Warning: Mild sexual activities

Stevie and Lindsey lay in the living room on the floor passing a joint back and forth, listening to records. Debbie came in from grocery shopping, making herself known by tossing her keys loudly into the dish on the wicker table by the door. She slammed the grocery bags down onto the kitchen table.

"Need any help, Debs?" Stevie asked, giggling with Lindsey about nothing in particular. She scratched at his jeans covered thigh with her fingernails, and sat up slightly.

"No, no. You go back to performing mouth to mouth with your boyfriend while I'm slaving away around the house." she said, clearly annoyed.

"We aren't performing mouth to mouth" Stevie said with a chuckle, getting up to help Debbie put away the shopping.

"Could have fooled me. It's as if your lives depend on it!"

"I'm sorry. We don't have to hang out here."

Debbie rolled her eyes. "No, I'm sorry. I'm acting like a real jerk."

"I get it. I miss him and I don't get to see him as much as I'd like."

"I know."

"I'll be better. He has to go home tomorrow morning"

"That sucks! Hey, I know he drove up here and stuff but take my car. Go somewhere fun." Debbie says, patting her friend on the shoulder.

"You're the best!" Stevie retrieved the car keys, pulled Lindsey up from the floor and drug him out the door. She grabbed a silk scarf and her sunglasses and hopped into the driver's seat of Debbie's car. Lindsey got into the passenger's seat and she started up the car.

Lindsey gave her a look. "You drive?" he asked, watching her as she tied the scarf over her hair and put on her oversized sunglasses. She looked like a movie star.

"Yeah, who doesn't?"

"We won't...die, will we?" Stevie giggled and put the car into gear, heading down the road to nowhere in particular. "You didn't answer my question" he said and she laughed again, flooring it in Debbie's old rag top convertible. "Where are we going?"

"Hmm...I don't know. Maybe we could get a bite to eat or see a movie...maybe we could go to the beach? I know this great little spot."

"Where is it?"

"Venice"

"But that's...five hours away!"

"I've got gas money. Don't be so square. Deb and I do this all the time." Stevie said and he relaxed a little. She rubbed his thigh again, creeping her hand closer and closer to his zipper. She touched him through his jeans and his head fell back, eyes closed. She smiled to herself as she drove, facing forward the entire time. He removed her hand and leaned over, kissing her neck and bare shoulder, as she wore just a tube top, and jeans. "Stop, babe" She pressed her cheek to her shoulder trying to close his access to her neck.

"Want me to stop?" he purred, teasing her with soft open mouthed kisses.

"Wait a little longer" she tells him.

"I can't wait."

"Behave yourself and I promise you will be rewarded."

"I can't behave, mama. I was born to be wild"

She snorted. "You're such a goofball!"

By the time they arrived at Venice Beach, it was dark. The beach felt secluded, save for a few old men with metal detectors lurking about. They got out of the car and sat on the sand. Immediately, he pushed her down, untying her silk scarf. He lay on top of her in push up position, kissing her sensually. He stroked her hair from her face, pulling down her top and exposing her breasts. She gasped as he rubbed a thumb over her erect nipple, replacing it quickly with his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, watching her reaction. Her eyes were closed, her back arching as he made even the slightest contact with her body. He reaches down and unzips her jeans, pulling the fly wide. He holds her hip inside her jeans, grinding against her thigh. He moves from her breast, to her neck then up to her lips. He prodded her mouth with the tip of his tongue, begging for entrance and she gladly granted it. She wrapped her arms around him, bringing him in closer to lay his weight on her. Their exchange became heated and needy as he began pushing her jeans down her hips and thighs. Noticing the piercing beep of a metal detector beside them, caused them to freeze in their position.

"Don't worry kids. Me and my gal used to neck on the beach all the time." said the old man, laughing heartily. Stevie blushed, hoping she would somehow getting buried in the sand. Lindsey found it amusing, kissing her lips softly.

"Linds, let's swim" Stevie suggested.

"I like what we're doing here. I don't have a suit, anyway." he says. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes and he shook his head. "No way, Steves."

"Are you shy?"

"You get embarrassed when some old guy sees us kissing--"

"We were doing a lot more than kissing"

"Regardless...you're totally fine with skinny dipping?"

"Fine. I'll pull my top back up and we can swim in our underwear. Deal?"

"Fine." Lindsey took off his shirt and jeans, making sure no one is looking, watching Stevie strip down quickly. "You seem like you do this all the time"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said, arching an eyebrow. She took off running toward the water and he chased after her. The beach was clearing out further, the water was freezing but neither wanted to leave. He practically tackled her, kicking off a fit of giggles as they both fell into the water. She squealed, her hair drenched, her mascara running down her face. She wipes it from under her eyes, smiling at him as she gets back to her feet. Lindsey pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her. The moon reflected off the water, giving a magical, otherworldly look to their surroundings. She stared deeply into his blue grey eyes that themselves looked just like the moon, full and bright.

"You are so beautiful" she said.

"I was just about to say the same thing to you, Steph."  They walked back up the beach, their hair salty from the sea.

"I don't want you to leave"

"I don't want to either, babe."

"What are we going to do during the times we can't be together?" she asked, making circles with her fingernails on his bare chest, laying her head on it.

"I don't know..." He stroked her wet hair at the back of her head. "You could send me dirty pictures in your letters"

She pulled away, swatting at him. "Linds!"

"What? I was just...kidding." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

"My dad was right, boys only want one thing."

"You know that's not true, Stephanie. I love you."

"I love you too." she said, kissing him. "We'd better get back. You've got to go home soon and I've got class in the morning."

"I guess you're right." Lindsey helped Stevie pull the top up on the car and secure it. He climbed into the car to strip his wet underwear off and put his jeans back on then got out to let Stevie do the same. Her top was soaked from their stint in the water and he gave her his shirt to wear. He found it so sexy for her to wear his clothes. Her nipples were hard beads from the chill and they pressed against the fabric of his shirt. He dreamed of touching her again, making love to her a final time but he knew they couldn't. His parents had already given him a pass, saying he was staying with one of the guys in the band, but they were disappointed he hadn't called earlier. His parents had been worried sick.

He drove home, letting Stevie rest. She cuddled into him and was instantly asleep on his shoulder. He was comforted hearing her even, soft breathing in his ear. He leaned over to kiss the top of her head, whispering into her hair. "I love you." She mumbled something he couldn't understand but he smiled all the same. He wrapped an arm around her, listening to the radio playing softly in the background, savoring every last minute of the time he had left with her.