Chapter 10 of Love Lessons at Pleasure Point picks up right at the conclusion of the previous chapter. To get the full context of the story line, I recommend you read Chapter 9 first. Please remember to rate and comment. Merci, Petitmort
Paul awoke in a sea of white cotton and, for a brief moment, completely forgot where he was.
He was alone, laying in the middle of a king-sized bed, and the room was unfamiliar. He glanced at the redwood ceiling. And the redwood walls. Then he saw a large picture window and the forest outside.
That's right. Ventana. With Jasmine.
He lifted his head up and surveyed the room. He noticed Jasmine outside on the deck, laying in the hammock. She was on her laptop, wrapped in a wool blanket.
He sat up and looked at his phone. It was early. Not yet eight.
He pulled on his shorts and walked to the sliding door that led to the deck. When she noticed him, Jasmine took out her earbuds and looked at him, smiling.
He walked to the hammock, bent down, and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
She reached up and held his face with her hand. She seemed to want to hold it. So he did.
"Morning," he said, his face close to hers.
"I got up early and didn't want to wake you. I'm watching a stream of my class from yesterday."
He admired her conscientiousness. Even on vacation.
"You wanna come inside where it's warm?"
"I kinda like it out here. The trees are so pretty."
"OK," he smiled. "I'm gonna shave. Hop in the shower."
"I've got about 15 minutes left."
He nodded and went back inside to clean up.
Standing at the sink, Paul thought about the events of the night before. It was a night of revelations to be sure.
He'd learned that Jasmine was the daughter of the famous French novelist, Etienne Devereux, who emigrated to America in the early 2000s to live with his new American wife, Jessica.
He and Jessica married, had a daughter, Jasmine, divorced, and then he was tragically killed in a drunk driving accident. Jasmine was eight years old at the time.
Paul felt like he was suddenly made aware of a seismic event in the lives of two of the most important women in his life, Jessica and her daughter, Jasmine.
Two women with whom he was having intense physical and emotional relationships.
Overnight, he'd learned much more about these women than he knew before. Their lives weren't necessarily changed by this sudden knowledge, but
his
was.
Jasmine had ambitions to be a writer. Like her Dad. That's why she was enrolled at Berkeley studying English. That's why she was writing in her journal all the time.
Jessica had been married to one of the most famous writers in the world. That, and her own successful career in tech, enabled her philanthropic pursuits.
Paul also learned their new friends Pierre and Sophia were big-time film people in Europe. Sophia was an actress in Italy and Pierre was a producer in France.
They weren't married, at least not to each other, and were having a secret romantic getaway in Big Sur.
Just like Paul and Jasmine.
Finally, he learned that Pierre and Sophia weren't at all shy about having a group sexual encounter with Jasmine and him. They'd arranged for the four of them to have an after-dinner drink in a secluded hot tub, proceeded to get naked, and then made love right in front of them.
To be fair, Paul and Jasmine made love in front of them too.
Jasmine seemed particularly affected by the encounter. When they got back to their room, all she could talk about was how intense it was. Watching the glamorous Sophia, with her big gorgeous breasts, cumming right in front of them. Seeing Pierre's big fat cock penetrating her.
Afterwards, when she and Paul made love in their room, Jasmine was more orgasmic than she'd ever been.
And that was saying a lot.
After he was done shaving, Paul turned on the hot water in the shower. He was letting the spray cover his face when he felt Jasmine behind him.
She was naked, her body brushing against his back.
"All done with your class?" he asked.
"Yep. You sleep okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks for letting me sleep in. I needed it."
She embraced him from behind. He could feel her nipples, firm from the cold air outside, pressing against his skin.
She lay her head between his shoulder blades.
"Last night was crazy," she said. "I had the weirdest dreams. I was being fucked from behind. First, by you. Then, by Pierre. And then, by you again."
He looked at her over his shoulder.
"I don't think that was a dream."
"What do you mean?"
"Last night, before you fell asleep, I was making love to you from behind. I was kinda pretending to be him."
"Were you role playing again?"
"You seemed to like it. You were saying a bunch of stuff in French."
"Really? Jeez, I hardly ever do that. I must have been loving it."
He turned and faced her, pulling her close.
