Day 4 is another beach day. Tom and Lucien are out for the day with their mum and dad. I spend a couple of hours in the morning surfing with Laura before the three remaining girls decide they want to build the biggest sandcastle ever. I help for a bit, until Laura comes over to sit and watch us for ten minutes or so, before she says to me,

“I need a fag break. Coming?”

I tell the girls that I’ll be back and trail Laura up the beach and into the dunes. She finds another sun trap depression and lights up, offering me a drag. I take it, and don’t cough so much this time.

“See? You’ll be liking it soon.”

“I don’t think so.”

She shrugs, and we sit in silence. Laura is wearing one of her oversized hoodies, but beneath it, only another bikini. Her legs are bare from about mid-thigh down. I wonder why she invited me, but don’t ask because I don’t want to say the wrong thing.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” The question comes after she finishes her cigarette and leaves me blinking in the sunlight. She looks at me with a smile. “Don’t worry, I know the answer. It’s a no, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” I avoid her gaze. If she’s trying to embarrass me, it’s working.

“Want me to kiss you?”

“If you want to.” Trying a bit of bravado that doesn’t really come off.

Laura moves across the sand like a predator stalking its prey. I’m locked into her eyes as she hooks loose hair behind her ear.

“Ready?”

She leans in. There’s the scent of sea on her, and the smell of cigarette smoke, beneath that a layer of perfume, something fruity. Her lips touch mine in a fleeting touch that sends an electric charge through my heart.

“More?” she asks.

I nod wordlessly. This time, Laura’s lips stay on me, a gentle movement that takes my breath away. I respond, pushing back on the pressure, trying to match her movements. She pulls back, and I almost fall into the sand between us.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes.” My heart is pounding, and I can feel an uncomfortable pressure in my shorts where my cock is growing hard and is trapped by the material.

I put a hand on her thigh, the skin warm and smooth to my touch.

“Open your mouth this time,” Laura says.

Her tongue is in my mouth, probing. I hear myself whimper, the hand on her thigh smoothing up and down. Laura puts a hand behind my head to hold me steady. She breaks the kiss, returns just as suddenly, our tongues are twining, and my hand slides higher up her thigh until she grasps it and holds it still.

“Wait,” she says into our kiss.

My head is spinning as she pulls back. The look in her eyes is calculating, weighing the odds. I lean in and kiss her. I can feel her smiling under my lips as this time it’s my tongue that makes the first contact. A hand in the centre of my chest eases me back. I’m breathing hard like I’ve just run a sprint race. My cock is aching, and I don’t know what’s going to happen next.

Laura looks up, checking we’re not being watched. She lifts her hoodie up and over her head. I’m up close to her as she takes one of my hands and cups it to her breast. The bikini and what it holds are too big for my hand. I can’t get around the whole circumference but feel the weight with open-mouthed fascination.

“Squeeze it,” Laura tells me, her voice soft.

My other hand cups the second breast. I weigh them, pushing the two together, making her already deep cleavage deeper still. My fingers dig into her bikini. Laura kisses me again, pressing herself into my hands. I hear a groan and don’t know if it’s from her or me. When she pulls back this time, I almost cry out in frustration until she reaches around her back, unclips her top, and lets her breasts fall free.

Laura’s nipples are dark, the areolae wide saucers around thick central stubs. My fingers trace the flesh as Laura smiles and says, “Do you like them?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

That makes her laugh, and her body shivers under my touch. Laura lies back on the sand, cupping her breasts together.

“Do you want to kiss my nipples?”

I move over her, planting reverential kisses on each nipple. Each one trembles at the contact.

“Lick them,” she says, “suck them, bite them.”

“Bite?” I look up at her.

“Just gently. Put your tongue between your teeth and bite down, that’s the sort of pressure you want to use, nothing that causes pain.”

A fat nipple fills my mouth, the surface both rough and smooth. I take a breath, put it between my teeth, and hear Laura gasp. She puts a hand behind my head and strokes my hair. My whole body is jumping. My cock is twisted and trapped, and I put a hand down to ease its position. When I do, I can feel the leak of pre-cum.

“Don’t forget the other one.”

I move to her other breast, sucking the nipple deep into my mouth, more confident now. Laura whimpers in my ear and pulls me up to kiss her. Our bodies are lying together, my cock pressing into her thigh. I push my hips forward, grinding my cock and trying to ease the need that my aching balls are screaming to the rest of me.

