Jack was buzzing. The four bourbons and three shots of tequila had him ready to take on the world. The party was pretty cool too. Something about adults drunkenly going down the slides and launching themselves off of swings at the beachside park while a boombox hammered out tunes was primal, childish, absolutely fun.

He knew Jeremy was gonna get too drunk and puke soon, and he knew Adam was going to have to be talked out of doing some stupid stunt that would see the party ended and Adam in hospital. But right now, his favourite song had just come on the boombox, and he was rocking out.

Nate came up during the solo, and the duo smashed out the air guitar, and sung the final chorus in loud drunken out of key joy that got a cheer from his cohorts.

Not far from the party proper, Jack had stowed the last of his beverages. And he figured now was as good a time as any to drink it. So he staggered away from Adam declaring his going to backflip off the swing, and made for the brush.

“Get the fuck away from me, Derek!” Jack stopped hunting for his can and looked toward the beach, the direction of the raised voice.

“Come on babe, I was just kidding.”

“You don’t see me laughing, do you?” Sarah said.

Jack knew Sarah since elementary school. She was a beauty. Well out of his league. But everyone had agreed this Derek bloke was a bit of a dick.

Jack found his can, and wandered toward the sand. “Listen, babe, let’s just forget I said anything, alright?”

At this point, Jack could see the pair now, and Derek was trying to cuddle up to Sarah. Jack didn’t like how Sarah was curling away from her boyfriend but wasn’t yet ready to intervene. From his vantage he knew he couldn’t yet be seen. So he just watched and waited.

“Don’t,” Sarah said, shrugging Derek off. “Leave me alone.”

“You’re my girlfriend,” Derek said.

“Not anymore. Leave. Me. Alone.”

“Babe? You serious?”

Jack’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t expected this turn of events. Her look was deadly serious.

“Fine. You know what, fuck you! Frigid bitch! Your sister was a better lay anyway.” And with that Derek turned, kicked sand at his ex girlfriend and walked away.

What a bastard, Jack thought. Sarah’s sister had died a year back. Tragic car accident. To bring her up now was the dickiest of dick moves.

Jack left his hiding spot and walked out onto the beach. He cracked his can to alert Sarah of his arrival. She turned away from him and tried her best to hide her tears.

Jack wordlessly pushed his drink into her hand. “You look like you need this more than I do.” He said.

She took the can, but didn’t drink. Didn’t talk. She just stared out at the ocean. Jack sat down in the sand beside her. “Siddown before I see something you don’t want to share,” he said. A cheeky grin spread across his face as he stared up at her, her short skirt flapping in the breeze. She knew he had already seen her underwear. But she sighed, sat, and took a swig from the can.

“Did you hear him?” She said, after what seemed forever.

“I heard you first.”

“He… I…”

“You don’t have to explain. I’m quite happy just to sit with you. It’s a bit to process. Take your time.”

“How could he mention Rachel like that?” She couldn’t stop this wave. Like the whitewash crashing onto the shoreline, her tears rolled freely down her face. Jack reached an arm around her and she leaned into him.

“Forget about him. He’s a prick.”

Sarah looked at him then, her pouting lip glinting in the moonlight. Jack was acutely aware of how beautiful she was. He had always had a bit of a schoolboy crush on her. But now they were all adults, and most of them drunk, and her ex-boyfriend only about five minutes down the beach… now probably wasn’t the time to mention that. Still, he had to shift his package lest it betray him.

Mid adjustment, Jack was taken totally aback at her soft lips, slightly salty from the tears, but so sweet from the passion fruit lip balm, so soft and supple against his own, he almost didn’t kiss her back. Almost. She pulled away, and stared up at him, shyly. The moment growing more awkward with each passing second.

“Sorry,” she said.

