“Hehe” I giggled as he squeezed my butt under the water. I leaned closer to hug and kiss him. As I did this he leaned forward, squeezed both my cheeks as he picked me up and had me straddle his waste. He massaged my back as a laid my head down on his shoulder. I laid there enjoying the moment when I felt him discreetly untying my top.

“Ohh no you don’t,” I quickly pushed him away, laughing. He was always trying to get me to do different things, strip in the woods; run around naked at night, and now this.

He feigned a puppy face at me, “Why not”

“That look never works on me haha.”

“We’re at the beach; no one is looking at us. Plus you can’t even see a foot into the water.

“Hell no body, not happening” He enjoyed taking me out of my comfort zone, forcing me into doing stuff I never thought I would. And truthfully I enjoyed it sometimes to: the adrenaline rush as I let out my inner slut. But this wasn’t something I was ready to try. I was not having sex in front of all these people on the beach, no matter if they knew or not.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he says, arms open to embrace me in a hug.

“I’m not stupid,” I turn to swim away. “I know you’re trying to pull something”

“How could you” He acts like I accused him of killing someone. Then he jumps at me before I can get too far and wraps me in his arms.

“You’re a jerk” I say, struggling to get free, half playfully, half really. I know he isn’t going to hurt me but I also know he’s going to try and make me do something that’s going to push my boundaries.

“I’m not doing anything,” he says innocently as I feel his hand move south. He starts rubbing me through my bathing suit.

“Ohh no you don’t mister.” I squeeze my legs tightly together, not allowing him to touch me.

“I don’t know why you try to fight it; you know I’m going to win.” He pins my hands to the side of my body as I wriggle to get free. I try pinching him, but he’s moved in a way where I can’t get my hands to him. We always play fight like this so he has gotten very good at holding me down. I feel his hands go toward my bottom, untying the strings that hold it up.

“Don’t make me scream,” I say.

“Haha, children everywhere are screaming,” he laughs, “no one is going to know the difference.”

“Ahhh” I scream, half giggling, half trying to get him off, and only a small fraction of me enjoying wrestling around with my boyfriend. Finally he’s undone both ties and I can feel him remove it from my body, leaving me exposed. He lets me go and moves away.

“There, was that so bad.” He laughs, breathing a little heavy from the struggle.

“Give it back or you’re dead,” I glare at him in my mean face, but he knows I’m not really mad. I’m more embarrassed than anything, even though no one can tell; I don’t like the feeling of being exposed like this. He starts walking away toward the beach. I start to follow and then remember I can’t go too shallow.

“Get back here a hole,” I shout.

“Ohh, now you want me to come back,” but he starts running toward the area where all our stuff is on the beach.

“Get back here” I scream, helpless to go after him. I just stand there, looking at all the kids and parents playing in the water. One waves to me. I wave back, my face as red as a tomato, as I wade into the deeper waters. Finally he returns.

“Where is it? I ask, looking at his empty hands.

“It’s safe,” he says.

“You’d better go back there and get it” I say starting to get a little pissed.