Seeing the genuine excitement in his eyes and his eager appetite, however, was enough to let me know I was pleasing him in more ways than providing him with a wet pussy, a willing mouth, and a wayward mind.
We finished the meal, washed the dishes, and made a pot of coffee. While stirring my coffee, Luke raised his shirt, slapped his open hand against his washboard abs, and grinned. “I’m full, but I feel great. Hell, by the time we’re done with this coffee, I’ll be ready to fuck. That’d never happen with pasta, that’s for sure.
I nodded and raised my cup of coffee as if toasting the suggestion.
The thought never crossed my mind.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LUKE
I shook my head and laughed to myself as he walked up the beach. After spending a lifetime surfing in southern California, I could now make two claims without reservation.
One, I had never given anyone pointers on how to surf.
And two, I had never seen anyone who was a poorer surfer than Perry.
While talking to him in the shop, I learned his parents had divorced when he was young, and that his father was an abusive drunk. Almost the exact opposite of my upbringing, but with similar circumstances, I immediately felt a need to help him find an outlet for his frustrations. I felt if there was something I could do to make him a better surfer, and in turn allow him to do it more frequently and greater passion, I wanted to do just that.
“What do you think?”
“Well,” I said. “I think you’ve got the right board. Now, this might sound a little rude, but it sure isn’t meant to be.”
He lowered the tail of his board into the sand. “Okay.”
“Forget everything you think you know about surfing. And I mean everything.”
He gazed down at his feet. “Okay.”
“Listen. The waves are breaking on your right. You surf left forward, so your heels are pointing in the direction you want to go. You’ve got do dig those heels into that board,” I said.
He glanced up and nodded.
“Have you ever smashed a soda can with your foot? You know, stomped on one to squash it in one stomp?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, that’s how much force you want to dig those heels in with. Dig in like that, and that wave is going shove right back at ya.” I extended my left arm. “Toss your left hand out and twist your upper body with it. Just like you’re pointing in the direction you want to surf.”
He grinned. “Okay.”
“Have you ever ridden a skateboard?”
“Yeah,” he said.
I nodded my head. “Same concept. Heels down, and the skateboard goes left. Toes down, and it goes right. Same thing happens here.”
I reached for his board.
Holding the board in front of me, I slapped my hand against the front third of the board, right on top of one of the decals. “Left foot right here. Right foot behind it, about one and a half times the width of your shoulders.”
“Okay,” he said. “I’m really sorry I’m not any better than this.”
“You will be,” I said. “Catch the next four-footer and let’s see how well you listen.
He paddled out and waited. Two waves passed, and he made no effort to catch them. His problem, at least from what I could see, wasn’t that he was incapable of paddling fast enough to catch a wave, it was staying up on his board after he caught it. Probably nervous, and a little disappointed in himself, he floated for a good fifteen minutes in wait.
A small swell began to rise, and he raised his head slightly.
This one’s gonna be perfect.
Paddle. Paddle. Paddle, you little fucker.
Get it.
He got up, and immediately spread his feet and bent his knees. His foot placement was good, and the wave was breaking to his right.
Swing your body. Swing it…swing it…hand out…
His board swung left and along with it his upper body followed. It was the opposite of what I would have liked to see, but it was something we could work on if we needed to.
Dig those heels in. Dig ‘em. Dig ‘em…
The board carved left. The wave, slightly larger than I expected it would be, was every bit of six foot tall.
He dipped his toes, took a hard right, and immediately carved another left. Without consciously thinking, I began to walk toward closer to the shore.
He swung his right arm and carved out another hard tight.
Stay out of that shoulder, that lip will…
Immediately before being overtaken by the lip and crushed into the tube, he carved left.
Fuck yeah. Stay up…stay up…
He continued to ride until what little whitewater was left had diminished into the beach.
I pumped my fist in the air and shouted. “Fuck yeah!”
I felt a wave crash into me. Confused, I glanced down. Apparently, out of my sheer excitement to see Perry improve, I had managed to wade out into the ocean without even realizing it.
Out of breath and covered in a prideful grin, he stepped to my side. “I forgot everything and did exactly what you said.”
“And it showed. Remember, look the direction you’re surfing first, point your arm and body second, and transfer your weight last.”
“Head, shoulders, feet,” he responded.
“Exactly,” I said.
“Have you got time for one more,” he asked excitedly.
“I’ve got all day.”
“You going to go up and get your board?” he asked.
“No. I’m going to teach you to surf.”
His eyes widened and he hoisted his board under his arm. “How long can you stay?”
“How long do you think you can you surf?”
He grinned. “All day.”
“All day it is.”
The morning quickly faded into the afternoon, and before I knew it, the sun was low in the sky. Perry was showing no signs of exhaustion, and it was refreshing to see someone as eager as he was to learn, have the ability to apply himself, and make improvements with such speed.
“How’s he doing?” I heard Liv’s voice ask from behind me.
Shit.
