First Steps in the Sand

The second the two of you step off the wooden path and onto the sand, Jane visibly lights up.

She slips her sandals off immediately and hooks them loosely onto two fingers before taking a few barefoot steps forward into the warm sand. The ocean breeze moves through her hair while sunlight reflects off the water ahead, bright enough that she squints slightly toward the horizon before laughing to herself.

“Oh my god,” Jane says as she turns back toward you with an excited smile. “This is already worth waking up at five in the morning.”

You can’t help smiling at her reaction while following after her more slowly. The beach stretches endlessly in both directions, dotted with umbrellas, towels, and people wandering near the shoreline. Waves roll steadily onto the sand while distant music drifts faintly through the salty air.

But honestly, the second you really look at Jane, the rest of the beach barely registers anymore.

The bikini somehow looks even better now that she’s actually outside wearing it naturally instead of just teasing you with it back at the beach house.

The pale blue fabric contrasts perfectly against her skin beneath the sunlight. The push-up top hugs her chest tightly, lifting her breasts in a way that makes the soft curve of her cleavage impossible to ignore. Every time she turns toward you or laughs, the neckline shifts slightly, drawing your attention right back to the smooth skin exposed between the cups. The top fits snugly enough to accentuate the fullness of her chest without feeling overdone, and combined with the thin straps against her shoulders and collarbones, the entire look feels effortlessly sexy.

And the bottoms are genuinely unfair.

The thong cut sits high against her hips, accentuating the curve of her waist and thighs while leaving most of her ass exposed whenever she walks ahead of you through the sand. The fabric hugs her body perfectly, outlining every soft curve naturally enough that it becomes almost impossible not to stare.

And judging by the little smile she keeps giving you whenever she catches you looking, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“You’re doing it again,” Jane says after catching your expression for about the fifth time already.

You blink once before looking back up toward her face.

“What?” you ask innocently.

“That look,” Jane says teasingly while walking backward in front of you. “The one where you stare at me like your brain stopped working.”

You laugh quietly.

“That’s because it did,” you admit.

Her grin widens instantly at that answer.

“You’re so easy,” she says smugly.

“You make it impossible not to stare,” you reply honestly while your eyes drift over her body again despite yourself.

That answer clearly pleases her. She bites back another smile while turning around again, though not before giving you one more teasing glance over her shoulder first.

You notice other people looking at her too while the two of you walk toward the shoreline.

A few quick glances from passing guys. Girls subtly checking out her bikini. But none of them really matter. Because they don’t get this version of her.

The girl currently grinning at seashells like she’s six years old. The girl laughing at literally nothing while the wind blows her hair everywhere.The girl reaching for your hand every few seconds without thinking about it.The girl who keeps turning around just to smile at you.

That’s the part that gets you the most.

By the time you finally reach the water, small waves are rolling lazily across the wet sand.

Jane steps toward them carefully at first before finally letting the water touch her feet.

The second the cold wave splashes over her ankles, she gasps loudly and jumps backward directly into your side.

“Oh my god!” Jane squeals while grabbing your arm tightly. “That is freezing.”

You immediately start laughing.

“You’re so dramatic,” you tell her.

“No, seriously,” Jane says between laughs while looking down at the water in disbelief. “Why is it so cold?”

“It’s water,” you reply.

“It feels illegal,” she says dramatically.

Another wave rolls toward her feet.

She braces herself while gripping your arm tighter.

The second the water splashes against her legs again, she squeals and presses herself against your side while laughing uncontrollably.

“Baby,” Jane says breathlessly, “why does it feel like ice?”

You can barely answer because you’re laughing too hard now too.

“You’re acting like the ocean personally attacked you,” you say.

“It DID,” she insists.

A second later, she splashes water directly at your stomach in retaliation.

You look down at your wet shorts before slowly raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, okay,” you say. “That’s how we’re playing this?”

“You deserved it,” Jane replies innocently.

You immediately splash her back harder.

Cold water sprays across her stomach and chest while she squeals loudly again, stumbling backward through the shallow water while laughing so hard she nearly loses her balance.

“You’re evil,” she accuses between laughs.

“You started it,” you remind her.

“You escalated it!” Jane argues.

