"Fucked?" Pepper repeated.

Diane had to hold back a delighted laugh. Pepper had looked so sweet and innocent. Yet, it was exciting to Diane, thrilling to hear her daughter saying the word fuck.

And now, since that day, Pepper often sprinkled her conversation with the word fuck every chance she had. She used the words cock and pussy almost constantly when she talked to her mother.

Also, since she had seen that young couple near the old pier, Pepper had been determined to get fucked. And today was the day, she told herself.

Pepper had gotten out of bed this morning with a tingle in her slender, yet very shapely, body. She had met a boy her age on the beach the day before. She thought he was the best-looking boy she had ever seen, and he was interested in her. She had let the boy kiss her, and it made her lips warm. The boy lived in the city, and he seemed to know more about fucking than Pepper did. She didn't really know anything except that a cock was supposed to go inside her pussy. But this boy seemed to know all about it from the way he talked.

She hurried through breakfast and was out the door before Diane knew what was going on.

Pepper wore her small polka-dot bikini, her slim thighs flashing in the warm sun as she ran down the beach where she had agreed to meet the boy. Hardly anyone was on the beach this early.

The boy was not there, and she felt disappointed. Sitting on the warming sand, she thought about kicking him in his balls when he showed up. She had heard her mother tell her father that one time and she liked the way it sounded.

She had a sandcastle started by the time the boy arrived, and all thoughts of kicking him in his balls evaporated.

"Hi," she said, almost shyly.

"I had to eat breakfast," the boy said, making a face. "I hate breakfast, don't you?"