River rub-downs

When I think about the Fourth of July, I think about being a teenager and being at our summer house on the river. It was very hot up there, usually around 100 degrees, and we would spend all of our time in the river swimming or just lying in the water on air mattresses, even after dark in the evening heat. There were lots of other teenagers that I didn't know and a lot of summer romance happening. On the fourth, we would sit on the beach or stand in the water and watch while people shot off lots of fireworks. There was this particular year when this girl I had met a couple of days before was with me watching the fireworks. We were in the water in the dark—half illuminated by the fireworks and feeling horny. We started playing around in the water—our hands were under the water and we ended up fucking for a while under the surface, pretending we were just watching the fireworks, with my arms around her from behind. It was difficult but really hot. There were other people around us who didn't know—at least I think they didn't know! Either way, I didn't give a shit.

Micheal K., Nashville, TN

Putting the fire in fireworks

My brother had his bachelor party on the fourth of July. You know the drill: strippers, porn, and lots of over-stimulated guys. Well, the stripper planned a special display, she came into the room and did this fantastic acrobatic dance, and she was gorgeous, I mean really hot! Well, towards the end she's building up to this big crescendo and she starts lighting these sparklers and putting them between her teeth, and in between all her fingers—then she puts one in her ass and one in her cunt. She must not have practiced this part before because the sparks kept landing on her body and we could all tell it really hurt. One spark made her flinch so hard that she set the drapes of the room on fire! Well, at least it kept us laughing all through his ceremony the next day…

Paul L, Charleston, SC

Shagging to the symphony

I am reminded of one particular fourth, when my girlfriend and I attended one of those outdoor concerts where the symphony played patriotic music. Well, my girlfriend was really into percussion, and when they started playing the 1812 Overture she was just losing it and dragged me behind the outdoor bathrooms. She was getting all frenzied and worked up, and she wanted me to fuck her in time with the huge drum-beats. I was more than happy to comply. Thank god they were setting off fireworks at the same time—it was the only thing that could have covered her screams!

Mike T., Fresno, CA