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I'd been writing to him on the computer for four months; I'd read things
he'd written before that, but somehow we never got around to writing to
each other a long time.  Since we'd begun our frequent letters, I'd
found an incredible romantic: he could tell you about books and movies
he'd discovered that no one had ever heard of, but when you read them,
after he'd given you hints and things to look for, you felt as if
nothing you'd ever read before was so beautiful, or so tragic.

It was the spring of my freshman year, and I was going to Florida for
spring break, the first time I'd been on a trip on my own...  I'd grown
up in a strict, spartan family, and though I'd yearned for freedom,
though the romance my friends had told me about called to me like a
distant song, it wasn't until then that I was free to answer it.  When I
discovered that he had his spring break at the same time, I convinced
him (it wasn't too hard) to meet me in Florida, where he'd been before,
which he'd told me a lot about.

We'd arranged to meet at what he said was the only beach in Florida that
was still unspoiled.  "It goes on forever; just keep walking," he'd
instructed me.  This was a little scary, but exciting; it was hard to
find, and when I found it, I drove as far as I could until I came to the
end of the road, got out, and looked around.

It was different, that much was certain.  The sand wasn't white like the
other beaches I'd seen; it was made of little pieces of sea shell, but
soft.  Hard to walk in.  The sun was hot, but a cool breeze blew off the
water.  I went back to the car and got my bathing suit and a towel, and
left my flip-flops in the car.  I went back to the beach and started
walking.  My feet sank into the sand; the wind whipped my sundress
around my legs.  At first there were people, swimming and playing and
fishing in the water, but after awhile I left them behind, and there was
no one in sight but the sea birds.  I kept walking, a little
apprehensive, for what seemed several miles.  On the horizon I saw what
looked like a wrecked boat.

Then I saw him, sitting on the boat, watching me walk toward him.  He
just sat, quietly, and I started to feel a little more nervous.  As I
drew closer, I knew it was him, though he was different than I'd
imagined: tall, slim, in a white t-shirt and cutoffs, beautifully
tanned.  He had strong arms, strong legs, but yet was not muscular; he
had deep-set eyes, a fine, beautiful but boyish face, wavy brown hair,
and an irresitably cute button nose.  I wondered if he though I was
beautiful.  Certainly not as beautiful as he was.  I had doubts as to
why I'd come.

"Hi," he said.  "So you're Kathy."

"Yes, that's me," was all I could think to say.  "I'm cold."

"Let's sit on the beach; it's warmer."

We both walked, a little shyly, higher up on the beach and sat next to
each other.  I turned and looked at him.

He had beautiful eyes; deep, greenish grey, large and sensitive.  He
stared out to sea, his arms wrapped around his knees, seeming to be lost
in thought.  I thought that if I got up and walked away, he would
probably not notice.  So this was the person I'd written to all these
months.  It was funny how you could read a person's writing for a long
time and never have any idea what they'd be like in person.  The warm
sun beat down on my shoulders, and glinted off his hair stirring softly
in the wind.

"I read `The Apple Tree' on the plane," I said.  "You were right; it was
great."

He seemed to awaken from his thoughts.  "Sieze the day," I though, and
slipped my arm around his waist.  It was a firm but soft waist; he
slipped his arm around me and I felt warmer.  "There's no time here," he
said dreamily, "we have all day." He turned and looked into my eyes.

His eyes were deeper than I'd imagined; bright and intense, I felt
absorbed in them, felt myself warm to his gaze even more than to his
touch.  He brushed my hair away from my face and leaned forward and
kissed me.  It was a gentle kiss, a soft nibble; he nuzzled my cheek and
wrapped his arms around me.  I turned my face to him, and our mouths
joined again in a deep, swirling kiss.

