(Usual Disclaimer Time: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun.)
(Author's Note: This story is my entry to the
Summer Lovin' Story Contest 2023
at Literotica. While it references characters and places from my ongoing Senior Year Memories series, this is a STANDALONE spin-off story created for this contest that does not require any knowledge of the series to enjoy; I'm trying to make it its own fun thing and aim to provide all necessary context. So, while some details will be familiar to longtime readers, it is meant to be accessible to newcomers as well.
Further, I want to thank my readers who helped select the story's cast, as well as congratulate my reader Hugh. for suggesting the name of the male lead (which I drew out of a hat, among other suggestions). As always, I want to give special thanks to fellow Literotica author Lil_kitty for her excellent work as my editor and acting as a second set of eyes on this chapter, and for letting me know what did and didn't work; if you get a chance, please check out her work and drop some stars if you enjoyed, she writes some very hot and fun stories.)
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It was late August, well past the point anyone would consider the "glory days" of summer, and certainly a less than ideal day to go to the beach. The heat was oppressive rather than exciting, threatening to tip over into a miserable triple digit temperature any moment now. In spite of this, the beach was packed with people, families with screaming kids, elders who lived at the beach and had skin that looked like well-cured leather, and the younger hardbody crowd trying desperately to impress anyone, yet more often than not going on ignored.
No, it may not have been a good day to go to the beach, but all of these were elements that Dexter Markes could have overlooked if the cards had lined up right. It was hot, to be sure, but the water looked fine, and a lot of the women prancing about in their swimsuits were worth drooling over. The handsome, 21-year-old college student had always had a way with the ladies in the past, and it wouldn't have taken a lot of work for him to get a number or two, and maybe even seal the deal with a little luck. If he had had that kind of freedom, this would have easily been a *great* day to go to the beach.
He didn't have that freedom, however.
No, today, like much of this summer really, Dexter was a *chaperone*. He had to be the responsible one, all because of his little sister, Deirdre.
Fucking Deirdre.
Looking up from his phone on their loose collection of beach towels, Dexter shifted the angle of the beach umbrella to better ensure his spot in the shade, and made sure once again to check on the pile of purses that Deirdre and her noisy fucking friends had tossed at his feet, asking him to keep an eye on them while they went to go do... well, whatever it was a bunch of incoming high school senior bitches did for fun. Currently that fun seemed to involve having taken over someone else's volleyball net and playing some very poor volleyball, prancing and shrieking and generally thinking they were a lot cuter than they actually were.
Alright, so, some of Deirdre's friends might have been a *little* cute, but that was beside the point.
For what felt like the millionth time today, Dexter sighed and shook his head.
Though all of this misery could have been predicted, that didn't mean it was right, but that was kind of how things had always gone in the Markes family, hadn't it?
Dexter was the eldest of two children, but the fact that his parents had wanted a daughter was apparent enough when Deirdre got treated like the golden fucking child no matter what he did. Him graduating near the top of his class at Blair Valley High School didn't matter nearly as much as the entire family supporting Deirdre at every dance recital. Becoming captain of his school's football team and earning a full ride scholarship to the college of his choice didn't compare to Deirdre just barely making the senior cheer squad. Taking the summer off, he had hoped that he might be able to get some congratulations out of his parents for all of his achievements at school in the midst of his relaxation, and instead he was forced to act as the personal chauffeur for Deirdre and her ever-changing group of equally shrill and entitled friends at all hours of the day, and getting all the shit whenever something didn't go perfectly.
And now, when he would have liked some time to swim and flirt, he was parked on their towels, watching a pile of purses and hoping his phone battery would last as long as it would take a bunch of teenaged girls to get bored of being bitches to everyone around them.
Fuck, was this gonna be a long day.
"You wind up looking any more miserable, you're gonna make me sad."
A girl dropped down onto the towel in front of him. A slender 5'9", she seemed the very definition of a pale redhead, with flaming red hair cut short, and bright blue eyes behind a pair of large, nerdy glasses. Her body looked anything but nerdy, however, as she had the tight build of a dancer, with a nice ass, and firm C-cup tits, all put on display with her bright magenta bikini.
Taking in her pale, freckled skin, and feeling a gentleman, Dexter offered, "Well, I'm less miserable now; join me in the shade so you won't have any misery to tend to yourself later?"
The girl put a hand to her chest and smiled a broad, goofy smile that he couldn't help but find charming. "Well, thank you! I think I'll do that!"
The girl slid over next to him, hunkering down in the shade and looking up at Dexter appreciatively. "I'm actually covered head to toe in sunblock, but if I find a cute guy I want to get to know better while I'm out and about, I'll take any excuse I can to get close, especially if shade's involved."
She was pleasantly giggly, and definitely on the hot side of cute. Her body language was promising, as she leaned toward him ever so subtly and seemed to angle herself in such a way that he got the best possible view of her. As a guy who had been with his fair share of women, he was getting nothing but encouraging signs from this mystery redhead, enough to make him smile welcomingly.
Alright, maybe this day wouldn't be a complete waste after all.
"Dexter," he said in introduction, nodding her way. "Dexter Markes."
The girl somehow managed to broaden her smile, giving him the slightest bow in greeting. "Sasha Pearl, pleased to meet ya."
"Charmed," Dexter replied, offering a partial bow in return.
Sasha continued smiling pleasantly, leaning ever so slightly toward him, but keeping a respectable, maybe even *teasing* distance. He would have liked it if she'd gotten closer, and it looked like even she would have been interested in the same, but right now they were dancing the dance of various social niceties, and there were a few more steps before closer would be appropriate.
Thankfully, Dexter knew this dance well. "So, you here all by yourself?"
"No, out with some friends, celebrating our last days before school starts up by making a beach weekend of it..." Sasha replied, biting her lip and looking around as if in search for them. "They're around here somewhere, but since I don't like being alone, and it looks like you don't like being alone, I thought we could both enjoy not being alone together."
