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Sex on the Beach

The sound of the Starship Enterprise transporter jolted me from my half doze. Christ! If I got caught napping on the job, I'd be in for it, no matter if it was ninety-five degrees. A fly buzzed its lazy pattern in the sweltering air over the candy aisle, but thankfully the gas station was empty of customers. Glenbrooke, California, wasn't exactly L.A. or San Fran, but we still got the odd passing motorist or afternoon local.

I fumbled my phone from my pocket and thumbed the messaging icon. Probably Craig, wanting to go see a movie later.

Becka: Hey u! Back from school for summer. U free 2nite?

I shook my head to clear it, and reread the message. Ten months since she'd gone off to California State, and this was the first I'd heard from her. I scrolled up to our last messages.

Becka: Miss u already. ): See u in summer I guess.

Me: Yeah. Have fun and keep in touch if you can!

Becka: I'll try. Stay cool foxie!

Hastily, I typed a reply.

Me: Welcome back! Yeah, I'm off work at 8.

Becka: Awesome! Meet at the secret spot @ 9? U remember it I hope!

Me: Of course! Should I bring anything?

Becka: Beer!

Me: Uhh, I can't do that yet.

Becka: Forgot ur not 21 for 2 months. Silly Foxie. :P Fine I'll bring beer. U can bring a blanket. ;)

My heart beat a little faster. I read the words again, then typed.

Me: Ok. See you there!

Becka: Can't wait! Missed u soooo much! Don't forget the blanket! <3

I checked the time. Six-thirty. Hopefully Danny, the night attendant, would get here a bit early, and I'd have extra time to shower and change. I sure as hell wasn't going to show up in my sweaty work clothes.

Was Becka really implying what it seemed? What sort of experiences had university offered her? She'd always been a free spirit, and it was possible she'd be more ... liberal. I swallowed, hard, shifting my now uncomfortably tight pants. Christ; was I seventeen, jerking off at the thought of panties? This was Becka! I shouldn't make assumptions, even if there was only one reason I could think of for a girl to invite a guy to a beach, alone, at night. With a blanket.

I'd have to wait until tonight to find out.

***

A faded, "Private Property KEEP OUT", sign lay atop the piled stone barricade which divided Glenbrooke beach. I clambered over a section of fallen wire fence, blanket across one arm. Once owned by a local rich family, the small crescent of sand beyond it had long since been abandoned, though the signs still kept most people out.

And there was Becka, already jogging toward me, a huge grin on her feline face. She was barefoot, and wearing white mini-shorts with a tight black halter top, accenting her cream and storm-cloud fur beautifully. I gave myself a last once-over, ensuring the fly of my denim shorts wasn't hanging open. Was that a stain on my shirt?

"Fooxieee!"

I barely had time to brace myself. She crashed into me, tackling me with a fierce hug, nearly taking us both to the sand. I lost the blanket, and awkwardly returned the hug, painfully conscious of her curves against my chest, and her whiskers tickling my cheek. I caught a whiff of citrus over the ocean brine.

"Are you wearing perfume?" I immediately felt dumb. First words to her. Good job, Jarod.

"Maybe. Are you wearing cologne?" She pulled back, thankfully. My pants were betraying me, growing tight.

"Maybe."

She laughed--that sound hadn't changed--and hugged me again, a quick, familial one.

"It's sooo good to see you, Jarod. And you didn't forget the blanket either!"

I knelt and picked it up. "Of course not."

"Come on, I picked us out a nice spot."

I fell into step behind her, grinning like a fool. She had that effect. Her tail lashed, the tip dyed vibrant pink instead of the usual snow-leopard black.

"What happened to your tail?"

"Oh, that." She shrugged. "A stupid sorority party dare. One of the girls had the dye, and it just happened."

"Things do that around you."

She giggled. "Yep. Like it?" She flicked the appendage in my face, nearly making me cross-eyed.

"I'd say no for most people, but on you, it works."

Her pointed ears twitched, smile widening. "Thanks, Foxie, you're sweet. Here we are!"

She stopped beside a small cooler shoved into the sand, along with a pair of plastic buckets and shovels. Together, we spread the blanket, holding it down with the cooler.

"What's with the buckets?" I asked.

She winked. "Isn't that obvious? Sandcastles!"

"Sandcastles? I haven't seen you in ten months, and you want to build sandcastles?"

"Sure! We built all our best ones here, remember?"

I nodded. Away from the crowded main beach, where the big kids wouldn't tromp through them, laughing at the protesting "nerds".

"Come, sit!"

She tugged my wrist and dropped down cross-legged, pulling me beside her. I went to the soft sand without complaint. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving a golden glow which spilled purple and pink along the edges of twilight.

She reached into the cooler, retrieving two Budweisers. "Here."

"Thanks." We cracked the tops, clinked bottles, and took pulls of the cold liquid. Sweetness tinged with bitter aftertaste made me cough.

Becka snickered. "That your first, Foxie?"

"No," I lied. "Don't get them often though."

"Right. I guess most of your other friends are the same age or younger."

"Yeah."

"Cheers to grown-up drinks, then."

We clinked bottles again, and I took another sip, this time containing my reaction.

"I have to ask ..." My palms felt hot, sticky. I wiped them on my pants. "How come you never texted me? I get that you were busy, but--"

"What? I was waiting for you to text me!" Becka crossed her arms, affecting a pout and mock glare. "I waited the first two months for you to contact me, and not a word, Foxie! Not one! I figured you'd gotten too busy."

"I ..." My mouth worked, trying to moisten my dry tongue. "But I said in my last text for you to message me."

"That? God, that was so vague! What was I supposed to think?"

The sand suddenly became extremely interesting to look at. "Sorry," I muttered. "I thought it was clear."

