Pendant to Remember

This story is part of the “Summer lovin 2021″ contest.

Many thanks to the readers who gave their feedback and left comments.

English is still not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

All of the characters are over 18 years old.

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God, my head hurts.

Beer, whiskey, rum, tequila. The quantities could not be counted. There seemed to be more cocktails. But he didn’t remember exactly. Such a dose would knock a trained alcoholic off his feet, not a fresh out of high school kid.

The bell rang. The call. The call. Each one like a knife to the nerves.

A hand reaches for the phone on the bedside table. Crooked hands. No coordination of movement. The machine falls to the floor.

The bell rings. It rings.

Shit, it’s the doorbell.

Michael struggles to get off the bed and staggers to the door.

Outside the apartment door, poisoning the hangover-stricken mind with a blooming look, stands an inseparable pair of friends. Nick and Ollie. They’d been friends for over ten years, dating back to junior high school. The guys were tall about 6’4′ and were on the basketball team. Nick was a brunette with short hair and a piercing in his right eyebrow. Ollie was blond with his hair pulled into a short ponytail at the back of his head. Both were dressed in T-shirts, denim cargo-style shorts, and sandals. They were going to continue playing basketball, but as members of the local university team. Cheerfully clinking beer cartons, the friends piled into the apartment and headed into the living room.

– Yes, of course, come in, make yourselves at home,” said Michael to his friends, who were already seated on the couch and had already opened a bottle of beer.

– Well, we come to you with medicine. The best remedy for a hangover.

Michael wasn’t listening. He went into the bathroom and pulled out a pack of Alkazelzer from the medicine cabinet. His father always kept it in case he got a hangover after a meeting with his “clients. Yes, it was a hard life for a businessman.

No, my father was not an alcoholic. He was generally indifferent to alcohol, as was Michael. But sometimes in business meetings things can get a little out of hand.

Two. No, maybe three pills. Pour it in water. Wait for them to dissolve. Drink them.

Take a cold shower. Brush your teeth. Put on clean underwear. Now it’s safe to go out to people.

When Michael came out to his friends, they had already opened their third bottle of beer.

– You know I don’t drink that stinking crap, that donkey piss,” he refused the drink Nick offered him.

– When did you have time to try donkey piss? – Ollie asked.

– With you three years ago, you said it was beer then. – Michael snapped.

– All right, calm down,” Nick interrupted the usual bickering of his friends. – How do you even feel after yesterday?

Yesterday was June 20th. Saturday. Graduation ceremony and prom. And yesterday was also the day he was supposed to get rid of his virginity. The two of them. Together. Him and Erica. Him and the girl he’d been dating for the past two years. It was supposed to be the most memorable and happy day of his life. It became a day of disappointment and heartbreak. A disaster.

All planned and arranged and prepared.

And in the beginning, everything was going well.

All the graduates and their relatives gathered for the celebration. The graduates and teachers were dressed according to the new fashion in robes and four-cornered hats with tassels. The graduates’ outfits were black and the teachers’ were red. First the principal made a solemn speech of welcome. After his half-hour pompous speech, the vice principal took the floor and announced the awards for outstanding achievements. Michael also received his share of awards. A first place diploma from the state math Olympiad and a bronze medal from the national canoeing championship. Yes, Michael was good at both sports and academics. In addition to kayaking, he was a serious kickboxer and was even a state junior champion. There were even offers to join a professional league. But he wasn’t interested. He was going to go to university and study computer science. Four universities had already offered him scholarships, among them the best technical university in the country. That was where Michael was going to study. Even though it was in another state, quite far away from home, the prospects were quite bright. First, his father’s brother lived there, who had offered to work the rest of the summer as an intern at his company, with the possibility of a permanent part-time position. Second, Uncle offered lodging. A guest house on the grounds of his residence with a separate driveway. The cabin was small, a small living room with a kitchenette and an even smaller bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. The appliances and furniture were old, but fully serviceable. All in all, everything an undemanding student needed. Third, his father gave him a red 2001 Chrysler Prowler that he’d bought back from his uncle. A longtime dream of Michael’s. Michael sat with his parents, but his eyes were on Erica. The girl, too, cast confused glances at him from time to time. Erica was a tall 5’9′ slender blonde with long hair almost to her waist. Although the robe completely hid her figure, it wasn’t a problem for Michael to imagine what the girl looked like without her clothes on. Thin but strong hands with long fingers more befitting a pianist than a gymnast or a cheerleader. She also played the piano. An oval face with a high forehead, a small straight nose that wrinkled so nicely when she frowned, plump lips. A long neck with a blue throbbing vein that felt so good to kiss. Tall, rounded “B” size breasts with small, perpetually protruding, pink nipples. He loved to suck them, to nibble them lightly, to play with them with his tongue. A thin waist that seemed to be almost wrapped around his arms. A flat tummy with a flat, round belly button pit. Wide slender thighs and a taut round ass. Long smooth legs. And of course the main treasure: her juicy pussy with delicate petals of inner lips and a pea-sized clitoris. At last his eight-inch straight and smooth cock would part those pink lips, tear through the thin veil of hymen and plunge into the tight, sweet depths. Such thoughts made his erection take on intimidating proportions and he felt the satisfaction of wearing a robe that securely covered his swollen groin. Erika was an honors student and had received offers from several universities as well. There was also a university from the city where Michael planned to study. Although it wasn’t ULP Technical University, but LDU Humanities, they were practically next to each other. Across the street from each other. Michael hoped that the offer to live together would appeal to Erica. But let that be a secret until tonight.

