1. West Coast Games - Part One: The Beach


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

    home. You kids have fun.” Beyond her, halfway up the beach, Noah turned to fist pump the air for my benefit, celebrating my assumed sexual victory. I suppressed my laughter, not wanting her to turn around and see his showboating. I’d come too far to blow it now. Roxy and I talked a little more, and I was sure that I was gaining ground. I started flipping through my mental rolodex of Santa Monica hot spots, wondering if the LA scene was more her style. Dinner? No, that was lame. Drinks and sushi. Somewhere up and coming and not too obviously trendy. I was determined to play this just right. She lay back on my beach blanket, propping herself up on her elbows. I caught myself unable to focus on anything but the dipping curves of her abdomen, and that patch of wet sand on her lower hipbone, just above her string bottoms. I could almost make out the outline of her sweet little slit. That seafoam fabric was damn sheer and I could swear I detected a distinct trace of moisture too. Casually, she turned her head to the side, squinting up at me in the sun. “Do you want to fuck me, Leo?” Admittedly I questioned how to answer this. Had she noticed my wandering eyes? In my experience, blunt questions like that were usually a prelude to risking a slap or being read the riot act on being an insensitive asshole. And yet with this girl, feigning a moment of flustered surprise would have been the wrong way to go. “You know I do.” She smiled. “Wanna make a dirty wager?” “Bring it on, girl.” She ...
    nodded toward Zane, who was still nobly battling the choppy surf. “What do you think of him?’ “Who Zane? He’s my buddy.” “No, I mean as a surfer. He’s pretty good. He might even be better than you.” I raised an eyebrow. Was she purposely baiting me? It should have been another red flag but I was already in too deep. “The swells are heavy today,” she continued. “You think he can get in on one of the next three sets he tries to catch?” “Nope. I think he wipes out.” I had some inside knowledge, of course. Zane had always been more about the surf culture than actual surfing. The waves were total bombs that day and well beyond his abilities. “Ok, so there’s our bet. If he drops, then you win. And I’ll fuck you. Right here, right now.” She said it so casually that I was instantly hard. “And if he makes it to shore?” “Then I win. And you have to fuck me.” With such propositions, I’ve learned that resistance is futile. And totally asinine. Of course, I agreed. Even as we shook hands, however, I wasn’t truly expecting her to go through with it. So many girls loved the tease, and I assumed it was just a play or a bit of verbal fun. Yet still, I was aware even back then that she’d imperceptibly flipped the switch. It wasn’t her on my hook anymore, it was me on hers. And I was a gluttonous fish, ready and willing to be reeled in. We watched Zane chase waves for a while, trading sprightly comments like sportscasters at a surfing competition. Roxy was up on her knees, holding an invisible ...
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