Beach Awakening: My First Taste of Amélie
The beach stretched out, golden sand hot underfoot. Waves crashed rhythmically. Amélie led the way, basket swinging. My heart thumped. Picnic near the pines, she said. Secluded. I clutched my towel, swimsuit itching against my skin. One-piece, safe, covering my thick thighs, my bush. She dropped everything, peeled off her tee. Tits out, small and…