Finally the solemn ceremony was over. The graduates gathered together to take final selfies, exchange impressions, and discuss the final preparations for the graduation party.

– Babe, I can’t wait for tonight,” Michael said after hugging and kissing Erica. – I already have some surprises ready for you. I’ll meet you later, as agreed. For now, I’m sorry I have to run.

Erica may have wanted to say something, but she didn’t have time. Michael had already left.

The party was to take place on a river cruise ship. A dance and banquet hall, a mini casino, two bars, a lounge, an open deck, and a half dozen luxurious cabins with huge queen-sized beds. One of the staterooms Michael reserved.

A black wet silk shirt. Straight black pants. Black Italian nubuck loafers. Tuxedo the color of coffee and milk. A wallet in one pocket, a gift box for Erica in the other. He wanted to give her a gift that would always remind her of him. He spent a significant portion of his savings on this gift. A gold pendant with a heart-shaped ruby framed by small diamonds on a gold chain. On the smooth back was engraved “Forever my #1.”

Hubert delivered Michael to the pier by 8:00 p.m. sharp.

There were many more people than Michael expected. It turned out that the graduates of the two schools had gathered. Although they had been rivals before, now was a new time and had to move on. The first step was to celebrate high school graduation together.

People in groups and individually came aboard. Michael stood off to the side waiting for Erica. The horn sounded. It was ten minutes until the ship departed.

Another five minutes passed and another horn sounded. The pier was practically empty. Suddenly Michael noticed a girl running toward him. She was dressed in casual clothes for some reason. It was Erica. She ran up to him, all in tears, and hugged him tightly.

– I’m sorry. I don’t know how to explain,” she said, choking back tears. I won’t see you again. It’s my fault. You’re the best. I don’t deserve you.

Erica kissed him, turned and ran to the car in the distance.

Michael stood on the pier alone and confused.

“What was that? Did she leave me? What was she talking about? What was the fault? Are we not going to be together tonight? Never? What the hell is going on?” A multitude of questions were simultaneously born and swirling around in his head. Misunderstanding, resentment, despair. He didn’t even hear the last beep of the ship. Didn’t understand how Nick and Ollie had led him aboard. Once he found himself in the ship’s bar, which was filled with young people having fun, he grabbed the big glass of beer handed to him and drank it, not feeling the taste and smell, in three gulps. The friends only looked at each other in surprise. But it was a graduation party, so everyone was a little wild and crazy. And already drunk. So no one was paying attention when Michael ordered one shot of whiskey, then another. The wave of alcohol helped drown out the questions ringing in his head and his raging feelings. For the next two hours, Michael drank, hung out with friends and classmates, having as much fun as he could. But only his body did that; his soul lay at the bottom of an ocean of longing, pinned down by multi-ton slabs of despair, resentment, and sadness.

“Yeah she was at some fraternity party when she went to her sister’s house on campus over spring break. They say she sucked off the whole soccer team and then fucked the captain till morning.” he overheard two of his classmates talking. as he once again went to the bar for a drink. “Yeah, and now she’s getting married because she’s pregnant.”