“Lie back.” Laura pushes me away and sits up. “I’m starting to tingle.”

“What?” I’m looking at her figure, the nipples are now chubby towers of arousal.

“I don’t want to go any further. Sand gets everywhere at the best of times without getting turned on and taking my bikini bottoms off.”

I thought that was the end, until she shifted position and knelt beside me.

“I need to see you. I’ve felt you, but I need to see you.”

Her hands release the drawstring of my shorts. Fingers curl into the waistband with infinite slowness. She draws them down, pulling my shorts over my engorged cock in a series of tugs that strip them off completely.

“Oh, Dan.”

Laura puts a hand on my cock, cool fingers against burning heat. My body jumps to the touch. The ache in my balls is now a tingling that spills out to the base of my cock. Fire fills the shaft, bubbling up like magma in a volcano. I can’t speak as my body cramps, fighting to keep the boiling liquid in. Laura must know; she can feel the rigidity in my shaft as her fingers curl around it.

“Laura, Laura.” A stranger’s voice. Her eyes make contact with mine.

“Oh, fuck,” she says.

And I cum. My body jolts, every fibre in every cell lending its energy to spray my first ever cum out and across my body. More jolts, sudden pulses that make me shout in ecstasy. A fiery release that seems never-ending, but finally, somehow, eases from a cascade to a final, agonising pulse.

The blue sky had turned black at some point, and now the colour returned, brighter than before. I felt every individual grain of sand against my body, the touch of a breeze as it eddied around the dunes, Laura’s hand sticky with cum as it still held my cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Laura whispered again.

I’ve just about got my breath back. “What’s wrong?”

“Tell me that wasn’t your first cum.”

“It was.”

“Fuck.” Laura drops my softening cock. “You’ve never ejaculated? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What?” I’m confused.

“Haven’t you ever masturbated?”

“No.”

“Or had a wet dream?”

“No.”

“Oh, sweet Jesus, Dan.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Laura has just noticed she’s got strands of my cum on her hand, and she wipes it off on a clump of marram grass. She grabs her bikini top and hooks it on. Her hoodie follows it as she stands. I’m still lying there, staring up at her, totally confused, as she says,

“I’m sorry. I got carried away. I shouldn’t have touched you.”

“Laura,” I try to sit up and realise that my seed coats my t-shirt in thick sticky strands that begin to spill down as I reach to pull up my shorts. Laura’s already heading back to the beach, ignoring me as I call her name. By the time my shorts are on, she’s down the dunes and heading back to the family group. I’m following her when I realise two things. I can’t go down there covered in cum, and Amy and the twins are at the base of the dune, shouting up to me that they’ve finished the sandcastle.

“I have to go back to the house,” I shout back.

“Why?” Amy asked.

My mind flew through all kinds of reasons why. Like I had cum all over my t-shirt. Like, I couldn’t get the image of topless Laura out of my head or the texture of her nipples off my tongue. 

I hear myself say, “I fell in some seagull sick. I need to clean up.”

“That’s horrible,” Amy shouts back at me, and the twins both make gagging noises.

“I know. You go back, once I’ve cleaned up, I’ll see you at the sandcastle.”

Ever tried getting cum off clothing? The stuff is almost impossible to clean off. I ran a five-minute shower, scrubbing the grime off my t-shirt. Needless to say, the top went in the bin before I headed back to the beach. Laura had moved her towel away from mine. She now lay on the other side of the group as far from me as possible. I tried to catch her eye, but she ignored me for the rest of the day and then stayed in her room, claiming a headache that night. I was confused, from kissing her and sucking her nipples, to my first cum and then her bolting like a spooked horse. I didn’t understand it, but that night, in bed, I masturbated for the first time thinking about her kiss, her body and her touch.

The following day was a trip to Land’s End. Laura stayed by her Mum and Stepdad through breakfast, and when I tried to get her attention, she blanked me. That left me sitting in the back of our car as we made a convoy down to the end of the country. The day was bright and blustery, and we gathered around the famous signpost that pointed off to different corners of the globe, numbers telling how far away New York, Sydney, or John O’Groats was. I’d just about given up on Laura talking to me when I felt a nudge in my back, and she appeared at my side.

“Want a photo?” She half-dragged me to the sign as other tourists moved away. “Mum? Can you get a photo of us?”

