THIS IS PART ONE OF AN ONGOING STORY
I had known Erin for about three years, but I hadn't really gotten to know her that well until about six months ago. We had met each other through the church we both went to at our college, but strangely enough, it was through the choir that we were both in that we really got to know each other better.
I had remarked on this to her earlier in the day, and she had agreed how strange it seemed, but at the same time, she had said, it was very cool that two people could become such good friends so quickly. "That's probably for the best," I had replied, "given the incidents that occurred this afternoon."
It was September 2004. We were in San Diego for Labor Day weekend, along with the college group from our church. We had gone to Pacific Beach that afternoon because, well, Pacific Beach is arguably the best beach in San Diego – or, for that matter, southern California. While we were at the beach, we had gone out into the ocean for quite a while with our friends Carl and Andrea – because, after all, what else is there to do on the beach besides tan and swim?
The waves that day were rather high, but they were breaking fairly close into the beach, and we were almost even with the end of Crystal Pier, so we were enjoying just riding over the tops of the waves as they came in. Then, as we were standing in the ocean waiting for the next wave, Carl looked out toward the ocean and simply muttered, "Oh, shit."
I turned toward the ocean. A massive wave was cresting about thirty feet from where we were. "PARTY WAVE!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I braced myself for the impact.
WHAM. The wave slammed into us with the force of thousands of gallons of salt water. I was knocked head over heels, but recovered quickly. However, as I was standing up, I saw Erin rushing toward me on the wave, and as she ran straight into me with the force of the wave, I was knocked over... and I felt as she reached out for support and accidentally grabbed my cock.
She let go almost as quickly, and stood up, bright red. "Oh my God," she said, "I am so sorry."
Though I was quite sure I was probably blushing just as much as her, I did my best to simply shrug it off. "No big deal," I said. "It happens... well, it doesn't, but it's not a big deal."
Carl and Andrea stumbled back out to us, and noticed us standing there, both still rather red. "What the..." Carl began, but then just let it die.
Neither of us said a word to the other for the next fifteen minutes. Then, another party wave came crashing in, and as it swept me off my feet, it turned me around, just in time for my face to impact Erin's crotch.
The impact knocked me all the way over, and Erin got bowled head over heels over me. As she stood up, she just started laughing, as did I. This was just turning out to be a ridiculous day.
Fortunately (and I say fortunately because I don't think either of us could have handled much more embarrassment), there were no more such incidents that afternoon. The rest of the day progressed smoothly (with the exception of Carl getting stung by a manta ray), and our group headed off to La Jolla that evening, tanned and tired.
That evening found me sitting in a corner of the hall of the church we were staying at, working on homework for my theory of psychological disorders class (I know, call me a nerd, call me whatever, but I needed to get it done). As I sat there, trying to remember why there was a difference between schizophrenia and multiple personality disorder, Erin came up to me. Thank God. An excuse to interrupt my homework.
"Jason," she said, "I was going to go for a walk on the beach, but I'm kind of hesitant about going by myself. Would you like to go with me?"
Anything to get away from PSY 421. "Sure," I replied. "Give me a couple minutes to find my sandals, and I'll be right with you."
And so now, here we were, walking along La Jolla Shores, on a beautiful moonlit night. As we walked along, mostly in silence, a muted air horn broke through the sounds of the waves lapping against the shore. We both looked out to sea, to where a formation of navigation lights formed a large ship. As we stood there watching, a bright light swooped over the deck of the ship, and rocketed up into the night sky, until we couldn't see it any more.
"It's the USS Nimitz," I said. "She's supposed to be docking at San Diego for a refit, so I guess they must be flying the air wing off her and landing it at NAS North Island before they dock." Erin's parents had both been in the Navy, so I knew she would understand exactly what I was talking about.
She nodded and said simply, "Cool," and we continued walking down the beach. We had gone only a little further when she snapped, "Goddammit," and almost stumbled.
"What's up?" I inquired. "Something bite you?"
"No," she said. "I forgot to put on a belt before we left, and so my jeans keep trying to fall down."
"Ah," I replied knowingly. "I hear you on that one – I accidentally left my belt in Fresno, so my jeans keep trying to fall down too. Thank God for boxers."
