Gary fudges, and things move ahead

"All that's left of the club is the foundation," Julie said, "But the parking lot's still there, and it's nice and private."

Julie smiled, reaching up to her left shoulder with her right hand, and pulling the strap off of it, and repeating the process on the other shoulder.

"So, you have a serious girlfriend, Gary?" she asked.

Gary looked over at her, but had trouble reading her expression with her sunglasses on.

Julie pushed down her swimsuit, revealing her breasts. Beneath the bright red lifeguard suit, her skin was pale up to the tan line where the suit stopped covering.

Gary pulled into the weed-grown parking lot, hitting a hole in the pavement. The Super Surf Van bounced sharply, causing Julie to squeal and her large round breasts to jiggle and bounce.

Gary laughed. "Wanna do that again?"

"Wasn't that fun," Julie said. "Park it."

Gary maneuvered the van so they could see if anyone else was coming -- at least while they were still sitting up.

Julie dug in her purse and fished out a perfect, cylindrically rolled cigarette.

"Is that...?" Gary asked.

"Rolling machine," Julie said. "Super easy. I do it while watching video lectures. Can we smoke in your van?"

Gary hesitated. "Um, better not," he said. "It's actually a friend's van. He partakes, but not inside."

"Okay," Julie said. She rolled her shoulders, causing her erect brown nipples to dance in front of Gary's eyes. "Kinda private here," she said. "At least we'll hear anybody coming. Let's get to it."

"We can open the side door and sit there," Gary suggested.

"Okay," Julie said.

They picked the shady side of the van and sat side by side on the padded floor.

"Man, this van is ready for action," Julie said, looking at the mattress, the towels and the compartments for supplies. "Whoa, poppers. Is your friend gay?"

"Stu swings both ways," Gary said. "Kinda got this what-the-hell charm."

"So you know my story," Julie said. She fumbled with her lighter, trying to get a flame. "What's yours? Got a girlfriend?"

"Well, you know," Gary said. "There's a girl I met. I think we could be good together, but she's so different from anyone else I've been with."

Julie caught a flame and lit the cigarette. She drew and puffed, making a crackly burning sound. "Oh yeah, that's the stuff," she said.

Gary got a whiff of the smoke, sweet, waxy, resinous and a little skunky.

"So where is she today?" Julie asked. She rolled her bare shoulders. Her breasts oscillated.

"Shopping. Trying to cheer up my sister," Gary said. "Who just had a bad breakup."

Julie tilted her head back, her blonde hair sliding in waves. "Good for her," she said. She took another drag. "Oh, want one?"

"Sure," Gary said. He took the perfectly rolled cigarette from Julie's fingers. He sucked smoke, hearing the crackling, and held it inside for the count of three. "Nice," Gary said. "Good stuff." He bent over to offer it back to Julie. When he sat up, a tingling wave of sensation flowed over his body. "Wow."

Julie giggled. "Yup," she said. "What a lightweight. Guess we better stop." She took a little drag and squeezed out the end. It disappeared back into her canvas purse. "Wanna help me with my problem?" she asked.

"Uh-huh." Gary said. He was trying to frame something more witty, but nothing came together.

"My mouth's kinda dry now," she said.

"Uh-huh?" Gary said. He looked in her eyes. The big, reflective sunglasses had tiny rainbow reflections in their corners, winking and dancing.

"Kiss me," she said.

"Oh," Gary said. He tilted his head and their lips met. Her breath was smoky and musky with weed, but her tongue was delicious. It felt like it was a mile long, so delicately could he feel every little bump of its velvety texture. "Mmmm. Hmmm."

"Touch me," she whispered.

Gary slid his hands over her bare skin, feeling the golden velvet of her downy hair, the faintly smoother or rougher skin, the curve of arm and shoulder and silky-soft breasts and oh! The nipples, stiff under his fingertips and standing up, so firm. He felt ripples of sensation across his own body as he stroked her.

"Ooh yeah," Julie said. "Kiss."

Their lips joined again, and their tongues wrestled. Her mouth was moister, sweeter.

Sitting side by side in the open doorway of the van started feeling awkward, but he didn't want to let go of her.

Julie's fingers pulled at Gary's shirt. "Off," she said. Gary tilted his head back and let his arms hang loose as Julie pulled off his T-shirt. A thousand glimmers of daylight shone through the gaps in the weave as the shirt slid past his eyes.

Now she was massaging his chest, his nipples, her lips parted and seeking his. He joined her again, tongue to tongue. So amazing, almost confusing, the feeling, whose tongue was whose, almost.

A hand slid down Gary's bare chest to his shorts, and inside the waistband. There was warmth and pressure and a good feeling.

"Whoa. Big boy," Julie murmured.