“Well, they say it’s not so bad. His father’s a senator, and he’s got more than enough money, too. Now he’s going to live his whole life like a cheese in butter. All he had to do was spread his legs for the right dick.”

“Shit, what and who are they talking about?” thought Michael. “Is it Erica? Does that mean she’s been lying to me for months? Laughing at me? Teasing me about my innocence while she fucked me like a prostitute?” Despair and longing were joined by resentment and anger. His mind darkened, and he threw himself into all sorts of trouble. Desperately flirting with the girls, dancing, hugging and kissing. Their bodies rubbed against him. The smell of passion and lust was in the air. Everything merged in a kind of frantic kaleidoscope.

Suddenly, at one point, he noticed something unusual. And very familiar. Something he never hoped to see again. Purple eyes. Only one girl he’d ever met in his life had eyes like that. But she couldn’t be here. She had to be thousands of miles away. Violetta. Violet. Violet.

Michael walked up to the girl and kissed her greedily and passionately. The finger on her lips stopped all the girl’s attempts to utter a single word. He grabbed her hand and dragged her through the dancing crowd to the exit. Then on to the living deck to the cabins. All attempts of the beauty to say a word, he strangled her with a kiss. When the cabin door closed behind them, all his thoughts and feelings were washed away by lust. He could hardly hear her words. “Darling… beloved… waited… hoping… so glad.” Everything passed his mind. Michael began to kiss his purple-eyed angel passionately. His lips covered her face with kisses. His hands stroked and caressed her elastic body. They collapsed on the bed. His hands began to caress her body more and more boldly. It responded to his caresses, moaning and wriggling. Michael’s hand ran down the girl’s tender inner thigh and penetrated under her dress. His fingers felt the moisture on her crotch through her panties. His nose caught the scent of an excited woman ready to mate. The whole raging cocktail of his senses, seasoned with a huge dose of lust, rose in him in a dark wave. Turned him into a wild beast. An overexcited male who smells a female in the rutting phase. There was a crack of tearing fabric, and now his hand threw aside the torn lace panties.

A slap. It brought him back to reality.

– No! Not like that! Not here! Not now!” the glory struggled to penetrate his consciousness.

– I’ve waited three years. Wait, please, just two more days. I promise. Just two more days. Monday.

She looked at him with her huge purple eyes, from which streams of tears flowed. Her hands stroked his face, soothing the pain of the slap. She kissed him softly on the lips as he fell back on his side, stopping to press her to the bed. She got up and adjusted her dress and disappeared out the door.

Added to the pile of feelings raging inside Michael was a feeling of guilt. He headed for the upper open deck, where he sat in oblivion until he arrived in port.

So Michael felt disgusted.

– Man, you were on fire last night. – Ollie said. – That doesn’t sound like you. What was that all about?

– Well, Erica dumped me. – Michael answered. So I lost it.

– So you were freaking out because of some pussy? – Nick asked. – Yesterday, you had at least a dozen pussies around you, ready for anything. We all saw you take off with that gorgeous chick from another school.

– Yeah, you were licking and sucking each other so hard on the dance floor you were drooling on the floor and streaming down her legs from under her panties. -supported Ollie.

– Guys, I’m not sure. I really wasn’t myself. I’m not even sure who it was. – Michael replied, “I just have a suspicion. But that’s hard to believe. She just can’t be here. She’s supposed to be in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on the island of Guam, with her parents.

– Wait, who are you talking about? – Nick wondered.

– Violet. Violetta.

– Violet who? Our Violet? Your Violet?

– No, it can’t be. – Ollie exclaimed, “Violetta, sorry friend, was flat as a board. And this chick looks like she came off the pages of Playboy.

The conversation was interrupted by the trill of a smartphone, signaling a message on messenger.

“Tomorrow, Monday, at the old boat station, 9:00 a.m.” The message ended with a smiley face of a flower with purple petals.

Communication with friends somehow stalled. I wasn’t in the mood, and I didn’t feel well, either. Michael arranged with the boys to meet tomorrow morning and spend time with them before they left. Then Nick would drive him to the train station for the train.

