The beach town was the default end-of-summer destination for folks in the city where I lived. As the last sultry days came on, people had mostly taken their “serious” vacations, if they could afford them at all. The beachside town was cheap and fun, and the last chance to get your summer on.

I drove the 50 miles there alone, needing one final weekend of debauchery before I pretended to be a grown-up again. A lot of college kids had the same idea, and the quaint little burg was full of young lovelies.

I was only interested in the women and spent the afternoon on a restaurant’s outdoor patio, drinking beer and watching bikini-covered butts bounce up and down the sand.

Two years ago I’d vacationed there with Sabrina. We’d spent the second half of that summer in a torrid relationship, doing everything together. I’d been stuck on her, but she had suddenly bailed out, citing issues that had nothing to do with me.

I let her go with all the gentlemanly poise I could muster. Two years later she was just a good, warm memory, without any of the sting. But something inside me refused to let her go completely.

Still, as I nursed my brew, I fingered the locket around my neck. She’d given it to me as a parting gift. It was engraved with my name and had her picture inside. Kind of a weird thing to give a guy, but I liked it nonetheless and wore it a lot. Especially when I couldn’t get her out of my head.

As evening came on, I returned to the motel, an inexpensive place with a pool and lots of folks looking for a good time. I fell in with them, and we all splashed around in the water. Couples paired off, but I was tired from the drive and muzzy from the beer. I went to my room alone, feeling happy and loose.

But in the morning I realized in a panic that my locket was gone. I tossed the entire room as I looked for it. Then I searched around the pool. The locket was a treasured keepsake. I wasn’t madly in love with Sabrina’s memory or anything, but I was weirdly attached to it.

Nonetheless, memories of all the sweet sex we used to enjoy flashed through my brain. She’d been so hot, so fun and so adventurous.

Finally, I went to the motel’s desk and described my lost item, figuring it was hopeless. But, wonder of wonders, the guy there fished around in a box and then held it out to me. My locket!

With my heart racing, I thanked him profusely. A path led out to the beach, and I followed it, my memento swinging from the chain clutched in my hand. Sabrina had told me the locket had been in her family for generations.

I stood by the lapping water and went to ceremoniously put it around my neck once more. But something made me hesitate. I peered closely at it. Same design. But there seemed a different pattern of wear to the metal.

Snapping it open, though, I found Sabrina’s picture. But I also found — incredibly — a different name engraved there. This locket belonged to someone named Corrina.

I stood there stunned, the locket dangling from my hand and my mouth agape. I couldn’t fathom what the hell was going on.

“Here’s a weird question,” said a voice behind me. “Did you know Sabrina?”

Like the moment wasn’t surreal enough. Numbly, I turned around and saw an attractive woman standing there. A chain hung from her outstretched finger, and at its end swung something that looked suspiciously like… well… a locket. My locket.

“I take it you’re Corrina,” I said.

“Yep.” She gazed intensely at my locket, like it was confirming something for her. “So, you’re Emil.”

I dimly recalled she’d been around the pool the previous night, but I didn’t remember her pairing off with anyone.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

Corrina explained she’d misplaced her own locket and went frantically looking for it this morning, finding it — she thought — by the pool. She was delighted to get it back.

But when she opened it up, she saw someone else’s name. Baffled, she went to the front desk and found out another locket had been turned in, and that it had been claimed just a few minutes earlier.

“The guy pointed me after you.”

I was still shocked. But I was also aware of how beautiful Corrina was. I asked, “How long were you two together?”

“Six weeks.”

“Same here. Must be her MO. She tell you the locket was some kind of beloved family heirloom?”

“Yeah.” She shook her head, but not bitterly. “She must use the lockets to manufacture tidy breakups. Well, Emil. Ain’t we a pair?”

We decided to spend the day hanging out, comparing notes and helping each other get over the shock, which eased dramatically the more time we spent together. When it was beer o’clock in the afternoon, we each had a brew. Then I asked, “You and Sabrina, huh? You only into women?”

“Hell no. Why limit myself?” She reached across the table and took my hand as she said, “I’m in the mood for revenge. How about you?”

Hand in hand, we hurried back to the motel. The heat of the day was on us, and the heat between us was just as fierce. It had been growing all day.

