Donald was the latest romantic casualty in my life — or maybe I was the victim. It was getting so I couldn’t tell anymore who was breaking up with whom. All I really knew was I’d been having a bad run with boyfriends and had a serious case of “love nausea.”

Men were just such trouble. Every awful cliché I’d heard guys say about girls seemed to be more true about them, as much as I hate to generalize. But I’d been exposed to such neediness, such bitchiness, with guys who started arguments for no reason and got jealous at the drop of a hat. You name it.

The whole thing had worn me out. So there I was in the waning days of a summer I’d hoped would be fun and frolicsome. Instead, the season had been a slog of unnecessarily tangled relationships. Yes, I’d gotten my share of cock out of it, but the emotional price had been too high.

I needed a break. Not just from romance, a real getaway from everything. I wanted to grab a piece of summer before it was all used up, before autumn got its teeth into things.

Where could I go? I couldn’t afford an expensive vacation. Besides, I didn’t want to travel to anywhere particularly exotic. I just needed a change of scenery — and to maybe even see the ocean.

That made a bell ring in my head. My friend Vanessa had inherited a little house on the beach. She’d been meaning to fix it up and rent it out, but at that point it was just sitting there empty. She’d described it as shabby but functional and had offered to let me use it several times, so I gave her a ring.

She greeted me teasingly by saying, “Calling to brag about your latest sexcapades?”

I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn’t see me, and told her, “Hardly. Donald’s in the trash can, with all the others. I could really use some alone time somewhere. I was wondering if your place on the beach is still available?”

“Absolutely, darling. I’ll feel less guilty about it if somebody — anybody — is using it,” she told me.

“I can pay you,” I offered.

“Don’t you dare!” Vanessa yelped. “Maybe you’ll meet some hot stud out there. Just tell me all the dirty details when you get back. That’ll be payment enough.”

I thanked her profusely, threw a bag in my car and headed out.

Upon arriving in the sleepy coastal town, I easily found Vanessa’s isolated house, which was set far away from any neighbors. It had a great view of the beach, which was a long ribbon of bright sand lapped by tireless, foamy waves. I could hear the faint crash of them from the house, and the sound was soothing.

I quickly settled in, unpacking and stowing away my food and other supplies. I changed into a bikini and went to bask on the front deck. The sun felt warm and delicious, and my body and mind started to unknot some. Sweat gathered on my skin, and I dozed off.

In a half-dream state I found my gauzy thoughts turning to Julia. Maybe it was inevitable. Our time together had taken place in another seaside burg, when we were both college students on spring break. I still associated salt air and the roar of the tide with her, even though she was years in my past.

Julia. Sweet Julia, with that cute face, that pert ass, those firm boobs. Such a lovely woman, so warm, so friendly, so caring. I’d met her on the beach. We fell in together, the way you do on spring break.

At first, we were just pals. We romped in the surf, giggled as we traded stories and pointed out hot guys jogging along the shore. We walked arm in arm, and when she laughed, sometimes she would bury her face against my shoulder.

One night we went back to her motel room, intending to shower and change before hitting the clubs. But we decided to go under the steaming spray together and soaped each other up, hands gliding over smooth bodies. We didn’t say anything, but our giggling had stopped entirely.

I remembered the feel of her breasts as I’d lathered them, touching her as I’d never touched another woman before.

Her body was so familiar, yet so exotic. Her nipples grew hard, and she sighed as the hot water rained down on us.

Suds ran from her hands as she moved them over me. We stood close together, but before long, we were in each other’s slick arms, pressing our bodies together tightly. My erect nipples brushed hers as my hips jerked of their own accord, and we were soon grinding our crotches together.

When we finally stepped out of the shower stall and toweled ourselves dry, there was no thought of dressing again. Hand in hand, we went to the bed. There we lay down, again embracing, and I had my first kiss with a woman. It was unbelievably sweet and tender.

However, my passion rose quickly, and our kisses grew more urgent. Our tongues tangled fiercely, and I couldn’t pretend the moment was anything innocent anymore. But I don’t think I was really analyzing anything. I was caught up in the amazing sensuality of the situation.

We kissed and caressed, and our touches got bolder and bolder. I seriously groped her tits, and she tweaked my aroused nipples, sparking fiery little jolts of bliss. I threw a leg over hers and ground the wet groove of my pussy against her thigh.

She was lithe and nimble, showing no hesitation. She wanted me — that was obvious. An excitement flared in me, and yet I felt almost no nervousness. Julia put me at ease, even as she made my pussy gush.

When we started fingering each other, I knew I was past the point of any return. I was having my first lesbian experience, and no amount of revision could ever change that. I’d never realized I had it in me. It was, really, a happy discovery. I was more interesting than I’d believed — desirable to both men and women.

