Author's Note: I love Hawaiian women for their subtle beauty, casual ways, and nonchalant sensuality. This is my story of how a white-skinned, blue-eyed, and blond-haired farm boy from Nebraska discovered his fabled paradise in the arms of a beautiful Hawaiian woman.
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It wasn't often that I was able to break away from my studies, exercise routine, team practice, and ho-hum college life, but today I did. It was a cloudless sunny day and on the spur of the moment, I grabbed my beach towel and sunblock and caught the bus from my university dorm to the popular Waikiki beach. Surveying the pretty empty beach in the early morning, I laid my beach towel somewhat near a pile of a towel and clothing, figuring I could at least strike up a conversation if the owner of such articles proved interesting.
Scanning those few who were frolicking in the chilly morning water, I played a mental game of trying to figure out who might belong to the clothing pile next to me. When the few swimmers came out of the water but went to different clothing piles, I then shifted my focus to a couple of surfers who were offshore. One, in particular, caught my attention.
Even at a distance, I could tell she was a young woman who was super-friendly with her fellow male surfers with whom she joked and laughed. Easily catching and riding the modest waves with her shortboard, she displayed a relaxed and graceful style. When she decided to make her way to shore, my interest in her increased as I saw she was part-Hawaiian and more beautiful than I had first imagined.
Her wet nicely-filled string-bikini top jiggled enticingly with her every step as did her jutting eye-catching nipple bumps. Her boardshorts hung provocatively low off her swaying hips and somehow gave her a sense of incredible sensuality. As she rinsed off her board and then herself, I let out a deep sigh of appreciation and silent longing.
Then in a wish-come-true moment, my caramel-toned surfer sauntered toward me. Setting her board down next to the adjacent clothing pile, she toweled herself dry and laid out her beach towel. Suddenly she looked at me as she caught my gaze and uttered. "Aah, are you in the habit of staring at women like you're doing to me."
"I...beg your pardon," quickly tumble off of my addled lips. "No...I don't normally go about ogling...young women whom I haven't met. It's just that you're...so breathtakingly beautiful that I couldn't help but stare. I am truly sorry if I offended you."
A long pregnant moment passed before an engaging smile graced the attractive face of my Hawaiian lovely. "Well, thanks. It's not every day that a girl is given such a compliment. And for the record, you ain't too bad looking yourself. Hi, I'm Mary...Mary Kama...and you are?"
"John...John Jones...or 'JJ' as my friends call me."
"Well, for your information, my friends call me 'Sweetie' because I'm so damn sweet...ha-ha." Then after another pause, Sweetie said, "I hope I'm not being too forward, JJ, but I've got to say that you're rather muscular for your...six-foot height... what...six-two...and with some mighty fine definition. Are you into some kind of sport?"
"Ah, can you believe that I play football for the University? Yep, I've been on a full athletic scholarship...free tuition, fees, room, and board for four years...this is my last season. As a result, I have to work out constantly to stay in condition and watch what I eat and drink while playing."
"Football? I always thought football guys were big and brawny. While you're not exactly short, you're by no means beefy. What position do you play?"
"Sweetie...may I call you that...you must not follow college football not to know my name and what position I play. I am the team's kicker...you know like kicking off and especially kicking field goals."
"Oh, now I know why your name sounds familiar. You're the guy who kicked the game-winning field goal in last weekend's game. My dad who was watching the game on the television was yelling and screaming when he saw your kick go between the goalposts."
"Yep, that's me...but I bet he swears up a storm when I miss, huh? So, Sweetie, what do you do?"
"Well, when I graduated from high school three years ago, I attended Kapiolani Community College and graduated from its two-year Respiratory Therapist (RT) program. I work for Straub Medical Center. It pays well, but the best part is that I work three twelve-hour day-shifts and have the remaining days off unless I want to put in some overtime to make extra money. Other than that, I surf like today or hang out with my girlfriends."
"Girlfriends? Not a boyfriend? Would it be so bold of me to ask if a good-looking young woman like you is unattached? Aahhh, you're not gay or bisexual, are you?"
