It's another 2am morning, okay correction it's actually closer to 3am. Of course I'm still laying in bed looking up at the purple painted ceiling, watching the slow moving ceiling fan throw shadows onto the walls. The two big windows to my right over looking the beach were open and the sheers were moving lazily from the light ocean breeze. I'm house sitting on my summer vacation, I can't really complain though, it is a beach house after all, with the beach less then a block away. My brother called me last week asking if I wanted some extra college money. He was taking a tip to Hawaii and wanted me to watch his house. So I flew back to San Diego and for the fourth night in a row I can't sleep. I guess that maybe its because I'm not used to being so alone. I just left behind three roommates (2 guys and 1 girl). Something was always going on no matter what hour. I used to wish for solitude, and now I know that I was wrong.
One final sigh and I role out of the king sized four poster bed. No sense staying in a bed if I can't sleep. I quickly went though a mental list of all I could do. Starting with making coffee and ending with a very early morning swim. I opted for the swim and walked sluggishly into the bathroom. I turn on the light and let my eyes adjust. Near the towel-rack, hanging up, was a full length mirror in a wrought iron frame, the iron was welded and molded around the mirror, made to look like vines and leaves. I just stood there looking at my nude pale reflection staring back at me. My full heavy 40 F breasts are just starting to give into gravity.
They're lightly freckled and extremely pale (almost as white as milk). My medium sized nipples a light pink color. My eyes traveled down to my stomach, my major problem area. In my mind it's a bit too pudgy, my waste measuring 36 inches and my hips 40 inches. Most of the guys I've dated loved my stomach (I wish I could see what they saw). I never really liked having my stomach touched, its one of my few "hands off" areas. My eyes left my stomach and moved to my legs, stopping to admire my nicely trimmed red pubic hair. My legs were starting to tan, my calves muscular, my thighs full and strong, only because I took advantage of the universities Olympic sized swimming pool and walked all the time. My eyes flashed down to my feed to admire my perfectly (dark purple) painted toe nails, then flashed back up to my face, which was framed by my curly thick mess of dark red shoulder length hair. My almond shaped green eyes where looking out through sleepy half closed lids, peering through thick eyelashes that were like black lace. My nose stood out because of its freckles; both it and my cheeks were slightly pink due to mild sunburn. My face itself was heart shaped my best feature I often think.
Hanging over the shower rod was my swimsuit, a dark blue denim color tankini. The bottoms were high cut and the top low cut, showing off major cleavage. I slipped it on grateful that it had dried, then I slipped on the blue tie dye gecko shrong that was hanging next to my suit, slipped into a pair of black rainbow beaded flip-flops, and grabbed my "bud lizards" beach towel. Once outside I was amazed about how warm it was, slowly I walked down to the beach that was seemingly deserted. I dropped my towel, shrong. And flip-flops onto the sand and walked into the water which was refreshingly cold. I swam around while the stars and moon was still visible. Half way into my swim a lone surfer paddled up to me on his board.
"You know it's probably not safe for you to be swimming right now." He said, his deep voice caught my attention. He was sitting up straight on his bored wearing a black wet suit. His shoulder length dark hair was pulled back, his gray eyes staring at me.
"And why is that?" I asked defiantly, treading water.
"Well because of what you are wearing and the fact that there is a school of jellyfish that like to show up around this time." Like on que I felt something brush my stomach, thinking (well not really thinking obviously) that it was a piece of seaweed I brushed it away with my hand. All the sudden all my nerves went into pain over drive (brushing my stomach cased the stingers to go off). My eyes got wide and I gasped sucking in some salt water. The pain was intense, almost like an acid burn.
"Oh shit." The surfer said realizing what just happened. He reached out and grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me up onto his board. "Try to take a deep breath." Was the advice he gave me. I was sitting behind him leaning forward, my forehead pressed against his upper back between his shoulder blades. I was trying to breathe; I was also softly whimpering and shaking.
"I'm okay." I finally said softly, I felt him paddle back to the shore. Once on the sand he wrapped his arm around my back and helped me to my things, he had me sit down on my beach towel.
"Stay here I'll be right back." He walked off. It was still dark and hard to see so I just laid down on my back staring up at the sky. The pain had lessened some but it still hurt like hell. Surfer guy came back and I sat up looking at him.
"It might be best if you laid back down." I did as he said and he kneeled down beside me, flipping open a first aid kit. He reached down and moved my swimsuit top up I tensed knowing he could see me stomach.
"Hold still this will sting a bit." He took a bottle out of the kit, popped open the lid and drenched my stomach with something that faintly of rubbing alcohol.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry about that. You are probably going to want to take shower when you get back to your place. Also you should put lotion on your stomach, treat it like a really bad sunburn."
"Thank you." I said as he got up.
"Not a problem…" He offered me his hand and I took it getting to my feet. "So do you have a name?"
"Isobel. How about you?"
"Luke…Nice to meet you Isobel. Even under these circumstances." He gave me a heart-braking smile.
"Thank you Luke." I smiled weakly at him.
"Hey how about I go get my board and give you a ride home."
"I only live about a block away, I can walk."
"It wouldn't be safe. You're not from around here are you?"
"Actually I lived in San Diego for 18 years then left for college."
"How old are you?" He asked. I hate when people ask me that stupid question. Usually people guess that I'm in my late twenties, but when they find out my real age they treat me like a little girl.
"I'm 22 if you must know." I said tight liped.
"Barely drinking age." He chuckled which totally pissed me off.
