Girlfriend of a Surfer

by Bebe Wilde

  And I paused. In the moment I paused, I knew I’d been weakened and he’d get what he wanted, which was me. I yearned for that touch from him, from his hands on a bare breast or a slight stroke across my back, for him to be touching me. Just needing him like that made me weak and probably stupid.

  Oh, fuck it. Without a second thought, I grabbed at him and pulled his face to mine, his lips to mine. We kissed hungrily at each other’s mouths and then he walked me backwards towards the bed and pushed me down on it, his big, solid body settling on top of mine. Then he slipped a hand up my shirt and touched my breast.

  Ahh… I’d missed that. So very much. His big hand just squeezed my breast ever so nicely. I moaned and felt my heartbeat quicken. He was turning me on. He was turning me on so much I couldn’t stand it. What was it about him that did this to me? I didn’t know but I knew I had to have it, the one thing he was more than willing to give me.

  But then I regained my senses. I said, “No, Bear, don’t,” but then moaned as his head was going lower and lower and then was between my legs.

  “Don’t what?” he whispered. “You want me to stop this?”

  I moaned because as he said that, he pulled my pajama bottoms off, then my panties, in one fell swoop.

  “You want me to stop?” he asked. “Tell me to stop.”

  I bit my bottom lip. I could feel his breath down there, between my legs. He was waiting for me. He was waiting for me to confirm what he’d known all along, which was that I could never truly resist him. I could feel myself swell as I awaited the first touch from his lips. I could feel my hips rise off the bed, pushing towards his mouth, wanting that feeling he always gave me, that adrenaline rush of pure sexual pleasure.

  “Are you going to tell me to stop?” he said softly. “Tell me to stop.”

  This was it. I could stop it all now. I could send him out the door, on his way. Goodbye. Like hell I could. I could no more deny what I wanted than he could keep himself from doing it.

  “Don’t,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

  He didn’t hesitate. Once the words were out of my mouth, his face was buried between my legs, eating me with fervor and passion and just so much zeal. I gasped as he sucked at me, licking me like an ice cream cone, taking his time to really devour and enjoy. His fingers were playing with me, too, slipping inside of me and rubbing gently, slowly, easily. He had a knack for this, that much was true. Fine. I’d have one orgasm and then kick his ass to the curb. I would succumb to it and then send him off. Actually, I didn’t have much choice but to succumb to it. And succumb I did. The orgasm came out of nowhere, even though I was trying to hold off, and hit me like a ton of bricks. I guess I’d missed him more than I’d thought. I grabbed onto his head and literally humped his face as I came, moaning and nearly screaming with all the pent-up passion I’d been storing for over a week.

  Once I started to come down, he kissed his way back up my body, pausing to pull my shirt off then bending down to lick and suck at my nipples before his lips found my mouth again. I ate at his lips, holding his head steady with my hands. Then he moved back and pulled his shirt off, throwing it to the side. I rose up and ran my hands across his smooth, hardened chest, then kissed it, sliding my tongue down his stomach and to his cock, which was hard. I smiled and unzipped his pants, pulled it out and went down on him, sucking him as hard as I could.

  He gasped a little and grabbed my hair, pulling me back up to him and we kissed again, kissed as I pushed his pants and boxers down and grabbed onto his bare ass, squeezing it. Oh, he felt so fucking good. I’d missed him so much I couldn’t stand it. But I wanted more. I wanted to fuck now.

  I turned around and he pushed me down a little. Then he grabbed onto my ass and pulled it into the air and my head went into the pillow. Oh, yeah. Booty was up, head was down. I was ready to get fucked.

  He slapped my ass hard once, then leaned over and grabbed my breasts before sliding his hands along my back.

  “Oh, put it in,” I begged.

  “Shh,” he said and slapped my ass again. “You like that?” He paused and rubbed my ass. “Don’t you? You’ve been bad. You deserve it.”

  “Mmmm…” I moaned. “Give me another.”

  He gave me another, this time even harder and I knew it would leave a mark, but I didn’t mind.

  “Oh, baby,” I moaned. “Give it to me. Just fuck me!”

