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This story was written for the "Siren's Song: The Voice of Many Waters" event on Literotica organized by BlackRandi. I think it's such a great idea organizing these themed story releases, both for writers and for readers on Literotica, and I'd like to thank BlackRandi for both organizing this and for inviting me to participate in this particular event. And seeing as the theme for this event is nautical, I decided to go for a surfing story.
And what better place to set a surfing story than Australia (okay, maybe Hawaii or California and of course there's lots of other surfing spots but I like Australia). And what better than around Surfers Paradise? (so okay, that's the only Aussie surfing spot I'd heard of and I've never been there but I've never been surfing either). Well, Ozzie surfers could probably tell me more and my good buddy on the Authors Hangout, ElectricBlue, helped me out here with a few tips on good surfing spots around Brisbane like Byron Bay and Burleigh Heads -- both of which feature in this story... some Aussie expressions (Shagging Wagon springs right to the forefront of my mind) so a special shoutout to ElectricBlue.
So here it is. Sand, sea and surfing. A sweet (okay, maybe not) and virginal (of course!) American-Chinese girl, a seductive Aussie surfer, an iconic old Holden Sandman panel van (look them up) and a few Aussie brand names like Billabong and Minkpink and McTavish. Throw it all together, mix with a seasoning of romance, a large helping of sex and some music from Australian Crawl (go listen, mate, she drawls before giggling hysterically at the fake accent) and here it is, served up for your delectation. "Chinese Eyes". Hope you enjoy. ... Chloe
* * * Chinese Eyes * * *
We're gonna watch the moon come up
I'm drinking salty wine
With some friends of mine
From our favourite cup
We're national parked, after dark
We're gonna watch sun go down
But you and I and the nights of sigh
In that house on the edge of town
Chinese eyes
You know it wasn't just a holiday fling
Chinese eyes
She's no take away Chow Mein
"Chinese Eyes", Australian Crawl,
from the Album "The Boys Light Up" (1980)
* * *
"Hey Rick, can you come pick me up?" Jesus, Mom. Can't you and Dad keep it down?
"No problem, Charlie. What's going on there?" Yeah, loud enough that Rick could hear.
"Mom and Dad 're at it again. I gotta get out of here." Even if it meant giving Rick a blowjob and I didn't really feel like making out coz I'd been listening to them go at it for the last couple of hours and I had a frigging headache. Why on earth they didn't get divorced and get it over with I had no frigging idea.
"Okay, gotcha." Rick knew. Thank god he was back for summer. I had somewhere to run to now. My folks'd been getting worse and worse over the last couple of years. I'd thought I'd miss living at home but honestly, going away to college was going to be a relief.
"Be over in half an hour. We can go back to my folks place, they're out tonight."
"Thanks Rick."
Wouldn't have mattered if his folks weren't. When he was back from college, Rick holed up in his parents' basement and they never bothered him down there in the subterranean depths. I'd been spending a lot of time there since he got back last week. Like, every evening. Giving Rick a lot of blowjobs as well, which I didn't mind most of the time. I'd have slept over too, except if I did he'd try for what he'd been wanting for a couple of years now and hadn't gotten coz I couldn't make up my mind. If I stayed overnight, he'd probably get it.
I wasn't quite ready for that. Not yet. After summer was over, maybe. We'd be at the same college. His last year, my first. Maybe I'd even move in with him when I went off to college. I wasn't sure about that but I'd be away from home and I was almost sure I loved him.
Almost.
* * *
"Jesus, Rick, it's all through my hair." Okay, no almost. Sometimes I did not love him at all.
He laughed. "You said you didn't want to swallow tonight."
"Yeah, but I didn't mean jerk off all over my face either. You could've done it on my boobs or something." Coz he had, he'd cum all over my face and into my hair. At least I'd only been wearing my panties and he'd missed those. Getting that stuff out of my clothes was a bitch, which was kind of why I was stripped down and yeah, I'd planned on him shooting off onto my boobs. I didn't mind when he did that. It was easier washing me than washing and drying whatever I was wearing. Spare panties fitted into my handbag really easily if the ones I was wearing got any. Clean skirts and tops and bras did not. He'd got some in my mouth. And Jesus, in my ear too? Just gross.