She put an arm around my waist and leaned in close, her loose hair flying around us. Her mum took a couple of snaps and smiled, as if it was nice to see her daughter happy. Laura stayed close as she said,

“Follow me.”

I followed her, still confused about the switchback changes in her moods. We headed to the rocks that led away from the main footpaths and down towards the sea. She found a flat place to sit and patted the ground next to her. When I sat, she said,

“Seagull sick?” And laughed.

“It was the best I could think of,” I said.

“The girls came running down the beach, saying you’d fallen in some seagull sick. I could barely keep a straight face.”

I looked at her. “Why did you leave so quickly?”

“I got scared. We’d been fooling around, and honestly, it felt so good when you were sucking my nipples. But when you came, and I realised it was your first time, I just panicked. I should have known, or asked, or maybe not started touching you.”

“No,” I said, “it was incredible. The best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

She smiled, a hand reaching out to stroke my face, “That’s sweet.”

For a moment, I wanted to lean in and kiss her, but then I heard a shout and saw Tom and Lucien running across the rocks towards us.

“We’re going right to the end of the rocks,” Lucien panted as they reached us. “Do you want to come?”

Laura must have known what I was thinking because she winked at me and said to the boys, “Yeah, we do want to come. Don’t we, Dan?”

The rest of that day, Laura stayed close, her mood upbeat. We ended up back at home, walking into the dunes for another fag break.

The sun is out again, and Laura sits down in another sun trap, hollowed out of the dunes by the wind. She lights up and smokes her cigarette in silence, offering me a couple of drags that I manage without coughing. When she’s done, Laura slips her top and bra off and lies back with a silent invitation for me to nuzzle the firm flesh of her breasts. I’m suckling on her nipple as she strokes the back of my head. One of my hands is brushing over her stomach, too scared to go lower.

Laura pulls me up. Our kiss is soft, tongues exploring. My cock is hard, and I want to release it from its confines in my shorts. It’s Laura who makes the move, fingers stroking the length of my shaft. As our kiss breaks, she says,

“Do you want to cum again?”

I don’t need to say anything; she can see in my eyes how much I want to feel that release.

“Here,” she pushes me onto my back. “I’ve a way of making less mess this time.”

I’m not sure what she means as her hands free my cock from my shorts, dragging the garment down to my ankles and then casting it off. Her breasts hang heavy and free, grazing my thighs as she kneels between my legs.

“Ready?”

I’m not sure what she’s going to do; cool fingers wrap around my cock and pull it upright. She tucks stray hair behind her ear and leans over me. The moment her tongue laps my cock, a burst of electricity is fired through my groin. I gasp, watch her lips part, and then I’m in her mouth. A moist warmth engulfs my cock, her tongue rolls around the shaft, taking me deeper.

“Laura. Laura.” I’m saying her name like a prayer. She moves on me, the hand grasping the base of my shaft shifts to the same rhythm. Heat fills my cock. I fall back, the sky a dazzling blue in my eyes.

“LAURA!” I put a hand on her bare shoulder, hips thrusting my cock into the roof of her mouth. Cum bursts from me in a wave of ecstasy. Laura gags for a moment, half pulling off before she swallows, and my cock is taken deeper into her throat. Another jolt fires through my body, and more cum fills her mouth. I can see she’s smiling around my cock, drinking my seed, milking me with her mouth and hand until I’ve got nothing left to offer, and my body collapses back with exhaustion.

The sun dims as Laura leans over me. “Enjoy that?”

“God, yes.”

She laughs. “No need to ask, was there?”

“No.” I sit up and put my arms around her. “I love you.”

Laura sighs and shakes her head. “No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

“And it’s nothing to do with the fact I’ve just given you your first blow job, is it?” She’s putting her bra back on.

“Maybe a little,” I admit as I grab my discarded shorts.

When we are dressed and standing, Laura puts her arms around me.

“Let’s keep this at the fun level, hey? None of this love shit.”

I hug her. “You’re beautiful and amazing.”

“Whatever.” Laura takes out another cigarette. “I think I’ve got a headache coming on.”

“Oh, is that because you just swallowed my cum?”

That makes her laugh. “No. It’s because I need an excuse to go to my room when we get back to the house, and you need to feel sorry for me and bring a glass of water up.”

“Okay,” I say, not sure where this is going.

