Her hands fluttered over her moist pussy mound then, brushing the feathery curls aside and pulling apart the swollen cuntlips. The slick clicking of her fingers rubbing in and out of her hole cut through the night air as she masturbated to relieve the pulsing tension. When she came, the feeling was frighteningly overpowering. Was that what she'd feel when she was married and her husband went to bed with her? Would it be stronger? The girl had to stuff her whitened knuckles in her mouth to keep from crying out.

"Alone?"

The sudden intrusion of a human voice in her reverie made the girl jump. Traci dropped her hands and jerked her head around.

"I… uh, no. My girlfriend's around," Traci stammered, looking around for Emily. Where was she?

"That's all right. I'll keep you company. The beach isn't too safe, especially right now."

"That's all right… I…"

But the young man wouldn't take no for an answer. Frantically Traci searched the darkening beach for her friend. But Emily still hadn't emerged from the bathroom some hundred feet away.

"Nice… nice."

Traci's scalp crinkled with terror as she folded her arms over her tits, trying to hide as much of her body as she could. Turning, the blonde teen studied the man sitting next to her. There was no doubt he was handsome, tall, someone that made heat concentrate in the furry bundle between her legs. She felt her pussy swell as his eyes narrowed, studying her as she studied him. The sounds of his breathing sent jolts of terror mixed with something like hope racing through her mind. In a perverted instant the girl wished Emily weren't coming back. The wind picked up, blowing her hair around her neck. Her flesh puckered up into goosepimples. Traci stirred, reaching in her beach bag and pulling out her towel. She draped it over her shoulders, spotting Emily now.

"Oh, there's my friend," she said. Traci felt a wave of relief rush through her mind. Further down, she wasn't so glad. Her body had seemed to melt, to deflate. Her tits lost their tingle and her cunt closed up tight under the tangled thicket of hair.