“Really? That’s all you’re going to showme?”
Ten minutes of instruction doesn’t seem like nearly enough. And not gonna lie, I’m enjoying watching him demonstrate for me, especially since he’s just in a pair of board shorts, giving me an opportunity to view that impressive body of his as well as the way his fat dick hangs to the right in thecrotch.
“It’s gonna have to do. Surfing’s kinda something you have to get into the water tolearn.”
I step off the rental board, and as Eric picks his board up off the sand, I do thesame.
“Ready?” he asks, turning to me, his bright blue eyes sparkling in the morning light as he flashes a gorgeous, pearly white smile. He looks like he could be a fucking model with a smile likethat.
“No time like the present to look like a total moron, I guess,” Isay.
“That’s thespirit.”
He leads me to the water, and we swim out deep together. He shows me how he catches a wave before swimming back to me. I give it a go, but I don’t even make it on both feet before I topple off theside.
I try again…and again, each time having to go all the way back to the shore and then run back out into thewater.
I swim back to the shore after my last failed attempt. Eric glides across the water on his board effortlessly, his muscles contracting and expanding as he balances perfectly and with skill that has clearly been developed with years of practice. He’s totally in tune with the wave and hisbody.
“Goddammit,” I say as I meet him at theshore.
“You gonna give it another go?” Eric asks. Judging by his expression, he seems skeptical. He doubts me. That only makes me more determined to accomplishthis.
“Of course I’m gonna go again. I’m not aquitter.”
I’m fucking not, either. That’s not how I’ve lived my life. I don’t give up on anything because I’ve learned that’s the only way to be successful. I wouldn’t be anywhere if I’d given up…not in my career…not in mylife.
I give it a few more tries, and I hear Eric laughing at me as I wash ashore yetagain.
“It’s tough. You don’t have to get it on your first day,” hesays.
“I’m gonna get on the board for a few seconds, at the veryleast.”
I pant hard. My legs are fucking exhausted from running back and forth somuch.
As frustrated as I am, I’m confident I can figure this out. Each time, I’ve felt like I’ve gotten closer and closer. It’s this balancing that’s tricky. I can get up on it. I just need to feel which way the water’s moving and do my best to keep on top ofit.
I swim on the board, and when I catch a wave, I follow Eric’s instructions for standing up. Then I’m up on the board, and before I know it, I’m gliding across the water like he’s been doing everytime.
Holyshit!
“There we go!” Eric exclaims from theshore.
He applauds, and now I’m full of confidence and excitement, but I only make it a few yards before I lose my balanceagain.
But no one would know I failed by the way I lunge out of the water, arms raised over my head, screaming, “Fuckyeah!”
I grab my board and hurry ashore, where we high-five. I’m stoked, and I can see he’s impressed. “Told you I could figure itout.”
“You did, youdid.”
“I’m gonna goagain.”
He laughs. “Okay, I’ll come withyou.”
We head back out and catch another wave together. I push my feet onto the board, and as I put my foot back behind me, I slide off and fall to the side, my head slamming against theboard.
Shit.
