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  Surfer’s Virgin

  Hayden Ash

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  Contents

  Emma I

  Emma II

  Troy I

  Troy II

  Emma III

  Epilogue

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  Emma I

  “Don’t waste it. You’re only young once.”

  I think about these words—the words my dad said before he shipped out to the army. When I think about the words, they make me angry. I love my dad, but this is why almost all of my friends are pregnant or are caught in a vicious cycle of sleeping with drugged out losers who abuse and even steal money from them.

  But the fact of the matter is that it bothers that I haven’t done anything remotely exciting so far in life. I’m the cautious one, and I like to brag that I make all the right choices, but secretly I sometimes feel like I’m missing out. I wish I could be eighteen forever, so I wouldn’t have to decide.

  “Emma, wake up!” My friend, Lindsey, shakes me awake.

  I lift my head off her shoulders and peer out the window beside me. We’re still on the bus to the big surf competition for the high school. It’s the last one before I graduate, so, I guess, it should be a big deal.

  Our high school is located in a little beach town that no one cares about and where absolutely nothing ever happens. So, we get excited about everything we’re even marginally good at, which, in this case, is surfing. I’m an actual cheerleader for a surfing team. What the fuck is my life?

  “All right, listen up bitches!” Our cheer captain, a year younger than me, says in her shrill fucking voice. “This is probably the biggest competition that our school will ever be a part of for generations. And we all know the reason we need to win is because Zach Bruer will get to compete against some of the best surfers in the entire world!”

  “Like who?” One of the other cheerleaders asks.

  “Fuck off, Britney, you know I don’t fucking know surfers’ names,” the cheer captain says, arms folding and eyes rolling. “Anyway, Emma, we’ve built our whole routine around you so you better not fuck it up!”

  For the hundredth fucking time I’m not his fucking girlfriend! I think in my head but don’t bother to say—knowing it would do absolutely no good. When you’re a guy and when you’re more popular than the girl in question, then you get to say whatever the fuck you want and everyone just goes with it.

  Emma II

  We shuffle out of the bus and head down the hill to the beach. Everywhere, in all directions, all I see are shirtless, soaking, ripped guys…handsome as hell like male-models. They proudly hold out their long, smooth surfboards, which, I admit, are really beautiful to look at—the sunlight reflects luminously off them and bounces around in all directions.

  “Do you want to say something before the girls start practicing?” I hear the cheer captain asks someone.

  I turn around and see that she’s talking to Zach, the beautiful, curly-haired, shining star that I really think might be gay.

  “Emma!” He yells, noticing me.

  Then, he runs to me, lifts me up in his arms, and twirls me high in the air.

  “Hey you!” I say.

  “No time to talk! C’mon. Help me hustle everyone up!” Zach says, putting me back down on the ground.

  I help him gather everyone, the surfers and the cheerleaders, into a huge circle.

  “Ok, guys, I just want to say thank you to everyone who came out today. We’re gonna’ crush it!” Zach says.

  “Hell, yeah, Zach! You’re going to have your face on a cereal box this time next year!” One of the girls says.

  Zach looks at one of the other guys on the team and rolls his eyes—seeming more annoyed than flattered.

  “What are we talking about?” I hear a man’s voice say from behind me.

  I turn around and see an incredibly hot guy walking towards us with six guys following closely behind him. I can instantly tell this guy is a man’s man. He’s so big and muscular that he makes Zach and the other guys from my school like they’re twelve years older. His face is hard and rugged, and his stare alone dominates me. I start to feel a sharp tingle in my pussy that won’t seem to quit. I’ve never felt this way before, especially this quickly, and it intimidates me…he intimidates me.

  He’s also older, probably in his mid-thirties and he has a speck of silver that runs throughout his otherwise dark brown hair. I find that I actually like this a lot, so much that I have to tear myself away from staring and drooling at him like some fucking idiot.

  “Yo, man, back the hell up!” Zach says, puffing up his chest as he stomps towards the guy.

  “Excuse me?” The man asks, laughing at Zach.

  “Go back to your fucking family over there before you get your ass kicked, old man!” Zach growls.

  The man just continues to laugh. Then he sighs, clearly annoyed.

  “Son, what’s wrong with you huh? Why are you acting like a little kid?” The man asks.

  This seems to infuriate Zach, who’s face is turning red. Zach looks so small and fucking scrawny next to this guy and he knows it.

  “I said go back to your fucking family. I’d hurry before my guys decide they’d like to have a little alone time with your daughter…” Zach says, grinning.

  The man stays silent. There’s nothing, no emotions at all out of him. He looks like he’s thinking quietly to himself, but about what I have no idea.

  Then, he grabs Zach’s face and throws him back hard against a thick palm tree. Zach’s back collides with the tree and throws him back at the man.

  Then, the guy punches Zach hard in his stomach. Zach goes down. He rolls around in the and, struggling like hell to breathe.