Once inside her room, we fell into each other’s arms. She kissed without any preliminaries, pasting her mouth over mine and thrusting her tongue forcefully. I kissed her back just as furiously, and we quickly stripped each other.

She was gorgeous with erect nipples and a pussy gleaming with ready wetness. My cock stood like a steel bar, and we tumbled onto the bed.

Her skin was like satin. I wanted to touch and lick every inch of it. She reached around to shamelessly grope my ass, sinking her fingers into my flesh. I cupped her full, high tits. When I played with her nips, she said, “Pinch them!” I tweaked them repeatedly, and the harder I did it, the louder she moaned and groaned.

Corrina put her hand between us and closed her fist over my cock. Immediately she started pumping it at a perfect rhythm. Her expertise dispelled any thought that she might be less experienced with guys.

Actually, in a strange way it turned me on some that we’d shared a lover. We had both screwed Sabrina, had gotten caught up in the sentimentality of the romance — and had been callously discarded in the end. That last part wasn’t much of a turn-on, but it gave us a real solidarity.

I stroked Corrina’s pussy with two fingers. She groaned happily. I delved inside, slipping in up to the first knuckles, then the second. I wriggled my fingers, and she ground her hips. Her clit pulsed like a beacon, and I caressed it.

Her hips were bucking wildly, and she held on to my cock like it was a safety line, while she gasped her way through what felt like a powerful climax.

Grinning, she said, “Well, that calls for a treat for you.” She shifted around and settled into the cradle of my outspread legs. One of her hands held my balls, and I soon felt warm breath on my swollen cockhead.

Her tongue flickered over my rounded knob, and I shivered with pleasure. When she closed her lips around my cockhead, it was my turn to gasp. I watched, amazed and delighted, as she sucked me fearlessly all the way down.

Her head bobbed madly, her tongue flashing along my shaft the whole time. Her lips stayed sealed around my staff, and the suction was awesome.

I was about 90 seconds from shooting my load when I somehow found the will to ease her off me. Panting, she lay back and I moved in. Her soft thighs bracketed my shoulders, and I licked my way up and down her slick groove before finally probing inside her.

She tasted delicious. I ate her hard, going after her clitoris once more. This time the contact was so immediate, so intimate. I felt the nub throb, felt her fingers wind into my hair, felt her hips going wild.

With a cry, she poured her pussy juice into my eager mouth. When I came up for air, she said, “You give head like a girl. That’s a compliment.”

I’d taken it as such. No doubt Sabrina had eaten her pussy, too. But Sabrina was feeling more and more unreal to me, like a misted memory turned distant dream. Corrina had eclipsed her and was rapidly blotting her almost entirely out of my past. I hoped I was doing the same thing for her.

“I need to get up on you!” Corrina insisted. I lay back and watched her deftly climb up on me, seizing my cock and lowering herself quickly onto my spike.

The wet grasp of her snatch sent a jolt through me. Pleasure crawled over every part of me. I’d vaguely hoped to get laid that weekend, but I’d never imagined something that delightfully intense.

Lust-hungry Corrina started riding me. Her movements were forceful but graceful. I noted the easy flex of her knees, the hard plunges of her hips. She planted her palms on my chest and bucked up and down, wriggling a little from side to side as she moved.

I thrust up into her, spearing her to her core. I felt mainlined into her, wired to her very being. Even though we’d just met — and under the weirdest circumstances — I felt a bond with her. I wanted to bring her every iota of pleasure possible.

My wish was rewarded. Amazed, I watched yet another fierce climax take possession of her. It crackled over her flesh like some stellar energy. Her pussy tightened on my cock as her whole body went taut.

When she went limp, I eased her over onto her back, then I began sensuously stroking in and out of her.

It was a joy to observe her excitement reawakening. She purred with renewed arousal. I fucked her harder, and the results were what I’d hoped. Soon she was writhing under me with her fingers digging into my shoulders.

The pleasure intensified, and I was soon going over the edge. I let out a cry and felt Corrina climactically quake with me as my spunk erupted. It was a fantastically powerful orgasm, and the afterglow was as warm as sunbaked sand.

We decided to spend the rest of the weekend together before heading back to the city, where we planned to see each other some more. Before we left the beach town, though, we took our lockets to the shore and tossed them in the water, laughing as they disappeared into the waves.