Lying in bed early in the morning, I think of surfing. It is going to be a perfect summer day outside. Blue skies, not a cloud in sight. And the waves are supposed to be killer. I am so burned out with the rest of my life, I can’t wait to hit the ocean.

And then I think of Emma. Because I think of her whenever I’m alone in this bed, more often than not stroking my cock and picturing her. I’m not ashamed to admit it, at least to myself.

I miss fucking her.

I imagine Emma, her dark hair streaming down her back, her tits and ass and legs perfectly suntanned against that tiny white bikini of hers. In my mind, she looks over her shoulder and grins at me.

I’m instantly hard, forming a tent under the blankets. I reach down and give my cock a long, lazy stroke, imagining that Emma is sitting on my cock, kissing me. I’d hold onto her thighs to keep her in place, while she would be riding me hard, breathless at the feel of my big cock stretching out her delicate little pussy.

It only takes a minute of imagining her perfect tits bouncing, imagining the sounds that she would make as I fucked her…

I blow my load everywhere, ruining my sheets and comforter as I release with abandon. I stay like that for a minute, then I guiltily get up and gather the sheets and comforter.

This is the third time this week that I’ve had to wash all my bedding. I blame Emma; it’s hard to look at her or think about her without getting crazy fucking blue balls.

As I get dressed to head to the beach, Emma never really leaves my thoughts. Pulling on board shorts and a t-shirt, I think back to the conversation yesterday. She did ask me to text her…

Fuck it. I grab my phone and send her a text, just to see if she’s around.

You up?

I’m not expecting anything, but to my surprise she answers almost instantly.

I’m awake. You?

I’m heading to the beach soon. I want to get there by sunrise. You interested?

I wait for a minute, then go about getting my coffee ready. When I check again, there’s a response from her.

Will you pick me up?

A grin splits my face. I text her back that I’ll be at her place in fifteen minutes, and hurry to get my stuff together. After I find a towel and sunblock, I grab two boards. At the last minute, I fill a thermos with coffee and cream, then I head out to the car.

All the way over to her house in the gray light of morning, I’m in a ridiculously good mood. It’s funny how my shitty mood melts away in the face of seeing Emma in a bikini. Part of me thinks that it’s sad that I’m so hung up on this girl, but the other part of me is super happy that she’s…

Well, she hasn’t forgiven me, per se. And nothing has changed. But she’s agreed to hang out today, which is about as good as I’m going to get.

I just take those bad feelings and misgivings and stuff them deep down. As I pull up outside Emma’s house, I see her front door open.

Then there she is, gorgeous as she has ever fucking been. Her hair is thrown up in a ponytail, she’s wearing a jaw-droppingly small electric yellow crop top, and she wears a tantalizing pair of ridiculously tiny black shorts.

She jogs up to my Jeep, wrenching the door open and piling herself inside. She has a backpack too, probably to hold her wetsuit. She looks at me, a small smile on her lips.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi yourself,” I say mildly, throwing the car into drive.

“Can we drive through somewhere to get coffee?” she asks, yawning a little. I wait as she puts on her seatbelt, trying not to let my gaze linger for too long on those sun kissed bare legs. “It’s soooo early.”

“I’ve already got some, if you don’t mind sharing,” I say, jerking my thumb toward the back seat. “It’s in the thermos.”

“You think I’m going to turn down free coffee?” She fishes the thermos out of the backseat. When she unscrews the lid, the smell of dark roast permeates the air for a second. “Even if it does mean catching your cooties.”

I give her a look, teasing her right back. “Hey, you don’t have to drink it.”

She pours a little in the cap, then sips it. “Coffee is coffee.”

“I’ll have to remember that.” I pull up to the beachside parking area at the beach just as the sunrise really makes itself known. The beach looks amazing like this, the light reaching out warm fingers to touch a cold wave here, a dune of sand there.

“Wow, there’s like… no one here,” Emma marvels, gawking at the empty beach. And she’s right, there are only a couple of cars parked here this early.

I park the Jeep. “Getting up this early for anything is pretty foreign to a lot of people.”

“I see that. I mean, I’m usually one of those people.” She smiles as she recaps the thermos and climbs out of the car.

I avert my gaze again instead of staring at her ass, which I guarantee looks fantastic when she’s bent over in those shorts. I don’t need to be walking around with a big ass boner while we’re just carrying stuff from the Jeep onto the beach. I don’t want her to think I’m a total pervert.

Although, I am. And she knows that I am.

I groan as I pick up the boards and my backpack, heading straight down into the sand. Emma follows, shouldering her own little backpack. I pick a spot pretty close to where the surf comes running onto the beach, figuring with the waning tide that our stuff should be safe enough from the water there.

“Here okay?” I say, looking at Emma.

She drops her backpack, which I take as a sign that she’s satisfied with the spot.

“Looks good to me,” she says, shading her eyes against the rising sun. “I’m really hoping that I can stand up this time.”

“You can, for sure,” I say, dropping the boards. I unzip my backpack, pulling the sunblock and my wetsuit out. “You feel like sharing some of that coffee?”

