SPRING BREAK!!!

09's Spring Break has come and gone for me as I'm sure it has for most of you reading. This year I had the privilege of staying home and picking up some extra hours at my job, leaving me disgruntled while hearing stories of my friends enjoying themselves at the beach or hitting up the medical dispensaries on the left coast. Being stuck at home, I found myself constantly pondering about former excursions I have embarked on during spring breaks during the years and was hastily reminded of an event that occurred when I was fourteen that made me the happiest kid on earth for the following few weeks after.

Rewind to four years ago, I was on vacation with my parents in Florida. I was beginning to enter the "I hate my fucking family" phase that all young and angsty males seem to encounter at some point in their teen years. The trip consisted mainly of me sneaking out of the condo and smoking pot in sketchy, secluded locations (behind a dumpster, a 7/11 bathroom, behind a fence on the beach), walking the beach, and most importantly trying to meet women.

One morning towards the end of our trip I had woken up much earlier than I usually do. I had a couple of hours before my family was to wake up so I figured I would head to the beach early so I could get high and get away from my parents for a bit. Before I started the walk back from the beach to the condo unit my family was staying in I saw two girls whose tits looked like they were about ready to pop out of their bikini tops. I was wearing sunglasses, mostly to hide my blood-red eyes; however these shades proved to be quite handy while concealing my wandering eyes to check out their lovely female body parts.

Fast forward to later on that day, I'm walking the beach when I see the girls again. After going over a week without any sort of female interaction and having just smoked a copious amount of Mary Jane I talked myself into approaching these busty broads. Playful flirting suddenly got real when I found myself in an alley getting high with these girls and drinking whiskey that they had stolen from their parents. From there we went to the beach where the one of the two girls asked me if I would like to go for a swim.

The scene was almost out of a sleazy romance novel, while walking into the Gulf of Mexico I had this girl in my arms so that I could carry her out into the water. She claimed that she "wasn't tall enough to reach and was afraid of stingrays" I had no qualms with this, seeing that I was still an awkward young teenager who had hardly done anything besides kiss a girl in the way that a young girl would kiss a poster of Top Gun era Tom Cruise.

Being quite scrawny at this point in time, I got cold in the water very fast. My shivering seemed to stimulate this girl as she gripped me tighter and began playing with my hair. My assumptions turned out to be true when she giggled and mentioned something about being held by a cold guy was almost like a makeshift vibrator. Having a respectable amount of liquid courage in me I moved in for a kiss when she met me halfway. I hadn't realized until her tongue was nearly down my throat that I could feel this girl's heartbeat beating in a way that I could compare to my pulse during the first and only time that I tried cocaine.

Her hand grabbed mine and promptly placed it on the outside of her swimsuit bottom, where some swift hand movements led me to discover for the first time what a vagina feels like. I was mesmerized. I remember being harder than calculus when I started petting it in a way that only a boy who had never touched pussy before would. A few seconds later I had learned what a wet pussy felt like, while I went to rubbing it to submerging two of my fingers in as far as I could go.

I was feeling as if I was in some sort of zone while this was happening, it could very well have been the half fifth of Evan Williams and various inhalations of marijuana smoke, but when it hit me that I was fingerblasting a girl I had hardly known for an hour in the ocean I became ecstatic and maneuvered my hands in a way that left this girl twitching. This is when I became aware of the people around us, some of which were looking. This made me all sorts of paranoid, which was obvious by the look on my face. She was kind enough to tell me that I could stop if I wished because she had cum already.

While I walked onto the shore, I stumbled onto the beach a new man. I swiftly dipped and headed back to the place that I was staying. I grinned the whole walk back, as this was an experience that could never have been planned. I saw "getting some" in a way that I never had before... namely because I never had gotten any before.

The moral of this story is, if you lie about your age and partake in drug use, hot girls you meet on spring break will let you touch their private parts in large bodies of water... most likely giving them a yeast infection.

ohhh to be fourteen again.