Gilders Beach is an old-fashioned place. I think it was over a hundred years ago when it was named. Back then, there was no internet, no TV. I don't even think they had radio. I guess they needed fun things to do, and fun places to do it, so at one end of one of the biggest lakes around here, right up against a half mile long sand beach, they built a village around an amusement park, and all of it is still there. Even the old wooden roller coaster is still there, still working. It's not a big one, so it's more fun for little kids than kids my age. I guess I'm not a kid any more.
It's actually kind of hard to tell where being a kid ends and being an adult takes over. My dad likes to use the word blurry, and I think being in your late teens kind of qualifies for that. It's a blurry time, especially when you've just graduated high school, like I just did, and when you've just finished your freshman year at college, like my sister Hanna just did. Neither one of us has a clue what we want to do with our lives. That's what I mean by blurry. Blurry is drinking too much, which we both do sometimes. Getting high gets us blurry, too, and me and her both like to do that. The first time we got high together was just a year ago, when I was seventeen and she was eighteen. It was at a graduation party at her friend's house. Her friend's parents hired a band to play in their backyard. All the older people were drinking and dancing to classic rock. "Mikey," Hanna said to me. "Walk with me over to behind the garage. Act natural."
It was really nice of her to bring me to the party; a lot of senior girls wouldn't do that for their little brother. Me and Hanna always got along really good. We're definitely closer as friends than any of the other kids in my family. When I got stupid stoned behind that garage, to the point of doing nothing but laughing and falling down, she laughed too, and she snuck me out of there, out to the street where we walked for, like, an hour. It was a blurry night, not only because I was so stoned, but because Hanna had graduated. She was all set to go to college that fall, and I hated thinking about it. Having her not be around anymore was a horrible thing to think about. I was glad I was stoned and laughing.
Gilders Beach is a place lots of us kids go to in the summertime, ever since some of us learned to drive. It's about thirty miles from home, an easy drive, and the nice beach is always pretty crowded on a hot day. It's nice that you can walk from the beach to the shops on Main Street, just two blocks away. I like going to Gilders just to look at girls, but there's beach volleyball and other stuff to do. I've played volleyball there a bunch of times. I've been into athletics since I was about five, mostly football in the fall and lacrosse in the spring. It's fun to play volleyball on the beach with girls watching. I guess I'm kind of a showoff, but a nice one, if you know what I mean. I spend a lot of time in the weight room, so why not get the shirt off and show it, right?
This year it's me who just graduated from high school, and Hanna is home from college for the summer, so I took her and her two friends to the graduation parties I went to. Her two friends are both home from college, too. Of course I scored points with
my
friends, because I'm bringing super cute older girls everywhere with me. It was one of those win win situations.
It was at one of those parties when Hanna came up with a plan to get a bunch of us to chip in and rent a house at Gilders Beach for a weekend. She wanted her three best friends from high school to be there, and, partly because we're friends and partly because she knew it would take more people chipping in to be able to afford to do it, she included me and my three best friends in the plan. The fact that some of them maybe had boyfriends and girlfriends only annoyed her — the eight of us would be the only ones going, and that was the end of the discussion. Her reasoning was that a four bedroom house would be expensive, and she didn't want us to get thrown out and lose our money because we overran the place with too many people.
The thing none of us knew was whether Hanna's friend Madison would show up. All of us — and probably everybody who ever went to our school — knew that she'd gone into porn not long after graduation. Starting as a cam girl, down in New York City I think, she started using the name name Lil' Sexxer and moved on to doing hardcore porn for one of the big producers. None of us were sure where she lived, but Hanna keeps in touch with her some, through Instagram and email, I think. Hanna kept saying, "Well, if she lives in New York City she can get here easy. Why
wouldn't
she come?" I told her there was lots of reasons, but Hanna's a total and complete optimist, and she kept thinking Madison would come.
Of course me and my friends hoped so, too, but the idea of actually seeing Madison in person and talking to her about her new life sort of freaked me out a little. After growing up with her around, seeing her do porn has been really strange. It's almost hard to believe she's the same person. She's about as hot as any porn girl I've ever seen, super small, like five feet tall and maybe a hundred pounds, with no fake tits or anything. She's all real, with the sweetest ass and tits you've ever seen on somebody her size.