“Because, Daniel, you’ve been having all the fun. I need to cum as well, and you are the one who is going to help me.”

“Okay,” my heart almost bursts with excitement as I imagine her naked on her bed.

A hand pats my face. “Don’t get too carried away. I’ll show you how to give a girl an orgasm, but we need to be really careful. If your folks or mine even suspect what’s going on, this holiday’s over. Yes?”

“Yes.” And I didn’t want this holiday to end, ever.

Back at the house, Laura fakes a headache, saying she’s been in the sun too much. Her mum’s concerned, following her upstairs and returning a few minutes later to say,

“I’m sure she’ll be okay after a rest.”

We eat tea, and after that, the younger ones want to go down to the rock pools now that the tide is going out. I stay up at the house and, when no one is looking, get a glass of water and head up to Laura’s room.

“About time,” she says as she opens the door to my light knock. “I was starting to think you had chickened out.”

“No, I just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t look suspicious.”

“Well, you’re here now.” She takes a sip of water and puts the glass on her bedside table.

Then Laura undressed, a matter-of-fact disposal of clothing until she stood naked before me. My eyes drank in her figure, full breasts, wide hips, the cleft of her thighs and the neat patch of dark blonde hair covering her sex. She gets onto her bed, sits up by the headboard with her knees up to her chest, and her arms wrapped around her legs. I don’t need any instructions to get my clothes off. I join her on the bed, close enough to rest a hand on one lower leg. My cock is hardening in anticipation, which makes Laura smile.

“I can’t keep you down, can I?”

“You’re beautiful.” I slide my hand up her leg and follow her arm up to her shoulder. It means I have to move closer; my hard cock brushes against a firm, muscled thigh. Laura lets me kiss her. Her pose softens, legs spread as her arms go around me.

“Give me your hand.”

I let her guide me, smoothing down an inner thigh until she cups my hand to her sex.

“I wouldn’t normally want to go this fast,” she says into another kiss. “I like foreplay, but I’ve been sitting here waiting for you to come up, so I need you to touch me.”

Her pubic hair prickles my hand. I was expecting it to be soft, but the sharp curls send shivers down my spine. Her body is warm, a soft pulse as she pushes the palm of my hand into her.

“Can you feel how hot I am?”

I nod, unable to speak. She hooks one leg around me, spreading herself wide. I can see the bulge of dark lips and the faint sparkle of arousal.

“Open me.” Laura leans into another kiss, her breath scorching my lips.

I don’t know what she means until Laura puts her hand under mine, and I see her spread her labia and expose her sex fully to me. I follow her movements, fingers opening her and getting bathed in her juice. Laura tugs herself closer to me, pulling me into another kiss. My cock is aching for a touch, but she’s putting both arms around me and holding me close.

“Put a finger in me.”

I feel through the slick folds of flesh, searching for her entrance. I find it almost by accident, my finger sinking into her.

“Mmm…” Laura sighs into my ear. “Two fingers.”

Her body resists me for a moment, and then I see her eyes widen in pleasure as I stretch her sex.

“Good…good…” Her tongue is in my mouth as I probe her sex, pushing in to my knuckles.

Laura’s leg is against my cock, rubbing back and forth as her hips begin to grind.

“Now my clit.” She takes my hand, easing it from her and sliding my fingers up through wet folds until I touch a bud of flesh, and she jumps in my arms.

“Yes!”

We’re still for a second or two, eyes locked like we’re in a trance.

“Be gentle, circle it, go under it, keep your fingertip wet…”

Slowly, Laura rests back on the headboard. She lets go of my hand and cups her breasts, pinching her nipples. My cock twitches again. I’m so close, and so is Laura, closing her eyes, taking deep breaths as her skin begins to redden.

“Oh, god, Dan…”

Laura’s hips move to an inner beat. Her back arches and, for a moment, I lose contact with her clitoris. Then I’m back, rubbing harder as I see her eyes open.

“Fuck…yes…”

Her thighs slap together, trapping my hand. She puts a hand to her mouth to silence a shout of joy. I can still stroke my finger over her clit, and it drives her to the edge. She sits up suddenly, grasping my head and pulling me in for another kiss. This time, my lips muffle her cry until she breaks off with a gasp.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes…”

Laura slides down on the bed, laughing and smiling up at me. I’m not thinking about the orgasm she’s just had. I’m thinking about my cock and the fire that’s boiling up the shaft.

