She was fingering her pussy to get her finger wet then playing with her clit. She started counting slowly one, two, and then three. I asked her what s...e was doing and she replied that she was counting off her orgasms for me. What! I didn’t see any cum come out and I hadn’t either. She laughed at me and said that girls don’t cum like boys do and that it happens somewhere up inside her pussy. I said that wasn’t fair then. If I couldn’t see her cum then she couldn’t count it. So she told me to put. We all walked out to the beach, heading for the cottage. We were surprised to see Billy at the lifeguard station. I looked at you with a question in my eyes. You nodded enthusiastically. I told Billy where we were going and he joined us. The coincidences kept coming. When we got to the front door of the cottage, the local cowboy, John, was there. He saw us and gave you a hot open mouth kiss. I thought, 'What the hell - it's our last night here.' You invited him in. We went into the cottage and. " "Won't you be lonely?" "Yes, I probably will be." "We can't have that can we? I have some money for beer and my neighbor gave me some weed." Pretty girls, I was learning had guys giving things to them all the time. A hot girl can walk into a 7-11 and walk out with a free Slurpy. I was had never been never given a free Slurpy. "Well, you're a lucky girl." I said. "Well you're a lucky boy" she whispered. "Maybe we should just go to your place instead of you guys having to drive me. With one ear attached to the phone, trying to keep up with insurance providers, I routinely snapped my fingers to avert incoming patient’s gazes from my chest to my smoldering eyes as I prodded them for pertinent information. Noon to five in a blur, I didn’t even look up until Candace was giving the lobby a quick-vac once over. “ Hey, Candi,” my voice barely escaped my lips, its usual syrupy thickness cracking, my throat sore and hoarse. She glanced over without speaking, her dark eyes heavy.