Love Lessons At Pleasure Point 12

I highly recommend you read the previous chapters (8, 9, 10, and 11) to get the full context. At the very least, read Ch. 11 first. As always, please rate and comment. -Petitmort

The morning sun sat low on the horizon as Paul dozed in Jessica's king-sized bed, hugging a pillow with his muscular arms, as naked as the day he was born.

The white top sheet covered his lower body, the bed a jumbled mass of cotton like the frothy shore break on a windswept summer day.

The door opened. It was Jasmine peering inside to check on him.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she said in a soft voice.

He stirred, not yet opening his eyes to the morning.

"Everyone's awake and getting ready to start the day."

"What time is it?"

"After nine."

He rolled onto his back and stretched, flexing his arms. She sat on the edge of the bed next to him.

"We're making cappuccinos. Want one?"

"A cuppa cappu?"

She ran her hand over his broad chest, his stomach, and his chiseled abs.

"Taylor, Mack and I are gonna go for a run. Wanna come?"

"I wanna check the surf report. Maybe get a sesh in this morning. What about Chelsea? She doesn't want to run with you guys?"

She shook her head.

"She didn't bring her running shoes. She's gonna take a walk along East Cliff."

He nodded.

"I can walk with her. I wanna head down to The Hook and check out the swell."

"I thought we could meet back here and have brunch before we head back to Berkeley."

"Nice."

She gently brushed a lock of hair off his face.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Oh my God. It was epic. I don't think I'll ever forget it."

She smiled, running her finger over his lips.

"I don't think any of us will forget it."

"How's Chelsea this morning? She doin' okay?"

"Yeah, she seems fine. You treated her like the gentleman you are."

Paul wondered if she knew about the charade he and Chelsea had played. How they made the moans of a normal massage sound like passionate lovemaking.

"She's a sweetheart."

"Yeah," Jasmine said, softly. "She's got a heart of gold, that one."

"I think you've got a heart of gold," he said, softly touching her cheek. "I really do."

She leaned down and kissed him on the edge of his mouth.

"Come, get dressed and have some coffee."

"OK, I'll be there in a sec."

She got up from the bed and went out the door.

Paul thought about what a generous person Jasmine was. How she not only allowed but encouraged him to bed three out of four of her friends from school.

And, although he and Chelsea never actually made love, Jasmine and the others

thought

they had.

It took a special breed of human being to be that selfless and secure.

Jasmine rejoined the others in the kitchen.

"Paul's getting up. He doesn't want to run, he's gonna go surfing instead. And then we'll all meet back here and go get brunch."

"Yum," Mack said, sipping her cappuccino. "Can't wait to try the vaunted avocado toast at Verve."

"Chels, Paul said he'd walk with you down East Cliff. If you want company."

"OK."

Chelsea was hoping to spend some time with Paul. That's why she didn't mind skipping the run with the others.

"Where're we running?" Taylor asked.

"I thought we'd go to Nisene Marks State Park. It's close by. The park's long and narrow, going uphill, so I figured we could run at our own pace and then catch up with each other."

"You mean I could catch up with you all," Mack cracked.

"It's really nice. Tree-covered, along a creek. You'll love it."

"That's fine," Mack said waving her hand. "I'm used to it."

After Jasmine, Mack, and Taylor hopped in Mack's car and took off for the park, Paul sat with Chelsea at the kitchen island.

"How're you doing?" he asked with a smile. "Good?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You were so great last night. Thanks for being there for me."

"No problem," Paul said. "You didn't tell Jasmine anything about last night, did you?"

"Why, did she say something?"

"Well, she said something about me 'treating you like the gentleman I am'. Or something like that. I thought maybe you said something."

"I didn't, but I got the feeling she knew. She said, 'your secret's safe with me.'"

"I'm not surprised. She's the most intuitive person I know."

"I probably would've told her eventually. Roommates and everything. I'm okay with her knowing, but I'd rather Mack and Taylor not know."

Paul nodded.

"So," Paul said, "I'm gonna take a walk to see how the waves look. I thought maybe you'd like to come."

"Come? With you?"

"Yeah. Up to the Point and back. It's not far."

"Yeah, sure. I'd love to come with you."

Paul and Chelsea set off on their walk along Opal Cliff Drive, heading west towards 41st Ave. The houses along this stretch were each more opulent than the other. Landscaped yards, modern architecture, and luxury cars lined the street on either side.

