Summer of Redemption

“Afternoon delight, cocktails and moonlit nights, that dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contact highWay down in Kokomo” – from “Kokomo” by The Beach BoysBack in my collegiate days in Philadelphia, I lived at home with my parents and commuted to the campus via train; every day. During my freshman year, I met and fell hopelessly in love with a cute Irish girl who lived only a few blocks from our home.Peggy was very attractive with a dancer’s build (tiny tits and long legs), blond hair (bleached), and a very cute face. She resembled an anorexic version of Elke Sommer. And I was a goner.Sexually she seemed adventurous, ferociously making out with me and grinding against the bulge of my straining cock, leaving warm and wet spots on my jeans from her sopping loins, and then… cutting me off and sending me away with my cock twitching down the leg of my pants. I spent more time jacking my joint than ever before. My right hand developed a cramp.And then, she abruptly dumped me. Pulled the fucking rug right out from under my soul and sent me into a tailspin of emotional disaster that very nearly wrecked my college life.I wandered around alone and sad, pissing off my friends and frat brothers. Ankara escort Fortunately, I had the wherewithal to hang tough. I made it through to summer break, temporary freedom, and possible redemption at the Jersey Shore; where my family keeps a summer home.One thing about that summer place: friends that you haven’t heard from in forever, find a way to seek you out; after all, you have a house a few feet from the beach. Which is how this saga begins.All through High School, my nerdy and kind of weird friend, Scott, never – ever had a girlfriend. Not even an inflatable one. Still, we were friends and managed to survive until graduation; despite Scott’s consistently bad driving. We used to bust on him about it, and it’s amazing we weren’t killed in some gruesome wreck. I used to draw cartoons about him and his shitty Plymouth Cricket. But he had the wheels and at that time none of us did.One sunny Saturday morning at the shore, while my family was sitting at breakfast, the Plymouth Cricket pulled up and parked in front of the house. Scott emerged, opened his trunk, and retrieved (1) a watermelon, and (2) a large bag of potato chips. “Ah!” I thought, “Beware of nerds Ankara escort bayan bearing gifts.” But then, he went and opened the passenger door, and out stepped an attractive girl, and then another girl climbed out of the back seat.I greeted Scott on our front porch. I had not seen him since shortly after our graduation day. He introduced his girlfriend Lisa (front seat), and her bestie Sharon (shotgun). We all back-slapped and hugged, and I complimented the girls on still being in a good mood after surviving the two-hour trip in Scott’s car. After I showed the girls where they could change into beachwear, I grabbed some chairs and towels, and a boombox, and we all headed to the beach.Scott and Lisa immediately took off and jumped into the ocean, leaving me with Sharon. I was still a nervous wreck from the events of the previous months but was able to quickly relax while getting to know her. She was from the “Far Northeast” of Philly. This is an area that has deep German roots, and it showed in her face. Bright blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, full lips, and a quick smile. She had an ample stern on her, and full breasts that her bikini top struggled Escort Ankara to contain. I was very much liking this girl, and we relaxed; enjoying a lively – and increasingly personal – conversation.We decided to go for a swim, joining Scott and Lisa. So I stood up, offered my hand, which she took, and we ran into the surf, together.Funny thing, whenever we got close to the two of them they moved away from us. At the same time, we both realized that they were vigorously fucking in the ocean; in full view of the lifeguards, etc.Sharon exclaimed, “Oh my God! Why didn’t they sneak off into the dunes? That’s what I would have done!” This raised my eyebrows.I told her that it’s against the law to be in the dunes, for they are maintained to provide coastal protection. I added, “Our house is just a couple of hundred feet away, and I know that nobody is home until later this afternoon. I’d have told him that, along with a few ground rules.”“Well, it’s too late for that – at least for them,” she replied. My eyebrows went higher.She then said, “I have a little cooler in the back of his car, with a few cold beers. I’m thirsty! Wanna go and get ‘em?” I said, “Sounds good! Let’s go!”We waved to the happy couple, making our way out of the surf and back to the chairs. We dried ourselves and then walked back to the house. I unlocked the door and confirmed that my folks had taken off for a day of boating. Sharon retrieved her cooler and brought it inside, where we both popped open some ice-cold Buds.