They all piled into three cars, loaded up their sleeping bags, a jug of wine and a few joints to share. It was one of those special nights when the moon is full and the surf is effervescent with the blue light of plankton. Each time a wave hit the shore a burst of cerulean lit up the entire beach front.
Getting down to the beach was challenging in the dark. They were about thirty miles out of town on a deserted stretch of the highway. No lights anywhere. A couple of the guys had flashlights and they helped the floundering down the embankment.
After building a fire and passing the intoxicants around, the couples set themselves a part enough to enjoy some degree of privacy for their expected coital acts. Everyone was busy with foreplay when one guy got up to pee in the surf. His urine stream glowed in a wondrous sprout of fluorescence.
Bundles of bodies in twos hunched up in sleeping bags zipped together for both warmth and play. Sex was in the air. Kristie and Butch set up a few yards away on the outskirts of the fire ring. Because they had been together for some time, sex was not their primary goal for being there. They sat quietly taking in their surroundings.
The lesbian couple was really going at it. Kristie had heard about fisting, but this was the first time she had witnessed it first hand. Cyn was really pumping it into Renee with all of her might. Renee was huffing and puffing like a locomotive trying to accommodate Cyn’s forearm. Talk about wanting to get back into the womb! Cyn was doing her damnedest to get as much of herself inside Renee as possible.
Butch was not about to be outdone. He rose to the occasion, mounted Kristie and joined in the party. “I ain’t no slouch,” he whispered to her as he raised his head up to get a better look at the hetero couple on the other side of them.
Sex was going on all around. Something about his determination to fit into the scene on hand and the blue proliferation of the pounding surf made her melt, and she journeyed into the bliss she was always seeking. He gave her a beautiful memory.
He left the next day to go walk about on his own. She decided to stay in the little beach town. She liked it there. They had an understanding. They each went their own way. He left to go to Mexico and she wandered around the town looking for folly and herself without him.
(First published 8/17/12)