"This is one of the ritzier parts of Santa Cruz," he said. "A lot of these places are second homes, believe it or not."

"Like Jasmine's house. I can't believe that's someone's vacation home. It's nicer than any house I've ever been in."

"Yeah, it's pretty cool."

Chelsea was wearing the bikini Taylor had lent her, along with a pair of white short shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. She hoped there might be a chance to lay out in the sun while Paul surfed.

She was bustier than Taylor, and the bikini was a bit too small for her. Her boobs spilled out of the top on all sides and the thong bottom showed almost everthing. She didn't mind since she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Besides, she felt sexy wearing it. Especially walking next to Paul.

Paul was in his usual attire -- board shorts, flip-flops, and a t-shirt.

They passed 41st Ave, the main commercial street in Pleasure Point, and turned left to walk along the cliff overlooking the ocean.

Running parallel to East Cliff Drive, the pedestrian walkway runs along the sea cliff on the east side of Santa Cruz.

People of all ages frequent this scenic path -- joggers, surfers carrying their boards on vintage bicycles, tourists and locals alike -- as seagulls, cormorants, and pelicans fly overhead.

Early on a Sunday morning, as they ambled side-by-side, Paul and Chelsea pretty much had it to themselves.

"Know how Pleasure Point got its name?" he asked her, smiling.

"I was wondering about that. Because of all the surfing?"

"Nope. It got it's name back in the 1920's. During Prohibition, all this was pastureland. And there was one wooden building standing all by itself, a saloon, what they used to call a 'speakeasy'. It was called the 'Pleasure Point Roadhouse'. They say the women who worked there would take customers upstairs to rent rooms by the hour."

"So, it really

was

a place of pleasure," she smiled.

"People'd go there to drink illegal hooch and end up sitting at the bar with bootleggers on one side and off-duty cops on the other."

"Nice."

"Slowly, houses and stores got built up around it. It eventually got torn down but the name stuck."

They got to a little rocky outcrop with a staircase leading down to the beach.

"This is The Hook. It marks the beginning of Pleasure Point's main surf breaks."

"Do you surf here?"

"Occasionally. If the waves are better here. Usually, I surf further up the coast. At 1st Peak. We'll walk by it."

"Why's Pleasure Point such good a place to surf?"

"Well, it's got year-round waves for one. Those swells you see right there? They were created thousands of miles out in the Pacific by strong winds blowing over large areas of ocean. When the swells reach the shallow waters of the bay, the bottom of the swell starts to drag causing it to slow down and grow in height. Eventually, it becomes unstable and breaks, becoming a surfable wave."

"That's fascinating."

"The swells that reach this part of the coast bend around that point there in long, right-handed peelers. That makes for really good breaks between here and 1st Peak. After The Hook, there's Jack's, named after Jack O'Neill, a legend in these parts. He invented the neoprene wetsuit. That's his house right there."

A small brown cottage sat precariously on the edge of the cliff.

"Does he still live there?"

"No, no, he died in 2017. They renamed the break after him. It's mainly a long, mellow right-hander, but it sometimes has a fun little left which is pretty rare for Santa Cruz."

They kept walking in the direction of 1st Peak and Paul's studio.

"Now, that break over there is 2nd Peak. It's popular among the longboaders. You can watch 'em from the cliff, cross-stepping and nose-riding, usually on the longer, softer section of the wave. Sometimes they'll ride a wave all the way to Jack's."

"Wow. Do you ever surf there?"

"Not really. It's more for intermediate surfers.

That's

my spot."

He pointed to a peninsula jutting out into the blue-green water.

"That's The Point. And out there is First Peak. When the waves are breaking, which they aren't at the moment, that's where I like to go. The topography of the ocean floor out there is really unique. There's a narrow portion of reef that pitches the wave into a steep face. Like an A-frame. It gives the wave extra momentum and creates this amazing, long right-hander."

"That sounds amazing. I assume it's not for intermediate surfers."

"No way," he chuckled. "If you're not advanced to expert, you shouldn't be out there."

"You must be really good," she said, admiringly.

"I've been doing it since I was a kid," he said, modestly. "It's my happy place."

"I'd love to see you surf some time," she said, smiling.

"I'd show you today if the waves were cooperating. Come on, I wanna check the surf report."

