Chapter 3
Way
Well, this isn’t going as expected. I came to the beach at my normal time, thinking I’d get some good waves beneath me before Nita comes — if she comes. But now all I can think of is Nita beneath me, Nita coming.
I must be fucked up. Then again, I didn’t have these feeling for her when she was fourteen and fifteen. But now, she’s not a kid anymore. She’s a woman, a gorgeous woman.
She’s curvier than I remember. That swimsuit was barely containing a set of full, round breasts. They may be big, but she’s young and even without a bra, they were very perky.
I’m in the pocket of the wave when I almost lose my balance because I’m too busy with my mind in the gutter, wondering what color her nipples are.
All I can hope is that if Nita does show up this morning that she’s wearing a nice, modest one piece.
Maybe I should make her wear a short wetsuit so I don’t get distracted by all her curves.
“I’ve never seen you so out of sync, man,” Crunch calls out as we both paddle out again.
“I need to keep my mind on the water,” I admit.
“You almost took a header.”
I shrug that off, not wanting to tell him why I’m distracted. He turns his board around when he thinks we’re far enough out. I try to feel the rocking of the waves as they glide beneath me, moving my board up and down.
“You thinking about some different curves this morning, bro?” Crunch nods to the beach.
I turn my board back toward shore and that’s when I see her. She’s in a light blue swimsuit today. It is a one piece, but it doesn’t seem to cover much more than the two piece, except that I can’t see her belly button.
“Don’t take a header while she’s watching,” Crunch says as he starts paddling for shore. “Time to take off.”
I sense the wave behind us, so I paddle too. Crunch is much closer to Nita’s age. He’s twenty-six and helps run his family’s poke business. Is that why I feel like I’m racing to get to shore before him?
I’m first to get on my feet. Crunch is up almost as soon as I am. He sends me a big smile with an added wag of his eyebrows. I can practically hear him telling me that this is the life. That has my lips curving up in response.
I try to concentrate on the strength of my board beneath my feet as it carves through the water, the spray of it on my legs and even my face. I love being out here, but my gaze keeps lifting to the shore, watching Nita as she makes her way down the beach toward me.
Crunch and I share the wave, keeping pace with each other, carving to keep our balance. I look over to see his smile grow. Crunch shouts at me as we pull in to the barrel and sluice through the clean wave.
I’m behind him and make it out just before the wave breaks.
The spray hits my back as I glide forward.
Crunch crouches down then lays flat to paddle out and catch another.
He sends me a Shaka as he heads in the opposite direction.
I ride it all the way in, jumping off when I get to the shallows where I can stand.
“That was amazing,” Nita says when I lift my board and carry it further in. She looks down at her swimsuit. “I didn’t know if I needed any extra equipment like a wetsuit. I figured the water would be warm.”
“You should be fine as long as your suit doesn’t fall off.”
Her eyes flare wide. “Fall off?”
I laugh. “I don’t think we’re going to get that far today.”
“Would my suit really fall off?”
“If you take a header, then yeah. I’ve seen guys lose their trunks.”
That gets a laugh out of her. “For now, how about we work on your balance to see where we’re starting from.”
“Okay.”
I have her work on her balance, getting familiar with the board, and learning how to pop up. Crunch gives me a wink and a Shaka as he passes by, heading to his car. I see a few tourists and more surfers start to trickle onto the beach.
“How about we call it for today and plan another lesson?”
“But we didn’t even go into the water.”
“You want to ride tandem?”
She nods emphatically.
I tilt my head toward the water. “Okay, let’s go.”
She follows me into the water and when it gets deep enough, I put her on the board first. That’s when I see the error of my ways.
I’ll basically have to lie on top of her to paddle out.
The last time we did this, she was a kid.
I had her sit up toward the nose as I paddled. She’s too tall for that now.
The water’s up to my chest as we move further into the surf. Nita’s got her long dark hair in some sort of complicated braid that’s hanging over her shoulder as she lies on her stomach. My gaze trails down her back.
Her swimsuit has inched up into the crack of her ass, leaving most of it bare to my view. I take a deep breath and will my dick to mind his manners.
“Why did we stop?” Nita asks as she turns to look at me over her shoulder.
I didn’t even realize I’d stopped walking, but now she’s caught me staring at her ass. Her back expands at a quicker pace, telling me she’s either scared or turned on. When my gaze meets hers, her lips part. There’s desire in the deep brown depths.
“I’ll have to climb between your legs for both of us to fit on.”
A giggle bubbles up from her lungs.
I give her a smirk. I probably could have said that better.
“Shut up,” I grumble as I start pushing her again. When the water is high enough, I jump on the board behind her and we both use our arms to paddle out.
She holds on tight as I push through a break in the waves. When we’re far enough out, I turn us around and keep an eye on the waves.
“Should I try to pop up if I think I can manage it?” She asks.
“Not this time. We’re too far out for that and tandem surfing can be harder than surfing on your own since I’ll be moving the board to keep my balance.”
She nods. “Okay. Be the board.”
I laugh and look over my shoulder to see a good swell headed our way. “Help me paddle,” I say as I lean down while trying to keep my face in the small of her back and not in her ass.
Mind on the waves, I tell myself.
I paddle faster to keep just ahead of the swell. I feel the change in the water as it crests behind me. I take a deep breath and pop up, smiling when the wave takes us in its hands, smooth and clean, no bumps.
Nita spreads her arms out as if she’s a flying fish gliding through the air. I smile down at her, but then am distracted by the curve of her hips. Her knees are bent, giving me a perfect view of the tiny scrap of material covering what I now know without a doubt is a bare pussy.
Fuck.
Distracted by her body, I lose my footing as we get closer to shore. Hoping she’ll be able to stay on the board, I bail off the side. Nita calls my name and her hand grasps my ankle. Her body tangles with mine as we both fall below the surface.