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Wetsuits off, Keith and I lay on our backs at the base of a sand dune, baking in the sun. I was flushed with accomplishment, and a feeling of euphoria had settled over me.
“Why didn’t I do this earlier?”
Keith flipped to his side, resting on his elbow before proceeding to run a finger along my neckline. “It’s called, ‘no.’ I told you surfing would change your life.”
His touch was so casual, as if he regularly caressed me and it had become an afterthought to him. But me? Yeah, my body didn’t take it so nonchalantly. I shivered like I’d just collided with an iceberg.
“Are you cold?” he asked, the slightest hint of a grin turning up the corners of his lips. He knew damn well why I was shaking.
“No. I’m confused.”
“Confused?” Keith pushed a little higher up on his elbow, but instead of ceasing and desisting, his fingers just kept slipping further down my neck until they were nestled in the crevice of my cleavage. “About what? I think I’m making my intentions pretty fucking clear.”
“Oh, you are,” I replied, sucking in a breath as his hand dipped lower still. “I just can’t figure out what your angle is.”
Keith laughed. “You say that like I’m some complicated guy, Sam. I don’t even know where the sun goes when the moon comes out. I don’t have some master plan. I can assure you that when it comes to seduction, I’m a simpleton.”
“So, that’s what this is all about? You’re trying to seduce me?”
“If you have to ask, then I’m not doing my job properly. How about this?” Keith nestled a little closer until I felt his ‘angle’ pushing into my thigh.
“Yeah, I get that you’re a fuckboy, Keith. That’s common knowledge around school. What I don’t get is why me? I’m not your typical one-night stand skank whore.”
“Oh, Sam.” Keith smirked, his hand sliding over my breast and down the length of my stomach before coming to rest inches above my sex. “If the guy is doing it right, every girl’s got a little skank whore in her.”
His hand relaxed on my mound, and I pulsed with excitement. Never having been touched by a member of the opposite sex, this was like going from zero to blast off in seven seconds flat. Oh, god, how I wanted to be part of lift off. Keith applied just the slightest bit of pressure, and I trapped my lip under my teeth and moaned. What was happening? How was my body so easily betraying me? I quivered, meeting his touch with the tilt of my hips.
The sounds of kids frolicking on the beach roused me from the trance when I realized that, in nine months time, I could be the proud owner of one of those noisemakers myself.
“Keith.” I sat up, covering myself with my arms. “Too fast.”
“Sorry. I got excited. You weren’t stopping me, so I was like, ‘Hell yeah.’”
The idea that I excited him was such a new concept that I had trouble believing it to be true. Anxiety played out over my face, catching Keith’s attention.
“Hey, I’m sorry. My bad. I shouldn’t have pushed so hard.”
“No. I liked it, it’s just… I need to know what we are exactly.”
“Do you need a definition?”
“I’d prefer one, yes.”
“We are…” His fingers trailed over my leg. “Whatever you want us to be.”
“What I want?” I asked. “I think we both know what I want.”
“Then that’s what we are.”
“Can you be more specific?”
Keith flipped over and was on his feet in seconds. I watched as he grabbed a stick and began to write in the wet sand. Inside a roughly drawn heart were the words, Will you be my girlfriend?
Turning back to me, he opened his arms wide and yelled, “Is this specific enough?”
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