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With my free hand, I covered my eyes from the sun. Marshall was doing the same. We neared the water, Marshall let go of my hand and ran into the water. He dived into the water, making a big splash. Marshall's head popped up from under the water.
I gripped the bottom of my dress and pulled it over my head. Marshall eyes looked like they were gonna pop out of his eye sockets. A smirk grew on my face. I threw my dress and towel on the sandy beach and ran into the water. Copying Marshall I dived into the water.
The warm water covered my body. I emerged from under the water. The sun shining in my eyes. I yelped when Marshall lunged at me. He pushed me and him into the water. I landed on my ass, luckily the water wasn't to deep.
"The fuck you doing Marshall?", I asked jokingly, with a even bigger smirk on my face. "This", Marshall pulled my chin closer to him and kissing me. Even though Marshall had kissed me so many times, I always blushed. Not because I was embarrassed, I don't actually know the reason why I do, I just do.
I kissed Marshall back. He got rougher, kissing me harder. My hands ran through his hair and pulled his head closer to me, making the kiss even rougher. We finally pulled apart for a breath. I was panting a bit. Marshall was sitting, the water was up to his chest.
Once I caught my breath, I lunged at Marshall. My turn to kiss him roughly. Marshall jumped at my action and fall slightly back, landing on his hands. It didn't stop me though, I felt Marshall relax and kiss me back. His hands ran up my back and to hair. His fingers ran through my hair. I love when he does that.
Marshall stopped playing with my hair and his hands ran to my neck. He untied my bikini top, he broke the kiss to pull the top off me. Marshall threw onto the beach. Even though the water and the breeze was warm, I was cold.
Marshall returned to kissing me, he played with my breasts. I moaned while me made out. What a weird place to make out.
Marshall hands rested on my stomach, slowly lowering down. His hands reached my bikini bottom and in one swift movement he pulled it off. I helped him, by stepping out of them. Marshall threw that on the beach as well. I now completely nude with Marshall, in the warm ocean.
I sat on top of Marshall, kissing him gently. I managed to pull off Marshall's swimming shorts and throw them onto the beach. Our hands ran through each others hair, Marshall was running his fingers through mine and I was gripping his.
Marshall hands found my butt and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. My nipples grazed against his chest, sending shivers down my back. Marshall stood up and walked with me on his hips, back onto the sandy beach.
When we were further away from the water, Marshall laid me on the sand. Our eyes met. His blue eyes were fill of lust.
Marshall and I were now back inside, eating lunch. I had my beach dress back on and Marshall had a pair of baggy shorts on. Is there a time where Marshall is not breath taking or hot? I was making ham sandwiches.
"Here", I said, passing Marshall his sandwich. "Thanks babe", "Anything for my Marshy". "Heh",Marshall chuckled, taking a bite of his sandwich. I ate mine and got myself another drink.
Marshall finished off his sandwich, rested his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. Funny how I can eat faster than Marshall can. I've always eaten faster than everybody, maybe I feel like someone will eat it if I don't. Or maybe just because I love food.
I laughed to myself. My thoughts can be funny sometimes, other times they either scare me or make me feel like crying. I've always been different from other girls, well, other people.
At intermediate, I was the loner, while all the girls had groups of friends and faces caked in makeup. And I'd be on the field, listening to music, normally Marshall's music, sometime I would be crying, or sometimes I would draw.
It seemed like people just wanted to fuck with me. The popular girls would start fights with me, spit in my face, yell at me, embarrass me at school, trip me, call me names like 'whore', 'loner', 'emo'. At one point I started to cut myself, I nearly bleed out once. The boys would be worse sometimes.
The only time people stopped fucking with me, was when I punched the most popular girl in the school in the face. I broke her nose and she had to get plastic surgery. Then everyone left me alone and I got exspelled. That upset my asshole of a dad and I got a major ass whooping.
I ended up going to another school and being even more bullied. I got sexually harassed by the boys. I ended up getting in fights a lot and got kicked out of that school. My dad waited until the next year and I got enrolled in collage. Collage was way worse.
"Babe?", "What?", I asked, snapping out my thoughts. Marshall scared the fuck out of me. He was right in front of me and shaking me a bit.
"Babe, are you alright?", Marshall asked, with a worried expression. "Yeah. I was just thinking about stuff", "What stuff?", Marshall asked. "Just stuff. Don't worry about it". "Babe, I know something is wrong. Please, just tell me", Marshall begged. "Fine, I was thinking about when I younger. Like in intermediate and collage". "I bet you were one of the popular girls", "No. I was the loner who got bullied", "Babe, who would wanna bully you?", "Everyone", I said, tears threaten to fall. I tried to blink them back.
"Aw, babe come here", Marshall opened his arms. I rushed into his arms and began sobbing. "Sh... Sh", Marshall said, trying to calm me down while stroking my hair.
"You wanna tell me what they did? It might help to get out in the open", "Okay". Marshall picked me up and carried me into the lounge. He placed me on the soft couch and laid next to me. I rested my head on his chest. "So tell me what happened", Marshall said, rubbing my back. I was still sobbing. It took me a while until I managed to talk.
I told him everything.
