Author notes: I had a crazy idea about my own teen years and the boys that I thought I loved and how they changed my life. So I decided to recreate Stephanie's teen years. It's a little crazy, but I think she's probably always had her jelly donut hormones, don't you?

August 21… Jersey Shore

I was free of my family for an entire week, vacationing with Mary Lou's family is the best. This was our fourth night in Point Pleasant, my favorite place in the entire world. My mother would probably just crap if she knew that Mr. Molnar wanted to take his wife out so badly he'd left us on our own for the night.

At least someone's parents trust us to behave ourselves, we're twelve, almost thirteen. We are going to be starting seventh grade in just a few weeks. We are women now. Could my mom see that? No! But that doesn't matter anymore, because tonight I was going to go out and be the woman my mom wouldn't allow me to be at home.

Mary Lou and I got dressed for our evening out. I'm talking denim minis, crop tops, and matching jelly shoes. Mary Lou wore the red shirt that she got for school photos and I wore the lilac and white striped one Grandma Mazer bought me at the mall last week. (At least she thought it was appropriate for me to show off my navel, "You got it, flaunt it," she'd said. Mom would have died of embarrassment and then probably grounded me again if she'd seen it.)

I pulled out my special bag of contraband, lip gloss, eye shadow, and mascara while Mary Lou hauled out her Aqua Net hairspray. We were looking like proper Jersey girls in under a half hour. We walked the mile from the rental house to the boardwalk, granted I'd rethought my idea of wearing the stupid plastic, blister causing shoes by this point, but they were still hot.

We gorged ourselves on funnel cakes, popcorn, and ice cream before hitting the arcade. We wandered up and down the rows of games checking everyone out before we settled in at the skee ball machines. It was busy enough that Mary Lou and I shared one lane, taking turns. She went first so I took the time to watch a group of boys out the corner of my eye.

The group of five boys looked like trouble walking. Three of them were occupied with games, while the other two moved around the machines. I could see one of them had a metal tool in his hand. He slipped it into the machine and instantly the game was raining quarters, the fifth guy was the catch man, stashing the quarters into his pockets.

I couldn't look away. I was completely entranced with the speed at which they emptied the games without notice. He was like magic. The catch guy nodded toward me with a wink causing the tool guy to look over at me. As soon as his dark eyes settled on me I felt the breath leave my body.

I felt like I was drowning the depths of those dark eyes, then he smiled. That smile lit up his entire handsome face. Holy crap, I felt like my panties got damp, what was that about? When he started to move toward the next machine I noticed he was about the same height as me and thin, but his arms showed the wiry muscles of someone that worked his arms. Mm, yum. I never knew boys could look that delicious, unless you count Jon Bon Jovi, but he's a god.

Mary Lou tapped on my arm for my turn at the machine. I tried to concentrate on the balls I was rolling, but I still felt like I had eyes on my back. Mary Lou leaned into me, whispering in my ear, "Steph? Those colored boys are watching us. They're kind of scary."

I rolled my eyes at her. "They're not scary. They're our age. Just because they're not from The Burg, doesn't mean they're scary."

"The fact that they're robbing this place does though," she complained.

"Here finish this game and we'll move onto something else." I handed her one of the three balls I had left to be tossed. While she worked on that I went back to sneaking peeks at the guy with the tool. I caught him peeking back at me too. I know my cheeks turned pink as I looked away. Dang, he was too cute.

Mary Lou made us walk in the opposite direction of the boys until we circled around and were in the next row of games. I straddled a motorcycle and waited for the racing game to start. I moved my body side to side taking the turns on the screen like a pro. As I was playing I noticed the guy move to my side, put his tool into the machine and jimmy something so the quarter hold was open. He filled his pocket and closed it back up.

I had completely lost track of my game as I watched him. I heard the music of the game come on. I had crashed, game over. I looked back at him angrily, but he just grinned. "You made me crash," I told him with a fake death glare.

He pulled out a quarter and slipped it into the machine. "This one's on me then," he answered in a slightly accented voice.

"That's probably the quarter I just put in there, so, it's really on me, again." I don't know where I got the courage to bait him in a conversation, but I was enjoying the way he looked at me.

"Well then, don't waste this one," he answered nodding at the screen. "Try this." Then he was behind me, pressed against my back as he put his hands around my hips, tilting me and the machine quicker than I had been able to do on my own. I know we got a really good game time, but honestly I could care less. The moment he pressed himself against my back and I felt his breath on my neck I got the weirdest tingle run up and down my spine, like electrical currents.

When the game was over he climbed down and held out his hand for me. I looked at his hand, taking a moment to decide if I should really do this, but even then I knew I couldn't stop myself. I was strangely drawn to him like part of me had always known him. So I didn't take my eyes off his hand as I slipped my much smaller hand into his. The boy's fingers tightened around mine, making our fingers look like a chocolate vanilla swirl ice cream cone, yum.

