She would be leaving for the summer in just over a month, so when he slipped his hand softly under her blouse and began fumbling with her brassiere, she hardly resisted.
She was not prepared for what followed. His kissing had become more ardent, and he was going inside of her mouth with his tongue. Their teeth clacked each other, and his hands were all over her. Before she knew what was happening, her blouse was off and he was kissing her breasts. She was feeling the sensations all over her body. She was gasping as he pulled off her shorts and began taking off her panties. What is happening to me? She was confused, but panting.
“What are you doing, Chad?” She did not scream. She didn’t want the others to see her, not in this situation. “Stop, Chad. I don’t want to do this. I’m frightened.”
“It’s all right,” he said. “I’ve got it on.”
“You’ve got what on?”
“The condom. The one you brought in your bag. I’ve got it on. There’s no risk.”
Oh, God, she thought. Judy’s condom. What have I done? How can I get out of this? Confused, influenced by the liquor and marijuana, she lost all resistance and surrendered. It was a mistake, a painful horrible mistake. He was sticking her, and hurting her, and mumbling inanities, like “love” and “Baby” and “adore”, pumping all over her and burying her in the sand. And then it was over. He rolled off of her and lay next to her, staring at the sky and moaning like a baby. She felt disheveled and violated. She hurried to dress before anybody saw her. She had trouble finding her panties, groping around in the dark, but finally felt them and had to tug to get them out from under Chad. He was just lying there exhausted. She heard Isabelle talking to Jeff. They were getting closer.
“Help me find my shorts,” she whispered to Chad. She had her shorts on and was buttoning her blouse when Isabelle and Jeff arrived.
“We better start back,” said Isabelle.
“I guess we should,” said Susan. She was groping around in the sand with a bare foot for her brassiere.
“I’ll pack up everything in the Suburban,” said Chad.
“I’ll help,” said Jeff.
“Is everything all right, Susan?”
“Sure, why do you ask?”
“You and Chad just sound strange. You’re so quiet.”
“Everything is fine.”