Summer Vacation
You arrive at the beach and start looking for Claire and then you see her.
Perched on the hood of a 1960s red T-Bird, legs crossed, and cigarette dangling from her lips is Claire. She looks like a cover girl from an old magazine in her red string bikini with the setting sun streaming through her golden hair.
You walk up to her, braver than you usually are.
"Hey you," you say, with a smile, "I thought you said you were going to quit smoking."
She tosses the cigarette to the ground and jumps off the hood of the car.
"I am. I only smoke when I'm nervous," she says.
"What's there to be nervous about?" you ask.
She replys by kissing you deeply on the lips.
The two of you walk hand and hand over to the bonfire. You immediatly feel uncomfortable there. Not only is there a lot of drinking, but most of the kids there are in couples and are making out. You think Claire is hot, and didn't mind the unexpected kiss, but you don't really know her and she does seem a little rough around the edges, not exactly the girl you want your parents to know you are dating.
You are contemplating this, when Claire and one of her friends go and talk a little closer to the fire. Immediatly, a punkish looking kid with a spiked bracelet comes over and sits next to you.
"Hey man," he says, "My names Phil, I see you met Claire."
"Yeah," you reply.
"She's a nice one. You should be able to score with her pretty quick. Not that she's a slut or anything but, lets just say she's the kinda girl that doesn't mind rushing into things."
"Ah...ok." you say.
You feel mildly concerned by this, as you are quite conservative about such things.
Claire comes back with a pouty look on her face.
"Hey," she says to you, "You wanna ditch this place?"
You are getting a little tired of the bonfire yourself so you agree. You walk back with Claire to her car and she revs up the motor.
"What do you want to do?" she asks.
You feel as though things are probably rushing too fast with Claire, and it would be best if you went home and called it a night. Then, a wild thought crosses your mind, if she is kind of a fast girl, maybe you could try to sneak into a club?
You suggest...
« Go Back Perched on the hood of a 1960s red T-Bird, legs crossed, and cigarette dangling from her lips is Claire. She looks like a cover girl from an old magazine in her red string bikini with the setting sun streaming through her golden hair.
You walk up to her, braver than you usually are.
"Hey you," you say, with a smile, "I thought you said you were going to quit smoking."
She tosses the cigarette to the ground and jumps off the hood of the car.
"I am. I only smoke when I'm nervous," she says.
"What's there to be nervous about?" you ask.
She replys by kissing you deeply on the lips.
The two of you walk hand and hand over to the bonfire. You immediatly feel uncomfortable there. Not only is there a lot of drinking, but most of the kids there are in couples and are making out. You think Claire is hot, and didn't mind the unexpected kiss, but you don't really know her and she does seem a little rough around the edges, not exactly the girl you want your parents to know you are dating.
You are contemplating this, when Claire and one of her friends go and talk a little closer to the fire. Immediatly, a punkish looking kid with a spiked bracelet comes over and sits next to you.
"Hey man," he says, "My names Phil, I see you met Claire."
"Yeah," you reply.
"She's a nice one. You should be able to score with her pretty quick. Not that she's a slut or anything but, lets just say she's the kinda girl that doesn't mind rushing into things."
"Ah...ok." you say.
You feel mildly concerned by this, as you are quite conservative about such things.
Claire comes back with a pouty look on her face.
"Hey," she says to you, "You wanna ditch this place?"
You are getting a little tired of the bonfire yourself so you agree. You walk back with Claire to her car and she revs up the motor.
"What do you want to do?" she asks.
You feel as though things are probably rushing too fast with Claire, and it would be best if you went home and called it a night. Then, a wild thought crosses your mind, if she is kind of a fast girl, maybe you could try to sneak into a club?
You suggest...