The Cove

The metal of the truckbed was hot against Kirsty's ass and legs, especially where its off-white paint was flaking away. She wasn't going to let that stop her though, especially since Nichol had already ditched the shorts and was halfway through unbuttoning her blouse. The two of them had agreed the rule together, while each chiding the other to pussy out all week: No clothes past the ‘No Entry’ sign. It was a simple enough dare to take… until you were bouncing along on a public road, facing down the prospect of an entire weekend without those most basic of societal trappings.

The eighteen year old tried to ignore the slack-jawed stares from the car behind. There would be plenty of time for dealing with them. For now, it was all about her and Nichol's friendly rivalry and the elated feeling of freedom it brought them as each pushed the other past their comfort zones. With an almost perfectly simultaneous call of triumph, the pair of them both managed to fling off the last of their undergarments: Two pairs of no-longer needed panties which managed to hang themselves portentously from the rusted, old road sign. An overly conspicuous flag, perhaps, to mark this otherwise ignored turning down towards their secret haven.

Once again, Kirsty felt the rush of blood through her veins, the rising flood of freedom and elation that had hit her every time she was bumped and bounced along this barely-drivable old track. The sun felt magnificent upon her skin, wholly bared to the world in a way that felt so natural and yet thrilling. Fresh gusts of sea-air whipped back her long hair and filled up her lungs as she stood up beside her naked friend and they both whooped toward a glittering horizon. This was what life was, it felt like: true and raw and real. So far away from the suffocating drudgery of school and work and societal graces. Going back to grey concrete and putting clothes on would feel so claustrophobic, when out here she could breathe.

The beat-up little convoy trundled down onto the sands. Not the perfect, soft golden sand of the more tourist-y beaches… but a muddy, pebbled brown that did wonders in keeping such interlopers away. From a distance, the cove looked unspectacular. A dull dent in the coastline overgrown by rough grasses and far too far from the nearest amenities or ice cream stand. Yet for generations it had been the barely-kept secret of youths who didn’t quite align with whatever the popular clique of the moment was. Who knew how many random hookups had happened here? Who knew how many of those gathering here today had actually been the results of ‘happy little accidents’ between bodies rolling through the dunes?

It didn’t bare thinking about for the current batch of teens. All they knew was that the cove meant sand, surf and sex. This was their time in the sun, and Kirsty and Nichol were certainly not going to waste it. Let the pretty, church-going cheerleaders bitch and squabble over which football star had given them a ‘purity ring’. The two of them were going to waggle their completely bared behinds at whichever gaggle of nerds and miscreants Rhod had gathered this time… and just see what happened.