  And he did. He gave it to me, pushing his hard cock in and then he fucked me hard, rough. He grabbed onto my hair and pulled me up so he could suck at my throat as he fucked me. I just let him, hanging on for the ride. I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs, rubbing myself as he fucked me and licked on my neck. Soon, I was overcome with another sensation of orgasm before it hit me and hit me hard. I moaned loudly and bit down on my bottom lip. I fell face-first back to the bed, with my ass still in the air while he finished with one final, hard thrust.

  “Ow,” I moaned. “Fuck, that was good.”

  He fell on top of me, breathing heavily. We didn’t speak for the longest time after that, then we rolled over and hugged each other. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him as close as I could get him. What was the use in trying to break up with him? It was no use. I was addicted to him, just like he was addicted to surfing. It’d never be over for us because I couldn’t get enough. I was weak. My lust for him weakened me. I had no choice but to make up with him, welcome him back into my arms. For whatever reason it was, we were meant to be together. I surrendered because there just wasn’t much choice in the matter.

  “I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you, too,” I replied and kissed him. “God, I love you so much, Bear.” I pulled back and stared into his eyes. “But why do you piss me off so much? We could just be doing this all the time if you would just stop!”

  “I know,” he said. “I’ve never thought about it like that.”

  “Then think about it.”

  “I will,” he said. “You had me scared, though.”

  “What makes you think this changes anything?” I asked.

  He pulled back and looked at me. “What?”

  I laughed and hugged him back to me. “Shut up. Don’t ruin it, Bear.”

  “Okay,” he said. “But please don’t do this to me again. It’s almost killed me.”

  “I won’t,” I said honestly. “It’s been bad for me, too. You know that I can’t get enough of you.”

  “I know,” he said. “But you poked the bear and the bear had to poke back.”

  “I don’t like the way that sounds,” I said and we laughed, smiling at each other. “Oh, I could just kill you!”

  “Please don’t,” he said and chuckled.

  “Did you really go see Jed?” I asked.

  He nodded. “Yeah. I should have known you wouldn’t be there. You need someone like me, babe. He can’t handle you.”

  I laughed. “I think you might be right.” I pulled back and stared him dead in the eye. “But you don’t have to worry about it. You’ve ruined me on men. I don’t ever want another man.” And he had. Besides, I doubted I could ever find anyone to fuck me like he did. And for that, I guess I was willing to put up with his crap. I was so weak. But that’s what good sex did to a woman. It was just too good to resist.

  “That’s like music to my ears,” he said and kissed the tip of my nose then sighed with satisfaction. “I won’t have any more parties. I promise.”

  “You can have parties,” I said. “But just not every other day, okay? And you’ve got to tell those losers to stop eating all my food.”

  “I’m just a generous guy,” he said.

  “Yeah, but you’re being generous with my food,” I told him, then shook my head. “Wait. Wait. Let’s not get into it or I might kick you out and ruin the moment. Let’s just be together right now, oaky?”

  He nodded. “Okay.”

  We lay there for a while, then he sat up and looked around. “This p
lace have a mini-bar? My throat is as dry as a possum’s cod.”

  I groaned. “Of all the stupid, country-assed sayings you could have picked up in Tennessee, that’s the one you choose! Why that one?”

  “I like saying it,” he said, laughing a little. “I think it’s funny.”

  “You do know what it is, right?” I asked.

  “I got an idea,” he said and grinned. “So, mini-bar?”

  I pointed. He got up and got two beers out of the small fridge and brought them over, sitting down beside me. He popped the cap on one, held it out to me, then popped the other one and took a long drink as I took a long look at his body. Would I never tire of looking at that thing? He was like an Adonis. We sipped our beers and he smiled at me. I smiled back, then cracked up.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “I just thought of something,” I said and got up and went to my purse and pulled out a lottery ticket, then handed it to him. “You’ve got me trained so well, I bought that without thinking yesterday.”

  “I do have you trained,” he said and kissed my cheek, then looked at the ticket. “Oh, fuck, babe. You got all the numbers wrong!”

  “I did?” I asked.

  “You’re fucking off on every number by one! How is that possible? You got twenty-seven, thirty, thirty-six, forty-one, forty-nine and twelve! These numbers will never win!”