Her fingers felt so good in my pussy. She stroked in and out, taking her time. When she grazed my clit, it was with a knowing touch.

I delved into her, as well. The slick feel of her flesh enticed me. Instinctively, I seemed to know how to bring her pleasure, and her moans were gratifying. Soft cries rose in my own throat, and we slowly and gradually brought each other to climaxes. The ecstasy washed over me like a lazy wave, inundating me completely.

We did everything that night. I licked her pussy, and she ate mine. We wrangled ourselves into a scissors arrangement and humped our crotches together until our orgasmic cries rang out.

And she didn’t crash after she came. It was refreshingly different from my previous male lovers. The dark hours just continued to unfold, brimming with exploration and fulfillment, with tenderness and urgent feminine need.

In the way of spring break hookups, I never saw Julia again. Neither did I ever get together with another woman after that. The circumstance just never again presented itself, I guess. I didn’t quite know how to let another chick know I was interested in her. What if I did something stupid and approached someone who didn’t swing that way? The playing field was too unfamiliar, I suppose, making me doubt myself.

So I continued on as I had before, fooling around with men only and occasionally wondering in exasperation why they couldn’t be more easygoing and less troublesome — like Julia. With her, everything had been natural and smooth. I couldn’t have asked for a better first-time lesbian episode.

Back in the present, evening came while I napped on the house’s front deck. I awoke, went inside and made myself a drink, then I grabbed a pair of binoculars I’d found in a closet. The stars started coming out, but the temperature stayed nice. So I remained in my bikini, enjoying the caress of the summer air.

But a naughty thought suddenly occurred to me. I glanced left and right, but I wasn’t in the line of sight of another house. Grinning, I undid my bikini’s top and bottom strings and tossed the pieces aside. The gentle ocean breeze licked my bare flesh. I turned the binoculars on the sky overhead.

It wasn’t like the city. The lack of light pollution let the star field really shine. I looked for constellations, dredging up old astronomy lessons in my mind. The points against the cloudless black above were sharp and radiant. I felt I could almost reach up and touch them.

Naked beneath the stars, I felt real contentment. I had weathered a storm of faulty romances that summer, but I’d come through. I knew I could regain myself, reset my expectations. All would be as right with my universe as with the one on grand display above me.

As that thought hit my brain, a peal of laughter brought me back to earth.

I was suddenly self-conscious of my nudity. Then I realized I hadn’t turned on any lights in the house. Surely I would be invisible on the deck.

The laughter had sounded like a woman’s.

I squinted at the beach spread wide before me. It appeared empty. I raised the binoculars to my eyes. The starlight was brighter than I’d expected. The sand seemed to glow, and the waves came ashore with a foamy commotion.

There was movement out there. I steadied my hands and focused. Someone was on the patch of beach directly down from Vanessa’s house. It was indeed a woman. She was running about in the incoming waves, splashing with her feet and turning in playful circles.

She was also completely naked like me.

My throat tightened as I observed her. She was wet from the surf, and her skin gleamed in the astral light. She twirled, and her damp hair spun. A grin lit up her face. Her body was superb — toned but still displaying a feminine softness. Her breasts were high, her thighs nicely molded, her belly flat.

My mind helplessly flashed back to a remembered image of Julia in the shower, how her bare skin had glistened with water.

The memory triggered a sudden surge of excitement within me. But I tried to ignore it because all I was doing was spying on some innocent stranger who was wallowing naked in the surf.

But the sight of her made my flesh tingle. I heard her laughter again, echoing across the flat expanse of sand, sounding ghostly yet carefree. That woman had few inhibitions, whoever she was.

I couldn’t look away. It was like she was dancing for me, a water nymph come to lure me. Something out of a myth. But one of those steamy myths with a bare-breasted maiden from the island of Lesbos.

I laughed softly, but as I did I looked down at myself and realized with a start that the starlight was bathing me, too. Granted, I had a pair of binoculars, but if I could see her, it was entirely possible she’d seen me as well.

My hunch was confirmed when I put the binoculars to my eyes once more and found her looking straight at me. She waved. Numbly, I lifted a hand and waved back.

There. Contact established. I could either run away into the house, or I could...

I set the binoculars down next to my barely touched drink. I rose, and with deliberate strides I headed down to the water’s edge. My naked body shivered with excitement.

As I neared her, I saw where she’d dropped her clothing. She was standing, waiting with her hands on her shapely hips. There was a grin on her face, and I saw with absolute clarity what a pretty face it was. Her body was a vision in the pale but strong light.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.”

We could have traded pleasantries, maybe even laughed at the situation. I could’ve made friendly overtures and invited her back to the house for a cocktail. We could’ve let the first primal moment of our raw encounter slide past us, and we could’ve proceeded on a  slightly more civilized footing.

