Bitchin’ Sizzling Beach Night with the Hot Girl of My Dreams, But Then She Vanishes

Eight-month pursuit ends with a tale of romance, passion and lost love

While I was sneaking off to have sex at a prom after party in a Marriott bathroom, my buddy, Reynolds Anderson, was hooking up with Nikki Anderson.

The girl of my dreams, who I had a crush on the past eight months.

Both had crappy dates, ditched their dates, met up at Reynolds’ hotel room, and drink daiquiris. And more daiquiris.

Eventually, Nikki and Reynolds got naked in the hotel pool spa. Kissing, touching, and other fun pursuits.

Then I walked by.

Right as Nikki was climbing out of the jacuzzi to find her towel.

Terrible timing. Or great timing depending how you view it.

I just stood there fixated her hot, smooth, curvy, naked body.

I blushed and said something dorky like “looks like I better go.”

One month later

Approaching a senior high-school party, I saw her perched on a small brick ledger, legs crossed, wearing faded, acid Levi jeans, a bright t-shirt, sexy black leather jacket, and simple black Flojo sandals to highlight her bright, sexy teal nail polish.

The girl of my dreams again. This time fully clothed.

Nikki Anderson.

Dark brown, wavy hair about shoulder length with the most beautiful, engaging blue eyes.

And, of course, never able to erase the engrained photo of her naked body that memorable prom night.

Breaking the ice

Hey, Mike!” shouted Nikki with the world’s biggest grin.

Her voice, smile, and eyes completely threw me off my game. “Hey, Nikki. What a totally awesome surprise.”

“Yeah, not in the flesh this time. Fully clothes.”

“Um, yeah. I love the outfit,” I stammer as my beet red face returns.

“So, how’s the party,” I added nervously, not knowing what else to say.

“Completely lame. A fight is ready to break out. People doing pot. I’m sure the police will be by any minute …”

“Great timing, as usual,” I interrupted and joked.

“The night is still young, Mike,” she said right as “Heat of the Moment” by Asia started playing from inside the party.

I wanted to respond, let’s get out of here, but don’t — the fear of rejection imprisoned me.

“Do you wanna get out of here? She asked.

Boy would I ever!

“Sounds awesome, rad.”

A Flock of Seagulls’ “I Ran” is now playing at the party as we saunter over to her car for a much-awaited getaway.

California dreaming

We jumped in her ’78 yellow Volkswagen bug and sped off as the muffler rumbled. “Boys of Summer” by Don Henley plays on the car speaker.

“Damn, I love this song,” I said. “This is my senior go-to song. It always gets me in a great mood.”

“I love it, too. Especially, if it gets you in a mood,” she said with a wink.

We turned left on Pacific Coast Highway towards the beach as “You’re the inspiration” by Chicago played on the car radio.

Torrance Beach

We park on Esplanade Street with a beautiful, scenic view of the Pacific Ocean. Waves softly roared soothingly and meshed into the sand.

“What a beautiful night,” Nikki said. “I got a few Coors Lights and some California Coolers in the trunk.”

“I’m on it. Which would you like?”

“A cooler, please?”

Returning with the alcoholic beverages and hoping to calm my nerves I asked, “Wanna play a game?”

“Sure. I’m game for anything, she said, winking again.

The radio game

“As soon as a tune pops up, the first person to name the song and artist, the other person drinks.”

“Hmmm … not sure if I can keep up. How well do you know music?”

“Just a little bit,” I said, smirking.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Oh, I was born ready,” Nikki responded with a trace of sarcasm.

My left index finger pushed the knob and the radio started displayed fast-moving, undecipherable climbing numbers, then…

“You’re motoring. What’s …”

“‘Sister Christian’ by Night Ranger,” I belted out full of gusto, forgetting I’m in a car with a girl I’ve had a crush on forever.

“Oh my!” she laughed. “So intense.”

She nonchalantly dropped her right hand on my left thigh. I reciprocated by placing my left hand on top of her hand, cupping my fingers around her palm, and giving her a gentle squeeze.