She gives me a lopsided grin. “Yep.”

Emma pours a little bit of coffee into the thermos cap, and passes it over. I slurp the coffee down, trying not to stare as she takes off her tiny top and shorts. I set the thermos cap atop the boards as she wiggles her beautiful body inside her wetsuit.

Looking down at the sand, I strip off my t-shirt and pull off my shoes, then work my way into my wetsuit. I only pull my wetsuit halfway on, leaving my torso bare.

When I look up, I catch Emma watching me, her gaze heavy and heated. She blushes when she sees me notice her looking.

There’s an awkward moment where I’m grinning and she’s trying not to smile.

“We’re both still hot, in case you hadn’t noticed,” I say, trying to relieve the tension.

She arches a brow. “Is that so?”

“Yep. Just because we aren’t actively fucking doesn’t make it any different.”

I try to keep my tone light and casual. Inside, I’m dying to know whether she still wants me as badly as I want to be with her. She just blushes and shakes her head at me.

“That’s good to know.” Her smile is tight-lipped, suggesting that maybe I shouldn’t drag old feelings out into the sunlight.

“Are you ready to go straight for it, or do you maybe want a refresher?”

Emma seems indecisive. “Uhhh… maybe you should just remind me what the steps are? Like, verbally, I mean.”

“Okay. Starting from the end of the board, yeah?” I point to the end of one of the surf boards. “You grab the sides, and then move onto your stomach. Then you lift yourself upward…”

“Oh, right. Then I sort of turn my leg…”

“Yep. And slide your other foot forward. Then the hard part, which is having enough balance to stand and surf.”

“Right. Got it.” She scrunches her face up. “I mean, I think I do.”

“Good. Let’s paddle out, then.”

I pick up the thermos lid, putting it back on top of the thermos. Then I hand one of the surf boards to her. We pad out to the sea, the sand stiff and crunchy, breaking away under our feet. When I step into the ocean and feel it swirl around my feet, I suck in a deep lungful of salty air.

Glancing at Emma to make sure she’s still with me, I put my surfboard down on the water.

“Don’t forget to attach your leash to your ankle,” I say. Balancing awkwardly for a second, I put the leash on my ankle.

I look at her as she does the same, biting her lip as she attaches the leash. I can’t help the way my eyes dip down to her lush mouth, or the way they slide down to her tits. Most of her body is covered in the wetsuit, but I notice that the zipper is only pulled up to her breasts, leaving plenty of room for the imagination to lurk in the sweet shadows found there.

I realize that I am as bad as a horny fucking teenager, filling in what I can’t see. But I don’t bother to jerk my gaze away this time.

She looks up and colors when she sees me looking at her. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “What?”

I grin. “Nothing. Are you ready to try to surf?"

She starts to move out away from the shore. “Yeah, I—” Then her face suddenly contorts. “OWWW!”

She pulls away from where she just stepped and leans her weight on her left leg, her expression agonized.

“Whoa, are you okay?” I ask, looking around. I look into the water around her, but it’s murky, lots of sand swirling around her body.

Emma is actually in tears. “I think I got stung by a jellyfish. It really hurts!”

“Okay, let’s go back to the shore. Can you walk?”

She shakes her head, her face burning. When she speaks, her voice is choked with tears. “I don’t think so.”

“Come here,” I say, crouching and scooping her up in my arms. She weighs nothing, her small body wracked with sobs. Her hands settle around my shoulders, clinging to me as she tries to control her crying. I head to the shore, murmuring soothing things to her. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

I’m slowed down by the fact that I’m dragging two surf boards, but I eventually make it out of the water with Emma in my arms. As soon as we’re clear of the water, I slip my leash off and unfasten hers too.

Leaving the boards behind us, I carry her to the spot where we left our stuff. I go down onto my knees instead of dropping her, placing her gently on the sand.

She immediately starts trying to look at her right foot, while I dig in my bag for the first aid kit I keep in there. I pull out the little bottle of vinegar that I keep on hand for just such an occasion.

“Let me see.” I move us both so that her foot is in my lap, examining it with a tender touch. I see the jellyfish sting, a perfectly clear line of welts that practically glow bright red. “I think you were actually pretty lucky, it doesn’t look like there are any tentacles to remove or anything.”

“Oww!” she yelps when I move her foot a little too suddenly.

“I’m sorry,” I say, uncapping the vinegar. “This is probably going to sting a little bit at first.”

Emma nods her head, biting her lip. Tears roll down her face as I pour the vinegar on her sting. She winces, but doesn’t react otherwise.

After about half a minute, she lets out a big breath. “It’s not as bad anymore. Omigod, it was so bad.”

I rub her leg for a second. “I bet.”

She looks up, wiping away the remnants of her tears. Our gazes connect, and for the longest moment, I’m a little lost in the green mystery of her eyes.

After a minute, she glances down. “I don’t think I’m surfing today, Jameson.”

“Nope. We’ll try again, though.” I smile encouragingly at her.

Her lips lift in the ghost of a smile. “Okay. Sounds good.”

I lift her foot off of my lap and start to get our stuff together.