Back in high school she and Hanna were tight. Mia and Laura, too. The four of them together were, like, super close best friends, and I guess you could say they were the hot girls, except there were others who were hot, too. Guys on my teams were always saying stuff about the four of them. The guys knew saying it about Hanna pissed me off, so some of them were nicer about it, but having a hot sister had good and bad sides to it. Having her hot friends around was good, but they used to tease me so much it just about made me crazy. I took it okay though. It was fun growing up with them around.
So somehow Hanna put the deal together. She collected money from all six of us, put in her own money to cover Madison's share, found a house on a street just a block from the beach, and asked me to go look at it with her. We drove over there one day and the guy who owns it is really nice. He said his dad used to own the house, but this guy is younger, with lots of ink on his arms and an easygoing way about him. It seemed like it was pretty normal for eighteen and nineteen year old kids to rent the place, which kind of surprised me. Maybe it's because it's sort of a beat up old house that's seen better days. It's dark inside, and definitely has a party house kind of feel to it. It's not the kind of thing parents would want to rent. Hanna and I both loved it.
So it was just a few weeks later when the house was ours for the weekend. We all got there before dinnertime on Friday, and we got a bunch of pizzas from the shop down the street. My friends, Blake, Seth, and Jarod, all brought booze and weed with them, and Mia brought two cases of beer from her dad's supply. We had tons of snacks and cheese and crackers and stuff.
The first night was pretty standard — drink a bunch, get high, walk down the street to a bar where they let us in to see the band as long as we didn't buy alcohol. Afterward it was 2am and we'd been partying for a long time, so we ended up crashing after doing some whiskey shots back at the house. It was a fun night, though.
The next morning we all had hangovers. Hanna and Laura made a donut run, and then we all walked over to the beach. We got lunch there, from a hotdog cart. It was funny, I've been to Gilders Beach lots of times, like I said, but that day I felt like I was on vacation halfway across the country or something, with my own posse of bikini girls. It was pretty great hanging out with Mia and Laura like that, with them and Hanna all in new bikinis that they bought when they all went shopping the week before. They were all hot bikinis, a lot hotter than the ones our mother used to make Hanna wear. Summer had already been going for a month, so we were all tanned and looking good. Those bikinis were pretty special, though — more than a few times I had to hide the lump of a boner from Mia and Laura. And from Hanna, too, of course.
It was right after we pigged out on our lunch hotdogs when Hanna's phone lit up. "She's here you guys," Hanna said. "She's at the house." It was Madison, fresh off a train from New York City and an Uber to Gilders Beach. Hanna, Mia and Laura all walked over to the house to get her, and then, about ten minutes later, there they were, the four best friends all back together, walking toward us guys on the beach. It was weird, because Madison looked different than the others. It was mostly because of her haircut, I guess. Modern. Urban. Pornstar, maybe? Can a haircut make you look like one? She wore a normal bikini, like the other girls, and like I said, her tits are super nice and natural. I don't know what it was, she just seemed...a little different than she used to.
"Oh my God! Mikey!" she said, walking straight to me for a tight, squeezing hug. "I didn't think
you'd
be here."
"Did Hanna tell you there'd be guys here, too?" I said.
"Yeah, but..she's wilder than I thought, bringing
you
along."
She gave Hanna some kind of a look that I couldn't see. I wondered if it was because I was younger and...I don't know, maybe not cool enough. She gave Blake and Seth and Jared hugs, too, but she didn't know them as well, so they weren't super nice squeezy hugs like the one I got.
And that was all it took — she wasn't different anymore, she was just Madison. It was nice. I got the feeling she was really glad to be with us. The only weird thing that happened was some older dude came over and asked her for her autograph. Madison was really nice about it, even posing for a selfie with him. Mia said he was kind of cute, but it was weird to think about him watching Madison fuck a bunch of guys. Of course I'd watched her fuck a bunch of guys, too, so maybe it wasn't all that weird. It's just life these days. Porn's been a part of my life since I first figured out how to type at a keyboard, so I guess, really, it's no big deal.