  The other guys from my school just stare speechless—seeming to really want to hit this guy but being a little too afraid to try it.

  “Jesus Christ, these kids…” the man sighs. “I really just wanted to come over to say good luck and that I’m excited to be competing with you all up-and-comers.”

  “Th…thanks,” one of the girls says.

  I look over at all the other cheerleaders and it becomes instantly obvious that I’m not the only one who thinks this guy is really fucking hot.

  The boys give her dirty looks, shaming her without words.

  “Actually, fuck you. Get the fuck out of here!” The girls says.

  Then everyone from our school starts yelling at the guy to go away.

  The man just shakes his head, sighing again.

  And then, just as he’s turning to walk away, he notices me.

  “Hey there,” he says to me.

  He grabs my hand, and doesn’t let go even after several seconds.

  “You’re really gorgeous. I’m really happy to be meeting you,” he tells me.

  “Thank you,” I say.

  I know all the guys are probably glaring at me, hating me. But, I don’t care. All I care about is how weak my knees feel right now and how fast my heart is beating. I feel like my pulse is skyrocketing into the stratosphere. Shit, how does this guy make me feel like such a little girl?

  “I’ll see you around later, I hope,” he says.

  Then, he turns around and walks away. I find myse
lf getting lost in lust as my eyes linger on each and every rippling muscle on his massive back—wanting to lay my fingers all over them.

  Troy I

  “C’mon, Troy, I want your big dick inside of me! Don’t lie and tell me it’s not fucking huge! I know it is. I’ve saw it that one time you were coming out of the water and your speedo fell off…” Miranda, one of the other surfer’s wives, tells me. “Tell me you want to fuck me!”

  “Miranda, like I tell you every time you ask…no,” I say, trying to be as nice about it as I can.

  “Why? Is it because of that girl? She’s the reason you beat that little high school boy up?” Miranda asks.

  “Oh that…” I say, starting to laugh. “Funny you bring that up because they actually thought she was my daughter. And, you know, made it seem like they were going to do something to her, so I had to straighten them out. I don’t even know that girl!”

  “And, it was so hot watching you do it. The way you towered over those little boys and dominated them. You’re the alpha wolf and you make all the little cubs bow down to you, as well you should,” Miranda says, wrapping her arms around me, and pushing up against me at an angle that makes her breasts look like they’re popping out of her bikini top at me. I push her off and walk towards the water.

  “Shut up, Miranda. You know I won’t fall for some childish ego-stroking routine. You know what you need? Some dick stroking from those kids over there.”

  “You want me to stroke kids’ dicks?” Miranda asks, laughing.

  “See, this. This is what I’m talking about. You might be my age, but you don’t act like it.” I say.

  “Fuck you, you boring fucking prude!” She hisses at me.

  I simple walk away, not wanting to engage the rapidly rising level of crazy I see coming to the surface in her once again.

  As I walk down the beach alone to clear my head, as I always do before any competition, I can’t seem to get that one girl out of my mind. I never got her number, or her name for that matter. I was caught off guard and that never ever happens to me. So, why is it happening now?

  She was fucking amazing…that kind of beauty that doesn’t need any makeup whatsoever. And a little sun soaked body that you just want to lift up and bend over…

  Shit, Troy, you need to focus.

  But, the more I try to focus the more I just see her again and again in my mind’s eye. Something about her makes me want to discover her. Make her mine. Conquer that little body and stunning young face.

  And, it’s even more than that. She’s too good for that little pack of losers she’s hanging around with. I know that and I could tell she knows it too. I think, if she wanted, I could take her away from all of that.

  But, it’s too late to make my move and now all that matters is the ocean and my surfboard.

  Troy II

  It’s the end of the competition now. The heat is pouring down hard on all of us and I just can’t wait to get into that water.

  We’ve been performing exceptionally. The only one of us that messed up even once, and, I admit it was pretty bad, was Miranda’s husband.

  Now, the kid I had to knock some sense into is surfing back onto the sand and the score is all tied up. I have to do as well or better than the kid for us to win and I cannot wait to do it.

  “Damn, the kid did pretty well. You sure you’ve got this?” Miranda’s husband asks me.

  “That’s the thing. He actually didn’t do that well…for him,” I say.

  “What do you mean?” He asks.

  “It was extremely subtle, but he actually broke his form several times. He must have been in his head because he knew that he had to score really well or I’d be finishing off the competition off from way ahead and so as long as I managed not to wipeout, we’d win. So, the pressure, made his knees buckle just a little bit, and that was enough to throw off an otherwise flawless performance.”

  “Shit, man, you can see all those subtleties?” Miranda’s husband asks, head spinning. “That’s why you’re the fucking king! The kid could learn a lot from you if he wasn’t such a dumbass.”

  I walk towards the kid and extend my hand to him.