  He. Was. Out. Of. His. Mind. I just stared at him.

  “Even if I win, I’ll still lose,” he said, shaking his head. He looked around wildly then shook his head. “Well, I can’t buy a new one now. It’s after twelve. Drawings already happened.”

  God, he got on my nerves so badly. “Bear, let me ask you something. Why do you continue to play the lottery when you know you will never win?”

  “I got those plans to move to Hawaii,” he said.

  “You don’t have to win the lottery to move to Hawaii,” I said. “You’ve got all those friends there. You could visit anytime.”

  “Yeah, I know,” he said. “It’s not just to go to Hawaii, but to move there. You know, do it up right.”

  That did sound nice. But I had to ask, “Why Hawaii?”

  “Because it would be like Shangri La. Surfing all the time, parties at night.”

  “That’s your life now!”

  “Yeah, but it’s different there,” he replied. “The waves are just so rad, you know? The water is warmer there. I could surf every day, all day, eat fresh fish at night, sleep in a tent.”

  “So, you become an overnight millionaire and you sleep in a tent?”

  “Or maybe we could buy a tree house.”

  “You want to live in a tree house?” I asked and looked around for my t-shirt, then pulled it on.

  “I do and I’d be happy,” he said and tossed the lottery ticket to the side. “Please don’t get dressed. I like you naked.”

  “Shut up,” I said and found my panties, then slipped them on. “But anyway, you’re happy now.”

  “But then we’d be rich and that would make you happy which would make me even happier.”

  As always I came out looking like the nagging woman. Like I was only interested in money. Ugh! I realized that maybe I was the nagging woman. But I wasn’t going to let him know I was thinking this. “Oh, go fuck yourself.”

  “I’d rather fuck you,” he said. “But yeah, but if I lived out there I could surf the Banzai Pipeline with my buds every day if I wanted to. It would be so cool.”

  “And kill yourself in the process,” I said and added, “But at least you would leave me a rich widow.”

  “You got to marry me first,” he said.

  “Yeah, yeah, I’ll marry you,” I said.

  “You will?” he asked, his eyes a little wide.

  I thought about it. “Well, not today, but yeah, someday.”

  “Wow,” he said. “That’s cool. You said yes!”

  I stared at him. “Someday, Bear, someday, yes. Let’s move on.”

  “You got it, babe,” he said and stared at me and smiled. “You know, I only started playing the lottery because of you. I started the day we met, came up with those crazy numbers and have played them every week since.”

  That was kind of sweet, even if it was the dumbest financial plan I’d ever heard. “You mean,” I said. “I’ve played them.”

  “I’ve played, too,” he said.

  “And look at all the good it’s done you!” I said and acted thrilled.

  “I mean, you never know,” he said. “You get the numbers right and then ding-ding-ding-ding! Jackpot!”

  I sat down on the bed and stared at him, then said, “You know, if you had kept surfing professionally, you would be one rich bitch, right?”

  He looked away from me quickly, like he didn’t want to think about that.

  “Bear?” I said. “You know that, right?”

  “I know, Willa.”

  “Tell me why you quit,” I said. “Please?”

  “Why should I?”

  “Quinn wants to know,” I said. “She bugs me all the time about why you quit. She thinks you almost killed yourself.”

  “It can get dangerous,” he said and got up and retrieved another beer from the small refrigerator. “But, no, that never happened.”

  “Then what did happen?”

  “It’s stupid,” he said.

  “I can tell you want to tell me,” I said. “So just tell me, Bear.”

  He looked at me as he uncapped the beer, threw the cap to the side and sighed. “Fine. I will tell you.”

  “So tell me,” I said.

  He took a long sip of his beer and began, “I was out doing a competition in Tahiti one year and I was waiting for my wave, you know, way far out there, bopping up and down on my board. I was in the zone and I felt good. Then I stared back at the crowd on the beach, all these people who were, for better or worse, going to judge what I was about to. And I just always thought of it as catching a wave. But then I realized this wasn’t about catching a wave. It was about pleasing people. It finally dawned on me that it was a competition to get some people you don’t know to like you.”

