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The Bookworm and The Surfer

Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: NymphWriter, Rating: 43, Source: LushStories

I felt my body pulled out into the ocean, then raised up into the air and slammed onto the beach. All the air escaped my lungs and salt water quickly replaced it. I tried to breathe as I was raised up again and slammed into the beach. I’m not exactly sure how many times this cycle repeated itself, I just knew I was going to die as the last thing I remembered was trying to breathe and one last blow onto the hard beach. ~*~*~ I was just coming out of the water, concerned for my broken board, when Paul ran up screaming, “She disappeared!” “Who?” I asked, still dazed from my wipeout. “Lizzie! She got caught in a riptide!” “Fuck! Where did you last see her?” Paul pointed to an area and we began to scan. Then I saw the flash of her blonde hair. “There she is!” I didn’t hesitate. I swam into the water until I found her. Her eyes were closed and she was unconscious. I wrapped my arm around her waist and swam in. Paul swam up and together we dragged her limp body to the shore. Her lips were blue and she wasn’t breathing. I rolled her onto her side and hit her on the back between her shoulder blades twice before I heard her cough. Water shot out of her mouth as color returned to her lips. I was furious that she'd dared to venture into this dangerous surf. She had gone too far this time. “What the fuck were you doing in the water?” I shouted. “Are you fucking stupid?” She coughed for a while, spitting out salt water before we heard her say something I’ll never forget, “Trying… to… ... save… you.” Paul looked up at me and grimaced. We both heard her, but neither could believe it. “Trying to save me?” I asked. She just nodded her head, coughing and spitting up more water. Paul and I helped her sit up, then Paul said, “I think I see your board man. I’ll try to get it.” Paul ran off as the Bookworm coughed up more water. “I’m… sorry.” I put my arms around her. I realized that she must have seen me wipeout and thought I was in trouble, so she risked her own life to save mine. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.” I felt her begin to cry. “I… thought… you… had… drowned.” “Ironic,” I said, “since you almost did.” Paul returned with what was left of my board. We helped the Bookworm back to the house she was staying at and hung out for the rest of the day. It took her a few days after to recover, but from then on she took her surfing lessons very seriously. Though to be honest, I was amazed she was even willing to try. ~*~*~ I had never felt a pain like I did when that salt water entered and later exited my lungs. It was like a volcano pouring hot lava down my throat and in my lungs. I do remember feeling a brief moment of peace just before I blacked out, then the sharp pain as Chuck’s blow hit my back, allowing me to cough up the water and ultimately breathe again. I felt like shit when Chuck yelled at me. He was right, I was stupid. His board was destroyed, I had nearly drowned, and my vacation was pretty much ruined. Chuck and Paul helped me back to the house and stayed for ...