I turned around. Dressed in jean shorts, flip-flops, and a white sleeveless button down top, she looked adorable. After admiring her for a moment, I alternated glanced between her and the ocean. “I think we’re about done. What time is it?”
“A little after seven,” she said.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I had no idea it was so late.”
She shook her head and grinned. “I like it that you’re teaching him to surf.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“How many people have you given surfing lessons to?”
I shrugged. “Hard to say.”
“Give me an educated guess.” She said with a laugh.
“None?”
“That’s right. None,” she said. “How many people have asked you to teach them?”
I chuckled. “Quite a few.”
She tossed her head toward the shore. “What makes him different?”
“I don’t know.” I draped my arm over her shoulder and pulled her to my side.
“Maybe it’s you.”
I looked down the bridge of my nose at her. “Maybe it’s me what?”
“Maybe it’s you that’s different. Maybe you’ve changed,” she said.
I turned toward her and wrinkled my brow. “Maybe you’re full of shit.”
“Oh wow.” She pointed toward the shore. “He’s really doing good.”
I turned toward the ocean and shielded the sun form my eyes. Perry had all but mastered the front side carve, and from where we were standing he looked like he had been surfing for a lifetime.
I pursed my lips and nodded.
“Front side carve?” she asked.
“That’s exactly what it is,” I said. “You should have seen him this morning.”
“What did he do?”
“Nothing. He was awful. I
told him to forget everything he thought he knew, and we’d go from there.”
She turned to face me. “And he went from awful to that in one day?”
“One long day.”
“Is that the board you made for him?” she asked.
I nodded my head. “Yep.”
“Another grand,” she said.
I shrugged. “Not exactly.”
“Nine?”
“Not quite.”
“Eight?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Seven? You didn’t make a custom for seven, did you? Luke?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Less?”
I nodded. “A little less, yeah.”
Liv knew my father gave me the shop after I graduated high school, and she further knew I had no rent to pay. The only thing I needed money for were utilities and food, and she fed me more than I ate at home. She had also been around me and the shop long enough that she knew exactly what I charged for a custom board.
“Six? You made a custom for six hundred bucks?”
I pointed toward the horizon. “Sure did. And a damned good one.”
Perry was right underneath the lip, riding half way up the face of the wave. Three feet to his right, and he would have been in the tube, a surfers dream.
“He looks like he’s doing great,” she said.
“Big improvement over this morning.”
As Perry waded through the water and toward the shore, I gazed beyond him and along the horizon. I really didn’t have a reason for giving him a break on the board. At the time, I had no idea of his parent’s divorce, and I sure didn’t feel sorry for him.
As Perry stepped in front of us, drove the nose of his board into the sane and grinned. I returned his smile.
Liv was right. Something had changed.
The man in front of me was getting surfing lessons from someone who swore he’d never give them. The woman at my side was my life long best friend. For fear of losing her, I vowed to never be in a relationship with her.
But I was giving surfing lessons and I was in a relationship with Liv.
“Worn out?” I asked.
He nodded. “Long day.”
“Perry, this is my girlfriend, Liv. Liv this is Perry.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said.
Liv grinned. “Nice to meet you. You looked great out there.”
He slapped his hand against his board. “Luke Eagan custom and Luke Eagan lessons. I’m on top of the world.”
“Shhh. Don’t tell anybody.”
“I won’t.”
“I tell you what,” he said. “I’m starving. If you two want, I’ll buy dinner. There’s a great place right up here off the boardwalk on Mission Beach Boulevard. It’s about two blocks down. It has great pasta.”
Liv turned to face me and raised her eyebrows.
I nodded my head toward Perry. “Pasta sounds great.”
As we turned away and began to walk toward the boardwalk, Perry followed close behind. Halfway up the beach, Liv slapped her hand against my ass. I glanced at her and narrowed my eyes jokingly.
“You delirious? Have a fever or something?” she asked.
“Not exactly,” I said. “But kind of.”
“What does that mean?”
I grinned and pulled her against me. “I’m in love. It’s kind of like being sick and delirious at the same time.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” she said. “Today I went into the men’s restroom.”
“Piss in the urinal?”
She shook her head and laughed. “No, but I have a question.”
I stepped on the boardwalk, kicked the sand from my feet, and turned to face her. “Okay.”
“Your dick is so long,” she whispered. “How do you pee in that thing without getting the tip of it all wet?”
“I can’t tell you, it’s a secret. A man thing.”
She turned toward me, cocked her hip to the side, and eyed me up and down. “Uhhm, we don’t keep secrets. A relationship won’t ever work if there’s secrets. So no secrets, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, but not being completely truthful.
There was one more secret I had kept from her – from everyone – for my entire life. I knew one day I’d have to tell her; but as much as felt I wanted to, I continued to tell myself I was simply waiting for the right time.