Jack cupped her chin, and grinned. “Don’t be.” And he kissed her back. Their lips pressed, his arm around her back, his other on her shoulder, they sat in the sand, frozen in time. As the waves crashed onto the shore, their mouths opened, and slowly at first, their tongues took turns at probing, tasting each other. Jack felt a hunger surge within him and he dared to delve deeper into her mouth, tasting the back of her mouth, and he let out a groan as she suckled on his tongue before lashing her own back into his mouth, and she groaned in turn as he returned the favour.

The fervour of their kiss came to an end as the water lapped at their feet, and they both jumped up giggling. Sarah smiled, despite her tear stained cheeks. “So,” Jack said, “can I ask you out?”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Sarah said. And she walked down the beach, away from him, in the opposite direction of her ex.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“You’ll see!” And Sarah broke into a run, heading toward the pier.

Jesus, Jack, keep it together man, she’s taking you to the pier!!! The locals all know the pier is where most kids lose their virginity, but Jack and Sarah were both obviously not virgins. Nor kids. Despite that, this was actually a pretty great spot and left no doubt in his mind of what was going to happen next.

Under the pier was a plinth where a floating mattress had been secured. The high tide submerged it, but tonight was low tide. Lithely, Sarah swung under the pier and onto the mattress.

Jack followed. “Let me have those lips again,” Sarah demanded. How could Jack not comply? They made out passionately, and Jack found his hands roaming her body, feeling the tight muscle around her shoulders, the soft cake of her backside, the sweet firm supple breasts. And he exhaled as her roaming hands found his hard cock pressed hard against his shorts.

Their kisses grew sloppier as they groped at each other, her tongue lashing his lips, her hand gripping his cock and slowly massaging it. His tongue lashing her cheek, his teeth nibbling her earlobe as his fingers slid into her panties.

Her hot breath on his shoulder as he found her button, and proceeded to click it. She moaned into his neck, sloppily kissing him as she jerked him harder. He probed her button, pressing sweetly, and forcing ragged breath after ragged breath out of her. He slid a finger inside, and grinned as he felt it coated, warm, hot and wet.

“Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me.”

She lay on her back, frantically tearing off her panties, her skirt flapped up over her belly, her shirt exposing her beautiful breasts, it was all Jack could do to oblige.

Lowering himself, and using his precum as lube, he slid right in, her hot tight warmth constricting around his thickness as he gasped and she moaned. He stay there, fully inside her, one hand on her breast, one behind her head… and she grabbed him and pulled him in for another sloppy passionate kiss.

So fully entwined, he lifted his weight off her, letting himself feel the cool around his cock as it slowly left the warmth and wetness of her pussy, and with his hand laced through her hair, his tongue deep in her mouth, and her arms gripping him to her so tightly he couldn’t escape even had he wanted to, he thrust back down into her, both of them groaning into each other.

A rhythm worked between them now and Sarah pulled away from the kiss just long enough to look at him pleading “oh my god, just like that, fuckkk!”

Jack obliged, keeping pace, and grinned as her eyes rolled back, a hot tension gripping his cock. “Oh fuck!” Sarah screamed.

“Come for me, baby, come with me!”

“Please?!” And Jack obliged, feeling her tense up, he continued to slowly thrust grabbing a handful of her hair and a handful of her breast he felt her cum splash over his cock, and spray out over his balls as they slapped against her.

“Fuck!” Jack replied, spraying a load inside her, and kept riding the orgasm with her. Eventually, he couldn’t keep thrusting… he stopped, balls deep, spraying the last of his seed, and feeling it coat his cock.

Their breath ragged, their sweaty bodies entwined, Jack was the happiest he had ever been. “Please tell me I’m not a one and done rebound,” Jack said.

“Marry me,” Sarah replied. And somehow, they both fell asleep there, Jack’s shrinking cock sliding out of her, along with some of his cum. They awoke to the water lapping around them, panic quickly turned to laughter, and the duo escaped the underpier in the predawn light, an old fisherman giving them a knowing smile and tip of his hat.

“Sarah,” Jack said, as they walked hand in hand onto a new day.

“Yes?”

“It’s probably too late to ask about birth control…”