1. The Bookworm and The Surfer


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

    will admit that seeing the sunrise and watching it creating a sparkle on the water like millions of diamonds was almost worth being up so early. As I approached the two, I saw them kneeling on the beach and doing something to their surfboards. “You came,” said the surfer I'd pissed off. “I said I would.” His friend walked over and said, “I’m Paul, by the way.” Paul was tall, like the surfer; his hair was darker, but still had that sun-bleached look. His eyes were dark as was his skin. It was clear these two men had year-round tans, but neither struck me as being as stupid as I has suspected. I now truly regretted my words from the night before. “I’m Lizzy,” I said. “Perfect name for a Bookworm,” said the surfer, whose name I still didn’t know. “What is your deal with me?” I snapped. “I fucking apologized last night. I came here today to prove I’m not just a Bookworm as you keep calling me - and just so you know, I have a lot of required reading I must do, so yeah, I read a lot!” “Don’t mind Chuck,” said Paul, “he’s just a hot-head.” Chuck shot Paul a dirty look, then said, “I’m glad you wore a different suit. Now, let’s get started.” Chuck had brought two small boards that were only about three feet long, and one long one. He handed me a short board. “What’s this?” I asked. “It’s called a boogie board and that is what we’ll start with. Once you master the wave dynamics and timing we’ll move to a surf board.” “Are you serious?” I thought this was a condescending cruel joke ...
    and he was treating me like a child. “I thought you were going to teach me to surf? Little kids use these!” “Look here, Bookworm, I’m not putting you on a real board just to see your cute ass drown. You want to learn how to surf, this is how you start.” I looked over at Paul who wasn’t laughing. “Is this for real?” “Why you cocky bit-” “Yes,” interrupted Paul, “it’s for real. Trust me, Chuck is a great teacher and he knows his shit.” I bit my lip and hung my head. “Sorry. I thought you were just being mean to me.” Chuck opened his mouth, then paused. He looked at me for a moment, then said, “Let’s get started. If the tide gets too rough we’ll have to come in. Now put this on. It should fit you, it was my mom’s.” He tossed me a wetsuit. “Do I really need this?” The idea of wearing his mom’s wetsuit was kinda weird to me. “Yeah, trust me. You’ll thank me later.” “Okay,” I said. I started to put in on with the zipper in the front, and saw both Chuck and Paul snicker. I looked at theirs and realized my mistake. I was putting it on backwards. I quickly corrected my mistake, growling inside that neither one was helping me. I smiled proudly when I had it on correctly. “Let’s go,” said Chuck, I could tell by his tone he was still pissed. “Fuck!” I screamed as the water hit my feet. “This water is freezing!” “Dive in and get wet all at once. You’ll adapt quickly,” he said. I dove in like Chuck said, and thus began my first surfing lesson. ~*~*~ The Bookworm paid attention and did what I ...
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