1. West Coast Games - Part One: The Beach


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 92.1, Source: sexstories.com

    her girly attempts at casual flirtation did nothing to belie that because part of me knew she was playing a game from the beginning. The thing is, at the time, I didn’t care. She wasn’t the type to take it slow and I certainly wasn’t going to be cautious after all those unbearable months of wanting more. “You like checking me out, don’t you?” she teased, watching my eyes skip along her sand-dusted legs. “You noticed.” “Sure. I’ve been noticing you right back.” “To be honest, I would have introduced myself sooner,” I said with chagrin. “But I didn’t want to be that guy.” “And what guy is that?” “The kind that moves in on another dude’s girl.” “Actually, I think it’s kind of sweet that you play by the rules,” she said, vaguely tugging on the strings of her seafoam green bikini. “So many guys are opportunistic. They don’t give a fuck. They’ll take it whenever they can. I hate being drawn to the bad boys but sometimes I can’t help it. They’re a terrible influence.” “Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t say I was saint.” “Neither did I,” she said. “I can be a bad influence too.” I should have listened and taken those words of wisdom to heart. Instead all I saw was the doors swinging wide to welcome me in and tempt me with possibilities. “As luck would have it, I’m on my own again,” she told me. “So you don’t have to worry about that conscience of yours.” “Single?” She nodded, flashing a knowing smile. I tried not to get too excited. “Girls like you aren’t all that common to these ...
    parts.” “Surfer girls?” I shrugged. “Girls hitting waves like that in the winter months. You’re pretty dedicated.” “Well, I came to the coast to play. I’m not going to waste all my time on dry land. I could have done that in Arizona.” “Ahh, so there we have it. You’re not a native.” “Not quite. But I was born with a mermaid’s tail,” she teased with a wink. “This just seemed like a better long-term fit for me.” “So where are you staying?” “With a friend. It’s just temporary though. I moved out of my ex’s place a few weeks ago. I have to get used to the single life again.” And just like that, I already had an imperceptible fear of losing her, like a fish nibbling on a hook. I didn’t want to fuck this up. Girls like her wouldn’t last long with all the smarmy land-sharks around LA. And speaking of sharks, there was Noah walking in from the surf, ready to crash my party for two. Between the three of us guys, Noah was the natural lady-killer. He had also been the most critical of Roxy when I’d first started crushing on her. Swearing he was immune to her charms though, you’d never know it by the way he poured things on as the three of us lulled into an easy conversation about surfing and beach culture. She could keep up, and I knew Noah at least appreciated that. I was also grateful that he had finely tuned social smarts and was quick to sense when he was becoming a third wheel. After predictably talking me up, he picked up his board and bag and gave us a half-wave salute. “I gotta get ...
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