As Ethan stepped out of his car onto the sand covered car park, the sound and smell of the ocean filled his senses. The soft early evening breeze blew his clearly un-styled medium length brown hair and created gentle waves that rolled across his t-shirt and shorts. The midsummer air was warm but refreshing this close to the water. The sound of distant thumping techno music was almost drowned out by the continuous crashing of the waves nearby. After straightening his clothes and attempting to tame his hair, Ethan made his way onward to the source of the music.
Pushing his way through the crowd of people standing about the decently sized decked area, most with beverages in hand, Ethan kept his eyes peeled for any familiar faces and bodies in the rolling sea of people.
"Ethan! Dude, you made it!" A voice from behind his left shoulder called out.
He spun to face the voice to be greeted by the organizer of the party, Jerry. Ethan has assisted Jerry with one for his assignments for a university class they were both in, probably the only reason Ethan was invited to be fair, as the two weren't exactly moving in the same social circles.
"Hey, Jerry, nice party man." Ethan raised his voice over the thumping music.
"Cheers dude, it's so great to just chill with everyone now that the semester is over, you know." The long haired man that could pass for a professional surfer said. He then began to be absorbed back into the flowing ocean of bodies. "Help yourself to some beers, I'll catch ya later!"
"See-ya Jerry!" Ethan managed before the other man was out of sight.
As the song changed to something even more painful to the ears, Ethan popped his hands into one of the many coolers scattered around the edge of the deck and pulled out a can of some alcoholic beverage he wasn't familiar with, before stepping down into the sand. He walked a few steps before flicking off his shoes and carrying them in his free hand. He found the sand to be soft and still warm from today's sun. Once he was far enough away from the deck, he sat on the beach and cracked open his drink.
Minutes slipped by as Ethan tried to concentrate on the sound of the waves rather than the horrible noise coming from the deck behind him. The afternoon light had faded and now all that illuminated the beach was the dull moon light and the spill from up on the road. The roaring of each wave that came in echoed up the beach, drowning out the music for a moment. Ethan had long since finished his beverage, he felt like another but couldn't bring himself to leave the spot. The alluring sounds of the sea and the brief but blissful moments of tranquility weren't worth leaving for another drink.
Screams broke Ethan from his trance-like state. He looked over to see about a quarter of the people from the deck moving down onto the beach, some taking their clothing off as they went to reveal swimmers underneath, some of the men just whipping their shirts off. Everyone trickled into the water with various screams of discomfort for the cool water.
Ethan made a choice, one he wouldn't know at the time would effect him for the rest of his life. He put his empty drink can down in the sand and in a swift movement pulled his t-shirt off while standing up, then untied his shorts drawstring before stepping out of them. Ethan stood there in the calm breeze for a moment, only in black swim shorts that clung to his upper thigh before making his way down to the water.
He intentionally stayed a few meters to the side of the main congregation of intoxicated young bodies, to his other side was a short pier than ran all the way up to the road. The current was unusually small for this time of evening, but still tugged at everyone's mostly submerged legs, slightly dragging them away from Ethan who stood more sober than the rest. Young ladies shrieked in fear with every chilling wave that rolled through the group and minute by minute, clusters broke off and headed back to dim sandy beach and the party until only a few remained including Ethan, who other than dodging the occasional large wave was in yet another trance-like state and had unconsciously waded out deeper than anyone else. The cool water washed away all his issues, leaving an almost blank shell of a man behind to be buffeted by the salty sea.
He was almost out of sight of the rest of the group if there were any left out in the water, the dull light spilling from the pier lanterns was his only source of illumination other than the moon and it's reflection on the choppy waves. Without warning, a large wave dunked him, sweeping him off his feet and sending him rapidly drifting away. His eyes had shut reflexively as had his mouth. However, with a smack, his small body rammed into something equally as hard under the water. He found his footing again and stood up, but to his surprise, he couldn't see what he had bumped into. He was still a good few meters from the end of the pier and the pylons that held it up.
"Hello?!" He asked loudly in fear that he had knocked someone over.
A long moment passed before Ethan stuck his head underwater and opened his eyes, the salty and sandy water was hard enough to look through in daylight, but the absence of any significant light made it a useless effort. As he rose from the water, he wiped the saline liquid off his face and instinctively brushed his fringe back before opening his eyes. Right in front of him, not a body width away floated a beautiful girl, not too much younger than Ethan, with chestnut hair and a crooked smile, illuminated by the moonlight.
"Oh, hi. Sorry... about bumping into... you." Ethan spoke with awkward lust.
The girl remained silent, her body bobbing up and down with each wave the rolled in.
"I'm, Ethan... Enjoying the party?" The girl remained silent, studying every detail of Ethan in view.
A wave rose the pair up before dropping them back down again. It was then that Ethan noticed she did not have a top on at all. Her perky breasts were just floating freely below the dark waterline. As soon as he noticed them, his eyes shot back up to her eyes which were still transfixed on him. Her hair was damp, most of the loose strands were tied up in a half braid that fell down her back in a ponytail. She inched closer to him, lips trembling with anticipation.
"Are you of good stock?" Her words finally escaping with a rather harsh tone.
Slightly taken aback by her first words to him and what she had said, Ethan couldn't say anything. He looked over at the other swimmers who were further off than before.
"You. Eth-an. Are you of good stock?" She repeated, her tanned skin glowing almost ethereally in the moonlight
"What do you mean 'good stock'?" Ethan replied.
"Are you good for breeding?" The girl answered with another question, a little slower this time.
Ethan was again taken aback. Was this girl he had only just met asking for sex, or was this her way of saying hello? Her accent sounded foreign, but he could not place a country where it was from. Perhaps it was a mix of dialects, both European and Asian.
"Wait, are you asking me to have sex with you?!" Before Ethan could finish, the girl ducked under the water and grabbed Ethan's hips.
He could feel her sharp fingernails working their way over his body in an attempt to pull his swimming shorts down. In turn, he put his hands on her shoulders and tried to haul her up with much resistance. It was too late and a moment later the girl had lowered his black swim shorts over his member and down to his knees. She ran a gentle hand over the semi-erect lump of flesh and the rest of his leg and lower torso before surfacing again, even closer to Ethan's body.
