NATE
It would be a nice lie to tell myself this is exactly how I planned my thirtieth birthday. That I’d spent years imagining I would spend it at a beach house for a few days with my bros, wake up to watching my gorgeous girlfriend shower, and be utterly grateful to be feeling alive again. That I knew the day was going to come when the old me bumped into the new me and somehow managed to make it work. Which is exactly what they’re doing. They’re making it work. I realized yesterday during the drive I no longer feel like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde around Ainsley. No. She bridges the gap. She appreciates and accepts both sides. Hell, I didn’t even realize how much I truly missed the old days until I was face deep in her pussy with Pax watching over my shoulder. That’s part of who I missed being. The one not afraid to push comfort zones. The one who trusted his bros enough to have them watch him take a woman and not worry they would end up jealous or that she would want one of them instead. Ainsley kicks up my level of confidence where it once was. As much as I love the signed Die Hard poster she bought me for my birthday, I have to say, not feeling like I need to be an overcautious dick is the best present she’s given me.
The water shuts off and I angle my head on the pillow to get a better view. Her body turns to present me with the perfect shot of her slippery curves. She gathers her wet hair to one side to twist the remaining moisture out and my cock thumps against the sheet from the idea of me tugging it instead.
Ainsley reaches for the towel just on the other side of the glass. Immediately, I declare, “My birthday. No towel.”
She squeaks in surprise. “I didn’t know you were up.”
I tuck one hand behind my head. “My girlfriend who is like sleeping next to a space heater was no longer in bed. The lack of fire directly against my skin woke me up.”
Ainsley gives me a glower. “I don’t run that hot.”
“Kid, I could roast marshmallows over you during the night.”
She gives me another displeased expression, this time trying harder not to laugh.
At the sight of a smile seeping through, I command, “Come here.”
After giving her body a quick shake in hopes of ditching some of the water I refuse to let her dry off, she strolls over to me slowly, each step causing my cock to throb in anticipation. Without having to be told, Ainsley pulls back the sheet and straddles my lap. She smirks proudly at my hard on before wrapping her wet hand around it. A pleased, heavy groan echoes around the room and she guides the tip of my dick to graze her clit. Ainsley rolls the head back and forth against it, using my cock like her own personal toy. She takes her time teasing it against her entrance like I need proof about how quick she gets soaking for me. Just seconds before I yank her onto my dick, she pulls back, reverses the position, and eases herself onto me. My moans sync with hers as my cock is provided passage to the only place it has ever considered home.
Once I’m to the hilt, she peers over her shoulder and seductively whispers, “Happy birthday, Teach.”
“Fuck,” I grumble helping lift her body up to repeat the previous action. “It is now…”
Ainsley lets a whimper fall from her pretty parted lips at the same time her bright brown eyes shut. Seeing her so pleased already makes a smirk slide onto my lips. She begins a slow rocking that seems to nudge at the deepest, darkest desire inside her. Torn between wanting to tear her pussy apart and live forever in this erotic haven, I force myself to tuck my hands back behind my head and just enjoy watching her ride. Ainsley, aware of her current control, gradually glides her hands up to her tits. Her hands cup them before stroking her nipples. Suddenly, she gives them a pinch, and the pleasure she provided for herself causes her to arch her body. I growl but keep my composure. When she repeats the act, I give my hips a sharp thrust up to remind her it’s my job to make her moan. Rather than taking my warning, she lowers her hands between her pussy and gives it a stroke. In one swift swoop, I’m up with one hand winding tightly around her wet locks while the other latches onto her hip.
My voice rasps, “This is my pussy. And don’t you ever forget it.”
I pound brutally into her, yanking her head back alongside every blow. Ainsley withers against me in a fit of desperate cries. The sound of her voice shifting from angelic to hoarse tightens my balls and tempts me to come. I growl through the sensation of her pussy beginning to pulse and continue to sink myself into her sweet depths. When her orgasm crashes over her, her movements attempt to falter, but I quickly relocate my hand to the front of her throat to help keep her anchored in place. Her breath starts to heave and I relinquish the hold on her hair to wrap the arm around her lower half. With our bodies now flush against one another, I give her throat a harder squeeze as I come. Choked sobs of satisfaction reverberate throughout the room, throughout me, and I let my own beastly bellows join them.
The moment I’m completely spent, my grip on Ainsley loosens, and she crumbles forward.
Pride swells my chest as it always does when we’re finished.
I give her back a gentle stroke and she whimpers. Carefully, I pull myself out, drop a kiss on her cheek, and whisper, “Again in the shower.”
Ainsley grins but doesn’t object.
You know, this is a much better fucking birthday than anything I could’ve cooked up. Endless sex with the woman I love. Beers on the beach with my bros. This is the best fucking birthday I’ve had yet, and I get the feeling that this one is just marking a new beginning.
After an additional two rounds of sex, a cup of coffee, and the usual argument of who should drive, the five of us end up a few miles down the road at the pier, which is one of my favorite things about visiting here. The entire area is over run with food stands, games, music, and occasionally stunt shows performed in or by the water. With my camera dangling around my neck and my hand proudly in my girlfriend’s, we aimlessly stroll around, playing games like Skee Ball and dancing to the Beach Boys medleys.
On our way towards the food stands, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Unsure of who it could be, I quickly check the text with my free hand.