Monday morning Michael woke up as usual at 6:30. In shorts, tank top, and sneakers he went for his morning run. 5,000 yards. Warm up. Shadow fight. When he got home, he only had time to say goodbye to his parents, who were leaving for work. He headed for the shower, throwing his sweat-soaked clothes into the laundry basket on the way. The contrasting shower cleansed and invigorated. Michael stepped out of the shower stall and looked at himself in the large mirror. An oval face with a strong-willed chin. Big green eyes framed by long, fluffy, girl-like eyelashes. Black, articulate eyebrows. A straight nose with a small whitish scar on the left side, the mark of an injury when he fell off his bicycle as a child. Tightly pressed lips. The lower one a little bigger and childishly swollen. Short brown hair. Broad shoulders and strong muscular arms. Biceps, triceps and delts were clearly defined. Hundreds of hours of training had gone into perfecting them. The torso resembled a Greek statue. There was no ABC with six cubes. But the abs, oblique muscles, and chest muscles were clearly outlined. Michael even played with them a little, alternating left and right. Straight and level columns of legs. In his opinion, he had a slightly bigger ass than he wanted, and too massive calf muscles. Still, at 6’1′ and nearly 190 pounds, he was not much inferior to the bodybuilders. Girls liked him, too, and under different circumstances, he would have been one of the school’s most popular ladies’ men. But in reality, it wasn’t like that. Michael was a little shy, romantic, and in light of recent events, naively faithful. Despite his crush, and he was always quick to crush on pretty girls, he had remained faithful to Erica since their first date two years ago. He declined any and all offers from other girls. All events and parties only with Erica. Or he wasn’t there. She was the only girl who saw his cock. His horny cock. Last summer, when they kissed and caressed each other passionately, during a boat ride. Then, in a fit of passion, Erika freed his shaft from his tight swim trunks. She had to use two hands to wrap her arms around his eight-inch cock. A dozen and a half movements up and down, gentle but strong hands, were enough to bring him down, and a torrent of pleasure burst out of him covering her face, breasts, and belly. She was covered in a solid layer of whitish, sour cream-like liquid. Like a buccaneer porn heroine. Good thing there was no shortage of water around. Traces of their antics were easily removed.

They then arranged to take their virginity together at a high school graduation party. Their entire sexual experience came down to hard petting, hand-jobbing on her part, and a few tries of cunnilingus on his. Michael enjoyed eating pussy. He quickly got into a taste for it. He carefully watched the girl’s reaction to his actions. On the second try he managed to bring Erica to orgasm. Thereafter he made her cum three or four times per date. He really thought it was love and had been preparing and waiting for last Saturday. The more unexpected and painful the breakup was. Putting his sad thoughts aside, Michael finished his toilet routine and got dressed. Cargo shorts, an Angry Birds T-shirt, ecco sandals. Today was his last day in his hometown before going to university. One last meeting with my friends. Then they’ll only see each other, if they can, for Thanksgiving or even Christmas. Everything they need for the first time is packed in a suitcase and backpack. The rest would be sent to him by his parents in a delivery service. On the kitchen table was a large plate with a traditional English breakfast. Toast, three-egg scrambled eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms and sausages from the grill, bacon, beans in sauce. My mother, as always, made sure he had his strength before a busy day. There was a glass of orange juice next to his plate with an envelope propped up. In the envelope was a note from his parents, wishing him a happy trip and a fun vacation, and five bills with Franklin’s portrait on them.

No sooner had Michael finished his breakfast than the doorbell rang. Behind the door, of course, was the merry couple Nick and Ollie.

– Are you sure you guys aren’t together? – Michael made the usual joke, and rubbed his two index fingers together.

– But, but. Man, enough with the dirty innuendo. While you were chewing on that bun, me and Ollie had already raised fifty greens.

– That was easy. They’re just like kids on West Street, Ollie backed up his friend. – So we’ve already earned our breakfast and beer.

Listening to the friendly chatter, Michael went into the kitchen and poured everyone a mug of coffee from the coffee maker.

– Oh, what a flavor. – Nick admired it. Your folks know about kinky stuff. Brazilian?

– No, Colombia, some kind of highland plantation.

– I thought they only grew coke.

Michael lied to the dirty dishes, put them in the dishwasher and turned to his friends.

– So, what are the next plans?

– You’re leaving this afternoon, aren’t you? Then let’s throw your stuff in the trunk and hit the beach. Sun, sand, girls in bikinis. – Nick suggested.

– It was your idea,” Michael said, “but let’s go to the old boathouse.