"Boy, you're sure a nosey bastard considering we just met. But I have no qualms answering your question. No, I'm not seeing anyone special...and, no, I am not a lesbian or a bisexual...hmmph! And since you've been so pushy when it comes to my private life and sexual preferences, I assume that you are a healthy heterosexual and currently not in a committed relationship. Am I correct?"
Holding up my right hand, I solemnly swore to Sweetie, "I am straight as an arrow...in more ways than one...am in no relationship with any special woman at this time!"
"Good," purred Sweetie, "now that we've got the essentials out of the way, tell me about yourself, JJ."
"Okay, but only if you do the same. Hmmm, for starters, I grew up and played high school football in Nebraska. Yep, talk about the middle of the fricking continental USA...a cornhusker...and was heavily recruited as a top-tier collegiate kicker. However, I wanted another life experience that was different from my vanilla-white farming upbringing. So, when an offer of a full football scholarship to play for Hawaii was made, I jumped at the chance.
"Hawaii has offered me something that I have never had...a new world full of different skin tones, cultures, and radically different ways of life. People here are proud of their heritages... their roots...whereas, where I came from, people forgot or couldn't care less about their backgrounds. When my father died, I went back home for the funeral and then realized that I no longer fit in. The idea of returning to Nebraska after college never crossed my mind. No, Hawaii is the place that I now call home... and at the ripe age of twenty-one is where my future lies. Your turn, Sweetie..."
"Ha, so you intend on going 'local'...to become a 'kama'aina' (Hawaiian for a person who lives in or intends to be part of the State and fully accepts its diverse cultures)... hmmm. Okay, since you mentioned ethnicity, I'm chop-suey (mixed) in my ethnicity... Hawaiian, of course...with a good dose of Chinese...and some European stock...primarily German. I'm born and raised in Hawaii...in fact, I live with my family just off Kapahulu Avenue (the main thoroughfare into or out of Waikiki).
"I'm twenty, single, straight, loving life, and especially surfing. Nothing beats just throwing my board on the top of my car and heading to the beach and waves. What more could a girl ask for...well...except maybe a good man at her side? What are you looking for in your life, JJ?"
"Well, I'll be graduating at the end of next semester and am hoping for a good future...and for that someone special who is out there. My grades are pretty good...surprising for a football player, huh...and I applied to the University's Shidler College of Business. If I get in, I plan to focus on finance and banking...yeah, me a banker, ha. If I don't get in...well...I that I could always get a fifth-year educational degree and become a physical education teacher...middle school would be nice...but high school would be great."
"Well, excuse me! I can see you as a PE teacher...but you a banker? Well... Mister Big Money...talk about blowing my socks off (if I was wearing any). You're definitely interesting..."
By this time, I was simply mesmerized by Sweetie and especially her luscious light brown toned body and enchanting personality. She was so casual in displaying the delights of her sensuous body that I knew that she wasn't doing it intentionally and perhaps that was what made my cosmopolitan beauty even more captivating. This was compounded by Sweetie's intriguing personality that was frank and engaging, her sparkling warm brown eyes, and her inviting smile. I knew I had to make a move or I'd be regretting it for the rest of my life.
"Sweetie, I know it's late morning but if you've finished surfing, would you mind giving this haole (Hawaiian for Caucasian) boy a ride back to his dorm? If you do, I'll buy you a plate lunch at Rainbow Drive-In (a popular eatery on Kapahulu Avenue) which is along the way. I didn't eat breakfast and a 'loco moco' (a hamburger patty on two scoops of white rice, smothered in brown gravy and sauteed onions, and topped with a sunny-side-up egg) would hit the spot. Are you game?"
"Oooh, haole-boy, are you trying to seduce this Hawaiian girl...by tempting her with food? Shoots...you're on. But my brunch favorite from Rainbow's is their Portuguese Sausage and Eggs plate. If you're buying, I'm your girl...and perhaps maybe more."
Somehow, our meal date at Rainbow Drive-In morphed into something more as we sat in the corner, talking up a storm and laughing as we shared experiences. Sweetie then insisted on taking me home (which was just a block or two away) and introducing me to her family.