He chuckled like he knew what I was thinking, making me blush as I hoped I hadn't said that out loud. He just tightened his hand around mine and helped me from the machine. He didn't let go after I was back on the floor either, he just held it and pulled me along with him.

"Your friend looks a little crazy," he joked as he looked over at Mary Lou. She was completely pale and looked nervous enough to barf as one of his friends slipped an arm around her and dragged her after us.

He led me out of the arcade. "Where are we going?"

"What do you want to do? Fun house? Beach?" he asked.

I shrugged back at him unsure what we should do. Should I even be following him like this? Mary Lou was right, I didn't even know him. They did seem a little wild and exciting though. It made me feel exhilarated to go along with them. "Why don't we do the fire?" his buddy asked.

He nodded back. "You cool with that?" I could only nod yes. We headed down the beach, toward our beach house. Mary Lou looked at our place longingly as we past it, but didn't say anything. I guess she was along for the ride, of course, she'd never abandon me.

There was a spot with large rocks separating the properties from the beach. He pulled me closer to the shore where I saw a large pile of wood and blankets and a cooler waiting. "We're in a rental up there," he nodded toward the houses. "My aunt and uncle aren't home though." I nodded back to him, seemed like I was at a loss for words.

Once the boys started the fire and got some Cokes and marshmallows out of the cooler Mary Lou seemed to relax. "So how did you learn that trick with the quarters?" I asked.

He just grinned back at me. "Trick of the trade."

"Yeah, RC's real good with his tool," his buddy laughed making the other guys laugh too, weirdos.

"Is that your name? RC?" I asked realizing I really knew nothing about him.

"Nah, it's just what the guys call me. I don't like my name."

His buddy snorted at that. "So what's your name, beautiful?"

"Stephanie Plum, but I like Steph and that's Mary Lou." She hoped the other guys would take the hint and divulge their names.

"That's B.B., Milo, Jose, and the mouth there is Les," RC told us.

"So where are you guys from?"

"Where are you from?" Jose asked back.

"Trenton," Mary Lou said as she shifted away from him a little.

"Are all you broads uptight there in Trenton?" Milo laughed.

"I'm not uptight."

RC raised an eyebrow at me. "Wild and crazy, huh?"

I shrugged at him. "She jumped off a roof once," Mary Lou supplied.

"Dare devil then? You want to play a game?" Jose laughed.

"Sure." The gauntlet was thrown down and I wasn't going to back down from these guys.

"Alright, Dare Devil you're first. Truth or dare?" he asked. I felt myself cringe, ah, crap.

"Truth."

"What are you doing out here with a bunch of thugs?"

I looked over at RC and smiled a little. "I didn't know I was. You don't seem like thugs."

They all chuckled at that. It was my turn to ask this time. "Where are you from?"

RC's lips tipped up in a fraction of a smile. "Newark." That wasn't so far away, maybe we'd see one another again. "I bet my neighborhood is a thousand miles away from yours." I blushed again as I realized he knew what I was thinking and the way he answered I knew he didn't mean distance.

This time it was RC's turn. He looked around the circle and tossed a marshmallow at Les. "Truth or dare, asshole?"

"Dare, bitch," Les laughed.

"Get naked and in the water for five minutes."

Les groaned and tossed the marshmallow back, "Fuck. Ladies, you know about shrinkage, right? Cause that water there is cold." As he stood and started to take his time the guys began to shout at him, not very nice words.

Finally he pulled off his clothes, with his little bare ass facing us he took off for the water. We all laughed at the sounds of his shrieks and complaints of cold water. B.B. took Les' underpants and tossed them onto the fire. The poor guy wasn't going to have underwear now. "Told him real men skip the skivvies," Milo said making the rest of them grin.

"You don't wear underwear?" Mary Lou asked him.

"When it's your turn to ask a question I dare you to find out the answer," he grinned as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Holy crap," she answered as she licked her lips nervously. He grinned back at her making her do a little panic giggle.

"Don't tease the girls, they're clearly the innocent type," B.B. said with a wink at Mary Lou. She was really starting to lose it now.

"We're not that innocent," she stammered. "Right, Steph?" When I just shrugged in reply the guys laughed again.

"I made out with Lenny after the Fourth of July party last month," she continued. "He touched, things."

"That's true," I agreed making her smirk and lift her chin in the air like she'd won a prize.

"What about you Sweet Steph?" Milo grinned like he already knew the answer.

"What about me?"

"That's what I thought." This time he smirked like he won. "Maybe I should help you out with that."

RC growled at him. "Back off."

"Easy baby bro, wouldn't dream of moving in on you. Though with those wild curls I bet she'd be just as wild in the sack."

