Satan School of Sophomores

Damn Good Ass Day Beaching: 6/12/15

4:30pm Friday, June 12

I can't even begin to describe how perfect today has been. I spent the morning in school, my last day as a sophomore, playing monopoly with Dale, Olive, Scarlet, and May.

At noon we (Rob, May, Kendra, Joy, Scarlet, Jeremy, Al, Jen, Cj) all went to the beach. It was fabulous. Hayley showed up with her stoner friend Tessa for a brief moment, but they left. I was disheartened that Hayley took off so quick, but it turned out fine.

Rob was all over me. He actually straddled me while I was lying on my stomach on a beach towel, and he started massaging me and kneading my ass. I've never had that happen before. I didn't think it'd happen in front of all my closest friends either. Kendra got mad and called him a jackass. But I was in complete bliss. In that split moment I thought, 'Yeah, I could fuck right now.' I was so turned on I thought I'd cum. Rob felt bad and got off when Kendra scolded him. I was sad about him having to stop putting his hands on me.

Scarlet and Jeremy kissed for the first time. It was in the water while everyone else was lying in the sun way up on the beach. Scarlet told May, Joy, and I, she still doesn't like kissing. We all told her that's fine. Some people don't like oral or holding hands.

I got offended when Scarlet told me this after I kissed her (for Practice) a few months ago, but now I see, it wasn't because I was a bad kisser. Scarlet just doesn't enjoy mouth to mouth.

I like it, because sometimes I can think about stuff and it's interesting. Also, it feels so sexy and hot. But, I like touching more. It's so fun to feel someone's hands on me. It feels so good.

The trip was a complete success. I needed time with all my friends. They're the best people I could have ever met.

May is so damn great. I wish we had become closer months ago. Her taste in music and movies and books is incredible, and she's so funny but also smart. I'm glad to have her in my life, and I will definitely see her again.

And Rob. He feels right. I never felt guilty with him. I've thrown all that sexual guilt away since I met him. I used to feel so disgusting for what I think and how I felt and all my desires. Now I feel electric and free. I let it happen. Him and I are interconnected, and I hope I mean as much to him as he means to me. He finishes my sentences and reads my thoughts. How is that possible? How does he know?

Side note: Rob's body is so fucking hot. When he had his hot hands on me I felt like I was glowing.