Spring Surprise

I shivered when I got in, but then I got used to it. “You right, it is cold!”

“Hah!” Drake just leaned back up on the beach, and out his hands up. “It feels nice, though.”

I suppose it’s sort of like his own private beach, but since I cooled off, I got out, and lay down in the shade.

“Yeah, this is great.” I was just visiting my aunt, and uncle, but my cousin found this spot. It looks like just a hole full of water in the sand, but if you stick your legs down in the middle, you can feel the cold water rising up from the bottom.

He leaned over, and dried his hands off on his pants. Pulled out a pack, and his lighter. “Tink!” Thishis the life, huh?” Bounced it in his mouth, then lit up.

I sniffed, “That’s not tobacco is it?”

He held it up by the filter, “Wacky Tobbacky.”

“They sell pot cigarettes here too?”

“Yeah, and edibles, hold it in.” I just nodded, and tried not to cough.

“Agh kooh! Cough!” He took a couple more puffs, and held it up again. I just shook my head, “Nah, I’m good.” I lay back, and felt my swim trunks. Dripping, and drying on top. The hot dry air, and the high altitude was probably not helping. I mean, of course it was the pot making my head swim, so I didn’t want to move it, until he elbowed me.

“Huh?” He held his finger up, and shook his head, but he didn’t shush me. Out loud, he pointed across the water, so I looked.

There was this hippy chick, bent over a bag, and squatted down. It looked kinda like a cross between a basket with a rope for handles, and one of those Mexican blankets they sold at the Indian Market, but she didn’t look Native American. Tanned, but her dreadlocks were blonde on top. Brown on the bottom, but she wrapped them up in threads so they matched the yarn in her back.

She crossed her arms, and took her top off. Jiggling, and then pulled out a string bikini. Looking down, and trying it around her ribs, she picked up the triangles, and tied them on around her neck. Then, she pulled them back and forth until they perfectly covered the tan-lines on her chest.

“Huh!” I felt a little drool roll down my cheek, and stick to the sand. She got up, with a pair of bottoms. Red like the tops, only the triangles stuck together at the crotch in an hourglass. then, she pulled down her shorts, and shimmied out of her panties.

I blinked, and shook my head, but I was still too stoned to think. Off half a puff of that Colorado weed. It’s legal in New Mexico, but my aunt, and uncle drive up to Trinidad to get the good stuff.

“She’s.” I tried to think of the word. “Hairy.” two toned, though. Sun bleaches where she’s tanned, and almost dark brown where the swimsuit covered it up.

“Oh,” she looked up, “Hey, I didn’t see you there.” She looked up from tying a bow on her hip. “Drake.” She held her hand up, to shade her eyes, peering over the spring water. It wasn’t just her armpits, or her pubes. Even her legs had long tiny hairs scattered around all over. Like I said, hippy chick.

“Actually, my cousin, Scott. Say high Scott.”

“Uh,” I tried to wave, but not sit up. I tried that earlier, but she went around the outside of the water. Instead of swimming straight across, where it was too deep, but she held her hair up in both hands.

“Looks like you finally cut that beaver tail.”

I busted out laughing, then forgot what I thought was so funny, and tried to laugh it off, nervously.

“He’s just not used to this Trinidad stuff.” He held up the butt, or is it a roach? LOL, butt.

“Don’t mid if I do.” She sat down in the sand, with her legs crossed, and I saw drops seem to grow right out of the hairs on her legs.

“Tink!” She shook her head, and held it away over her shoulder.

“Naptha, really?”

“Oh sorry,” he pulled his pants over, and handed her a purple bic.

“Thanks,” she lit up, took a couple puffs, and passed it. He took a couple puffs, and passed it back, and forth. Finally, it got down to the filter, so she put it out in the sand. “Huh!” She leaned back, and shook her head, so the twists fell off her shoulders. “Indica?” She guessed.

“Death Star,” he nodded.

“Nice,” she picked her head up, and looked right at me. “You just camping, Scott?”

“Huh?”

She looked down, and pointed with her chin. “Cause you’re pitching a tent there.”

Drake laughed, while I tried to push it down, then I got sand in my shorts, from my wet fingers drying in the sand.

She laughed, and shook her head. Her eyes drooped, and she got this crazy grin, shaking it slower, then faster. “Woobaloo! Death Star huh?”

