Summer Tan Lines Part II

The club was typical – very loud music, half of which I have heard of (from the radio), half of which was club music. We looked around for the guys and did not see them, so we started dancing together. Within one song, the guys appeared and we started dancing with the guys. I love attention, and dancing with two guys really strokes my ego. My little sis was having an even better time than me, she being a high-schooler dancing with two college men.

Within the hour, we were drenched. The Florida coast seems cooler than Savannah, but the constant dancing and warm night took its toll. We all went over to the bar, and I wanted water. Bartender frowned, and my next drink would be a beer. I know, lousy tips on water. I get that.

So we are shouting at each other, and no one can really hear. We were shouting/talking for about ten minutes when these two skanks showed up. They were already on their way to being drunk, they looked frightful, and fairly soon, the two non-descript men went off dancing with them. I know, they looked like easy ass.

Jeff and Jerry continued dancing with me and sis, and I danced mostly will Jeff. I don't think Jeff really wanted to dance with my little sis, and Jerry was being the gentleman, entertaining the under-aged girl. Sis was having a good time, and Jerry looked like he was enjoying himself as well. Still, to see the oldest in the group with the youngest, I had to laugh a little.

I was not wearing a watch (did not bring one on vacation), and finally remembered to ask Jeff what time it was: 9:50 p.m. Holy shit. I said I had to leave to bring sis back home, and I would return afterwards. I grabbed sis, and started out. As I left, Jerry came out with us (where we could actually hear him), and he said he would walk sis home. I thanked him for the offer, but said I had to walk her home, as I promised my parents.

So the three of us raced home, sort of raced because of the shoes and the sand. But you get the idea. The warm breeze felt so good, and in no time at all, our perspiration was disappearing. Normally men sweat and women perspire – I was sweating that evening. I walk sis to the door, and tell her I will be back in a couple of hours.

As we start walking back to the club, I thank Jerry for paying so much attention to my sis. And he said something that surprised me: he was actually looking at me all night long. Normally, I can tell, but I did not get that sense from Jerry. We continued to talk and our walking was slower, not only because we weren't racing against the curfew clock, but I knew once we got back to the club, we really couldn’t talk.

We had been talking about how much fun we had, and subconsciously or not, we were talking longer to get back to the club. Then we started to pass our drinking pit, and we both laughed. "Sophomoric," Jerry said.

"Hey, I just finished my sophomore year, Jerry!"

"Well, there are some things good about being sophomoric", Jerry retorted.

I took off my shoes and jumped into the pit. "Me and you, baby, we are sophomoric." I was talking about the whole in the sand. Jerry smiled and jumped into the pit afterwards.

Our eyes locked, and we kissed. We were two souls entangled in a wonderful kiss. My mind was drifting, and before I knew it, I was on my knees in the sand, unbuckling Jerry's belt.

It was dark on the beach; we were the only two around, and I desperately wanted to see this man's penis. I had never even kissed a black man, and here I was getting ready to give him a blow job. I was envisioning a 21 inch penis, and although his penis was the largest I had ever seen, it was not that much longer or thicker than other men's. And it was lighter than his other skin, almost dark reddish purple in color. It was absolutely beautiful, and it reminded me of a jewel color – maybe that's where we get "the family jewels". I don’t know.

After examining and touching his penis for a while (while I was really just looking at his penis), I pulled my hair back and started to lightly touch his penis with my tongue. I wanted to smell his privates, and they did not have much of a smell at all. I was a bit disappointed by this, as some men smell so strong. My lips encircled his privates, and I was in pure heaven. I don't know about others, but when I am orally giving to someone, my mind wanders.

I began thinking of why I was doing this. I mean, I know I was enjoying myself, but was I doing this because I really did not want to be on a family vacation in Florida. Did I somehow want my father to find out that not only I am sexually active, but I have taken a black lover? My father is fairly open-minded; he is okay with bi-racial couples, but I am not sure he would think the same way if it were his daughter who was in a bi-racial marriage.

Jerry ended up coming in my mouth, and I worked really hard to ensure that I swallowed every drop. I did not want to get any of his semen on my dress, my face, my what-ever. Oh, how I wanted to pull up my dress and have him enter me from behind. To feel his penis penetrate me, rub me, excite me. I can just imagine myself on my knees, dress up, elbows on the sand, looking from the pit at the club some 1,000 yards in the distance.

You see, Jerry did not have any condoms and I did not have my purse. No condoms, no entry. That was one of my rules. Afterwards, we went back to the club, and I went into bathroom to clean up.

I wanted Jerry to bring me home that evening, but he did not want to. I think he may have been afraid of my father. He knew we were from Georgia, and people are less tolerant in Georgia than in Florida.

In short, Jerry shattered some of my prejudices, most of which I did not even realize I held. For that, I will always hold fond memories of him. Intellectually, he was my superior, but sexually, we were equal partners. I hope his wife knows what she has.