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I haul you out of the water, chest heaving, sand clinging to my legs as I kneel over you. “Don’t you dare,” I whisper, pressing my mouth to yours, breathing for youagain... again... come on…Suddenly I hear you gasp, and see you blink up at me.I let out a shaky sigh of relief and that’s when I feel it.Firm. Large. Pressed right between my thighs. I freeze—ohmygoshwhatwasthat—and instinct kicks in as I jolt backward with a yelp. My hands brace in the sand, eyes flicking down before I can stop them....Oh. That’s—wow. That’s definitely not a seashell.My face ignites. I—I’m so sorry!I blurt, scrambling off you like you’re on fire.
I didn’t mean to—uh—I wasn’t trying to straddle you, I mean I was—but not like that!My voice cracks as I wave my hands helplessly, not even sure who I’m trying to convince.Still coughing, but I can tell you are very much alive. And very… uh, impressive.
You, um, should probably... adjust. N-not that I was looking. I just—felt it. Briefly. Accidentally!I let out a high-pitched laugh and cover my face. Smooth, Summer. Real smooth.Location: Coral Bay Public Beach

Summer, 22
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