"Like you'd know the difference. You're about as innocent as the sweet thing there," Jose laughed as he slapped Milo in the back of the head.

Les came back out of the water shivering and bitching about the assholes taking his boxers, in effect saving me from the current discussion. He pulled on his pants and tee shirt and plunked down at the fire with chattering teeth. I now knew what shrinkage was, it wasn't pretty. "Steph, truth or dare?" he asked, still chattering.

"That'll be a truth," Milo laughed. "You don't have the balls for a dare."

"Screw you," I growled waving my finger at him. "Dare."

RC smirked at me like he knew I wouldn't back down. "Cool. Ten minutes behind those rocks with my boy there and I want proof that he got to at least third base."

"Proof? You fucker's aren't watching," RC growled at Les.

"Underpants," B.B. laughed. "Hers." Seriously? Had they watched Sixteen Candles?

"Steph?" Mary Lou gasped as I stood and held my hand out to RC. This was going down, because they weren't going to laugh me off back home. Sweet, innocent Steph my ass.

He smiled as he slipped his hand into mine. We walked the forty feet to the last grouping of rocks. It was a dark spot only lit by the moon overhead. "We don't have to do this. They're just being jerks," RC said as he sat down on one of the rocks. I crawled up next to him so our sides were touching.

"You don't want to?" I asked both surprised and a little hurt. He laughed, that wasn't an answer. "Am I too hideous?"

"No, I think you're very pretty," he answered as his fingers touched my cheek. "I love your curls." He wrapped a curl around his finger, pulling a little before he tucked it behind my ear.

"They were right. I've never even kissed anyone before," I whispered to him kind of terrified that he wouldn't do it.

"We can't have that." The next thing I knew he had me pressed back against the rock as his lips touched mine lightly at first, then a little harder until I finally moved mine back against his. His hand moved into my hair, holding my head in position as he pushed my lips open with his tongue. His tongue moved against mine, coaxing me to meet his movements, so I did. It was one of the most foreign things I'd ever experienced, but it felt so good. I clung to him as our kiss deepened again.

My body was alive, tingling and begging to be touched. I opened my legs, letting his hips slip between them until he was fully laying on top of me. His hands moved over the front of my shirt, touching my breasts lightly as he continued to kiss me. He moved his hips against mine, pressing himself into me. I was aching so badly I moved myself against him, trying to end my agony. He lifted his head and looked down into my face as he continued to grind his pelvis into mine.

"This alright Steph?" he asked. I nodded my head and whimpered out a yes. He smiled at me as he twisted his hips, pushing the straining zipper of his jeans into my body. I could feel how hard he was beneath the fabric. I wanted to see it, to feel it, but I wasn't brave enough to make that move. He just kept torturing me by moving himself against my completely ruined panties.

He seemed to be pressing in just the right spot, over and over. I could feel something happening inside my body. Heat was swirling though me until I just burst. My body was shaking with pleasure. I moaned in delight at whatever had just happened, then he looked like he had the same thing happen to him. He collapsed on top of me, kissing me again. He said something to me in Spanish as he kissed my ear and my neck.

"What was that?"

He chuckled then. "You've never had an orgasm before?"

"Well, not like that," I whispered back. Especially with someone else watching me, touching me. He smiled as he pulled me up so we sat cuddled together on the rock. "Thank you."

"No, Babe, thank you. That was amazing," he answered as he kissed my neck again.

"Do the guys really need my panties?" I finally asked. "Because they feel really wet."

He just grinned and nodded his head. I grimaced as I stood and pulled the pink cotton panties down my legs and handed them to him. He looked at them before putting them in his pocket. "You've just made me a legend."

I laughed then. "The way you did that to me I assumed you already were. You were like, magic."

We sat there a while longer. "We're going home tomorrow," he said. I nodded to him. I knew it was over then, the magic was broken. He cuddled me against him, pressing kisses to my hair as we spoke about our families and school and our friends.

Finally he stood and took my hand. He kissed me again before we walked back to the fire. He pulled me down onto his lap, covering my legs with a blanket. The other's stared at us for a minute before Jose finally started laughing and put his hand up for a high five. "Way to go Cuz. Look at her, she's glowing."

"He was amazing," I answered. I was never going to see any of them again, why not help build the legend a little more?

He squeezed me and kissed my ear whispering, "Babe," before hitting the high fives from the other guys.

At the end of the night RC and Les walked us back to our beach house. RC kissed me again. I may have clung to him a little longer than I should have. He finally whispered in my ear, "I'll never forget you." I smiled at him. I wondered if I'd always hold a spot in his memory, maybe I'd be the girl at the beach? I doubted that memory would last longer than the next few summers for a guy like him. For me this had been a night of pure bliss. I'd never felt so loved before.