Egg nog was flowing and so were hormones. The shrill laughter of playing kids in the distance suggested all was well. Most of the adults were in small... groups around fire pits, drinking, cackling and sharing stories. With drink in hand, I sat by myself with my back to the window wall of the great room behind me. I was perfectly content just taking it all in, watching Heather swim laps by herself, feeling the anticipation of what her body would look like in her skimpy swimsuit as it clung to her. He told her it was either suck right then and there with people sitting all around them, or lose her virginity in his car after the movie! The way he had roughly shoved her to the dirty sticky floor told her there was no way he would settle for hand jobs any more. Fellatio was the only way she could preserve her precious cherry. She had to submit to his oral desires, or risk the shame of getting a bun in the oven before she ever met and married Mister Right!It still bothered her that he became. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.Her name was Cindy, and she worked the evening shift at the local Seven-Eleven. In those better days, stores provided free coffee to customers, and my crew and I always stopped at Cindy’s store to grab cigarettes and whatever on the way to the rig. One evening, Jake asked me if I had ever noticed that Cindy was always reading a Penthouse Forum when we came in. I hadn’t noticed, but would check it out the next time we stopped in. Cindy was about five. Tim said something, another warning maybe, butI was intent on that music. I needed to see the source of Rio and herdancing on the sand.Dancing on the sand; the beach spun and swirled as I danced. Satin tickledmy neck and shoulders, swirled around my legs. A bonfire of driftwood sentsparks towards the stars, moonlight glittered from the wavelets hissingalong the sand. The girls laughed and danced too, the boys were watching,smiling, hungry - all but one of them who wasn't touched by dancing,.