“Laura.” I’ve got hold of my cock, desperate to hold back the storm.

“Shit,” she half-sits. “Don’t cum on the sheets.”

There’s only one other place to cum, and that’s on Laura. I throw my head back with a strangled cry of pleasure as I fire up her body, spraying cum onto her stomach and breasts. The splatter of seed sounds like rainfall. I grunt with each burst until my energy is drained and I slump to the bed beside Laura.

“You fucking messy boy.” She doesn’t mean it. I can see her smiling as she looks down at her cum drenched body.

“Sorry.” I don’t mean it either, and we laugh together until Laura gives me a nudge and says,

“There are tissues in a box over there. Go get them.”

We clean her up, and end with a pile of stained tissues on the floor that Laura tells me I'm responsible for getting rid of. She says this as we are lying naked in each other’s arms.

“You should go,” Laura says, “before anyone wonders where you are.”

“Yeah.” I don’t want to leave her arms or her bed.

She gives me a minute. “Well?”

I get up with a sigh and dress. Laura watches me from the bed. I gather up the tissues and go to the door. Looking back, I see her on her side, facing me. She looks like a goddess.

“Laura,” I say, “I love you.”

She shakes her head and says. “No, you don’t.” But at least she’s smiling.

#####

The following morning, everyone has plans for different trips. My folks want to go to St Ives, and we’re talking about this over breakfast when Laura comes downstairs and tells Aunt Sarah that she still has a headache and can’t face a day out.

“We had plans,” Sarah says, looking to Jack for support.

“You can still go,” Laura finds a spare place at the big dining table and grabs a slice of toast.

“But we can’t leave you here alone.”

Laura shrugs. “Someone can stay, then.”

“I…” Sarah doesn’t get any help from Jack, who just shrugs.

“What about Dan?” Laura gestures at me. “If he stays, I can go and watch him surf. Or if I feel better later, do some surfing as well.”

There’s a silence in the room that presses me down. I don’t look up as I hear my mum say,

“I think Dan wants to come out with us.”

“Might do him some good to get surf practice in,” I hear Dad say.

I look up. Laura is staring at me. “I don’t mind staying,” I say. “I’ve been to St Ives before.”

“Um…” Mum isn’t sure.

“We’ll be fine,” I find the confidence to say. “There’s plenty of food in the house, and if Laura doesn’t feel any better later, we can watch a film. Grandma and Grandpa have got loads of DVDs and videos.”

“What do you think?” Mum asks Aunt Sarah.

“I guess if Dan’s happy to stay.”

“Yes, I am.” I’m hoping I don’t sound too eager. Laura is chewing on her toast and trying not to smile.

“Well…” Mum sighs, still not convinced, “I suppose okay.”

It feels like hours before the different elements of the family are gone, their cars disappearing down the long driveway. Laura is out on the veranda, having a cigarette. When I join her, she says,

“We’ll give them half an hour, just in case.”

“Okay.” I sit down, suddenly nervous. “Are you really feeling ill?”

Laura laughs. “About as ill as last night.”

“Oh.” I look at her. She’s wearing her hair tied back today, along with the usual baggy hoodie and shorts.

“Want to lose your virginity properly?”

The question takes the air from my lungs. “What?”

“Sex,” she says as she stubs out her cigarette. “You and me. Have it.”

“I…” I want it, but the idea scares me for some reason. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“No problem. I’m on the pill. Lucky for you that I carried on taking it after I split up from Todd.”

“Yeah.” My heart’s racing.

Laura stands and stretches, and even the baggy hoodie can’t quite hide the shape of her body.

“Come on, then. Your Grandpa said they’d be back by three.”

I look at the time. “It’s not half-nine yet.”

“I know, but we’re not just doing it the once, Dan, are we?”

I followed her up to her room, my heart pounding and mouth dry. I can’t quite fathom Laura. She can be funny, miserable, and happy all at once. She’s taking me to her room as if this is an everyday occurrence for her. I hesitate on the stairs. Maybe it is. Maybe this young woman has had more men than I’ve had hot dinners. But does that matter? She likes me but doesn’t love me. Once the holiday is finished, I’ll head back up to the Midlands, and she’ll go down into Kent. There’s a chance she could go to prison, but an equal chance she’ll start university. I might not see her for years, and if life gets in the way, I might not see her again.

