Well... I say this a lot, but I've really gone and made a big mistake here. It hasn't even been a week since I met up (er, "met up") with my high school crush Roxie, and she somehow talked me into taking a trip to the beach with her. Now that I'm here, waiting for her to arrive, I've started to, um, realize a few things that might've been important enough to mention.
For starters, I can't swim. This is the most important detail, maybe. I could sort of float when I was younger, but the waves are choppy, and like I've mentioned before, I've gained a bit of chub recently. ...Not that it's a bad thing or anything. I'm very happy to be filling up after years of having my ribs just barely poking out of my chest. Plus, I look cute on this one-piece swimsuit! I hope she likes it... er, hang on, I'm getting sidetracked. I forgot I'm really anxious about this. Anyway, the beach is fun and all, but there's... actually no one here? Roxie insisted on going to a spot with zero people. I guess this works, but it's a little scary. What if something goes wrong and no one comes along to help out? What if she gets hurt? Oh god, what if I drown? What if a shark eats us both and--
Okay, hang on. I'm clearly overthinking this. Waiting a whole ten minutes for her to arrive brought out the jittery side of me, so I'll calm myself down a bit. Someone left an umbrella right in front of me, so maybe I'll just lie down and put on some sunscreen. My plans are interrupted, though, because someone else is already lying down here. And it's not Roxie.
"Heya, Al." A soft, relaxed voice calls out to me, coming from a rather short possum that I  immediately recognize. It's... an old friend from high school? Another one?!
"Karen!" I joyfully blurt out by instinct, forgetting that I almost sat on her just now. "What're you doing here?! It's been ages!"
"Catching some rays, duh. I'm taking a nice break from doing nothing." Like old times, heh. "More importantly... where'd you get that swimsuit, Alex?"
I can already feel like my heartbeat's climbing into a fine buzzing noise. I wasn't expecting to see anyone here, much less someone I know, so I figured it'd be fine if I wore it here... what the hell do I do...?
"Uh, well... it's a long story, but..." I babble on, digging deep to find a proper excuse. I probably shouldn't tell her that-- "I'm a girl." Oh no. I knew I was gonna say that out loud.
"Whoooaaaa! Really?! That's neat, I think! Good for you!" Wh... okay. Somehow, some way, I'm two-for-two on friendly responses to me coming out. Phew. Also, I'm turning into mush.
"Thank you... I'm proud of it, and I'm happy about it, and I struggled with this for a long time, and it was just recently that a person who's dear to me said that she--" I go off on a massive tangent without even noticing it. Next thing I know, I hear a familiar voice. Right behind me.
"Lookin' good, honey." It's Roxie. I can tell by the suave, yet endearing tone of her voice. And by the fact that she just came up and put her powerful hands on my hips.
"WAH! Roxie!" I yell, even though she's half a foot away from my face. "I didn't see you there!"
"I did," she tells me. "Your swimsuit looks fucking great. Even though it's a bit too small for you. Did you notice?" I didn't, but a compliment is a compliment.
"Welp, my work here is done," says Karen with a shrug as she gets up and grabs her bag. "Have fun, you two. And congrats, Alex. I'm proud and stuff." She gives me a big hug-- or, as big a hug as someone of her size can give me-- before she walks away with an oddly triumphant look in her eyes. Man, we didn't even get a chance to catch up!
"I paid her so she'd camp for our spot," Roxie whispers to me.
"Huh? But, there's not even anyone here..."
"Yeah, I noticed, heh heh." She grins and sticks her tongue out, like she just did a silly goof. "But don't mind her. We have a beach to ourselves now, baby."
Before I can wonder why she's been calling me "baby" and "honey," or bask in the glory of an empty beach in a lazy summer afternoon, Roxie pulls me closer. Her boobs bump into my face, which quickly turns my cheeks red and causes my eyes to dart around, anywhere but there. My attempts to say something cool come out as flustered and incoherent stammering as soon as our eyes lock.
"Hey. Let's go swim together for a while," she says, sliding her hands down my back. If I end up drowning here, at least I'll go out satisfied.
"I can't swim," I say, biting my lip. Wait, that's definitely not what I meant to say. Then again, it's working out fine, as Roxie has a giggle fit over it.
"It's fine," she assures me, before leaning in for the money line. "...I'll make sure to hold you real tight." I can't get heart attacks this early, right?