– What, you want to remember your youth? Sure. Just on the way we’ll stop at Pablo’s and stock up on beer and burritos. – Ollie answered, picking up his suitcase.

Michael took the backpack and when the guys left the house closed the front door. It wouldn’t be long before he was back in this house.

When Nick’s Ford Renger pulled up to the old boathouse it was already 9:30. There were several water scooters on the water and a pontoon with music and laughter coming from it. While the guys unloaded the supplies, Michael went to the caretaker’s booth. Old Sem was behind the counter.

– Haven’t seen you in a while, Mikey. Grown up, matured. You with that company that rented the raft? I think it was somebody you knew. – the old man was yammering on and on.

– No, we’re out here on our own. Wanted to take the boat out with my buddies before lunch. Go water-skiing.

– If half a day, I can offer almost new Rinker-Q3 for $ 150 a little older but also cheaper Hurrican or Wellcraft at $ 100.

– Yeah, it’s my last day here, I’m leaving for an internship and then university right away.

– All right, Mikey, you’ve always been a good guy and you don’t mess around. I’ll let you borrow my old Sea Ray 250. It’s good as new. Fifty for gas and you’ll have it back by 5:00.

– Sam, you’re the best.” Michael thanked him and took the keys to the guys.

As they were loading onto the boat in ten minutes, Sem came over and asked to bring a couple of boxes of snacks, drinks and dry ice to the pontoon.

Southwind greeted them with music and laughter.

– Hey, on board! Take your order.” shouted Michael.

There were six girls and three guys on the raft. They all seemed to be seniors. There seemed to be a few familiar faces, but not from their school. As Michael jumped onto the raft, box in hand, he was suddenly confronted by a girl who started to turn in his direction. The box almost fell out of his hands when he saw the familiar violet eyes. Violet.

– It couldn’t be. It has to be you. I thought there was a wild dream on the ship,” he muttered.

– Get out of the way,” they yelled from behind him, and Nick jumped on board with the second box. – Why didn’t you stop? Violet?

– Hi, guys. I’m glad to see you too. – Smiled happily beautiful, and reproachfully turned to Michael, – But you’re late. You were supposed to be here by 9:00.

– I couldn’t believe it. I thought I was imagining things. I thought it was a joke. – He said, making excuses, “It’s the 22nd of June. I remember it’s your birthday. But you couldn’t have been here. You’re supposed to be in Guam, I think.

Michael looked around confusedly and set the box down on a vacant spot in the corner.

Violetta was an old childhood friend of Michael’s. Her parents lived next door. She was the only child his age on their block. They were inseparable. They played, studied, bullied, ate, and even slept together when their parents went out and left their children with neighbors. They were so close that they were teased as bride and groom. And they weren’t offended. They were in love. It was their first love. They vowed to be together forever and gave each other their first kiss. But three years ago, when they had just begun to feel not only romantic but also sexual attraction for each other, her father, a commander in the 7th Fleet, was assigned to a new duty station. The island of Guam in the middle of the Pacific. And she left with her parents.

– Guys! I want you to meet my friends. These are my childhood friends and former classmates Michael, Nick and Ollie. And these are my classmates from my current school, also former. – introduced Violetta.

Michael took her by the hand and took her to the stern, where he sat her down on the couch.

– Tell me how you got here. How is it possible that you went to school with us in the same city and we knew nothing about it?

– Well, to make a long story short, I did go to Guam with my parents. But the population there is pretty small and there were problems with school. I wouldn’t get enough study points and credits to go to university.

I would have had to spend an extra year in college. So last year I came back here to my grandparents. But I couldn’t go back to my old school. Then I found out you had other interests, so I decided to stay out of the way. It really was just a chance encounter on the ship.

– I see. I feel guilty. But we’d all love to have you. You should have let us know right away. – Michael commented, “So which one’s your boyfriend? You want me to introduce you?

– Oh, no. You’re wrong. I’m not dating anyone. I had too much catching up to do in school. And my grandmother had some health problems. I’m studying for university now. I want to study history. There are good offers from several universities. – Confused, she answered.

– No, I can’t believe how could such a beautiful girl be without a boyfriend? They should be piled at your feet. – Ollie came over. – Here, I’m tucking in now.” He continued, and lay down on the deck.

– Well, I once gave my heart to a boy. And for the clever ones this explanation was enough, and for the especially stubborn ones there were several, shown by the same boy, fighting techniques – Violetta answered with a smile.