Lips like sugar

She takes the cooler bottle to her lips. Lips I’ve yearned for and envisioned kissing more than hundred times.

Our eyes meet. We stare intensely into each other’s eyes. I glance out the side window. Both because I am incredibly nervous and flustered, but also worried that someone will view our underaged drinking.

“OK, round two,” I said quickly to break the ice.

Again, the radio knob is pushed and the numbers spin and jumble.

“There’s a little…”

“‘King of Pain’ by the Police,” I called out fast.

“OK, I don’t think I can keep up with you. This isn’t fair. How can I distract you?” she asked, as she reached over and tickled my left rib playfully.

The kiss

There’s a The Brady Bunch episode where fireworks are going off in Bobby’s head as he makes out with Millicent. That’s the same sensation I got when Nikki reached over and gave me a sensual kiss, introducing me to her soft, succulent lips.

My right hand rubbed against her right cheek and my left hand gently touched her neck, and then ran through her dark, soft, smooth, beautiful-smelling hair.

“Mmmmm … how nice,” she said, as her eyes continued to gaze intently into mine.

“Amazing,” I added.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to need some air.”

Walking on the beach

I took her hand as we slowly walked down the concrete ramp at Torrance beach. The waves continued to make a powerful yet peaceful and romantic noise as they crashed to shore.

We get to the sand. She held my left arm tightly, so she could slide off her black sandals.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment since September,” I finally confessed.

“Oh my gosh, I have too,” she said. “I still remember the first time I saw you on campus. I asked my friends who you were. They said ‘I don’t know, he must be new. We’ll find out.’”

“Then the timing never worked out,” I said.

“Until tonight,” she quickly pointed out.

“Yes, I’m glad it did.”

“Real glad,” Nikki said, grinning and squeezing my hand.

“This kinda reminds me of Grease, hooking up in the summer and all.”

“Yes, like Danny and Sandy,” she laughed.

“Tell me more, tell me more did you get very far,” I sang — a crappy, off-key rendition that would make John Travolta cringe.

She couldn’t control her laughter and leaned in again to plant a kiss, as we made out again.

“I’d more than love to have a summer like that,” she finally said.

“But they didn’t realize they both attended the same high school in the fall.”

“And you are off to Fresno, while I’m heading to Ohio State,” Nikki said.

“Bummer,” I replied, “But let’s make the most of the next three months,” and this time I leaned in to kiss those tasty, luscious lips.

The lifeguard station

We came to a light-blue lifeguard Station. I squeezed her hand, nodded to the ramp, and lightly pulled her up. We sat at the top of the lifeguard station, our feet intertwined dangling over the end.

We discussed things like our favorite bands, TV shows, and movies. Our conversation shifted to what we thought about school, our friends, and South High teachers.

We talked about all the fun things we’d like to do that summer: trips to the beach, movie dates, campfires, baseball games, dinner dates, bike rides, parties, and plenty of making out. But, also we cherished the now. Took in the moment. Every second. Every kiss.

Enjoyed holding hands. Enjoyed each other’s company after waiting eight, long months.

“Brrr … it’s getting cold,” she finally said.

I took this opportunity to pull her in close, wrapped my left arm around her tightly. She responded by moving her head in towards me and resting her head on my chest.

“This is so nice. It’s perfect,” she said.

“I don’t ever want this evening to end,” I said.

How it ended

We saw each other all summer, and then it was painstakingly hard — tears dripped from my eyes — when she had to fly to Ohio. We wrote a few letters here and there, but then we lost touch.

Though I never stop thinking about her. Wondering where she is. What she is doing. And how her life turned out.

My Lost love.

Thanks for reading.

Tagging those I hope may enjoy: Scot Butwell, Scott Younkin, Lu Skerdoo, Deborah Camp, Sandra Jasionowska, Sreese, Susan Wheelock, Kristine Laco, Victoria Valentine, Jane Kelley, Janet Meisel, Pam Winter, David Perlmutter, Lisa’s Desk Chat. Susan Wheelock

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