Father: Your mother and I wish you a happy birthday. Sorry I had to work late and dinner had to be rescheduled again. We will make it work when you return home from your vacation.
Not having dinner with my parents before my birthday didn’t bother me nearly as much as I am imagining it bothered my mother.
As we stop at a corndog stand, Ainsley quietly asks, “Everything okay?”
I don’t bother replying. I slip my phone back into my pocket and nod. “Yeah. Parents wishing me a happy birthday. Nothing important.”
She offers me a warm smile and I step up to order us corndogs.
To no surprise, Wyatt denies joining in on the snack choice with a sneer. “No fucking way.”
Ainsley doesn’t even have a bite before she questions, “You don’t eat corndogs?”
“I don’t eat uncreative food,” he quips.
I have a large bite and tease, “He’s a fucking snob.”
“Just because I’ve got great taste in food and pussy doesn’t make me a snob.”
Pax chuckles, his corndog almost gone from just two bites. “You’re a total fucking snob, bro.”
Wyatt grunts and has a sip of his beer.
“You can’t even eat a hamburger without putting fancy mustard on it,” Holden joins the conversation as we continue to walk towards the other end where there are performers.
He shrugs and casually defends himself, “So blow me. I don’t like ordinary shit. For instance, how much better would those be if they were covered in the pretzel beer batter and then dipped in melted cheese?”
Ainsley moans from behind her snack. “That sounds amazing.”
“Exactly!”
I scold, “Don’t encourage him.”
She playfully bumps into me before asking, “Why not open your own restaurant and serve those?”
Wyatt plasters an obnoxiously charming smile on his face. “Prefer to play the burners, baby.”
“Commitment phobe,” I correct, chucking my stick in the passing trashcan.
Ainsley continues her interrogation, “What does that mean? Play the burners?”
“I’m a free agent. I’m not committed to any one company or restaurant. I work wherever the food feels like taking me. Sometimes I guest cook for food trucks, sometimes I’m the guest chef at five star places, and sometimes like a few weeks ago, I do things like help cater food for an Oscar after party,” he boasts.
“An Oscar after party?” My girlfriend croaks, eyes bulging in an excited nature. “Seriously?”
Wyatt wiggles his eyebrows. “Seriously.”
An instinct to remind her as impressive as he is, she shouldn’t be swept away by his charm, I drop my arm around her shoulder and tug her closer.
Holden and Pax chuckle under their breath at the action.
It’s not like I’m worried she’s going to wander off and trade me for him. I just…I feel better with her pressed against me. It’s my fucking birthday. I can hold my girlfriend close if I feel like it.
“Hey Nate, speaking of that event, I was talking to this woman there and she mentioned how her cousin works for X-treme X-press and how they were collaborating on a biopic for Guy Klinger, the snowboarder. She said they’re looking for fresh talent to give the film a different edge than so many of the others that are out there. I told her I had a friend who knew his way around film editing and she gave me her card to give to you.”
I try to refrain from voicing my irritation. Unlike Holden and Pax who more or less silently sit back and allow me to drift further from what it is I once wanted to do, Wyatt has a habit, an annoying habit, of frequently trying to drag me back to it.
“That would be so amazing,” Ainsley coos from beside me. As soon as she’s done nibbling on what’s left on her stick, she looks up at me. “You should totally get in touch with her.”
“Totally,” Wyatt mocks.
My eyes glare at him before landing back on hers. I open my mouth prepared to give the same bullshit speech I always do about teaching being my new passion when her eyebrows lift in a silent challenge.
In some ways she knows me better than they do. She knows if I try to declare that now I’ll be spewing a bunch of lies for the sake of old habits. Maybe it’s time to stop running from my past. Maybe it’s time my past and future fuse just like the old me and new me did. Ugh. It’s my fucking birthday. I have to get drunker and stop having these philosophical assessments.
Ainsley smirks as if she can hear my thoughts. “Promise me, you’ll really consider it.”
Our bodies come to a halt. With all eyes on me in curiosity, I keep mine pasted on hers. “Promise.”
“Well fuck me sideways,” Wyatt chuckles.
“No one wants to fuck you sideways,” Holden denies.
“Surprised anyone wants to fuck him ever,” Pax teases.
“We think the same thing about you,” I join the banter.
The five of us all turn our attention to where the skateboarders are doing tricks along the railing of the stairs. While at first glance they don’t seem impressive, our opinions are quickly swayed as they perform handstands mid skate.
All the action encourages me to say to Ainsley, “Why don’t you use my camera and take a few practice shots?”
She frowns. “You really wanna teach me something right now? On your birthday?”
I smirk. “I always wanna teach you something…”
The insinuation grabs a soft moan.
“Come on,” I command, removing the camera from around my neck.
We move to the railing and I position her accordingly. Once I feel she’s in the right spot, I help walk her through the zoom choices and lighting filters. She nods her understanding and repeats back many of the things I say to help her process the information. It takes a few minutes and a few terrible shots before she gets a great one. With one hand on her hip and my direction, she takes continuous shots of the performers.
Afterwards she turns the camera to us, snapping random photos of us laughing and horsing around. Not one of us complains. Instead we take turns giving her crazy faces and insane poses that just lead to more laughs.
Fuck, I can’t wait until she graduates so we can have more moments like this without having to hide. Just two more months. Two more months and we can be this carefree forever.