“What’s wrong?” Laura is at the top of the stairs, looking down at me.

“Nothing.” I take the next step, and the one after that, and follow Laura into her bedroom. When I get there, she’s sitting on the edge of her bed. I close the door and go and sit beside her.

“Remember what I said last night?” Laura asks.

I shake my head, “No.”

She sighs. “Take your time. Undress me. Kiss me, caress me, lick me, bite me.”

I put my arm around her and leaned in for a kiss. My other hand cupped a breast. Laura purrs as I lift her hoodie off. Her t-shirt is a plain white; I can see the outline of her bra through the cotton. Laura helps me lift it over her head. I stroke the slope of her breasts as I kiss her neck. Laura’s hand is on my thigh, sliding up to rest on my hard cock. We remove the rest of each other’s clothing, touching exposed skin, kissing flesh. The air is warm around us as Laura lies back.

“I need you to go down on me,” she said. I wasn’t sure what she meant. “My pussy. I suck your cock, swallow your cum. It’s the least you can do for me, but remember, take your time.”

Laura spread her legs wide. I knelt between them and started by stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs, following along with my lips and tongue. Laura was stroking her breasts, teasing her nipples as they shivered erect. Closer to her sex, I could see her arousal, labia folding open. My thumbs spread her lips further, and I stared at the soft pink of her inner flesh. Her entrance leaked a clear liquid that I spread over the rest of her sex with my fingers, coating her clitoris in a way that made her sigh with pleasure.

“Lick me,” she says, her voice soft.

My lips make contact, parting to let my tongue work into her. I taste her tart liquid, kiss my way to her clit and lick it.

“Yes.” Laura’s hand grasps the back of my head, pulling me closer.

I purse my lips, give a little suck and press the point of my tongue onto her. Laura’s hips rise. I can hear the note of her breathing change, heavier now, thighs trembling as her legs close around me momentarily. My tongue continues to work around her clit.

“Fingers,” Laura says between heavy panting.

My senses are full of her. My cock is hard and aching. I push two fingers into her sex and feel her velvet muscles grasp them. The path into her is wet, a smooth glide as I stretch her wide open.

“Oh…oh…”

I suck on her clit and hear Laura’s voice rise. I work my fingers in and out, picking up speed and pushing them deeper. Laura’s hips bounce, her thighs close on me, trapping my head in place.

I hear a muffled, “Dan…Dan…yes…oh, yes.”

And I know she’s cumming, back arching and hips rolling. I break free of her, pulling my fingers out and driving them hard onto her clit. Now, Laura lets go, her voice loud enough to reach every corner of the empty house. Her hands claw me up over her stomach and breasts to kiss her.

“Oh, fuck…yes…”

My cock is rubbing against a thigh, pre-cum making the movement slick. Her hand grabs my cock, and I almost cum right then as she rubs my crown across her wet clit, down the folds of her labia to her entrance.

“Now. Push.”

I’m in her, sliding deep, taken by her body as Laura’s legs and arms wrap around me and pull me in further. The moment my abdomen meets hers, I know I am buried fully in her sex. My cock twitches, and out of instinct, my hips begin to thrust. My face is buried in Laura’s neck, she’s lifting herself to meet me, take me as deep as possible.

“Oh, god, oh, god…” That’s me, at the edge, cock a rod of fire. Laura’s body convulses on my cock as I push one last time and cum.

We’re both scrabbling for purchase on the sheets, me trying to stay inside Laura as I pump more cum into her. And then the climax is fading, and I know it may never be as good as this ever again. My first time, her body soft and warm beneath me, her arms still wrapped around my body, legs hooked around my back.

It feels like an eternity before my cock softens enough to slide from her. I roll to the side, staring at her breasts as they rise and fall with her breathing. Laura laughs, turns to face me, and says,

“That was special.”

“Thank you.” I put my hand on her face and kiss her.

We don’t speak for a while. Laura moves close, and I nuzzle down into her cleavage, my hand stroking her back. Outside, I can hear the surf crashing on the rocks and the sound of gulls. Inside, it’s Laura's heartbeat I can hear as I rest against her. She shifts a little, and the hand on her back slides lower, cupping one of her broad arse cheeks. That reminds me of the first beach day, Laura on all fours as she spread out her towel.

I lift my head from her breasts and say, “Lie on your front.”

