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Joe took a right and headed for the Marina. He pulled into the Safeway parking lot. "What are we doing here?" Angela asked.
The Marina Green, a park leading down to the slips of the Yacht Club, sparkled in emerald contrast to the surrounding blues. Angela pulled out sunglasses from her purse.
"I'm accommodating your desire for a walk," Joe said. "Don't wear those glasses. I like to see your eyes."
"That's like saying don't wear clothes, I want to see your body," Angela answered, leaving the glasses on.
"Works for me," Joe said.
The wind was brisk near the water, blowing tendrils of Angela's hair out of the bun and into her face. "At least take down your hair, then," Joe said. When she didn't answer, he gently pulled on the bun, trying to get it loose.
"Oh, for crying out loud," she said, laughing. "You've messed it up, anyway," she added, taking down her hair. The breeze blew the bronze strands all about. He smoothed it down, one side rising when he smoothed the other. They came to the small grove of eucalyptus trees at the end of the Green. The wind was blocked, and the menthol aroma engaged the scent of the sea.
Joe turned Angela toward him, his back against a tree. The shredding light green bark contrasted with his black hair. He put his arms around Angela, he kissed her. She leaned away, and he put his hand into her hair, and held her head to him. His tongue pressed into her opening mouth, touched her teeth, her tongue. She opened her lips to him, leaned into his hand, as her body yielded to what she had wanted all day.
(Okay, it gets lots hotter from here, but you have to be 18!)
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