I look up ahead as a brightly-lit pier in front of a massive steel gate comes into view. A tiny chill moves down my spine as we get closer, a nervous excitement building within me. All of the other boys and girls are standing along the rail of the ship, staring in gap jawed amazement, as we pull up to the dock and the huge doors begin to swing open.
The bright light of crystal clear day spills out into the foggy murk surrounding the outer walls. Carnival music and the scent of popcorn and hot-dogs floats in to the air on a light breeze. As soon as the gangplanks hit the deck, the mass of young men charge them and hit the shore at an all out sprint.
The mad rush slows slightly as some older guys in colorful uniforms at gate take each boy and girl's ticket and stamp their hands with a rubber stamp. They said it was for readmission to the park, but that strikes me as odd, since there is nowhere to go outside of the park's walls. Though confused, I let them stamp my hand anyway. I look at the mark left behind and notice that in the rush only about half of the design was transferred, unlike the full image on my boyfriend's hand. It looks like some sort of animal surrounded by the words Pleasure Island, with the words in red ink and the animal, some sort of horse maybe, in brown.
The stamp is quickly forgotten as my boyfriend Tayler pulls me along into the park. Giant roller casters loom in front of us, each screaming along their tracks, just waiting for the riders. Row upon row of buildings off to the right seem to be all manner of arcades, pool halls, and even taverns. Branching of to the left of the main midway is a wide path leading to what appears to be an incredible water park, full of slides, fountains, and pools. I gaze in wonder at it all, not even knowing where to start first.
"Come on, let's hit the coasters first before there's a line," Tayler shouts as he starts to run in that direction.
I took his hand and we ran. After a few trips around on some wicked coasters, Tayler and I stop at a concession stand and find that they have everything from popcorn and candy to cigarettes and beer, not only that but it's all free. I get a couple hot dogs and a beer while Tayler gets a large box of milk duds and a pack of cigarettes. I'd never known Derrick to smoke before and it turns out I was right. I nearly fall over laughing when he coughs and gags on the thick smoke.
We both grab a few more beers then make our way to the water park. Once inside the park we found the locker rooms and the changing stalls, only when I opened my purse, I realized I had forgotten to pack a swimsuit.
"Shit, Tayler, looks like I'll have to skip the pool, I forgot my suit," I shouted over the barrier between us.
"Oh no you don't," he shouted back, " I planed for this, I brought along a spare for you."
Though I shouldn't have been surprised, I was still a little shocked when his hand reached over the top of the stall and presented me with a micro bikini G-string. Now I had a very well developed body enough despite my young age, but I'm not nearly as comfortable wearing next to nothing in public as my boyfriend wanted.
"Uh... I don't know about this, Tayler."
"Just put it on, nobody's even gonna notice you."
Still nervous, but with no other options, I stripped and pulled on the tight little garment. Once I was sure all of my bits and pieces where covered and not overly obvious, I opened the door of the stall to find Tayler standing there wearing nothing but a smirk and his speedo.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight. The sight of his tanned and toned body was as close to heaven as anything I had ever imagined and the bulge in the stretchy speedo was impressive.
"Good, it fits. Looks good on you," he said, smiling before he pinched my butt with his left hand.
Tayler was right, nobody paid me any attention. Several other girls were also wearing some, while others just swam in anything from their street clothes or underwear to a few of the more daring (or more intoxicated) ones wearing nothing at all. We spent the next couple of hours horsing around and riding the many different water slides. I had to try very hard not get overly excited every time I touched his nearly naked body.
Later, Tayler and me jumped out of the water and walked off to the locker rooms. I went into one of the stalls and started to peel of the my bikini when I heard the door open. Tayler stepped in, still wearing his speedo, and shut the door behind him.
"Sweetheart, I can't resist anymore. Can we...?"
I was so surprised by the question I dropped my towel and just starred at him. Tayler stepped up closer to me and took my hand.
"Baby, I feel so horny for some reason. Do you, umm... wanna, you know...?"