I grabbed my bathing suit, but didn’t put it on. Instead I ran straight for the ocean. I jumped in and tried not to lose the suit in the waves as I ...eld it. I stayed in for as long as I had the nerve, washing myself and the suit, than I got out and ran back to my blanket.When I was safely back between the dunes and the rocks I got on my knees and had another brilliant idea. I rolled in the sand until my body was totally covered. This made me feel like such a whore, to be on a public beach. That is what had my cock fully hard again. But as my hand moved across his stomach I saw him lean up from sitting back on his legs, I felt his stomach tighten up, I saw, out of my peripheral vision, his thighs tighten - I say peripheral because I was focused on his cock, his stroking his cock that seemed to be swelling even more before my eyes, his thrusting forward and I felt his body begin to shake as I heard a moan coming out of his mouth and felt his warm breath on my cock just before I. .." but her hips were already moving in a lewd and urgent invitation even though her skirt was still stretched several inches below her naked pussy. I pressed my lips against her throat and continued to inch her skirt upwards, wanting her to feel every millimeter of thigh as it was exposed, until finally there was no need to go any higher. I touched her between her legs, an she turned her face to me, begging for a kiss, desperate to hide her emotions as my fingers slid along her exposed. The next day at school I had to grab her and tug her against a locker to get her to stop and talk. "I'm sorry," I said. "I want to try it again. I promise not to be scared." Too late, little boy." She swung her arm violently away from my grasp. "You had your chance and you proved a fool. Don't touch me ever again." But Bess, you're my best friend," I cried as she walked away.Wanting by definition means not having. When what you can't have lives next door, wanting resembles obsession. I shivered.