1. The Bookworm and The Surfer


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

    the day, making sure I was fine. I coughed up salt water for a couple of days, still feeling like shit. I avoided the beach and hid in the house. I was scared, humiliated, embarrassed. Then Chuck came by and asked me to join him on the beach. I was shocked Chuck was even willing to resume my lessons. From then on, whatever he said went. His first step was to get me to swim out into the water past where I could stand, and swim back. I won’t lie, it was fucking tough. My memories of what had happened gave me a new and healthy respect for the ocean, but that didn’t calm my nerves. Once, when I started to have a panic attack, Chuck assured me he’d be right by my side the whole time. He was a man of his word. As my confidence increased, I felt more ready to take it to the next level, both with surfing and with Chuck. In the course of training he had been free to cop a feel now and then, but, unlike before, I wasn’t pushing him away. Sure, this summer romance was going slower compared to my roommates, who had all been laid several times already; I wasn’t going to force the issue. Our next lesson was to be on the board and learning how to paddle and read the waves. On days I couldn’t surf because the waves were too large, Chuck would ride what he wanted, then come in. I knew he wanted to ride much more, but he was the perfect gentleman despite my insistence he do more surfing. I enjoyed watching him surf, it was pure art. ~*~*~ I will never be able to understand what it was about ...
    my Bookworm that got under my skin, but on some level, I’m grateful she did. Getting her back into the water after her nearly drowning was by far the toughest thing I had ever done, but I knew it was necessary. She had to get back into the water, or she would forever be afraid. I had to give her major kudos for doing it; even I was impressed. For the next week or so we’d work on her surfing lessons, then I’d surf for a bit without her, but I was finding my thoughts drifting more toward her. I decided to do something daring and take her on a date to the pier for a concert and some carnival rides. The concert was for an up-and-coming local band, mostly guys that went to my high school, and we did enjoy their music. I bought lemonade; we bowled some games in the arcade, and generally just walked along, holding hands. Near midnight, I talked her into coming under the pier where I kissed her again. It was then I decided to make my move. I had hidden a blanket nearby, just in case, as we began to neck. She didn’t resist my tongue’s invasion of her mouth, or my wandering hands onto her firm, plump breasts. I quickly moved us to the blanket, and nature assisted my advances as her own desires seemed as strong as mine. This was more than sex. She felt right my arms, like she belonged. ~*~*~ The date on the pier was amazing. The music, the lemonade, the bowling, everything. Then we walked down to the beach, under the pier, and begin to make out. When Chuck lowered me to the blanket, I ...
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