My Darlings,
The week went by, and every day after lunch, he would call me. Even though I was on college break, I had ballet classes and rehearsals in the late afternoon because our professional group always had to be ready for performances.
In our phone conversations, we talked about everything except what was happening between us. I was still trying to understand why I had such a strong urge to be with this guy—who had an ex-girlfriend everyone said was beautiful and, worse, was living in the house of my own ex-boyfriend, whose name I couldn’t even stand to hear. Yet, I couldn’t wrap my head around why I was so incredibly attracted to him.
On Friday, when he called, he asked if I could give him a ride to the beach. He knew that on Saturdays and Sundays, I went to a spot a bit further away to meet my group of friends. We agreed on a time, and since his house was on the way, it was easy to pick him up. My other friends, who usually rode with me, hitched a ride with someone else that Saturday so we could all meet at the beach. I thought this was great because I’d be alone in the car with him, and we could talk and flirt openly.
As soon as I pulled up in front of his house, he popped his head out the window and signalled he was coming. Within a minute, he was closing the door and walking toward the car. When he got in, we were a bit awkward about how to greet each other. He leaned in for a quick peck on the lips just as I went for a kiss on the cheek; in the end, the corners of our mouths met, and it was like an electric shock… feeling a bit flustered, I started the car and we drove off. We stayed in silence as I left his street, but as I headed toward the coastal road, he asked me to turn down a side street. I did, asking why, and then he asked me to stop at a certain spot. I pulled over and once again asked what was going on. He told me to turn off the engine, and when I did, he gave me a kiss that took my breath away. When it ended, he said: “Now we can keep going…” I was trembling with desire, and it took me a moment to snap back to the reality that I was driving. Once we got back on the coastal road, we burst out laughing—on my part, I didn’t know if it was relief that he had shown he still wanted me, or pure joy because he had kissed me like that!
When we arrived, he asked me to drop him off at Bob’s house, and I went to the beach. There, I met my friends, but inside I was, once again, confused. Did he not want to be seen with me? But my friends started talking, and I joined in without mentioning I had given Joe a ride. About ten minutes later, Joe appeared with Bob’s brother, each carrying a surfboard. I felt an enormous sense of relief. He came over, gave me a quick kiss, took off his shirt, and headed into the sea. Suddenly, I felt everyone staring at me, and I turned red like a teenager who had never had a boyfriend! But was he my boyfriend?
When he finished surfing, he put his board under the umbrella and sat beside me. We chatted—me asking if the surfing was good, him answering—but in truth, I wasn’t hearing a word. I was just thinking about having a moment alone with him, feeling his body pressed against mine!
Suddenly, mid-conversation, he asked if I wanted to go to one of the beach stalls to get a drink. I agreed, since the spot where we usually sat didn’t have anything nearby—the sea there was open with big waves, a bit dangerous for swimming. So we left, promising to bring water back for everyone.
We walked side by side, talking casually, when I realised we were far beyond the stalls. It was a place where no one else was around. He moved closer, his body lightly brushing against mine, and whispered in my ear: “Did you know this side of the beach?” Since I was already swept up in the desire to give in, I said no—and I really had never gone that far that way, where the reefs invaded the sand and formed almost small caves. He took my hand and led me into one of those caves that was like a private pool. We entered the pool in silence; the water reached up to my chest. I was marvelling at the place and the urge to feel his body on mine!
He stood in front of me, looking at me from an arm’s length away. His hands on my shoulders began to slide down, caressing my arms, the sides of my breasts, moving past my waist and down to my hips. His eyes looking into mine said he wanted me, and mine answered that I wanted him too. He slid his hands from my hips to my bottom and pulled me close to him, and I immediately felt his desire. We began to kiss intensely, our hands calmly exploring each other’s bodies. His hands played with my nipples, which responded with firmness, and my hands played inside his shorts. His hand moved down from my breasts and began to play between my legs until his finger found my clitoris, and there, playing with each other’s bodies, we reached a delicious climax!
It was like a dream, and when we returned to reality, we started laughing—yes, we were laughing out loud, perhaps understanding that our energy was much stronger than we imagined and that it was mutual. I don’t know why, but we didn’t talk about it; we just felt it and let it flow naturally.
We walked back to the stalls, bought water for everyone, and returned to the group. When we got there, everyone asked where we had been. He said we had gone for a dip and stayed in the sea talking… haha, I don’t think anyone believed it! He didn’t surf anymore that day. When it was time to go back, he went with Bob’s brother to leave the board at Bob’s house, and I picked him up on the way to give him a ride home!
Arriving at his house, he gave me a quick kiss, thanked me, and got out of the car. As I was turning around to head home, he shouted: “Hey, I’ll call you later!” I smiled and drove away…
Things were starting to happen, and deep down I knew there was no need to rush. Little by little, we were going to get to know each other better!
See you soon!
Jess