But the memory of Julia burned like a flame within me. Then it went out with a fierce suddenness, and I was faced only with this lovely lady gazing back at me with a look of blatant lust.

My pussy grew slick, and my nipples hardened.

As I crossed the last few feet between us, she moved toward me. We slipped into each other’s arms as naturally and smoothly as if we’d choreographed it.

She was slick with salt water. I smelled it in her hair, which was plastered lightly across her forehead. We pulled tight against one another. Our breasts pushed together, the smooth feel of her was like a miracle in the night.

Our mouths hovered for only an instant, then our lips met. Our kiss was searching, lively and fearless. Our lips parted, and our tongues tangled with unmistakable passion.

I reached down and cupped the succulent swells of her ass. She wedged a hand between us and closed it over my breast. Her grip was firm and unapologetic. My hard nipple pushed against her palm. I wanted her badly.

The feeling appeared to be mutual. I wondered if she’d performed that naked frolic for my amusement. She may have spotted me sitting nude on the deck. Maybe she’d even seen me when I’d slipped off my bikini and taken a chance that I might be interested in her. I liked the idea of that gutsiness, so forthright and confident.

We ground our bodies together, pressed crotch to crotch. I groped her ass some more, then I dared to slip my hand between her legs. I found her wet slit. She moaned as my fingers entered her, the sound a frail rag against the cymbal crash of the waves. The water reached us where we stood together, and the foamy sea lapped at our calves. I felt the pull as the water drew away, and droplets spattered our bodies.

My fingers speared her, and she moved her hips, sliding up and down on my digits. She clung to me, gasping, as I licked her salty throat and finger-fucked her deeper. Her clit seemed to pulse, and her silken walls closed tight on my fingers. I worked her diligently, and I was rewarded with her climax. I raised my glazed fingers to my mouth and smeared them over my lips. She licked her juices off me, then thrust her tongue between my lips.

Standing in the surf was very romantic, but I wanted to lie down with her. She had the same idea. We moved up further onto the dry sand. We lay side by side, facing each other. The beach still held the heat of the day.

We kissed wildly, our tongues plunging deeply. Her hands roamed over me. I caressed her in return, but she moved me onto my back and began kissing a trail down my throat, across my breasts and along my stomach.

I opened my legs, and she nestled herself between them. She exhaled a warm breath onto my damp pussy. I saw her tongue flash in the starlight, then I dropped my head back onto the sand as she made contact.

It was delicious. Her tongue traced my outer lips and parted the folds, and then she was inside me. She probed me deeply. I felt myself sinking into the sand, pleasure flowing over me like the accumulated heat of the entire summer.

She stabbed lovingly at my clit with the soft point of her tongue. She batted the sensitive bud, coaxing it and bathing it. Cries came out of me, softly at first, then rising through the octaves and climbing in volume.

When she gave my clit a frisky nibble, I quaked. Orgasmic energy of incredible potency shook me, and my juices flowed. Her mouth stayed glued to my slit. When she finally broke contact, I heard her heaving breaths.

My climax hadn’t enervated me. If anything, I was spurred on, given new vigor, and I knew what I wanted to do with that strength.

I reached for her and pulled her up onto me. I kissed her thoroughly, getting the taste of myself from her tongue. Then I kept tugging, guiding and situating her. She understood. I stayed on my back, and she straddled my face, lowering her pussy onto my waiting mouth. My tongue met her warm, slippery flesh, and I thrust it up purposefully into her. I was rewarded with the pure clean taste of her, a feminine flavor accentuated with the natural saltiness of the sea.

I clutched her peachy cheeks and ate her with gusto. She groaned and soon her wetness covered the lower half of my face. I gave her clit my utmost attention, lavishing the swollen nub with my fluttering tongue.

She ground down against my mouth. I looked up and saw her squeezing her own tits. As her climax struck, her body grew taut, like a bow, and her pussy released a little spurt of juice.

Finally, she swung off me. We sat up on the sand with our eyes blazing in the night. But the sexual connection was still crackling between us; we weren’t done yet.

We fairly leapt together into a scissor position, acting on perfect instinct. My pussy met hers, our drenched lips pressing together. We made further adjustments. I braced my hands behind myself, and she set herself hard against me.

On the sand, we humped like mad; it was a crazed girl-fuck under the stars. A commingling of female flesh celebrated by the heavens themselves. Icy points glimmered in the black sky above as we galloped together toward climax. The searing pleasure burned my being to ash and melted her, as well.

At least, that’s how it felt. Afterward, we finally said something more than “hi.” I did indeed invite her in, and she turned out to be a lovely person. I took her to bed, and the night continued in all its glory, and everything remained in harmony between us.