We went out of the way from where people might know me, bought some wine coolers and a small “party pack” of firewood and headed to a beach. We found an unused fire pit and had a small fire going in no time. Being a veteran in beach party-going, I dug in some small holes to support us as we leaned back, and we wrapped up in the blanket.
We laughed, joked, jabbed at each other sarcastically, exchanged high school stories, and inched closer and closer together under the blanket as we drank a couple coolers. As it got quiet for a minute, Kathy blurted out, “Do you and Gretchen have sex on the beach?”
“Well, no. We haven’t actually had sex yet,” I explained.
“Wow. You poor thing. It seems like a great place to have sex.”
“I don’t know. All this sand and everything, it sounds like it might be hard,” I laughed.
Under the blanket, Kathy hooked her arm around my upright knee and rubbed my leg a little. My cock stirred in my jeans. I slipped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight to me; like a side hug. She leaned into me, then pulled back a little. The light of the fire was illuminating her intoxicating smile, making her more beautiful than ever, and she kissed me. A short peck at first and then a little bit longer kiss with a bit of tongue.
“That was nice,” she said, “I’m glad we got that out of the way.”
“So, that is what a ‘kissing cousin’ is like,” I said.
Laughing, Kathy replied, “Yes, that is what it is like. Did you like it?”
“Yes. Yes. It was very nice.”
“There’s more where that came from,” Kathy invited.
We kissed for a while more. She was rubbing the inside of my thigh, giving me a hard on, and occasionally she brushed against the bulge in my pants. I brushed my hand against her young, firm tits, but stayed away from actually feeling her out. As we kissed, I finally broke the silence, “Would you like to go back up to my truck? I have a foam pad in the back.”
“What do you want to do up there,” she asked? “Aren’t we just kissing cousins?”
“Sure. Yes. I mean, I just thought it would be more comfortable.”
“Okay. Let’s go,” she agreed.
We held hands on the way back to the truck, stopping a few times to adjust our sandals and continue the kissing. As we got to the truck, there were several other cars and people in the parking lot, so I suggested that we go to the secure parking garage at my dad’s office. Because of the security gate, which I had the code to, there were no actual security guards and, from the roof, there was a great view of the city lights.
On the 15 minute drive, we kissed whenever it was safe to do so, and she leaned onto me and continued to rub my leg; maintaining my hard cock. We pulled into a spot, well away from one of the lights, climbed into the back of my truck and started kissing again. This time, the intensity of our kissing increased and I ran my hand up under her shirt and felt her breasts through her bra. She had on a padded, push up bra, so I couldn’t feel her nipples very well, but her tits were more than a handful. She continued to rub my dick, through my pants, and was much more deliberate about stroking me.