Last week I posted a flash fiction-esque scene featuring Carla and Andy. Originally the scene was going to be all there was to the story, but after posting it I began thinking more about the characters and naturally a story began building in my mind. I had to abandon what I was working on at the time in order to get this new story out of my system… I hoped it would fizzle out and I could just leave it at the one scene I originally posted, but I am now 15,000 words into it (not counting the 1500 or so I posted last week). I guess it’s not going to fizzle out after all.
I won’t go too much into the background, in fact, I won’t go into it at all. Instead I will just post the damn excerpt!
For the next three hours they went through the same routine; eating, followed by talking, laughing and a lot of kissing, followed by playful splashing around in the water and some slightly-inappropriate touching out a bit deeper.
It was fine when the touching wasn’t directly skin-to-skin, but around nine o’clock Carla made the mistake of snaking her hand in his boardshorts and taking his cock firmly in her hand.
Something snapped in her then – she needed his cock – needed wasn’t even the right word for it, it was essential, necessary, imperative. She thought back to her favourite Reese Carter book, in which one of the characters refers to herself as being ‘cock hungry’ and that was exactly how she felt as she massaged the tip of Andy’s cock with her thumb. The sexy little whimpers he was making were spurring her on and when he gasped “Stop!” in her ear, she reluctantly did as he asked.
“How about we get home, I need you, badly, so so badly, so badly I might potentially explode at any minute,” Andy sounded panicked and Carla bit her lip and nodded.
“Please, I’m… well… let’s just go, please, get me home and… gah, let’s just go before I explode as well,” Carla replied.
They quickly walked toward the shore, not bothering to give his cock time to settle down – they were the only people on the beach – so neither really cared. Andy reached the blanket and lay down on his back, it was obvious he was doing so to get his breath back, but the sight was too inviting and instead of waiting for him to get up she straddled him.
Andy smirked at her as he pulled her down and she started moving her hips, wishing like hell they had a condom with them. Getting home seemed almost impossible and she began contemplating the idea of condomless sex. Irresponsible, yes, but she was on the pill and could always get the morning after pill. STI’s were mostly treatable, right?
“Dammit,” Carla groaned and gave him a frustrated look. “Being a responsible adult fucking sucks.”
“It does,” Andy agreed and even though he obviously knew what she was referring to, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her down so they were pressed even more firmly together.
“God I wish we had a condom.” She was so horny she wasn’t even embarrassed by her declaration.
“Well we kind of do.” He shocked her with his reply.
“What?” she asked loudly, trying to tame her excitement.
“I got some at the supermarket before I picked you up, in case we ended up not back at your house tonight, might have put one in my wallet,” he informed her and Carla kissed him greedily.
“Where is your wallet?” she asked while at the same time kissing him.
“Jeans pocket,” he replied, against her mouth.
Carla broke off the kiss to reach over and pick up his jeans which she was just able to grasp with her finger tips. She took his wallet and quickly found the condom, casting the wallet and jeans aside the moment it was in her hands.
“You sure?” Andy asked seriously.
“More than sure,” Carla replied, just as seriously.
“I thought you’d want our first time to be in a bed,” he joked and Carla shrugged.
“The second time can be in a bed,” she replied, hoping like hell there would be a second time.
“And just how do you propose we have sex right here on the beach without getting caught?” he asked and Carla winked at him as she leaned over and picked up her dress which was beside his jeans. She pulled it on and organised the skirt so it it was spread around her covering his thighs and belly. “That is how,” she said proudly and Andy laughed, moving his hands up her thighs, fumbling with the ties of her bikini bottom until both came undone.
“Oh no, your bikini has come undone.” He attempted innocence but failed.
“Oh no,” she sighed as she raised herself up slightly and pulled the unwanted piece of material from between her legs, dropping it on the blanket beside them. Her hands moved straight to his board shorts and she made quick work of the drawstring. When it was completely undone she feigned shock, “Uh oh, now your shorts are undone.”