He took a right turn, crossed East Cliff, and headed up a side street.

"Where are we going?"

"To my place," he said, "I live right there."

He pointed to Maddie's bungalow.

"You live here on the beach?"

"Not right on the beach. A half block away."

He led her up Maddie's driveway, towards the back of the house.

He peered in her windows.

"Looks like Maddie's not around."

"Maddie?" Chelsea said.

"She's my landlord and good friend. I live above her garage."

He took her up a flight of stairs and unlocked the door.

Inside, was a good-sized studio apartment with a large picture window looking out at the ocean. A kitchenette with a table, a small desk with some built-in shelves, and an adjoining bathroom rounded out the space.

"You live here?" she asked, astonished.

"Yep. This has been my home sweet home for about a year. Make yourself comfortable. I'm just gonna check the surf report real quick."

He sat at his little desk and opened his laptop, quickly navigating to the Surfline website. He clicked on Pleasure Point and there were video thumbnails of all the places they'd just seen: The Hook, Jack's, 2nd Peak, 1st Peak, as well as some others.

He scrolled down to "Current Surf Conditions" and in big red text was the word "POOR". He perused the various stats: swell size, swell period, wind direction, and tides.

"As I thought. It's totally flat today. Oh well. Looks like no surfing for me."

Chelsea was standing at the picture window looking out at the ocean.

"I can't believe this is the view from your bedroom."

"Yeah, I totally lucked out. Maddie was my high school English teacher. I did some handyman work for her and we had the idea of renovating this place. Next thing I know, she offered me the chance to live here. She's one of my best friends. Almost like a surrogate mom."

"That's so nice," she said, turning to look at him.

Paul was at a momentary loss. With his plans to go surfing basically washed up, he needed to find something else for them to do.

"So, um, we could keep walking," he said, eyebrows raised. "We could go down to The Point, and check it out. Or we could walk to Cat & Cloud, a cool coffeehouse nearby. Whatever you feel like."

She gave him a little shrug.

"I'm fine with whatever," she said. "Maybe we can rest here for a bit?"

"OK, um, let's see, what do I have I can offer you? You want some tea? I could make some tea."

She smiled.

"I just had a cappuccino. I'm good."

"Right."

She sat on the side of the bed.

He felt a bit awkward. The night before, she'd made it abundantly clear she preferred he not get physical with her. And he respected that. She was traditional and wanted her first time to be with the man she loved.

Instead, they faked it. He gave her a regular massage and encouraged her to moan and groan loudly. The women outside listening just assumed they'd done the deed.

She was sitting looking out the window, her hands in her lap.

"You're lucky to live so close to the ocean. And to have such a great view."

"I know. Ever since Maddie and I became friends, I feel like I've been living under a lucky star. She's been really good to me."

"And it's cool how you were able to fix this place up."

"You should've seen it before. The roof was leaking, there was this hideous green carpet, the window was cracked. I pulled up the carpet and there was hardwood flooring underneath. It needed re-sanding and stuff but I think it turned out pretty well."

"It looks fantastic. I've never seen a bed with such a great view."

Paul moved next to her, sitting.

"Yeah, I put the bed here specifically for the view. I dunno, I've always liked the idea of looking at the ocean from my bed. It just seems really... soothing."

"It is soothing."

"Plus, it's really great to look at the ocean when you're making love."

"I bet it's amazing," she gulped.

"Believe me, it is. The other great thing about this place? When I replaced the picture window, I had them put in double-paned glass. You know, for better insulation. Turns out it's also really good for soundproofing. So I can make as much noise as I want and no one can hear."

"You make a lot of noise?" she asked, puzzled.

"Well, I don't. But the women I'm with do."

She realized what he was talking about.

"Oh,

that

kind of noise," she chuckled.

There was an awkward pause.

"I was wondering..." she said, "do most people make a lot of noise when they...you know...do it?"

He thought for a moment.

"Not everyone. Some people do. I'd say the women I've been with generally do."

"Why

is

that?" she asked, innocently.

"Why? Well...I guess it's because they're really enjoying themselves. You know...they're cumming. Really hard. And usually multiple times. So there tends to be a lot of moaning and stuff. Even... screaming sometimes."

"Screaming?"

"You know... screams of pleasure."

"Oh," she said, looking out the window.