  “Great job, young man. I mean that! No hard feelings?” I ask.

  Then, the boy spits on my hand and walks away. I shake my hand clean of his disgusting saliva and just focus on what I have to do—knowing that I can beat him down again if need be later. But, now it’s just me and the ocean. Nothing else matters now.

  I throw my surfboard into the water and start wading out. Then I lie down on it and paddle myself out deep into ocean, so far out that I can barely see the beach.

  “All right…” I hear a guy say from a loudspeaker. “And, go!”

  I take off into a wave that I’ve been eyeing. It hits a little fast, but I manage to get my footing. I speed through the tunnel of water—feeling the water spray over me as the waves crashes behind me.

  This was not the right wave for this, but it’s too late for that now. Calmly, I bend my knees at a sharper angle, so that I pick up velocity and shoot like a rocket out of the tunnel and, once out, I lift my legs and pop up on top of the wave.

  My surfboard is like a hydroplane the way it’s sprinting down the line of this enormous wave. I ride it patiently, knowing that if I move my body even an inch in the wrong direction then I will wipe out.

  But then, I see her. Somehow, in the turquoise sky in the distance I see that girl’s face staring, smiling back at me, and, suddenly, I don’t want to leave. I just want to exist in this moment until it disappears.

  But, as I reach the end of the wave, I realize that I’ve stayed on it too long, and now I have practically no time to get out of it without crashing. I take a quick but deep breath and leap off the wave—my board flipping a perfect three-sixty underneath my feet.

  And, then I land hard on my surfboard as it and I both touch down on the water again at the exact same time. And, even from all the way out here, I can hear the crowd start to boom in applause.

  And, I realize that I just inadvertently had the best performance of my career so far, quite possibly of my entire lifetime—risking the entire competition and, even my own safety in order to pull off the a difficult trick for as long as humanely possible. And, I could only do it because of the way I feel about

  Her…

  I return back to the beach, and all my guys and family and friends all rush me at once—jumping up and down like we’re some war tribe returning victorious from battle.

  I love all the support. I love the fact that we accomplished this as a team. But, right now, there’s something else I know that I have to do—consequences be damned.

  I march through the crowded beach and I find her…that girl.

  And, as soon as I spot her, I walk up to her, put my hands on her back to pull her close against me, and then I kiss her. It’s sweet and long and I feel myself getting hard and wanting to lower my hands under those tiny bikini bottoms, but I know that if I ever do I want it to be a moment shared just between us two.

  She kisses me back, initiating it further by putting her tongue in my mouth and digging her nails tightly into my back. And, as we kiss, I can hear her lightly moaning—wanting more.

  Then, I feel someone rip her off of me, and, before I can even see the person, they punch me directly in the mouth.

  I’m knocked back a bit, but manage to stay on my feet, and as I wipe the blood off of my mouth, I see that kid again.

  “Zach, what the fuck!” The girl screams.

  “Me? What the fuck are you doing making out with someone else? I’m your fucking boyfriend! Not to mention the fact that he’s old enough to be your father!”

  “For the last fucking time: you’re not my fucking boyfriend!” The girl screams.

  “It’s ok!” I tell the girl, interrupting. “I’m in the wrong. I got caught up in the moment. I’m just going to leave. Sorry.”

  Then, I walk up the hill to the locker stalls. And, as I look back down the hi
ll, I see that she’s still staring up at me and I wink at her, letting her know that I want her to follow me. And, just before I walk out of sight, I see her wink back at me.

  Emma III

  I step into the men’s locker room.

  Holy shit, I can’t believe I’m doing this! This is fucking insane. But, I just feel like I need to know what it would be like to be with a real man.

  All I’ve been thinking about all day is him. His huge muscles, his strong, rugged face, and even that huge bulge in his trunks. I bet he could do so many dirty, little things to me with all that power and size he’s got. My pussy is craving the answer of what those dirty, little things might be, throbbing so hard that I can barely see straight. It’s not my fault—she’s taken over now.

  I peek around the corner, hoping not to see any naked man besides him, and, luckily, I don’t. In fact, it seems completely empty in here, and it’s a little spooky.

  “Hello?” I call out.

  Logic starts shooting off light bulbs in my head—telling me that I should just get the hell out of here already. This was a really, really stupid mistake but there’s still time to turn back.

  But, no, I want this both logically and emotionally. He’s the first and only guy that’s brought this sexual side out of me and I’m not giving that up.

  I walk over to the shower stalls and I see him standing there, silently waiting for me. When he sees me, he turns the knob on in the shower stall. He looks intensely into me, inviting me to join him, and I listen, walking straight towards him, unflinching.

  I run into his arms and he pulls me in extremely tight against his big, strong body. Then, he bites my neck and unties my bikini top, letting my breasts fall heavy onto his chest. The water soaks us, erases everything except the feel of our flesh rubbing against each other.