– Yeah, and her left hook is pretty heavy, like for a girl,” commented a curly-haired brunette who introduced himself as Steve. His words caused an explosion of laughter.

Soon the two groups mingled and Nick, Ollie, and Steve were taking the girls water skiing.

Michael and Violetta took a seat on the couch at the stern of the raft. At the bow of the pontoon, 2 guys and 3 girls were dancing to music from popular summer hits.

– I missed you so much, I emailed you almost every day, but there was no response. I thought you had decided to put it all behind you.

– In Guam, shortly after we arrived, the Internet cable was damaged. There were only Navy channels, but I didn’t have access to them. It affected a lot of things. Including my studies. It took almost half a year until everything was back to normal. – Violetta told me.

The music got a little quieter and slower. A cheerful red-haired girl came up to them and handed them plastic glasses of drinks.

– This is Margarita. It is a cocktail, with tequila. – She explained. -So, just a little bit.

She took a seat to Michael’s left, snuggling in close and putting her arm around him. She looked at Violetta and asked:

– Is this the special boy you promised your heart and your pussy to? He looks good, strong muscles. – She pulled her face tightly against Michael’s cheek and sniffed him, then licked from cheekbone to temple,” It smells good and tastes good.

While her right hand hugged his shoulders, her left hand stroked the guy’s thigh from his knee to his groin. Her fingers fumbled for the half-excited cock hidden under her swim trunks and tried to grip it.

– And it looks like it has a very, very decent cock. After you tear all your virgin holes with it, girlfriend, give it to me for a couple of hours. – The redhead said in a languid voice, and with a look of passion and promise on Michael’s face, she got up and left, wiggling her round ass in her green bikini.

– You’re such a bitch,” Violetta threw her a blushing look, and explained, “This is Irene. She’s sweet and wild, a little crazy but harmless. And a good friend.

Michael was dumbfounded by what had happened and took a big sip from his glass. The taste was unfamiliar, alcoholic but quite pleasant. They sat drinking margaritas and talking. After a while they moved on to the main group. A red-haired, muscular guy was mixing another batch of cocktails.

– This is Irene’s brother Ethan. They are twins. – Violetta told him.

The other boy, Zack, was tuning up the stereo. The girls were discussing something passionately.

– Now my mother wants to sell her, because she is spoiled and not suitable for breeding – continued the conversation blonde Vera.

– Well, many owners of pedigree dogs and horse breeders also say so. If the first bitch or mare is bred by a non-bred or wrong breed male, even if there was no pregnancy, all future offspring will carry the traits of the first male and the quality of posterity will be spoiled. – commented Yukki, a slender Asian girl with short hair.

– It’s called – telegonics. They say it’s a pseudoscience with no proof. – Irene added.

– Both alchemy and Darwin’s theory have been declared false science – replied Yukki – The lack of evidence only proves that no one has seriously studied it. And telegony does not contradict genetics. Remember the interesting experience when a duck incubated chicken eggs and the chicks had flaps like ducklings? What about wave genetics? And the results of Australian scientists, confirming the transfer of part of the genetic information without the involvement of sperm?

– So, what if I first fucked, say, Ethan,” Vera asked, “and then got pregnant by, say, Zach, would the kids look like Ethan, as red-haired?

Irene looked at Ethan suspiciously. Ethan and Zach blushed.

– No, genetically they would be yours and Zach’s, but some traits of character or behavior could be passed on. Anyway, it’s not for nothing that all the aristocrats were so worried about the virginity of their chosen maidens and introduced the “right of the first night. It is like a mark for life. The female belongs to that male, and all the following are only users. – replied Yukki.

At that moment a boat came up with some guys who were water-skiing.

– Friends,” Ethan announced, “a Sex on the Beach cocktail. And let no one be left out.

He handed the first two drinks to Michael and Violet.

Zach turned up the music again. The sounds of reggae wafted over the water.

– Let’s go for a ride,” Violetta suggested.

Michael jumped into the boat and held her hand. When she climbed aboard and sat down in the passenger seat, he got behind the wheel and started the engine. The boat rushed into the distance gaining speed.

– Michael, go that way,” Violet shouted through the rushing wind and pointed to the creek behind the rocky headland. The boat entered a small cove, hidden from the open water by a high promontory and from the shore by a forest and thickets of bushes. Here they could only be seen by the sun, clouds, and birds.