"And that's what's great about this place. It's tucked back here. Soundproof. It's totally private so you can really go for it. Let go of your inhibitions. Fully experience the pleasure."

She gulped again.

"You know, Paul, when we were talking yesterday and I told you how I imagined my first time. How I wanted it somewhere private? With nobody around? Well, this is the kind of place I was imagining. Off by itself. A room with a big bed. The view. I dunno, it just feels... perfect."

"Yeah, it really is a great place to make love. You know, that's why I positioned the bed where I did. When you lay back, you still have a complete view of the ocean... but no one can see you. Check it out."

She lay back on the bed, her head against the pillows.

"See? You can see everything, but no one can see in. It's completely private."

"That's really clever."

"Thanks. I actually gave it a lot of thought."

She was still laying back against the pillows, as if imagining just how private it would be.

"And you know what else?" she asked.

"What?"

"Remember when I was saying I wanted my first time to be with someone I felt really close to? Someone I connected with? Someone I trusted?"

He turned, facing her.

"Yeah, I remember that. And I have to tell you, I really admire you for that. For wanting it to be with the right person. The right time and place. I think it'll make it much more meaningful for you. And more enjoyable too."

"I think so too. I think, if I was with someone like that, someone I was not only incredibly attracted to, but could really communicate with... I don't know, I just think the sex would be that much better. For both of us."

He looked in her eyes, his voice soft.

"I think you're right, Chels. Communication's so important. And if you take your time, and let the pleasure build, and you're able to stay in the moment, without getting inhibited or self-conscious, you'll find it can be magical. Unforgettable."

"Maybe even scream with pleasure? Cause it feels so good?"

"I don't know about screaming," he smiled. "Being your first time and all. But certainly making a whole lotta noise."

She chuckled.

"You know, Paul," she said, touching his hand. "I think this is where I want to make love for the first time. With you."

He leaned over her, his handsome brown eyes gazing at hers.

"You want us to make love? Right here? Right now?"

"Yes," she said, breathily. "I want you to be my first. The man who takes my virginity. I want you to make passionate love with me. And make me cum."

"And you're sure this is what you want?"

She looked at him in both eyes.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

"OK," he said. "Let's do it."

"The only thing is... I don't... I'm not sure what to do. I need you to show me."

He nodded.

"Don't worry, Chels. I got you."

A smile spread across her face.

"You said that last night. And you did. You took care of me."

"And I'm gonna take care of you again. I promise."

She wrapped both arms around his neck, her lips next to his ear.

"I'm so glad it's gonna be you, Paul," she whispered. "So glad."

He gazed into her eyes then kissed her softly, full on the lips.

It was the first time they'd kissed, and they kept kissing for a long time, softly and sensuously.

When they final disengaged, he held her by the shoulders.

"Wow," he smiled, "you're a great kisser. Listen, we're gonna take our time, okay? And we're gonna communicate throughout. If we like something, if we don't like something, or if we just want to try something different."

She nodded her head.

"There's no pressure. Nothing to be nervous about. We've got lots of time. Just breathe and relax."

She took a deep breath.

"The first thing we're gonna do is undress each other. Why don't you start by taking off my shirt."

She slowly pulled his t-shirt up, revealing his six-pack, his muscled chest. She pulled his shirt over his head. His broad shoulders and muscled arms looked amazing in the natural light from the picture window.

"And now I'm gonna take off your top."

He lifted her t-shirt over her head. Her breasts looked incredible in her micro bikini.

He unfastened her bikini top, causing her full breasts to bounce as they were released from the bra.

They were perfectly shaped with pert, pink nipples that stood out.

He caressed her breasts, and kissed them, giving each of her nipples a little suck.

"You look incredibly sexy."

She smiled, already pulling at the drawstring on Paul's shorts.

He helped her slip his board shorts down his legs. He was in his thong underwear, his big cock straining against the fabric.

He unbuttoned her shorts and peeled them over her hips. She kicked them down her toned legs.

Her bikini bottoms were so tight he could see the outline of her pussy lips under the sheer fabric.

And the fabric was already wet.

"Damn you're hot, Chelsea."

He peeled the bikini bottoms off her luscious hips. Her pussy, completely shaved, was glistening it was so wet.

"I don't want to rush you," he smiled, "but you better take my thong off before I burst a hole in it."