Surfing Lessons
Bernard and I walk into the town, looking for a swin suit store. Neither of us had ours, obviously, having rushed out of Tenesse so quickly.
“There!” I say pointing at a store and then takeing off into it. I want something to show-off my body to other guys Bernard. I find just the one shortly after. I grab my size and meet Bernard at the register where he had been waiting for at least 10 minutes, having grabbed the first suit in his size.
We buy the suits and then put them on under our clothes. Afterwards, we finally make it down the beach. Stipping to our suits, I run into the icy ocean water. Bernard follows me, splashing as we went. I laughed so hard in the first couple minutes.
When I was shaky we walk to the surf board stand. A cute guy about 16 was just opening up the shop.
“You guys here for lessons?” He asks, looking directly at me.
“Yeah.” I answer, giving him a flirty smile that doesn’t go unnoticed by Bernard.
“Grab a board and a wet suit, then.” Cute guy says.