– Are you really leaving today? – she asked, looking straight into Michael’s eyes.

-Yes, I have to be at the train station at four o’clock.

– I was hoping that you would celebrate my birthday tonight.

Violetta moved to the sofa in the stern and patted the seat beside her with her palm, inviting Michael.

– It’s nobody’s fault that our relationship ended,” she began as Michael sat down beside her, “It’s just the way life works.

She moved closer to him, wrapped her palms around his face and looked him straight in the eyes. The look in her shining violet eyes seemed to penetrate the very depths of his soul.

– We each went our own way. Now we were almost strangers meeting casually at a party. But there, deep down, I remained that little girl in love who had promised all of herself, all of her love, to one handsome boy. My body, my soul, and my heart belonged to you all these years. I knew there might never be a return to the past, but I always hoped. And here we are now, just the two of us, on this boat. And we only have a couple of hours before we part again, probably forever. So I want to ask you to do one thing for me. Make my dream come true. Something I’ve been dreaming about for three long years. Make love to me. Right here, right now. – Violetta said in a quiet voice and kissed Michael softly.

– Woof. – He murmured. – Are you sure. Because I’m not exactly the kind of guy, who can make everything perfect. I don’t know what you’ve heard or thought about me. But I’m not very experienced. I’m a goddamn virgin in general.

– So that makes two of us. And we only have a few hours to fix it,” she smiled, “I believe everything will be okay.

Saying the last words, Violetta stood up and pulled off her bikini top in one fluid motion. Two perfect B-size breasts with slightly swollen bright pink halos and stretched tense nipples were looking at Michael. The sight revealed took his breath away.

Michael sat Violetta down beside him and dug his lips into hers in a passionate kiss.

– Violet. My little flower. My little girl,” he whispered, kissing her face. Her lips, her eyes, her nose.

The kisses moved to her earlobe, to her neck, along the blue throbbing vein to her collarbone. To the cleavage, between the two perfect hills. He kissed her nipples alternately. And they responded, tighter and harder and bigger. His hands encircled the elastic hemispheres, his fingers lightly tweaked the nipples, eliciting a long, satisfied moan. His hands continued to explore the girl’s body. They stroked along her sides. Then one hand went to her lower back, and the other caressed her flat tummy. My fingers slipped into her bikini panties, probing her smooth pubes without a trace of hair.

– I did the depilation.

His lips followed my hands downward and were now kissing my stomach. His fingers grasped the edges of my panties and pulled them down. A few moments and Violet stood before him completely naked. His heart seemed to skip a beat or more when he saw her whole. She was perfect. Height, bust, waist, hips. Those were just numbers. Her proportions could have been the envy of statues of ancient Greek goddesses. But she wasn’t a statue or a goddess. She was a living girl full of desire and passion, preparing to become a gorgeous young woman.

A plump pubis with a slit of pressed outer labia. A drop of clear liquid was gathering between them, ready to burst.

Michael didn’t let that happen. He kissed the top of the slit, and with his tongue caught the drop that was about to come off. The taste was fantastic and unlike anything else. Spicy and sweet. With the scent of wildflowers. He picked up his thigh and placed it on the couch, opening up access to the treasure trove. His tongue traveled from her pink anus, along the slit, between her outer lips to where they converged. There it snagged on the hard pea of her clitoris.

– Oh, yes! That feels good.

The tongue ran a few more times along the slit, opening it more and more. The small labia, like two delicate petals, parted and opened his tongue to the depths of her womanhood. He tried to push his greedy tongue in there to reach the source of sweet life-giving moisture, but he found a veil with a small opening blocking the further way. He pressed a little harder. The film gave way, stretched, but held. A moan escaped Violetta’s lips.

– Ah. Oommmmmmm!

Michael’s naughty tongue explored every fold of her crotch. Caressed the opening petals of her lips. Picking up the drops of sweet juice that grew more and more, gradually turning into a stream. He greedily clung to it, like a traveler in the desert clinging to a spring in an oasis. His eyes looked to the place where the small lips converged. A bright red, strained clit peeked out from under the hood and froze, trembling slightly. He exhaled hot breath on it, throwing the girl’s whole body into heat. Then he blew a strong stream of exhaled air, cooling it. It made her clit grow even bigger. A wave of pleasure swept from him all over Violet’s body. She looked down at Michael in shock and asked:

– Is that an orgasm?

