Blackberries

Blackberries was first published in Carol Taylor's erotica anthology Wanderlust, and then in Susie Bright's Best American Erotica 2007. A snippet:

"I can smell the sea," Jamal said.

"Yeah," I said. "I love this part. The forest belongs to the land, but as you come further and further down, the sea starts to peek through. You smell it first, then you begin to see it. A few more steps, and...ah. There she is."

We were at the landing, just a few yards above the beach. The sand stretched out on either side, with the water just beyond it, its gentle waves licking at the beach. The sea smelled like sex. Off in the distance, the Coast Mountains marched away from us, range upon range, disappearing into the mist.
Jamal stood tall, but he was breathing hard, and I could see the beads of sweat on his face. I bet they tasted like the sea. "Little winded, there, Jamal?" I teased him.

He sucked his teeth. "Don't give me that, girl child. Look at you."

He was right. I was puffing a bit myself, and my t-shirt was soaked. I pulled it over my head. I never wore a bra. Jamal literally jumped. I calmly tucked the end of the t-shirt into my belt. "What?" I asked him. "I told you it was a nude beach." You weren't supposed to get naked until you were actually on the beach, but I was feeling the devil rising in me. Wanted to see how Jamal and Tad would deal.

Tad had caught up with us. He burst out laughing when he saw me. "Susanna Paulette Avery; you're still flat as an ironing board!"

"Don't talk shit, Tad. This a thirty-eight inch chest. I work out hard to get this chest."

"Chest, yes. But where are the titties, girl?"

"On your momma."