When they arrived at Wasaga Beach, surprisingly only a few people were there.
They strolled along the white sand shore, soaking in the sight of the emerald-green water. Then, they saw a pair of seabirds glide over the water.
She broke the silence, whispering, “Have you ever been with a girl before?”
“Not … not exactly,” he stammered.
She smiled up at him, "When you watch me through your telescope, do you do it to yourself?”
He felt embarrassed and lowered his voice as he answered, “I used to… a long time ago.”
She leaned against him, murmuring, “You know when a woman wants a man, she gets all wet inside.”
Suddenly, she grabbed his right hand, placed it on her left leg, and slid his hand further and further up. When she began to moan, he shuddered, breathing more and more heavily…
He clutched her thigh and caught his breath; then he released his grip. “Already?” She smiled
a lone star
on the tip of a crescent moon
that summer in our eyes
Published in Contemporary Haibun Online, 7:4, December 2011
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