Dear Hal,
I've been trying to relax this morning and write to you. Maybe writing will help me put things into perspective. I have to stop my destructive sexual behavior! Trouble is I cant!!!
I've decided I'm going to do it. I can't stand to pass this up. I love my husband SO much but I have to do this.
Ever since Nick told me what they wanted to do I have been trying to prepare myself. These two gorgeous studs can get all the young girls they want so I got to work a bit harder at 37 now. I'm so horny that I masturbated by our pool this morning. Good thing we have a fence!
I've been working on my tan every day for the last 4 or 5 days. And I am going to have my nails done in a little bit after a nice hot bath. I have some really nice lotion that smells really nice too.
I have a new tube sundress picked out. It's short, black and tight across my chest. I have a nice pair of heels too that make my legs really look good, especially with the tan.
How did I end up in this situation?
Where do I start?
Well you asked so let me back up about 6 months.
It was this past January 2009 and my best friend Kearstin and her husband Dave threw a big party at their house.
Kearstin is a high school teacher and my best friend. We have known each other forever it seems. Both of us are bisexual and have been lovers for years. We both have huge sexual appetites for men but love each other too. We have shared many experiences over the years since high school and college. Our husbands do NOT know. There is something about a woman's touch that a man just cannot satisfy; enough about that for now.
Like me she is a brunette. She has a killer body, better than mine I think. She is shorter than me but our body types are similar.
Anyway, at the party Kearstin introduced us to a really nice couple, Shannon and Gene. Dave had some business dealings with Gene and they became friends. We all hit it off really well that day. Gene is a successful executive and Shannon runs their surf shop near the beach and sells beach ware (bikini's!!) and surf boards.
Shannon and I hit it off really well too and over the next few weeks we had lunch and went shopping together a few times. Kearstin even joined us on a few days out and we had a few "girls nights" too. Fun!
About a month later we threw a big back yard party at our house. At some point, and I don't know how it started, somebody brought up surfing. Well, somebody asked Shannon if her son, Nick, was still giving surfing lessons.
I had not met their son Nick but I'd already heard gossip at our parties about just how cute a stud this young Nick was. Kearstin told me he was in her class at the high school and even commented he was the hottest senior in the entire school.
You know how parents sit around at parties at talk about their kids. Well I learned that Nick had turned 18 in January, was a senior in high school and a star athlete on the swim team. He was competing for an athletic scholarship to UCLA. In addition to the athletic promise at UCLA he was doing some modeling too. When Shannon told a funny story about how he had to shave all his body hair so he could glide through the water, Kearstin whispered to me just what a bronze god he was at 6-4" and 200lbs. She said he kind of looked like a very young Lorenzo Lamas. Oh wow!
Anyway, back to the surf lessons. Somehow surfing came up and somebody in the group suggested that we should all go. When I admitted I had never surfed Shannon offered to have Nick teach me lessons. The group really teased me hard. I really didn't want to do it, partially because I'm scared of the water and also because the water is kind of cold and you have to wear a wet suit. California ocean water is not warm like Florida ocean. If you "Google" southern California news you can read about a man in Orange county who died from a great white shark bite--very rare-1st death in about 50 years. I know my fear is irrational but its real to me. Anyway, back to the story.
I listened to them chat and learned that Shannon had an old RV that she let Nick use each Saturday for his teaching lessons. He carried all the student boards to the beach every Saturday morning and gave lessons to about 5 or 6 students.
My husband piped up right then and said I should finally learn to surf! After all Kearstin was a Georgia "Peach" too but she had been surfing. I didn't want to at first but with peer pressure from Shannon and everyone else there, I finally relented and agreed to at least "try" it.
Shannon told me that she would get Nick to give me a free introductory lesson and if I enjoyed it then I could sign up with him for a their "surf school".
That next week I went to see Shannon at her surf shop and we had lunch. We were quickly becoming really good friends. She had the most amazing selection of surf gear in the shop. And, did I mention bikini's?
I bought a couple of new ones from her. Small, sexy, bright string ones. She joked that they would roll back the clock on my marriage ten years.
That very next Saturday morning I gathered my courage, kissed my husband Jeff goodbye and went for my very first surf lesson!
Greek God! Surf Stud! Hunk! Super Model! OMG the stories were true! Nick was the hottest young stud I'd ever laid eyes on. 18 years of age, tall with dark wavy long hair, deep blue eyes and a perfect smile. I loved that ripped tan body. And yes he was smooth just as Shannon said. He was the California rugged surfer type for sure. No wonder his modeling career was starting to take off.
Well, I scored a huge FAT "F-minus" at surfing that day.
But I scored straight "A's" riding Nicks "long board" in the back of that RV!