As Laura rolls over, I straddle her lower legs. I can feel my sac rest on her calf muscles as I run my hands up the back of her thighs. Her bum is as delicious as I remember, round and smooth as I lean over to plant a kiss on each one. My tongue steals out, and I take a long, slow lap, leaving a smear of saliva as I squeeze my fingers into her flesh.

“What are you doing?” Laura half turns, looking back over her shoulder at me.

“Kissing your bum,” I do just that as she laughs.

“Does this mean you’re a bum man as well as a boob man?”

“Yeah.” I straighten up, resting back to get a good view of her backside. “It was that first morning on the beach, when you were in that black bikini.”

“And you couldn’t stop staring.”

“You were on all fours,” I say, leaning over for another kiss on those perfect, round cheeks.

“Like this?” Laura rises before me, and I hear myself sigh at the sight.

This time, she’s not wearing anything, and the view I get is heavenly. I caress her thighs and arse, and feel myself starting to get hard. There’s a moment, as I kiss her cheeks again, that I see Laura’s sex peeping between her thighs. I put my hand there, feeling her heat and moisture, squeezing as Laura sighs and rests her head on the bed.

She doesn’t need to tell me this time. I work my fingers along her labia, spreading her lips until I find her wet and open and ready. Two fingers sink into her sex, Laura’s hips angle to let me deeper. I can hear the soft squelch of her flesh as I slide my fingers back and forth. When Laura whimpers, I slip my fingers out of her and search for her clit. My touch makes her spine arch, her wordless shout making my heart rate spike. My cock is hard, and my balls are aching for release, but I know Laura wants to cum first. I roll the tip of my finger over her clit until she’s gasping for breath, hands clawing at the bedsheets.

“Yes…yes…oh, god, Dan…YES!”

I don’t give her any chance to rest. I need my cock to be in her. I need to fuck her. Laura’s still in position as my cock slides between her thighs. The contact makes her jump as my cock presses up against her sex. For a moment, I think I’m in the wrong place, and then her hand is there, guiding me, and I’m sliding into Laura, grabbing hold of her hips and pulling her onto me with a shout of joy. Her arse hits my stomach with a slap. My cock convulses, sucked deep by her hot, wet muscles. I take a chance to pull back before driving into her, the thrust making Laura shout and making me lose control.

“Laura…I can’t stop…”

And I’m cumming, buried deep inside her, heat flooding around my cock as her hips bounce wildly. We collapse, my cock still in her, still splashing cum onto the walls of her sex. Laura bucking as I take a few more wild thrusts before I finally finish with my nails digging into the flesh of her hips and my lips on her neck for a passionate kiss.

“Sweet Jesus,” Laura whispers, twisting to kiss me as my cock slips out of her.

I haven’t got any words and only enough strength to put a hand on one breast and cup it. After that, we lie together, and I try not to think of the next few hours when our families will return. How am I ever going to act normal around Laura after this?

I think thirty minutes or so go by before Laura shifts a little and says, “I need the loo and a cigarette.”

She gets out of bed, puts on her hoodie and nothing else and leaves the room. I follow her, putting on a pair of shorts, and we end up on the veranda, Laura smoking and me watching her. I’m surprised at how close to lunchtime it is. Which makes me think of food and then something else.

“We should get my surf gear wet.”

Laura looks at me through a wreath of smoke. “What?”

“We told mum that I’d do some surfing and you would watch. If she comes back and finds my board and wetsuit are dry, she’ll start asking questions.”

“You,” Laura says with a smile, “are a sneaky bastard. That halo is definitely gone.”

“I never had a halo.”

“Oh, you did.” She stubs out her cigarette. “First day we met, I thought you were going to burst into tears when I said the word 'fucking'.”

“You took me by surprise.”

“Yeah, Mr Goody-Two-Shoes,” Laura says it in a way that I know she doesn’t mean it.

I get my wetsuit and board, and Laura comes down onto the beach with me. I drop my gear in the surf for a couple of minutes to get it nice and wet before we head back up to the house. Once my gear is in the store room, Laura suggests we have lunch. We make cheese and pickle sandwiches and sit out on the veranda to eat.

“I’m starting to like Cornwall,” Laura says.

“What about me?” As soon as the question leaves my mouth, I regret it.

“You’re okay." She tries to keep a straight face, but I can see a glimmer of a smile.

“Well, you’re beautiful and sexy, and I love you.”

