The clouds were perfectly timed as they occasionally hid the sun. I had all the supplies i needed and a good book, and i was happy as a teenaged girl ...ould be. I lay there, baking and taking in the view for an hour or two, turning as required to tan both sides. Periodically, i would leave the sand and walk to the changing station to use the restroom there. On one of my trips to pee that day, i passed a girl a little older than me who was coming out, and noticed her figure, which was beautiful,. He told me about himself. One day while we were having a casual conversation, he popped a personal question. "Are you gay?" he asked nervously. I was stunned by the question but answered saying, "Yes, I am."Ok, cool. I'm bi" he said obviously relieved.Lat that night, he called me into his office. Everyone else had left so I didn't know what was going on. He told me to sit down in one of the chairs that faced his desk. As I sat down, he said with a lustful grin, "Let's have a little fun." I. Of course not.”“Janet has had sex with fewer people than Melanie.”“What?”“Do you think Joyce is a slut?”“No, of course not.”“Same thing.”“No way. No fucking way. I don’t believe it.”“According to Janet, she’s had sex exactly twice. With the wrong guys — ones who bragged about it. After that, it took on a life of its own because no guy would admit he didn’t do it with her. The airhead thing is an act. It’s like Becky’s bitch act. Just keep an open mind on Monday, please.”“I will. But I don’t. She let her legs down, pulled me closer and held me by my shoulders. She lets her nail marks there. This was my first time and a very intense one. We both were moving in rhythm and there were light moaning noises.This went for some time before I cummed again. This time even she was satisfied to the fullest. We both were sweating in the cold weather. We hugged for some time and then started to drink again. We were sitting in the Indian way facing each other and sipping neat vodka.We finished the.