This story is based on my life with the woman I love. I might have embellished a few things. The ending has not happened and I pray it does not come true.
I am sure some of you will disagreed as to the category. That's your right.
Thank you for read it.
When I was 21, I move back to a small beach town in Florida. I was temporally living with my parents and working during the week. One Saturday morning while I was driving along the beach, I passed a guy stuck just off of the road. I turned around to help him out. He introduced himself as Jeff, and after I pulled him out, he invited me to join him, his wife, and her friend. I knew it was a nude beach, so I thought, what the hell might as well. I parked my Jeep and followed him. We walked up to two women sitting on a towel.
The Unique thing about meeting someone at a nude beach, you don't have to wonder what they look like without any clothes. Jeff introduced me to his wife Manny and Debbie her friend. Manny was topless in her early twenties, with dark hair, large breasts, and a little overweight. But I was more interested in Debbie. She was nude, with blond curly shoulder-length hair, an average body, and a smile that could melt an iceberg.
I felt uncomfortable being the only one with clothes on, so I took off my shirt and shorts and sat naked next to Debbie. We hit it off, and things progressed quickly. I moved in with her after 2 weeks. Debbie was 5 years older than me. The age difference never bothered me, but Debbie reminded me about it often. We had so many things in common. But she could never get over the age difference. I was always the inexperienced one and she was the more mature one. So, after 5 years of living together, we split apart. Not that we didn't love each other, only that we had grown differently. In the end, we parted friends.
I was talking with my brother about my situation when he mentioned that his roommate was moving out to live with his girlfriend. I needed a place to live, and my younger brother needed a roommate. It seemed to be a perfect deal.
I moved in the next weekend. Living with James was a new experience for me. The house was always busy, he had many friends, guys, and girls that would drop by to say Hi and hang out. Being a blonde well-tanned lifeguard/surfer with a fit body made it fairly easy to meet people. But one of his true assets was his dynamic personality. He could associate with anyone, from a beach bum to a CEO of a major corporation. Because everyone liked James, they all accepted me.
Occasionally there would be an old girlfriend that would stop by and hang out, till James came home. Then they both would disappear into his room. The house was old and the walls were thin. There was no guessing what they were doing. As soon as they were done, the girl disappeared out the door. James called them his harem. Sex with no commitment.
Being brothers, we looked alike. I was also blonde, well-tanned, and in fairly good shape myself, working construction kept me fit. Many times, someone would confuse me for James, on the phone, we sounded alike.
But I lacked his charisma and confidence. Being shy, it was hard for me to start a dialog with girls I didn't know.
Though, it was still a good time in my life, the freedom that came without having a relationship, doing what I wanted, when I wanted, without having to answer to anybody, was fun for a while. But being more of an introvert, I didn't need all the excitement that my brother thrived on. I was fine being alone, and doing things by myself. A lot of my friends didn't understand and thought I should have more.
During one of those stretches, James was concerned and took it upon himself to hook me up with some girl he knew. He told me about one that he had gone to high school with and thought we would be a good match; her name was Kim. He had already talked to her about me, and she told him that she was interested in meeting me and that it would be ok if I called. Reluctantly I took her phone number, not wanting to be seen as a pathetic loser that couldn't get a girl. After James left, I mustered up enough courage and called her. She answered with a cheerful voice, we began talking. After a few minutes, my anxieties disappeared, and I became comfortable talking with her. We made a date to have dinner at James and mine house, along with Ellen, James's current on-again, off-again girlfriend.
The next day at work, I let my thoughts get carried away, and my anxieties started to manifest. What did she look like? Knowing my brother, she must be fairly attractive. Would she like me, or was she some dizzy flake I would have to endear for the evening? I managed to put those thoughts aside and hope for the best.
When I got home from work, I cleaned up the house some, took a quick shower, and started preparing for dinner.