For the next several minutes, the two of you splash each other like children while waves crash around your legs. At one point, Jane tries backing away from a larger wave and nearly slips completely before crashing directly into your chest instead.

Your arms automatically catch around her waist while both of you laugh breathlessly.

“Okay,” Jane says while trying to catch her breath. “Maybe truce.”

“Temporary truce,” you reply immediately.

“That sounded threatening,” she says suspiciously.

“It was meant to.”

She narrows her eyes at you before smiling anyway.

Eventually the two of you start wandering farther down the shoreline together, your hands brushing occasionally while waves roll over the sand beside you. The sunlight warms your skin while the breeze coming off the water keeps everything comfortable despite the heat.

Then suddenly, Jane stops walking and pulls her phone from her beach bag.

“We need pictures,” she announces.

You groan dramatically.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Jane says immediately.

Before you can protest further, she’s already grabbing your arm and pulling you beside her while opening the camera app.

The next several minutes turn into complete chaos.

Jane ruins half the selfies on purpose by making ridiculous faces at the last second. Then she complains when you blink during one. Then both of you start laughing too hard to even hold still properly anymore.

At one point, she accidentally takes a blurry photo right while both of you are laughing.

She stares at the picture for a second before smiling softly.

“Wait,” Jane says. “I actually love this one.”

“I look terrible,” you argue immediately.

“No,” Jane says while looking over at you more quietly this time. “You look happy.”

Something about the sincerity in her voice catches you slightly off guard.

Before you can respond though, she immediately drops down into the sand.

“Sit,” Jane says.

You blink at her.

“Why?”

“I wanna bury your feet,” she explains.

“That sounds deeply unnecessary,” you tell her.

“It sounds hilarious,” she replies proudly.

Unfortunately, she wins.

A few minutes later, you’re sitting in the warm sand while Jane aggressively piles sand over your legs with way too much concentration.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” you tell her while laughing.

“Mhm,” Jane says proudly. “This is healing me emotionally.”

You shake your head while watching her brush windblown hair out of her face.

Even sitting cross-legged in the sand covered in sunscreen and laughing at absolutely nothing, she somehow still looks unbelievably pretty. The sunlight catches against her skin while the blue bikini contrasts perfectly against the ocean behind her. The push-up top presses her cleavage together every time she leans forward, and the curve of her hips presses softly into the sand beneath her.

God, you’re so gone for this girl.

Eventually she finishes burying your feet before immediately holding her hands out toward you.

“Okay,” Jane says proudly. “Now me.”

“You trust me with this responsibility?” you ask.

“Absolutely not,” she replies.

You grin while scooping sand over her legs anyway.

By the time you finish, the breeze coming off the water starts getting colder.

Jane shivers slightly before wrapping her arms around herself.

“Okay,” she says. “I’m freezing now.”

“You want my hoodie?” you ask her.

“Yes,” Jane answers immediately.

You laugh softly while pulling the hoodie over your head and handing it to her.

The second she slips it on, she visibly relaxes.

“There,” she sighs happily.

The oversized hoodie hangs loosely over her body, partially swallowing the bikini underneath while the sleeves cover most of her hands. The hem falls just low enough to partially cover the thong bottoms beneath it, somehow making her look softer now than before.

Still gorgeous though.

Always gorgeous.

“What?” Jane asks after catching you staring again.

“You look cute,” you admit.

She smiles smugly while tugging the sleeves farther over her hands.

“I know,” she replies confidently.

A few seconds later, her stomach growls loudly enough for both of you to hear.

She immediately looks offended.

“Oh my god,” Jane mutters.

You burst out laughing.

“Was that your stomach?” you ask.

“No,” she says immediately.

“Baby.”

“maybe it was my stomach,” Jane admits while laughing.

You stand up first before offering her your hand.

“Come on,” you say. “Let’s go get lunch before you starve to ****.”

Jane smiles immediately while taking your hand.

“You’re so lucky you’re cute,” she says while following beside you back up the beach together.

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You spent the morning playing around on the beach with Jane:

Relationship Status: +1%

Boyfriend Points Gained: +1

The playful teasing, physical closeness, and constant attention you give Jane throughout the afternoon leaves her feeling desired, comfortable, and completely wrapped up in the trip with you.

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