My Darlings,
I’m changing the way I narrate my stories. I used to pretend I was talking about someone else, but I think I’m “grown-up” enough now to own my erotic fantasies… lol.
When I met Jojo—yes, that was his name, but everyone called him Joe—even though I only saw him briefly for the first time through the car’s rearview mirror, I felt an incredibly strong attraction to him, like an electric shock running down my spine!
The next day at the beach, we met again. Under the sun, I was able to observe him shirtless, showing off his muscles while chatting excitedly with his surfer friends by the shore. He didn’t notice me, which gave me more time to examine him and figure out why hearing his voice the night before—saying his name, “Jojo Smith, but everyone calls me Joe!”—had given me that shock. I was curious to know who this guy was, especially since he claimed to have seen me before with an ex-boyfriend.
Later that day, he and his friend Rob came to join me and the friends I was with—the same ones who were with me the night before when I gave Rob and Joe a ride. They sat down near us, and Joe sat right beside me. I felt so many strange sensations, but I had to control myself; he seemed to have a magnet that pulled me toward him, making me imagine things a “proper girl” never should. He started talking to me by mentioning my ex, which made me recoil. The last thing I wanted was my ex anywhere near me again, so I was a bit blunt and asked point-blank: “Don’t tell me you’re close friends with my ex, because if you are, I’m not interested in getting to know you!” He burst out laughing and said he knew him, but they weren’t best friends; he was just the only reference he had to start a conversation. I replied: “You have the worst reference of me, then. Forget you ever saw me with my ex, and let’s start over from the ride I gave you last night!”
That day at the beach, he asked me for a ride because he lived on the way between the beach and my house. I asked how he knew where I lived, and he told me Rob had mentioned it. He confessed that after I dropped them off at Rob’s house, he started asking a thousand questions about me and had hardly slept trying to find a way to see me again. Then I told him I had gone to that specific beach that day because I knew he’d be there! I was shocked at how direct I was; normally, when I felt attracted to someone, I never showed it… but with Joe, I didn’t know what was happening to me!
We decided to take a walk toward a part of the beach where there were no waves—it was like a natural pool in the sea, near a place where we could buy water. I always sat in the more deserted area because I liked watching the boys surf. First, we drank some water, then continued walking to where the pools were calmer. We went into the ocean and I dove in. As soon as I pulled my head out of the water, he was right there in front of me. Without asking, he leaned in and kissed me slowly. I kissed him back, and he pulled me closer. When our bodies touched, I could feel how much he wanted me. The kiss grew hungrier, and the only thing that mattered at that moment was feeling our bodies touch, feeling that desire and the urgency of being there with our bodies pressed together, hearts racing. After what felt like an eternity, we pulled apart. We didn’t say a word; we just looked into each other’s eyes and laughed at what had just happened.
When everything calmed down, we got out of the water, bought more water for the rest of the group, and went back to meet our friends. Not for a single minute after the kiss ended did we say anything else; we communicated only through our eyes. We didn’t touch again, and when his hand accidentally brushed mine while passing me a water bottle, the shock startled us. We were pure energy that somehow had to be released from our bodies.
And this is the first chapter of many—filled with desire, lessons, and fantasies I never thought could happen in my life!
Keep an eye on this space!
See you soon,
Jess
