. 

"Thousand thread count." 

"I knew it." 

"You're a genius, Robin." 

"Say my name again." 

"Robin. I like you, Robin." 

"I like you, Brian." 

"Robin." 

"Oh Brian..."

The boy kissed and licked his way down the girl's neck to her breasts, further to her tummy. Robin ran her fingers through his hair, sighing with delight, kicking her legs anxiously, rubbing the bottom of her feet against the silky sheets. She reached down and touched Brian's penis for the first time. It was not tiny, a good eight inches and thick in her fist. 

"Jesus Christ," she said instinctively. Her torso dipped low of its own accord, moving her mouth down onto the tool. But Brian would not be denied his own goal. His tongue probed against Robin's inner thigh, along her pelvic bone, finally finding the top of her genitals. Robin moaned as her lover found the slick, pulsing clitoris inside her hairless folds of flesh.