"Well, it wasn't."

"Sorry."

Abruptly, she laughed, bursting the tension. "Forget it. Not really your fault, but I was pretty sad."

A moment passed, the only sound that of the waves. "Sooo," I said, floundering for the words. "How's university?"

"Oh god." She flopped to the blanket, stretched out on her back. "I dunno how to tell you--it's so different from high-school, especially in this tiny town. It's crazy, scary, fun, and exhausting. Every night, there's a party somewhere, because everyone has different schedules. It's like everything goes, but the learning matters, y'know? People are there for knowledge."

I tore my eyes away from her exposed midriff. What was wrong with me? "Is the work hard?"

"Sometimes, but I'm managing. 3.2 GPA."

"That's great!"

She smiled. "Thanks, Foxie."

"Meet some cool people?"

"A few. I made friends with some of the girls in my program. Everyone there is super different, and no one cares. Not like here at all."

I nodded. "Any ... guys?"

As soon as the question left my mouth, I wanted to grab it and stuff it back in. Oh hell. We used to talk about that sort of thing all the time, but now? It was outright prying. What would she--

"There's a few cute ones, sure." Her blue eyes flicked up, studied me. She laughed suddenly. "Why, Foxie, don't tell me you're jealous?"

"No," I mumbled, trying to disguise my embarrassment with a sip of beer. The coughing fit didn't help.

"I can't believe it, you are!" She propped herself up on one elbow, pinning me in place with her eyes. "That's it, spill."

"There's nothing to spill. It was just a question." I nudged the plastic buckets with my foot, wishing I could crawl inside. "How about we work on those sandcastles?"

"Uh-uh. I know when something's up with you, Foxie. Stop trying to hide it and spill." Her voice softened, a touch of hurt entering. "Didn't we promise to be honest with each other?"

She had me there. But that didn't mean I had to look at her. The crash of incoming tide nearly drowned out my muttered, "I just missed you."

Her hand on my arm nearly made me jump. A sweet blend of citrus and alcohol tickled my nose.

"I missed you too. You're acting weird though. Did you think I invited you down here to make out or something?"

Shit.

"Maybe."

Her laugh did make me jump. Becka rolled over, holding her belly and shaking with amusement.

"What? Really? Oh my god, you are such a guy! Why would you think I wanted sex?"

"The text was vague." I felt hollow. So much for any chance to confess how I'd felt about her since the tenth grade. "Beach, late at night, blanket and beer? What was I supposed to think?"

"I dunno, maybe that I wanted to catch up with my best friend, who I haven't seen in almost a year?" She continued to laugh, quivering ears perked. "Oh, Foxie ... It seemed clear to me."

"It wasn't to me. Can we please drop it now? I think I've realized my mistake. Again." I glared at the rising moon.

Breathing hard, Becka sobered. "God, I can't get over that." A flash of motion--Becka sitting upright. "You really thought I meant that, didn't you?"

I could only nod.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. That was pretty rude of me. Wow." Liquid gulping signified a long pull of Budweiser.

"Look, Foxie ..."

I steeled myself for the dreaded 'We're just friends'.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Hell, I probably wouldn't be opposed. You're cute, and we've always had a thing. To answer your question, no, nothing serious with guys. A couple little flings, but I regretted both, and broke them off. Didn't feel like anything special, you know? They only wanted to get into my pants, like all the stupid high-school jocks."

My fingers twisted the hem of my shorts. Of course she would've met people, tried things; I couldn't hold that against her. I nodded. Seemed to be doing that a lot.

"It's different with you though. There's more to our thing, whatever that means. I just dunno if I'm ready to sleep with you yet."

"I get it," I said, the words coming out like lead. Not outright rejection, but close.

"Yet, Foxie. Don't you dare give me that look!"

Christ. She could still all but read my mind. I forced myself to nod. "Sorry."

"Besides, I don't have any condoms. Do you?"

I shook my head.

She giggled. "Not exactly prepared, were you? I think I like that, honestly. Still innocent little Foxie. I haven't started the pill yet, and I doubt you got snipped in the past ten months."

I snorted. "Hardly. Not a lot of romantic action around here."

"I'll bet. You could've had some though, if you tried."

"Maybe." My throat felt tight, snared with confused emotions. "Look, can we change the subject now? Sandcastles? School? Life?" Anything but my continued status as a single virgin?

Becka tipped back her beer, draining it in one long gulp. Catching myself following the bob of her throat, I looked away, only to be arrested by the distracting pink flash of her tail as she stood, dropping the empty bottle.

"Nah, I got a better idea. Screw the sandcastles. You're right, we're not kids anymore." She reached over her shoulder as if to scratch an itch.

"I didn't mean-- The hell are you doing?"

My jaw fell open as her halter top dropped away, tossed by the breeze against the cooler, exposing the swell of ample grey breasts barely contained within a lacy bra as alarmingly pink as her tail-tip. Becka's grin was positively wicked; I couldn't stop myself from staring.

"Becka?!"

"Skinny dipping, Foxie. Betcha the water's warm. You coming?" Laughing, she popped the button on her mini-shorts and stepped out of those as well, revealing panties to match the bra, then jogged towards the water without a backward glance.

Not five seconds into Becka's surprise striptease, and my body already showed its appreciation. Letting out a whoop, she splashed into the water, bra and panties fluttering in her wake. From laughing at me to stripping naked in a matter of minutes. Becka hadn't changed much, only grown up. We both had.

"Hurry up, Foxie!"

There was something to be said for remaining a bit childish. I stood, peeling off my shirt. Becka waved and hooted as I reached for my shorts' zipper. I wore a stupid grin, but who cared?

"Right behind you!"