I knew, however, there would never be a time suitable for such a horrid tale.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LIV
Living in San Diego ended up being a blessing. With people ten times weirder than me in any direction, it was easy to dismiss myself and my desires to normal behavior. Southern California was a unique mixture of people, styles, cultures, beliefs, and theories.
I lived in a melting pot.
And, for once in my life, I was grateful to be surrounded by the eclectic mixture of people the city offered.
“Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays,” Chloe said.
I chewed the inside of my lip. “Because you want to or you have to?”
“I don’t have to do a god damned thing. It’s my choice.” After a short pause, she laughed. “Well, kind of.”
“Oh my god. It’s Wednesday. Is it?” My eyes fell to her waist.
“Yep.” She nodded. “Sure is.”
“So.” The thought of it made me slightly uncomfortable. “What’s it like?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “A reminder. It’s sensual. It’s kind of like. I don’t know. I feel filled up. And it’s a great prep for anal. I’m guessing you’ve never been fucked in the ass, huh?”
I shook my head. “Uhhm, no. Does it. Does it, uhhm. Does it hurt?”
Or conversation eventually migrated from submissive women to her wearing a butt plug three days a week. It seemed the more I got to know about Chloe, the guiltier I felt for feeling the way I felt about her for years. I had always perceived her as a slut, but now believed I had more in common with her than any other girl I knew.
“It could if some idiot is doing it. Personally, I love it. I think every woman would it if they were with the right guy.”
“So, do you…do you…you know. Do you have an orgasm from it?” I asked.
She laughed out loud. When she finally caught her breath, she studied me. The look on my face must have given it away.
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “Sorry.”
“The orgasms are intense. It’s hard to explain. Yeah.” She chuckled. “Orgasms galore.”
“Huh,” I said. “Never would have guessed it.”
“You need to have Luke do it. But, do some research first. You’ll need to prepare yourself, and go slow. Start small and work your way up to it.”
“Is it, you know, messy?”
She laughed again. “No.”
“Oh. It’s just. I would have thought…”
“Just try it. It’s not what you’re thinking. Maybe you’ll like it, maybe you’ll hate it,” she said. “There’s only one way to find out. How big is Luke’s cock?”
It was my turn to laugh, and I did for some time. When I finally stopped, I placed the edges of my palms against the table and spread them apart until it looked like the space between them was about as far as the length of Luke’s dick.
She glanced down at my hands and shifted her eyes to meet mine. It appeared she was shocked.
“Seriously?”
I glanced down at my hands. It looked a little short. I moved them apart another inch or so. I nodded my head toward my hands. “Like that.”
Her eyes fell to my hands.
“Thick?” she asked.
I glanced at my wrist. I’d made mental comparisons between my wrist and his cock before. As I sat and studied it, the more I similar they seemed in size. I clasped my left hand around my right wrist. The size was about perfect.
“I’ve got small wrists, but yeah. About like that.”
Sh
e swallowed hard. “You’re serious? His cock is as thick as your wrist?”
I nodded. “Uhhm. Yeah, pretty much.”
“Show me a picture.”
I shrugged. “I don’t have one.”
“Liar.”
“Seriously, I don’t.”
“Every good subbie has a pic of their man’s cock,” she said with a laugh.
I had one, but I didn’t want to show her. I’d taken several pictures of Luke with his shirt off, and although he wasn’t initially thrilled about it, he eventually agreed to a few naked pics. I wanted to show her, because I wanted Luke’s cock to be bigger and better than Kavin’s, but it didn’t seem right to do so. Personally, I loved having them on my phone, but sharing them seemed slutty.
“Actually, I’ve got one, but…I don’t know, it seems weird.”
“Just show me,” she sighed.
I wrinkled my nose. “Why?”
“Because,” she said. “I want to see it. It’s a cock. It’s no big deal. I mean, we’re sitting here talking about butt sex.”
She had a good point. I pulled my phone from my purse, scrolled through the pictures, and found one where he was fully erect. After zooming in on his waist area and cropping the rest of the photo out, I saved the pic and handed her my phone.
“Jesus,” she gasped.
I grinned. “I know, right?”
She stared down at my phone for some time eventually turning it to face me. “I like this one.” A picture of Luke with his cock in his hand, naked from head to toe, was on the screen.
“You skank,” I said as I reached for my phone.
She laughed. “It’s just hard to put in perspective without something else in the picture, sorry. He’s freaking hung, isn’t he?”
It seemed odd, but I felt prideful hearing her say Luke was hung. Maybe her acceptance meant more to me due to her vast knowledge of everything kinky. I grinned and put my phone back in my purse.
I reached for my beer. “Yeah.”
“Big cocks rule,” she said.
I raised my glass of beer, nodded, and tilted it toward her. “Amen, Sister.”
“Now, when he fucks you in the ass with that thing,” she said as she raised her glass. “Take it slow and easy, or he’ll rip you open.”
My eyes widened. “Seriously?”
She coughed out a laugh and nodded as she raised the glass to her lips. “Yeah, seriously. Just start out small and work your way up to it.”