"I like it," Pepper replied.

They were quiet for a while, the boy fidgeting and Pepper anxious. Neither seemed to know how to start this off. Finally, the boy said: "You didn't change your mind, did you?"

"No, did you?"

"Then you still want to do it?"

"That's what I came for," Pepper replied.

"Let's go."

They held hands shyly, walking toward the rotting pier. They walked beneath the pier until they were concealed. They stood in awkward silence, each waiting for the other to do something.

"Aren't you suppose to take your bikini off?" the boy finally asked, blushing and not looking at Pepper.

"Don't you know?" she asked. "You told me you did it before."

"I lied," the boy confessed.

"Do you know what we're supposed to do?" Pepper wanted to know.

"I thought you did," he said, shuffling his feet in the sand.

"We're supposed to get naked. You do it first," Pepper said.

"Aw, you go first," the boy replied, shuffling his feet nervously. "You do it first, then I will."

"Okay," Pepper agreed.

She untied her halter, letting it fall to the sand. The boy tried not to look at her.

"You're supposed to watch me get naked," Pepper told him.

He looked then, his eyes wide, his mouth open. "Golly!" he gasped.

Pepper had small titties with pink nipples that were already hard with excitement. She opened the tie strings at her hips and the skimpy bikini bottom fell to her feet. The boy's mouth was hanging open as he stared at her.

She had a light growth of dark fuzz on her cunt. Her pussy lips were swollen now with excitement as she stood before him. She was waiting for him to undress. The front of his trunks had something bulging at them.

"Are you going to just look at me?" she said. "You're supposed to be naked, too. Take your trunks off. It's not fair for you to see me and I can't see you."