"I feel like I'm getting to know a whole other side of you."
"My French side?"
"Yeah. And your writer side. I like it."
She melted into his chest, embracing him.
"I'm glad you like it. You know what I like?"
"What?"
She looked up at his face, smiling.
"The fact that you're okay with me fantasizing about another man. While we're having sex."
He smiled back at her.
"Hey, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that acting out your fantasies supercharges sex. And it just... brings you closer. It's all about accepting the other person. Without judgment."
"That's very zen of you," she smiled.
"The more sides of you I see," he said, "the more I like you."
She embraced him, tightly.
"I like how you like me despite my many flaws," she said with a wry smile. "Never felt that way with Chad."
He lifted her up, so they were face to face.
"Hey," he smiled. "You're safe with me, Jasmine. Always."
And she believed him.
They needed to move fast if they were going to make it to breakfast and meet up with Sophia and Pierre in time for the morning activities.
Sophia had planned a spa day for her and Jasmine. Pierre signed up for surfing and invited Paul to join him.
They found the couple sitting in the restaurant eating breakfast.
"Just in time," Pierre said, jovially. "The van leaves for Sand Dollar Beach at 9am."
"Perfect," Paul said. "Hi Sophia. I'll just grab a coffee and something to eat on the way."
"Sorry, we're moving a little slowly today," Jasmine smiled. "Expended a lot of energy last night."
"Tell me about it," Pierre chuckled. "We had one of the wildest nights we've had in a long time."
Jasmine raised her eyebrows.
"After we left you," Sophia smiled, "Pierre was an absolute animal. I don't know what came over him. Well... I have an idea."
She glanced at Jasmine, eyebrows raised.
"I guess the Mountain Pool's a pretty inspiring place," Jasmine said. "We had quite the night too."
"Yeah," Paul added. "Great dream material too."
Jasmine gave Paul a kick under the table.
"Well," Pierre said, "I trust today's going to be even more eventful. I checked with the concierge and we're the only two people signed up for the surf outing. Should be a rollicking good time."
"Should be a righteous sesh," Paul said. "If you want to use the local lingo."
"A righteous sesh! I love that! Did you hear that, Darling? I'm learning the local vernacular!"
"Yes, Pierre," she smiled, teasingly. "I think the whole restaurant heard it."
Paul downed his coffee and grabbed a bran muffin for the road.
"See ya later!" he said, waving to the women.
He and Pierre headed towards the lobby.
In the circle outside the hotel entrance, a green van was idling with it's sliding door open. A young man with blond, shoulder-length hair was waiting for them.
"Pierre and Paul?" he asked in a friendly voice.
"Present and accounted for!" Pierre said.
"Cool. I'm Justin. I'll be your guide today. Hop in and we'll get started."
Paul got in the back and Pierre rode shotgun. Justin shut the sliding door and got behind the wheel.
"I just need you to sign the waivers and we'll get going."
He handed out two clipboards with pens attached.
"How's the swell today?" Paul asked, taking the clipboard.
"Healthy 4-6 foot west northwest swell. Very little wind. Perfect for learning."
Once the forms were signed, Justin put the van in gear and they were off.
Pierre rode with the side window open, reaching his arm out to feel the crisp morning air.
"I'm so glad you're joining me, Paul," he said expansively. "It reminds me of when I was a teenager. My sister and I would travel to the beaches near Biarritz to play in the surf. Wonderful memories."
"You surfed before?" Justin asked Pierre.
"I've been out a few times. I wouldn't say I actually surfed, but I had fun on the waves."
"Well, we'll see if we can't get you up on a few."
"Really?"
"Absolutely. It's a great day to learn."
"That'd be bloody marvelous!"
"How 'bout you, Paul?"
"Yeah, I surf pretty regularly."
"Cool. Whereabouts?"
"Santa Cruz. Pleasure Point."
"Right on."
When they arrived at Sand Dollar Beach, the parking area overlooked a wide beach flanked by rocky outcroppings and beach flora. A long wooden staircase provided access to the beach from the bluff.
They offloaded two longboards, a shortboard, and wetsuits from the back of the van and carried them down to the beach.
After getting into their wetsuits, Justin took them through safety protocols and surfing basics.