"It looks totally hot, Charlie."
"Jesus, maybe you think so. Don't think my Mom would be onboard with that one. Can you pass me the tissues, already?"
He laughed but he did and I got most of it off before I headed into his bathroom for a shower. And to wash my hair. And clean his cum out of my frigging ear. Yuck! "I'm going to swallow next time, okay," I said over my shoulder.
He laughed. "Hey, Charlie. Win win for me. I'm good either way."
Okay, I giggled. I guess it
was
win win for him. Mind you, it wasn't like I was losing out either. He
was
my boyfriend and when he was back, he really took care of me so I wasn't complaining. As long as he got his blowjobs, he didn't push me too hard to go all the way either.
Yeah, definitely kind of win-win for me too.
"Wanna watch a movie after you're done?"
"Yeah, sure." Better than going home. Wish Dad would just give it up and move in with Trixie. They'd been getting it on for five years now, since I was thirteen. I knew that, coz Trixie was my best friend Stella's older sister. I wasn't sure if Mom knew about Trixie or not and I'd never said anything coz Jesus, things were bad enough between Mom and Dad now without me making it worse.
Hard to figure out how things
could
get worse at home, but that's what you always say until it does and all I had to do was hang in there for a couple more months and I'd be out of it and away at college. Better still, Rick was back for summer. I kind of smiled coz all things considered, Rick made a pretty good boyfriend. Except for shooting off all over my face. I could handle that though.
I'd swallow tonight when I gave him that ride home blowjob. He'd enjoy that.
* * *
"Jeez, Mom. What're you thinking? I don't want to go away on vacation. I can't go. Rick's back all summer." I knew I was whining but I really didn't want to go. Crap! When you think things can't get worse, that's always when they do.
A long hot summer with Rick, that's what I had planned now that he was back home again, working. We'd have so much time together over summer and yeah, I know I complained about getting it in my hair but that was small potatoes. Really, I was totally looking forward to this summer. Making out every evening. Every weekend together. Spending my time with him at his place or out with his friends. Like we had the last couple of summers.
Mom, she'd just thrown a spoiler. A big one.
Vacation? Crap. I didn't want to go on no vacation with my Mom. Even worse, my Dad wasn't coming. I could usually rely on Dad to keep Mom outa my hair, and her in my hair was worse than Rick's stuff, honestly. Jesus, Mom and me? Just the two of us. That was a frigging nightmare all on its own.
"We're going, Charlie. I've already booked the tickets." Mom was getting snappy. Next she'd be yelling and I didn't want to go there, not really. When Mom lost her temper, things got real bad. Fast. Even now, when I was eighteen. You had to know my Mom to understand that one. Or maybe not. She had a temper on her. So did I and guess where I got it from.
"I'm not going. Rick just got back from college."
"Rick, schmick. You're eighteen, Charlie. It's past time you got to date some other boys. You've been dating that Rick since you were fifteen."
"Fourteen," I said, kind of automatically. First year at High School. That's when we'd met. My first day. Some bitch from a couple of grades up started dissing me. The usual chink slant-eye gook crap. This big dude'd just ambled over to and told her to shut the fuck up and leave me alone and she had. My hero. Rick. That was how we met. Asked me out on a date a week later.
"Doesn't matter," Mom said. "You've been spending far too much time with that boy."
"He's not a boy, Mom," I said. "He's twenty one."
"Whatever," my Mom said. "No debate here, Charlie. We're going." Now she smiled and Jesus, she was going to try some sort of sweetener, I knew it.
"Where to?" I asked, grudgingly. Coz she had that smile that said she thought it was something that'd buy me and Mom was bad like that. She knew my buttons. A week. I could handle a week.