Regardless of my swimming skills, Roxie wasted no time dragging me along to the relative safety of waist-deep ocean water. It's, uh, kinda cold. But not "Brrr!" cold. I get used to it quick. Certain things that, um, stiffen up when it's cold don't stand out too much with my swimsuit. But Roxie... her bikini, small and sorta thin, doesn't leave much to the imagination. Has she even noticed? I mean, she doesn't seem phased by the chilly water in the slightest; she's already swimming all over the place and riding waves like she's a cub again. I've only known her as this intimidating wrestler who I was lucky enough to talk to after class sometimes, so seeing her all giddy like this is eye-opening. I'm tempted to call it... cute, in a way. 
"Hey, Alex," she says as she swims towards me. "Hop in." The way she says it makes me think she's trying to look hot, but she can only flirt so well when she's hastily dog-paddling towards me. I hopped in anyway.
She isn't planning to let me ride her, though (god, someday); instead, she gets back on her feet and picks me right up, as smoothly and effortlessly as she did when we reunited, and I find myself inches away from her face again, being given a golden opportunity to do something about it. I think Roxie's aware of it, too, because her goofy smile's now turning into an inviting smirk. I'm moments away from going for it.
That is, until we lose our grips on each other. And I fall right back into the water.
A surprised "Oh, shit!" was all I heard in the few seconds before and after I went under. I didn't die or anything, but I did get saltwater in my mouth, which isn't great. I can tell Roxie was legit worried by how she jostled me to the surface with what felt like the strength of a hundred people.
"Alex? You okay?" she asks, sounding like I had just escaped the netherworld or something.
"I'm fine," I answer right back, somewhat woozy, but safe and sound in her arms. Her comforting arms. Her big, warm arms, that are grabbing me in places that haven't really been grabbed by anyone.
The mood has completely changed now. What started as a genuine scare is turning into an unusually tense moment. Our sights are so set on each other that I didn't really notice I'm grabbing her arms now, and caressing them so I can feel how strong her hold on me was when she got me out of the water. I didn't even notice that I'm back on my feet now, and still held tight. The only thing that lets me know me that this isn't a fantasy scenario or a hallucination is the tingling feeling I get when the cold waves hit our legs.
I close my eyes and lean in.
Her lips meet my own.
Her hands swiftly brush their way up my body, until they reach my face, and they cradle my cheeks with a light and delicate touch I didn't know she had.
Her kisses soon become faster, messier, more hurried. I try to keep up, but my mind is going numb from the ways her tongue wrestles with mine. Without thinking, I start letting out meek, but audible moans. Meanwhile, all I hear from her is the way her breath becomes hurried, and all I feel is her hands coming back down.
My senses tune out the water we're standing on, but not the fingers that are sliding under my swimsuit and getting a fine handful of my ass, or the warmth that envelops my mouth as Roxie -- the person I've looked up to and wanted to be with -- stuffs it full with her own. I've wanted this for as long as I've known her. My hands are sliding under her bikini, too. I feel up her buttcheeks about as thoroughly as she felt mine. But this goes a little farther.
A pair of hands just got off me and landed on my own. From somewhere above me -- my eyes are closed shut by the complete, utter bliss I'm in -- Roxie's voice, uncharacteristically tender, calls out to me. 
"Alex, honey. Before we go... I want to show you something real quick. Just a peek."
Is she talking about... her bikini? I feel a smidge of hesitation as I hear this, but that goes away fast when I feel her hands guiding my own, and pulling her own strings loose. I can only bear to keep my eyes open when I realize this is exactly what she wants, and I'm sharing this moment with her.
Her top comes off first, revealing a sizeable, dazzling set of breasts that easily dwarf my own. Her nipples have gotten remarkably stiff thanks to both her climbing arousal and the cold waters surrounding us. I try to grab a handful, repaying the favor of sorts she gave me when she fondled my own, but she takes my hands again, this time downwards. As soon as I start pulling her lower piece's strings loose, she grabs my hair and pushes me to my knees, positioning herself right above me. I think I know exactly what she wants right now. Soon enough, I'm face to face with the subject of my wettest dreams: her glistening pussy, folds opened and leaking sweet nectar. Did I... do this to her? Does she think about me... the way I've thought about her for years and years? How far does she want me to take this?
With all the questions racing through my mind, I barely noticed she's put her bikini back on, and pulled me back to my feet once again. The things I just saw are things I hope I never, ever, ever forget. Just when I think our little moment is over and I can go home to frolic in the privacy of my bedroom, the next words that come out of Roxie's mouth get my heart racing and turn my voice into a garbled mess all over again.
"Let's go to my place, honey."