“Whatever will we do?” he continued their little game as Carla undid the foil packet containing the condom and he raised his hips slightly to push his shorts down just far enough.
“I have no idea,” she sighed dramatically, trying to appear calm as she rolled the condom down his rigid length, her pussy clenching as she was finally able to visually appreciate his cock. And a glorious cock it was!
“Could always, I dunno,” he started as she moved her hips and lined herself up with his penis, “maybe, you know, do-” he continued with a blissful smile as she took the very tip of his cock inside her hole, “this,” he said emphatically as he pulled her down and she was finally impaled on his cock.
Carla placed a hand on either side of Andy’s head and began kissing him, finally able to unleash the hunger that had been building deep inside since Tuesday morning. Andy held her hips tightly, something about the pain caused by his fingers made her rock even harder against him and when the primal instinct to moan struck, she buried her face in his neck and bit down on his shoulder. She didn’t mean to bite, she had never really been much of a biter (more of a bite-ee) but when it came to Andy, it seemed she was no longer in control of her own responses.
Not that Andy was being gentle. As well as holding her hips extremely tightly, everytime she thrust her hips forward he would pull her down at the same time meaning his cock was making double the impact on the back of her pussy. The harder she rode him the harder he was pulling her down and the more she had to fight the urge to cry out and let the world know precisely how good his cock felt filling her pussy.
Andy’s grunts were quiet and deep, and seemed to resonate throughout her body. Every time he made a noise her pussy would grip his cock tightly; she had never reacted so strongly to a noise during sex and wondered what would happen when they could be as loud as they wanted.
As her orgasm began to build Carla hooked her feet under Andy’s knees, the added resistance meaning she could ride him harder. He began pulling her down even harder with each forward thrust of her hips and when her pussy began tightening around him she found the rest of her body went tense; Andy must have noticed as well because he made one final effort to pull her down harder, the forceful impact of his cock inside her pussy finally sending her right over the edge, causing her to scream into his neck as wave after wave pulsed through her body.
Even though her orgasm had sapped most of the energy from her body Carla kept moving her hips, her body being bombarded by aftershocks as Andy continued pulling her down, faster and faster, until his body went rigid beneath her and he let out a long, strangled groan as his climax hit.
His hands slipped from her hips and Carla cautiously moved off him, collapsing onto the blanket in a breathless heap. Beside her Andy rolled onto his side and she gathered he was removing the condom. Having sex on the beach might have been as skanky as hell, but at least they had used protection!
When he was finished he rolled over so he was facing her and in the moonlight she could see him smiling at her. She smiled back and let out a happy sigh when he moved even closer and put an arm protectively around her.
“You okay?” Andy whispered and kissed her on the forehead.
“Very okay,” Carla replied, smiling softly when he kissed the tip of her nose.
“I am glad,” he replied, his voice still very quiet, as if speaking any louder would be inappropriate.
“I hope you didn’t think I was too pushy,” she felt embarrassed about how eager she had been to have sex with him; people always spoke about women feeling pressured into sex, but she knew it could also be the other way round.
“If I had my way we would have still been at your house and had sex about 10 times over by now,” he commented and Carla didn’t think he was joking.
“Something kinda nice about being outside with the moon and all,” she said, hoping she wasn’t coming on too strong.
“It’s romantic,” he agreed and that made her smile.
“It’s hard to think of it any other way-” she responded, the rest of her sentence cut off by a deliciously soft, slow kiss.
Things started getting heated again and when Andy suggested they head back to her house she agreed it was a good idea. Having sex on the beach once was risky enough, but twice, that was just asking to get caught!
Both were in understandably good spirits as they packed up and walked back to Andy’s car. The anticipation between them was building again and Carla couldn’t wait to get home so she could be naked with Andy. It was one thing to have sex for the first time, but she was dying to be naked with him, to explore his body with her fingers and hands, to take a closer look at the tattoos adorning his skin.