There was a knock on the door precisely at 6:30, the time we had set for her to arrive. I opened the door to find a slender brown-haired girl wearing a pair of flowery bib overhauls, a loose rose-colored T-shirt, and a pair of flowery tennis shoes. Her shoulder-length brown hair shined in the light. Her radiant beauty more than made up for the fact she wore very little makeup. I was so captured by her innocent beauty that all I could do was stare at her. She finally spoke out. "Can I come in?"
I broke my trance. "Oh, I'm sorry." I was looking for an excuse for staring. "It must have been a blond moment." She looked at me puzzled. I pointed to my hair. "You know, blond." We both laughed; that broke the ice. I invited her inside. As she stepped past me, I could smell a hint of her perfume, the scent tantalized my senses and reminded me of a meadow in the early morning. The smell fit her to a T.
Because of her casual clothing, it made it very difficult to figure out her physical attributes. I guessed her to be 5' 4", 110 pounds, with 32 B-cup breasts and a nicely shaped rare end. But at that second it was immaterial.
We sat down at the table and she began talking about how she knew James and when they went to school together. I was mesmerized by the creature in front of me. I thought this had to be a dream. All I could do was nod my head and listen. Finally, she looked at me and asked "Are you listening to me?"
Startled I answered, "I'm sorry, another blond moment. I was joking. I've been just admiring your beauty and didn't know what to say."
She blushed, and embarrassed looked away. "Don't be embarrassed, I meant it as a compliment. You are extremely beautiful and I don't know what I did to deserve you sitting across from me."
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"
"Yes, you are a vision."
She looked away, again embarrassed.
Trying to not look a fool. "I'm sorry I haven't offered you a drink yet. What would you like?
She looked at me with a warm smile that accentuated her blushed cheeks. "A rum and coke, if you have any."
"Coming right up." I mixed her drink and handed it to her.
I asked her where she worked and what she did. our conversation was a little awkward. We struggled to find a common topic. Finally, James showed up with Ellen, holding a large snook. He gave us an excuse that the fish fought harder than he expected, hence that was the reason for being late. We forgave him and commenced to prepare dinner. James cleaned the fish, and I prepared the crab meat stuffing. We all drank and talked until it was late.
Throughout the evening Kim would sneak glances my way when she thought I wasn't looking. But a caught her a few times. She would smile coyly and look away. The evening and dinner were a success, and so was our 1st date. When the evening was over, I walked Kim to her car. We stood in the dark and talked some. We both felt the excitement and energy that the other was giving off. Finally, I looked into her eyes, I wanted to kiss her passionately, but I didn't want to ruin the moment or have her think I was one of those guys wanting only sex. So, I hugged her tight and kissed her on her cheek goodbye.
We made a date for the next day to go out in my boat with my older brother Paul and his two daughters, Kelly and Danielle.
The next day I loaded the boat with a cooler of beer, soda, and water, and finished just before Paul arrived with the girls, Kim arrived shortly after. She wore a simple white T-shirt and a pair of tight blue jean shorts. We all got into the boat and headed off to do some water skiing and have a fun day. As we idled out, the girls took off the clothes they had on over their bathing suits. Curious and excited, I watched intently as Kim removed her T-shirt and then shimmy out of her shorts. She was wearing a shimmering black one-piece bathing suit with a zipper pulled down to just below her breasts. It was cut high above her hips and tight over her rear. The suit was perfect, fitting her like a glove. It was sexy but not too revealing, showing her perky breasts, and framing her coochie. My estimation of her body was spot on. She definitely had my attention.
I spent the day pulling everyone around water skiing and tubing, drinking beer, and having fun. Kim turned out to be a fairly good water skier.
When I had successfully worn Kelly and Danielle out, we went back to the dock. Paul said he needed to get home, so Paul, Kelly, and Danielle said their goodbyes and left, leaving Kim and me alone. We sat on the dock looking out, neither knowing what to say. Finally, I looked at her. "You really got along well with the girls, and I could tell they loved you."
"I had a great time and like them a lot too."
"Where did you learn to water ski?"