We kissed for what seemed like hours; I lay back in the sand, and the
thin fabric of my sundress seemed to dissolve beneath his gentle
caresses.  Almost.  Not enough.  I felt myself warm and wet, as I had
before when I'd awakened from dreams; my body tingled, and I longed to
feel his bare flesh against mine.  "Wait," I whispered.  I stood up for
a second, watched his slightly startled face as I slipped out of the
sundress, rolled it up, and dropped it on the sand.  As I did so, his
eyes roved along my body.  I sat next to him.  "Your turn," I smiled,
surprised at my own aggressiveness.

He reached over his head and pulled off the t-shirt in one movement,
revealing his tanned chest.  He looked longingly at me, and slipped his
arms around me; he pressed against me, pressing against my nipples, one
arm circling under my right breast as I turned to face him.  Our bare
legs tangled awkwardly together; he kissed me as the waves crashed in
the distance.  I felt warm, excited, giddy; I lay back, pulling him atop
me, my legs pressed together.  The wet denim of his cutoffs felt harsh
against me as I slid my hands along his back pockets, and up under the
leg openings until I could feel the soft curve of his buns.  I felt a
wave of desire sweep over me; barely thinking, I unbuttoned his front
button and pulled, feeling the zipper slide open.  As I did so, his
erection, which had been pressed tight under the waistband, dropped
free, brushing my hand.  I'd gone this far with a guy before, more than
once, but always I'd stopped it quickly here, caressing him before he
could urge me onward until he released himself in my hand.  This time,
with the cool breeze and hot sun, alone miles from anyone, I felt
different.

The inside of my thighs ached to feel him against them.  He nibbled my
ear, seemingly lost in passion, as I moved until he was resting between
my thighs, fully atop me.  As I did so, I felt the breeze brush my
wetness with a chill.

"Kathy," he murmured, "are you protected?" So they really said that.
Some part of me said, "nice guy!" some part of me just wanted...  I
wasn't really sure what.  "Of course, Eric," I whispered.  He just
kissed me again, as we snuggled together; I felt the head of his manhood
moving in my crotch, felt with some surprise the urge to take it inside
of me.  Still he kissed me, tenderly, gently.  I felt him fumble like a
bee looking for the opening of a flower, then felt him slip gently
within the outer lips where I would explore on lonely nights the places
that were most intimately mine alone to share with someone ...  him! I
suddenly realized.  I ached to feel him deeper within me, yet...

He looked startled for a moment; I felt a twinge of fear.  We looked
into each other's eyes, two animals, but unlike animals, knowing what
would happen next.  Then he smiled tenderly with those deep eyes again,
and my frustration at the impasse we had reached grew overwhelming.  I
slid my hands around his buns as I felt him grow harder and more erect,
felt his head swell inside my lips, against my surrendered virginity.
"Hurry!" I started to say, but before I could even begin, I felt his
buns tighten under my hands, his firm, strong belly flex; within the
moment of a heartbeat I felt the pressure grow as if the head of him
were swelling inside me, then suddenly felt what I had guarded until
this moment pop with a brief stab of pain under his strong, tender,
overwhelming passion.  Before I could recover from my surprise he had
pierced and was deep inside me, the pain gone, deeper than I could
imagine anyone being.  It felt so natural and so right as we began to
move smoothly in unison together, my own desire growing more and more as
I felt his hot breath on my neck.  Suddenly I exploded in wave upon wave
of ecstasy.  "Kathy!" he moaned, as he thrust deep into me.  (I didn't
know, yet, to watch his face change at this moment, but I would see it
many times in the days and nights that followed.) My own orgasm subsided
as I felt the throbbing when he, pressed hard and still within me, came
inside me over and over.  With a sigh, he relaxed, and we lay together
in a peaceful embrace as the sea birds called overhead.

--
David Zinkin ([e-mail]) -- RGH Radiology and CWRU Psych/Chem ('92)

"You know, you perplex me.  Normally, people who lack physical appeal make up for it with an actual personality!" -- Dr. Frasier Crane ("Cheers")