  I’d never thought of it like that.

  “And I almost panicked,” he said and came over and sat beside me on the bed. “I began to think about stuff. Like, what if I don’t do well? What if I don’t blow it out of the water? What if I wasn’t the best? What if I couldn’t stay the best? What would happen when I got older and stopped being as good? Can I keep this up? What if I’m not able to stay at this level? They’ll hate me, that’s what.”

  I understood completely. I put my chin on his shoulder and nodded for him to continue.

  “But I caught that wave and dominated that competition,” he said. “And then I went back home and bought me a little house near the beach and that was it. I dropped out. I gave up a lot but, you know, I guess I am like my dad in that sense. It is about the wave, about the way your soul feels when you’re out there. It’s just you and nature and nothing else matters.”

  He put it so eloquently. And that was saying something for a guy who could burp the alphabet.

  “Besides, I’m not really a competitive person,” he said. “I know I’m pretty much better than everyone else out there so I don’t have to have a judge to confirm it.”

  I laughed at his arrogant un-self-awareness.

  “I just never really thought about anything other than surfing,” he said and turned to me. “Until I met you.”

  I smiled at him. “Go on.”

  “This cute chick on the side of the road needing her tire changed,” he said and finished his beer.

  “You know I can change a tire, don’t you?”

  “You can?” he asked and set the empty beer bottle on the nightstand.

  I nodded. “I can. I just let you do it because you were so hot.”

  “Well, fuck me, I didn’t know that,” he said. “You know, what I liked was that you didn�
��t know who the fuck I was. I could be who I really am around you, not an internationally ranked super star surfer.”

  “Well, it’s good to see that you still have some humility,” I said and laughed.

  “No, it’s true,” he said. “You looked at me like I was a person, not this thing. And I loved you for it. It was cool.”

  I smiled at him. “No, you’re cool, even if you are a dropout.”

  He nodded, then said seriously, “Willa, you know if I hadn’t quit, we would have never met, don’t you?”

  “Then it’s a good thing you quit, isn’t it?”

  He smiled.

  I hugged him tight. “You are the sweetest man in the world,” I said and kissed his cheek. “Even if you do drive me crazy.”

  “Thanks for saying that,” he said and kissed my forehead, then he got up and looked for the lottery ticket and tossed it into the trashcan. “I’m done with this shit. It’s never going to pan out. It’s a fool’s game. From now on, I am going to work hard and get us the money we need so you,” he paused and pointed his finger at me. “Can pop out a few kids.”

  “That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” I said dryly then got up and took the ticket out of the trashcan. “You never know, Bear,” I said and handed it to him. “Keep it.”

  “Nah,” he said and tossed it to the side. “I’ve got a better plan. I’m going to start a surf school. I will have those noobs popping up in no time. Hell, you never know, I might even be able to teach some of them how to ride a barrel. That might take a while, though.” He paused and eyed me. “But no way in hell am I going to show them my sweet spots. That’s too much to expect.”

  I rolled my eyes. His sweet spots were places that only “real” surfers knew of that allowed them to catch the best waves. Some of them were around abandoned piers or what-have-you. I was sure the people he would be teaching wouldn’t even know what to do in a sweet spot. More than likely, most of them could barely stand on a board longer than a couple of seconds. I couldn’t and he’d been trying to teach me to surf for years. I had really given it my all a few times, putting on my best bikini, tucking a board under my arm, following him to the water, hollering about how cold it was. And then we’d paddle out and I’d attempt to surf. I’d pop up on my board and that’s about as far as I got. Then I’d fall into the water, getting salt water in my eyes and feeling like a fool. He’d yell at me to “Stay on the board! Just get up a little at first! Not all the way! Get used to it!” And I’d try that and then I’d fall again. And again. And again. It was a good thing I’m a strong swimmer, that’s all I can say. Finally, I got so fed up and just plain exhausted, I splashed water in his face and told him he was a bully, a no good bum and that I hated him. And I said it like that, “I hate you!” Then we got into this giant argument that drew a crowd. Fortunately, it didn’t end up on YouTube like his rant about Jed had.