“Yeah, pretty potent stuff, right?”

“Yeah, you bring any rubbers?”

“Yeah, let me see.” He rolled over, and dug in the bottom of his bag. He brought a bag too, but didn’t keep his smokes, and lighters in it. TNINK! He lit a cigarette, and she wrinkled her nose. “Just 1.”

“You want it?” She took it and held it up to my face. Waving it back and forth in front of my eyes.

“Yeah,” Drake got up, “He can have it, he needs it more than me.” He walked into the water, and swam across.

I blinked, and lay back. “Yeah, you really want me?”

“Yeah, it’s usually sativa that makes me horny, but.” She bit her lip, and looked down. Walked her fingers up the dry front of my shorts, and laughed. “Bahahuh! Maybe this Death Star is a hybrid, I don’t know, but oh yeah. I want you.” She leaned over, and pulled my shorts out, looking down them, she picked out the end of my drawstring.

“You cut your nails.” I noticed, and she just glanced back.

“Uh huh?”

“But you don’t shave.”

“Uh uh. We’re mammals you know.”

“Yeah, uh. I saw your body hair.”

“And my nipples?” She reached back, and pulled the string. So, it fell down and the triangles of pale round flesh jiggled. “I know you like them huh!”

I just nodded, then closed my eyes, when my brain lagged behind until it settled. I wasn’t paralyzed, and I was far from passing out. I didn’t want to move, and I sure wasn’t fighting her off, but I never imagined that my first time would be with a girl like her. A dirty blonde hippy girl, in a string bikini, and her hair tied up, like friendship bracelets.

Stoned out of my gourd, I hoped I would remember this, later. What if I forget my first time having sex? My first tit, and the slightly salty flavor of her nipple from barely dipping in the water, when she held her hair up to keep it dry.

“Huh!”

“Smup!” I licked my lip, but her hair felt heavy. Dragging over my naked body like ropes, weight me down. Dragging me down deeper, like quicksand, just about to close over me, and cover my face so I can’t breathe, and get smothered by the incredible weight.

“Huh!” I blinked and she shook her hair back again. Her body stretched back, so her tummy sucked in, and I felt something. I blinked, and looked down, thinking I had wet myself, because it reminded me for all the world of hot urine soaking into my uderwear.

“Huh fuck!” She sank down, and the rubber disappeared in her bush. “Huh, your cousin. Huh!” She scooted, and moaned. “Oh fuck!”

“Drake?”

“He doesn’t have so much. Dick ah fuck! It’s huge!” She didn’t fuck up and down it. It’s weird, but she humped back and forth, so it swung inside her, and started panting like a jocky. I laughed, and picked my hands up. Felt her butt, and managed to lift my elbows out of the sand.

“AH FUCK! UAGH!” She shook her head, and I felt up her sides until I could see my thumbs under her arms. Feel her shaking tits bouce, and brush against them, see my spit glistening, and shining on 1 nipple, the tiny shiny barbell in the other and feeling my fingers wrap around.

“NGHHHHHH!”

“Uh!” She slowed down, “Uh, huh! Fugh!” Leaned down, so my spurting cock bent back, and rubbed her pubes into mine hard. “UH!” Breath loud in my ear. “FUCK YOUR SO GOOD! Oh!” She twisted and I slipped out. She rolled over, panting on the sand next to me, and felt up and down my chest.

“Huh, so much dick,’ She leaned her head up, and shook the sand out before propping her ear on her elbow. “Wow, ahehihn!” She pinched the tip, and I hunched when she slipped the whole thing off.

“Uh!”

“You’re not a shower but.” She licked her lips, and dragged her dirty hair back over, to kiss, and suck the jizz off my wilted head.

“Uh, stop, stop.” I practically sat up from my midriff jerking, and cramping from the almost painful way she sucked my sensitive dick.

“Huh, sorry.” She licked her lips. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

She giggled, “Yeah, you are. DRAKE!? Can you hear me?”

“Yeah,” he ran up to the opposite shore, but she pulled my shorts up, and patted them.

“Huh, I could really smoke a pole right now, so how bout a quick beej?”

“Oh yeah,” he dove right in with a splash, and I managed to get up.

“Uh,” shaking my head. “I better go, leave you two alone.”

“Yeah thanks.” he said.

“Uh gug guh guk!” She just nodded.

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