What did he think? If my brother had been talking me up the last twelve months or so, how could he even think I’d hang around a kid like that? Besides, what did Mike mean by “cutting into Ryan’s time?”
Crazy thoughts like these rushed through my mind as I sought to get rid of the awkward vibes that were bouncing around us almost as loudly as the surf. My cheeks flamed, my eyes looked everywhere but at Ryan, then it happened. The wind from the surf came up behind me and all of a sudden, “Whoosh!” Up went my skirt.
The sand was suddenly very comfortable as I plopped down as quickly as I could, wondering if Ryan had noticed or not. As I looked up to see if he wanted to join me for a little break on the warm sand, where my skirt could do no more flying, I noticed the look in his eyes had changed. No longer did he appear to question my taste in “friends,” but rather seemed to like what happened when the wind took advantage of fluke air currents.
Then we were both laughing. It was the strangest feeling, suddenly feeling like I had known Ryan forever. We laughed about the ink on Mike’s biceps, triceps, hams and gastrocs and even wondered briefly if he had any on his glutes but quickly lost interest in that thought… eww!
We talked until the sun went down and the stars came out. I must digress briefly, because here is another reason I love Seaside. The sunsets are glorious but the sky continues to get even more amazing after the sun has disappeared. The galaxy fairly glows above the dark ocean waters here. My thoughts loved to wander as I searched and found and sailed and flew through the heavens, wondering what was up there.
The wind began to blow more softly, the surf turned more gentle and the rolling of the waves soon was a very romantic background. Phosphorescent algae and plankton danced and played along the waves with each crest and swell of the water. With so many things twinkling and glowing, it was no wonder that soon, Ryan’s eyes were also glowing with a certain intensity.
We had gone through all the “where did you go to school?” and “do you know so-and-so,” as well as some of our most embarrassing moments and some of our most cherished memories. The lulls in our conversation were natural, not at all uncomfortable. I felt like we were content to sit there with one another and talk as well as listen to each other but also enjoy the sounds of the natural beauty that surrounded us.
Reaching out to hold his hand surprised me more than it did him. Not usually forward with men, it was more of a natural instinct than something I had been plotting to do or wishing fervently that he would do on his own. So when my hand slid into his and he gently squeezed it to let me know it was all good, my heart began to slam around in my chest. The charge of electricity between our two hands was unmistakable. I wished my arm was touching his arm, my ankle his ankle. And more than anything, that my mouth was being crushed and charged by his beautiful lips.
Wow, my mom would be so proud of these thoughts forming in my mind. That almost made me want to stop them just to spite her. But then my galloping heart got the best of me. What had I said earlier about being fine with being single? With not needing a man to complete me? Because all of a sudden that was just a bunch of bunk. I couldn’t imagine how I had survived this long in life without him? Breathing seemed to become difficult, I was sure he could hear my heart banging around, and maybe my eyes held a certain luminosity in the starlight too, because all of a sudden we were leaning in toward each other for a sweet, chaste kiss.
Then we leaned in for a little more than a sweet, chaste kiss. Wow! Did Ryan know how to work his lips. They were teasing then searching, plump and firm while soft and warm. His breath tasted slightly of spearmint and chocolate brownie. Suddenly, the kiss deepened and I felt myself falling madly out of control of my feelings. How could I be doing this with someone I just met hours ago? Then again, was it just hours when it really seemed like forever? I decided we could go on kissing on that still sun-warmed sand, next to the waves gently rolling in, under that neverending canopy of stars for a very, very long time and it still wouldn’t be long enough to...
“Aunt Jessie! Are you giving Ryan mouth to mouth?”
“Did something happen to him?”
“Was he drowning?”
“How come he isn’t wet?”
“Why are you looking at us with that funny face?”
Abruptly all those warm, good feelings evaporated.
Check back tomorrow for the conclusion to this story!
Crazy thoughts like these rushed through my mind as I sought to get rid of the awkward vibes that were bouncing around us almost as loudly as the surf. My cheeks flamed, my eyes looked everywhere but at Ryan, then it happened. The wind from the surf came up behind me and all of a sudden, “Whoosh!” Up went my skirt.
The sand was suddenly very comfortable as I plopped down as quickly as I could, wondering if Ryan had noticed or not. As I looked up to see if he wanted to join me for a little break on the warm sand, where my skirt could do no more flying, I noticed the look in his eyes had changed. No longer did he appear to question my taste in “friends,” but rather seemed to like what happened when the wind took advantage of fluke air currents.
Then we were both laughing. It was the strangest feeling, suddenly feeling like I had known Ryan forever. We laughed about the ink on Mike’s biceps, triceps, hams and gastrocs and even wondered briefly if he had any on his glutes but quickly lost interest in that thought… eww!
We talked until the sun went down and the stars came out. I must digress briefly, because here is another reason I love Seaside. The sunsets are glorious but the sky continues to get even more amazing after the sun has disappeared. The galaxy fairly glows above the dark ocean waters here. My thoughts loved to wander as I searched and found and sailed and flew through the heavens, wondering what was up there.
The wind began to blow more softly, the surf turned more gentle and the rolling of the waves soon was a very romantic background. Phosphorescent algae and plankton danced and played along the waves with each crest and swell of the water. With so many things twinkling and glowing, it was no wonder that soon, Ryan’s eyes were also glowing with a certain intensity.
We had gone through all the “where did you go to school?” and “do you know so-and-so,” as well as some of our most embarrassing moments and some of our most cherished memories. The lulls in our conversation were natural, not at all uncomfortable. I felt like we were content to sit there with one another and talk as well as listen to each other but also enjoy the sounds of the natural beauty that surrounded us.
Reaching out to hold his hand surprised me more than it did him. Not usually forward with men, it was more of a natural instinct than something I had been plotting to do or wishing fervently that he would do on his own. So when my hand slid into his and he gently squeezed it to let me know it was all good, my heart began to slam around in my chest. The charge of electricity between our two hands was unmistakable. I wished my arm was touching his arm, my ankle his ankle. And more than anything, that my mouth was being crushed and charged by his beautiful lips.
Wow, my mom would be so proud of these thoughts forming in my mind. That almost made me want to stop them just to spite her. But then my galloping heart got the best of me. What had I said earlier about being fine with being single? With not needing a man to complete me? Because all of a sudden that was just a bunch of bunk. I couldn’t imagine how I had survived this long in life without him? Breathing seemed to become difficult, I was sure he could hear my heart banging around, and maybe my eyes held a certain luminosity in the starlight too, because all of a sudden we were leaning in toward each other for a sweet, chaste kiss.
Then we leaned in for a little more than a sweet, chaste kiss. Wow! Did Ryan know how to work his lips. They were teasing then searching, plump and firm while soft and warm. His breath tasted slightly of spearmint and chocolate brownie. Suddenly, the kiss deepened and I felt myself falling madly out of control of my feelings. How could I be doing this with someone I just met hours ago? Then again, was it just hours when it really seemed like forever? I decided we could go on kissing on that still sun-warmed sand, next to the waves gently rolling in, under that neverending canopy of stars for a very, very long time and it still wouldn’t be long enough to...
“Aunt Jessie! Are you giving Ryan mouth to mouth?”
“Did something happen to him?”
“Was he drowning?”
“How come he isn’t wet?”
“Why are you looking at us with that funny face?”
Abruptly all those warm, good feelings evaporated.
Check back tomorrow for the conclusion to this story!
