I couldn’t bring myself to invite Kristen to come to our small house near the beach. But I wanted to be with her without stirring up a controversy. She offered a solution while we were getting dressed.

“We are having our SEX ON THE BEACH Bonfire tonight. Why don’t you come? Kay is out of town and you are just going to be hanging around your house by yourself all night anyway. The Kappa Delts are grilling steaks and we will be playing volleyball….it will be fun. We’ll be on Gold Beach from four o’clock until who knows when. The last big blowout before finals.”


When a nubile coed wearing only tiny white shorts and sandals, holding a pink peasant blouse she was preparing to put back on, asks you out, the polite thing to do is accept. She stood there, that amazing six-pack under those small, firm breasts with those exquisitely tiny and hard nipples, blonde hair, blue eyes and a smile that could melt the coldest heart, and waited for an answer.
“Sounds like fun. I’ll get a couple bottles of wine and some other stuff and see you later,” I agreed. “But we have to be careful. What we did here has to be kept between us. No one else can ever know. It would be

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