tuxedo. .
I remembered it and said so.
“...and you kept egging him on...
The moon silhouetted her, trim legs etched behind a white cotton skirt.
and we kept playing that song, o?er and over, while Teddy swam out to pull him in..
The brief triangle of her bikini panties, the swell of one of her breasts, tinted by a moonbeam.
“And my eighteenth birthday, where we took the dune buggy and left Teddy and that girl on the
beach. .
Her blond hair was swirling in the wind, whipping the shadow of her face.
“We were at the very end, remember? Down at the point.., the breakers were running so high.”
She whisked her fingertips down her neck.
“It was so hot that night. Remember how hot it was?”
I began t feel the same heat, rising round my neck. She was some piece of work, make no mistake.
“It was just like tonight. . . the moon was full. .
She was close enough to smell.
“. . . that was the first time I ever saw you naked.. .“ And now she was close enough to feel my heat.
“We were lying there in the dunes and you let the buggy roll down the hill. .
“Oh yes, I remember. .
“You were gorgeous..
“You still are,” I heard myself say. My voice was as shaky as a spinster?s dream.
“I feel the same way now, Jake. I feel like I?m on fire inside. .
She moved against me, her breasts exploring my chest as tentatively as a butterfly exploring a
blossom.
But it was not 1963 and we were not on the beach; it was now and here and she stepped back from
.me, her dress already unbuttoned, her breasts pushing out past the white bodice, and she lifted her
shoulders so gracefully that s he hardly moved, and the dress slipped away, hovering down to the
dock at her feet, and she leaned forward, her hands sweeping swiftly down her thighs, and suddenly
she was naked before me again.
If anything, time had improved her body.
She moved against me and I ran my hands slowly across the swell of her buttocks, pressing her haul
against me. She began to rock back and forth, urging me to rise to her, I let the flat of my hand slip
down along her thigh and then back up, and she urged herself against it. She was warm and moist and
she clamped her legs together, trapping my hand, and began to rock harder. Her fingers moved nimbly