He didn’t answer. His mouth was busy. His tongue collected the moisture oozing out of her and wet her clit. He played with it lightly. Then he suddenly wrapped his lips around it and began to suck it gently.

– Fan-tas-tee-ka. That feels so good. That feels so good. – The girl mumbled intermittently.

The second orgasm grew like a snow avalanche and swept through her, shaking her whole body in ecstasy. Her legs couldn’t hold her, and she only kept from falling down thanks to the hands supporting her ass.

Michael carefully sat the exhausted Violet down on the couch. Sitting between his friend’s wide-spread legs, he buried his mouth against her throbbing pussy one last time, greedily swallowing the love juice. Then, covering the girl’s body with small, gentle and hot kisses he moved upward. To the clitoris ringing with tension, the hill of Venus, the funnel of the navel, the valley between the mounds of breasts with protruding nipples, bestowing a hot kiss on each, the tender neck. Finishing his way with a slightly ajar mouth. Gentle at first, the kiss grew more and more passionate. Their tongues intertwined. They practically stopped breathing seized by passion. And at this time, Violet felt the onset of another orgasm. Its source was not her throbbing pussy, not her quivering clitoris, but something deep in her breasts.

Michael broke off the kiss, eliciting a moan of frustration, and looked into her violet eyes. He had never before seen such an ocean of pleasure, of passion, of love. For a moment it seemed that he was falling and drowning in it. And he had no desire at all to rise from the depths of that ocean.

– I… I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to call what just happened. But I wish it would last forever,” Violetta said, looking into Michael’s eyes.

– Can I look at you,” she asked. He knew at once what she was talking about. Standing up, Michael slowly pulled down his swim trunks. His crotch was shaved, with only a neatly trimmed area on top. His straining cock popped out of his swim trunks and jiggled to look at Violet. She gently touched it with her finger, nudging it gently, and watched as it swayed again. The cock was pointing directly at her face. It stretched all of eight inches and was laced with blue veins that stood out under the delicate skin of the shaft. Crimson from the rush of blood, the head looked like a huge strawberry. Violet’s mouth immediately filled with saliva with anticipation. She gently kissed the tip of the cock. Immediately a transparent drop emerged from the hole at the tip. Violet gently licked it off. There was almost no taste.

– It’s pre-cum, pre-ejaculate. It’s needed for lubrication and creates conditions that are safe for sperm. – Michael explained quietly.

The girl lifted her cock. Underneath it weighed a leather pouch filled with two testicles the size of plums. One was slightly higher than the other.

Violet leaned over and kissed the scrotum. The cock was now resting completely on her face. Michael had never seen anything so arousing before. She went over, licking the underside of the shaft, fondled the frenulum a little and ran her tongue around the head. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and made a few sucking movements.

– Oh, baby, don’t stop.

Violetta couldn’t get most of the cock in her mouth. It was too big. She had no practice. But plenty of enthusiasm. She gripped the shaft at the base with both hands and began to pump back and forth vigorously. Her lips, not for a second, didn’t pull away from the head, sucking on it. The tongue in her mouth caressed the hole at the end of his cock. She lowered one hand and fondled her testicles. It was a final thrust. Michael’s buttocks clenched, his scrotum tightened, the head in his hot mouth swelled even more.

– Oh yeah, baby! That’s it! Take it all in.

A stream of sperm, like a geyser rushed from his balls down the shaft and hit the head in his mouth with a fountain straight down Violet’s throat. It was unexpected, but she still kept her lips on Michael’s cock, swallowing frantically at the unexpected treat. There was a lot of semen. She tried to swallow it all, but some of it still leaked from the corners of her lips and dripped onto her breasts in two streams. When the thrusts stopped, Violetta used her hands to pour the last drops into her mouth. Pulling away from her cock, she showed Michael an open mouth full of fresh cum. Splashing her tongue, she enjoyed the taste. She had been told that the taste could be different and mostly not pleasant. Michael’s sperm tasted like a slightly salty, sour-sweet sauce. It tasted good. She took a demonstrative sip and showed an empty mouth. Only two whitish trails from the corners of her lips and a few drops on her breasts showed that she’d just had a blowjob. Michael bent down and kissed Violet gratefully on her nose and lips.