“Mmm,” I hummed. “We need to get some coconut oil to play with back home.”

“I can’t believe you actually did that,” Bethany breathed as she finished covering me with oil.

Just then two older guys walked by us as Bethany lay down beside me. I heard one guy mutter to the other, “Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.”

“Damn, dude, too young,” the other one said and punched his buddy in the arm. Bethany and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. Pervs were everywhere.

The warm sun and sea breeze eased Bethany to sleep while the aching need in my stomach kept me staring at her...