A Day at The Beach pt2

The Truth About Nikki – A Day at The Beach


I awoke the next day to sun streaming through the bedroom window, birds singing, all was well with the world. As I rolled over I became aware of some aches and pains checking in from different locations around my body. My mind drifted back to the events of the previous night as my hands traced down my body looking for the source of my sore spots. What my hands discovered only reinforced the fact that I had not dreamed up the wild fuck session of the night before.

I threw off the covers and looked down at my body, my entire groin area was covered with dried semen. As I opened my legs this dried mess included streaks with a definite pinkish ting. It brought a smile to my face knowing that those pink streaks were all that was left of my virginity. I gently rubbed my hand over my belly remembering that there was a child even now growing within me. I began thinking of what my next action should be in regards to my pregnancy. I had never though about the abortion option before, why would I?, I had never had any reason to, until now. The thought of destroying something that I had willingly produced just seemed so wrong to me. I put these thoughts aside and slid from bed and headed for the bathroom. I recoiled at my image in the mirror, my hair was shooting out in all different directions, the eye shadow that Sandra had applied so beautifully was smeared and streaked down the side of my face, I truly did have that ‘well fucked slut look’ as Ray had called it. I turned and sat on the commode to do the morning do and became aware of a slight stinging sensation as I peed. I found that doing my number 2 was equally sensitive, but not terribly so. As I stood and turned to flush I noticed some white stringy substance in the toilet and it took me about half a second to recognize it as semen, probably DJ’s final contribution before he had gone home.

I stepped into the shower and leaned against the wall, loving the feeling of the hot water flowing down over my body. I don’t know how long I stayed like that before I finally grabbed the body wash and began cleansing the sweat and semen from my body. My pussy and ass were only mildly sensitive to the touch, which surprised me; I would have expected to be very sore after the long hard night of fucking that I had just endured. After showering and shaving my legs a wicked thought struck me. I decided to shave the blonde curls from my pussy as a surprise for Ray. I soon found that I had to sit down in the stall to reach the last bit of my fur. When I was finished I was really surprised at how sexy it made me feel when I ran my fingers over my smooth mound.

As I came out of the shower and dried off I realized that I felt wonderful in every way. I had never felt this good as far back as I could remember, it was as if I had been transformed into a whole new person. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased at what I saw; I was a pretty girl, not drop dead good looking but better than average by a good margin. I wondered why I had never noticed this before. My breasts were nice and firm although I wish they had been slightly larger than 34b. I turned and looked at my flat belly and defined hips, I liked what I saw until I noticed this red smear covering much of my right butt cheek. Then I remembered the hard smack DJ had given me. It had left a pronounced pink handprint covering almost my entire cheek.

I sat on the bed and pulled my diary from my suitcase and began recording every small detail of the evening’s events. I scribbled down my thoughts and feelings about being de-flowered by not one man but two black men, I discovered other glaring facts to reinforce Ray’s title of slut, The first was that I only knew either man by there first name, and another was that reliving these events in my writing was arousing me slightly. I sat back and reflected on my life for a moment, remembering something that I had read somewhere about how every decision a person makes alters their life’s path from that moment on. I did a quick mental scan of my life to this point and decided to see where this path took me because I hated every thing about my life to this point. That decision made I completed my daily entry, closed my spiral notebook and put it away till tomorrow.

I hurriedly dressed and went downstairs to feed my famished body and found Sandra and Eric sitting at the kitchen counter making breakfast. Sandra immediately began apologizing for ‘forgetting ‘ to pick me up. She droned on with this really lame ass excuse (even worse than the ones I had made up in my mind the night before) and when she had finished I told her that it was ok, that everything worked out great because I had met this really nice guy who had brought me home. I could see the relief in her eyes as she offered me breakfast, which I accepted immediately. We sat and chatted about all kinds of shit while we shoveled down Sandra’s huge breakfast. Eric had mentioned that he and Sandra had planned a camping trip while her parents were gone, but they didn’t feel right leaving me alone and didn’t have enough stuff to outfit me. I interrupted Eric and told him that I really didn’t like to camp but that they should go ahead and go, because the guy I had met at the party wanted to go do something with me today anyway. Sandra and Eric tried to keep the debate going but I could tell that they wanted to be alone. They finally decided to go camping, told me where they were going and that they would be back late Monday night sometime. As they were laying this whole plan out all I could think of was COOL, three days and two nights to do what I want.

As they were heading for the door Sandra told me to help myself to her closet as much as I wanted too, which was something I had planned on anyway. Then I was alone in the kitchen listening to Eric’s car pull out of the driveway.

I swooped up the stairs and dove into Sandra’s things finally settling on a nice tight ‘T’ shirt and a set of blue jean short-shorts. I thought about trying my hand with her makeup but then remembered how it had looked this morning and decided to just go as me instead. Finally ready to face the world and Ray I went back to my room sat down on the bed and picked up the slip of paper with his number. Before I picked up the phone though I drifted off into thought again. I began thinking about being pregnant, how it was going to affect my last year of school, would they even let me graduate. When the plan just dropped into my brain. Because I had almost always been on the honor roll I had been offered the accelerated program several times, but mom had always said no. All I had to do was forge her signature on the application that the school had sent home with me and bingo, bango; I’d graduate in December sometime, well before my due date.

Finally clearing my head of this and dismissing the thought of telling Ray about what was happening within me, I picked up the phone and dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring, which made me feel good as I could just picture him just hovering over it, waiting for me to call. He said that he would be right over to pick me up and that I should bring a swimming suit as we were headed for a little lake he knew of. As soon as I hung up, it was back to Sandra’s dresser to find a suit for me. She must be part fish I thought as I burrowed around in about ten suits. But I found this little black bikini that I could just not wait to get into. I stripped and pulled the suit on, it looked incredible against my very white skin and showed everything that wasn’t outright illegal to show.

Buy the time I had slipped back into my shorts and T-shirt, I heard a car pull up out front. Sprinting for the door, I met Ray at the front porch. His easy smile was enough to ignite a warm flame within me, but when he told me how hot I looked it was very hard not to tell him that we were alone with this big house full of beds. But I didn’t say a thing, and I don’t know why. We jumped in the car and headed off into the country to where, I did not know or care as long as I sat beside him. I slid right on over to his side and he took full advantage of this by gently running his fingers up and down my legs while we chatted about our destination. Ray told me that we were headed for a small lake where he has only seen some of the local college kids. As we drove along, talking, him rubbing my legs and thighs, I so wanted to just reach down and squeeze his manhood, but I just sat there squirming under his constant fiddling.