“I’ll take the beautiful and sexy,” Laura says, “but you don’t love me, you just lust for me.”

“No,” I say, “I love you.”

I can see something like regret in her eyes as she looks at me. I know what she’s thinking. That I’m sixteen, have just met the first girl to ever kiss me, touch me and let me touch her and have sex with her. It’s not love. Like she says, it’s lust.

Laura sighs and says, “We should head back upstairs. I want to go on top this time.”

“On top?”

“Yeah. You lie on your back, and I ride you. You’ll like it because you’ll get to see my boobs bouncing around.”

I get the idea and can’t help but grin. Laura sees it and laughs.

“I’m going to have to think of a new name for you,” she says. “Mr Goody-Two-Shoes is definitely gone for good.”

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It’s 2026 again. I’m sitting in my car, outside my dad’s care home, and watching rain sprinkle the windscreen. The memories that Dad’s comment revived are still swirling around in my head. After that day in the house together, we never got another chance to do the same. What Laura and I had were moments in the dunes or a stolen time in her bedroom in the evenings. It was enough for us to both get pleasure and for me to learn more about what arouses a woman and brings her to orgasm.

The last morning, with bags packed and loaded in their respective cars, Laura and I walked out along the cliff top to get one last look at the ocean. Waves were crashing against the rocks beneath us and a gusting wind rocked our bodies as we stood side-by-side. Neither of us spoke; these would be the last minutes together before our real lives took over. Eventually, she sighed, gave my arm a tug and we walked back to the house. All the adults and some of the kids were outside, saying their goodbyes, and Laura took me by surprise when she hooked her arm through mine, pulled me around and kissed me.

It wasn’t any old kiss, this was a long, deep lover’s kiss. Her body melded into mine, her tongue scorched my mouth, her hand slipped around my body and held me close. My lungs were empty of air, dark spots touching my vision when she broke the kiss. I almost fell, aware of the silence from our families who a few moments before had been talking and laughing.

Laura, still up close, said, “Thanks for making this holiday so good.”

She turned and pulled me along towards the adults who were simply staring at us in shock. Aunt Sarah, Laura’s mum, opened her mouth as if to say something and then just shook her head in bewilderment.

Laura smiled and said as a way of explanation, “I asked Dan during the holiday if he had ever kissed a girl. He said no, so now he has.”

Her mum sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Take me home?” Laura got into the car, giving me a wave goodbye.

And that was it. Holiday romance, or whatever you want to call it, over.  A few last hugs goodbye and Laura was driven away into the sunshine. I wouldn’t see her again for years. She never did go to prison. Police forensics found Todd’s fingerprints all over the box, packaging, and money that had been hidden in her bedroom. She was released from police bail and headed off to university, gained a BA in history and stayed on to do her Masters. She ended up working for the National Trust down near Bath. I followed my parents into teaching, a degree in English and English Literature, a PGCE and now I’m head of year and deputy principal at a high school in the West Midlands.

I’ve got my phone in its cradle and have pulled up a contact; now I’m listening to the ringtone.

“Hello, lover boy,” Laura’s husky voice fills the car and makes me smile.

“Hi, Laura.” I’ve never come up with a pet name for her. She just isn’t the type to have that kind of label.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

“I’ve just been talking about you.”

“Oh, who with?”

“My Dad.”

She sighs. “How is he?”

“Usual, although lucid enough for a few minutes to remember Jack marrying your mum and you coming on holiday with us.”

That makes her laugh. “Oh, that holiday.”

“The very one. He asked me if I ever shagged you.”

“He asked what!” For once I’ve shocked an unshockable woman.

“You heard.”

“And what did you say?”

“That I hadn’t.”

Laura laughs. “Always the gentleman.”

“You know me.”

In the intervening years, Laura had got married and divorced, and I had got married and divorced. Neither of us had any children. We met again about five years ago at a family funeral. We sat beside each other in church, and then talked for hours at the wake, and after at my hotel. Laura stayed the night, and that teenage passion was still there for both of us. Ever since, we have visited each other every couple of weekends. We’ve not told the family, and I wonder if that’s because we don’t think it will last or because we don’t want to tell people that it all began one summer in Cornwall, when I was sixteen, and she was nineteen.

Into the silence of our call, I say, “I love you.”

I can almost hear Laura smile as she says, “I know you do.”