Take the Risk

The second you look back toward the hidden stretch of beach behind the dunes, you already know you’re making a bad decision.

And honestly?

So does Jane.

The smile she gives you afterward is way too pleased.

“Oh my god,” she laughs softly. “You’re actually considering it.”

“You’re persuasive.”

“I’m hot.”

“That too.”

Jane grins proudly before immediately grabbing your hand and pulling you off the main beach path.

The farther both of you move behind the dunes and old lifeguard storage structure, the quieter everything becomes. The sounds from the pier fade into the background until the ocean mostly drowns everything else out around you.

And she was right.

From the main shoreline path, nobody can really see this section of sand at all.

Especially at night.

The only real light comes from distant pier glow farther down the coastline and the moonlight reflecting softly across the water.

“You are SUCH a bad influence,” you mutter while following her farther down the beach.

“Mhm,” Jane replies proudly. “But you like me.”

Unfortunately?

She’s completely right.

The second both of you stop near the dunes, she turns toward you immediately.

Then kisses you before you can even say anything else.

The kiss starts playful at first.

Soft.

Warm from the drinks earlier.

But it escalates quickly.

Mostly because the second your hands slide along her waist, Jane makes the quietest little sound against your mouth and presses herself closer against you immediately.

And honestly?

That completely destroys your self-control.

Your hands move lower automatically, gripping tighter against the curve of her hips while she kisses you harder beneath the sound of crashing waves nearby.

“You’re trouble,” you murmur softly against her lips.

“You love it,” Jane whispers back immediately.

Again.

Unfortunately.

Completely right.

The makeout gets progressively messier after that.

More heated.

Your hands keep drifting over her body while hers stay tangled through your hair and around your neck, pulling you back every time you try to slow things down slightly.

At one point she laughs breathlessly against your lips before lightly pushing you backward onto the sand near the dunes.

“Oh my god,” you laugh quietly. “You are aggressive tonight.”

“You noticed?”

Then before you can answer, Jane settles down into your lap facing away from you.

And suddenly your brain stops functioning properly.

The denim shorts ride up immediately when she lowers herself onto you, the frayed bottoms already short enough that the very bottom curve of her ass presses softly against your thighs beneath them. Your hands settle instinctively along her hips and upper thighs while she leans back against your chest, warm and completely comfortable there like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

And honestly?

She absolutely does.

“Hi,” she teases softly over her shoulder.

“You are actually trying to kill me.”

She laughs quietly afterward before slowly shifting her hips against your lap.

Not subtle.

Not even slightly.

The movement drags the soft curve of her ass directly against you through the thin denim while the shorts cling tightly to her body, the frayed edges barely covering her when she moves. Every slow roll of her hips presses her back tighter against your chest while your hands grip more firmly against her thighs automatically.

And unfortunately?

Your body reacts immediately too.

The second she feels it, Jane actually pauses for half a second before biting back a smile.

“Oh my god,” she laughs softly.

“You started this.”

“Mhm,” she replies smugly.

Then she does it again.

Slower this time.

Rolling her hips back against you while your hands slide higher instinctively along her waist, fingertips brushing the exposed skin beneath the edge of her tank top.

And honestly?

Your brain is completely gone at this point.

The sound of waves.

Her body moving against yours.

The warmth of her ass pressed into your lap while both of you hide behind the dunes beneath the dark beach sky.

Everything about the moment feels reckless in exactly the kind of way that makes it hotter.

Then suddenly—

“HEY.”

Both of you freeze instantly.

Flashlights sweep across the sand from farther up the beach path near the dunes.

“Oh my god,” Jane whispers in horror while immediately climbing off your lap.

Two beach patrol officers step around the fencing nearby, both clearly trying VERY hard not to laugh.

One of them lowers his flashlight slightly while looking between both of you.

“You guys serious right now?” he asks.

Neither of you says anything.

Mostly because Jane has buried her face completely into your shoulder out of embarrassment.

The second officer sighs dramatically. “C’mon guys. You can’t be doing this down here.”

“We weren’t—” you start automatically.

The officer immediately raises an eyebrow.

“…Okay yeah fair,” you admit.

Jane makes the most horrified noise imaginable beside you while hiding her face harder.

“Oh my god I’m never recovering from this.”

One of the officers actually laughs this time.

“Look,” he says while gesturing back toward the main beach path, “we’re not writing you up or anything. Just take it somewhere less public.”

“Yes sir,” you reply immediately.

“And preferably with more clothes involved,” the second officer adds dryly.

Jane actually whimpers from embarrassment afterward.

A minute later, both of you walk back toward the main shoreline path trying unsuccessfully not to laugh.

The second the officers disappear farther down the beach, Jane immediately hides her face in both hands.

“I cannot BELIEVE that just happened.”

You lose it laughing.

“This is your fault.”

“MY fault?” you repeat.

“You encouraged me.”

“You literally pulled me behind the dunes!”

“And you FOLLOWED,” Jane argues.

Honestly?

Again.

She has a point.

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You chose to sneak away with Jane behind the dunes:

-5 Boyfriend Points

Relationship Status: +3%

The impulsive intimacy, physical affection, and shared recklessness strengthens the passionate chemistry and attraction between you and Jane, even if the moment doesn’t exactly go as planned.

Letting loose together and sharing an exciting private moment deepens the physical closeness and playful attachment between you and Jane.

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