We do so many exciting things
together. We go to the beach at Long Beach, Long Island taking the train
directly there. I have never been to the beach before. Cindy buys me a black
bathing suit that comes down to my knees. She wears this little bikini type pink
bathing suit. What a figure. All the guys are staring. I don’t know whether
that makes me happy or jealous. I guess both. I find myself protectively
putting my hands around her shoulders. Can’t let any of these other guys get
the idea she’s available.
I don’t know how to swim. There was
never any one around to teach me. I will go into the water knee-deep holding
Cindy’s hand like a little kid, and when the waves rush in I run out of the
pale green water squealing as I pull Cindy along with me. I didn’t know how
great the summer could be. I love the beach.
I ask Cindy, “Can we come back next
weekend?” I kept sifting the golden strands of sand through my fingers in
disbelief at their sparkling fine-grained beauty. There is so much I know
nothing about and so much I’ve missed.
Where have I been all my life?
She kisses me gently on the cheek
and says, “We can do anything you want, Lover Boy.” No one ever called me that
before.
I say, “Guess what I want to do
next, Cindy?”
Cindy giggles. “We can’t, Billy, people
will see.”
I shake my head no. “We can do it
under the blanket.”
“We’ll get full of sand, Billy.” I
notice she is looking around for a private place.
“I don’t care, Cindy. I want to
make love to you now. You said I could do anything I want.”
“Okay Billy, let’s go under the
Boardwalk. You are getting me hot just thinking about making love. Tell me this
will never change.”
“I promise, I promise. God you are
so wonderful, Cindy. I’m so happy.” There’s a certain look that Cindy gets on
her face when we are about to share the moment that I can’t describe. Ecstasy?
I wish I was a painter.
We stay on the beach until the sun
goes down. Then we stop for pizza at some stand on the boardwalk. The pizza is
greasy, very cheesy and loaded with tomato sauce. We sprinkle the pizza with
pepper flakes, garlic powder and oregano, making an aromatic treat that tastes
great. We each have two slices, which we wash down with super sized cokes.
Finally we take the Long Island Railroad home. I hold Cindy’s hand all the way.
In spite of all the soda, my thirst for Cindy is insatiable. I can’t get enough
of her.
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