I feel the muscles in my upper pelvic area contracting a bit, and I don't think I mean to do it, it's just that something's got my attention. Rinna, sweet girl and new friend at surf camp, takes my hand and leads me to a hut that looks like it's been closed pending demolition for years. "I heard they keep some awesome vintage longboards in here, like, the owner's personal quiver," she tells me with a sly grin. She's got sun-tipped, bronze hair that always looks like it's having its own party, clear olive skin also kissed by the sun, a cute hoop nose ring and an astonishingly unfair figure. Petite, curvy, strong, flexible. Perfectly symmetrical. Small breasts, but cute, and just the right size for her. I am most jealous of her perfectly chiseled shoulders and perky heart-shaped butt. Cheeky bikini bottoms just look right on her. Whatever. She's adorable, and I love her for it.
We've been together at this adult surf camp for about a week, and will remain here for another month. It's the most amazing retreat, and I'm so glad to have booked myself in here. It sounds too hippie-dippy for me, but, yoga, clean eating, lots of surf, and early nights have me feeling more like myself than I have in years, and it's funny how being so close to someone so beautiful makes me feel like I can be anything, too.
Sure enough, she jiggles the door open, and there in the shadows lay surfboards that haven't seen water in years, but are so beautiful, cleanly kept, with wooden stringers and hand-painted striping. The fiberglass glistens, and there's even one that's made totally of wood. I bet that board catches a 2 inch ripple, and turns like a pier, but is probably a beautifully smooth ride. This place is clearly dear to someone, and I feel both guilty and exhilarated to be inside.
We hear voices heading nearer down the trail and tuck ourselves into the hut, jiggling the door back into place, and waiting, looking through slats in the reeds like giddy school girls. Rinna grabs my arm in hers, and is about two inches from my face and nearly panting with glee. The interlopers pass, and she squeals a bit, and kisses me on the cheek. "Gone!" She yelps, and runs over to take a closer look, ignoring that she just kissed me. Maybe she's one of those girls who kisses friends like that, I don't know. It's sweet to me, but also felt a little flirty. I liked it, but it's also totally foreign to me. I'm over-thinking this.
I take some pictures with my phone; I want to Google the shapers and see if they're all native Hawaiian made boards. I bet so. We ooh and ahh over the pieces for a few more minutes and then realize yoga starts in about half an hour. Let's get back and change, we decide, and are off to our little hut in paradise.
I'm shy, and change in the shadows. People I'm not having sex with never see my breasts or my stomach, really, or anything else normally covered by clothes. To be at a bathing-suit themed retreat is a big step out of my comfort zone. For Rinna, this is not so.
She changes in the middle of the room, and takes her time. Saunters, topless, to a window and watches the sky for a moment. Her nipples are so cute. So petite, such perfectly round, brown areolas. I'm a little shocked to be having these thoughts, but, there she is, and who could help it? She bends to change out of her bottoms and into her yoga pants. Honey, she bends over with her ass facing me, slowly, looking at something on her leg? On her foot? I don't know, but I'm presented with the most lovely view of the back of her chubby little vagina lips, like their own little heart, right below her perfect, lovely apple bottom. She waxes, apparently. I do not. I feel the shift in my pelvic area again, and look away, catching myself in this odd moment. I wanted to kiss her there...What?
My goal for this week is to meet life as it comes. Not to have expectations, but just to let what is, be. So. I have a lovely roommate. She is sexy. I've noticed. All is well. Now we're going to go to class.
Except, oh, what's this text? Class is cancelled this afternoon. Our instructor has run to town for a family emergency. Uh...ok. What now? Rinna sees it, too, before stepping into her sleek black pants, and opts to just forgo them. Also no reason to shimmy into a sports bra, right? She's so at-home in her body, it makes me just want to touch her, see if she's real. The gentle divide down her stomach looks like such a lovely place to trace a finger, and her vertically oriented belly button looks like just the right size to give a little lick, a kiss.
She looks back at me, and says, "You're ok? Are you still getting dressed for class?! It's so hot. I'm just going to rest a bit, and cool off." And I feel like an idiot for putting my shirt and flops on, and so start to peel myself out of them. She notices I'm struggling a bit, as I'm now getting sweaty and nervous, and comes to my rescue. She doesn't stop with the t-shirt, though, she helps by unclasping my sports bra. Mine has clasps, because I have breasts that require a lot of support. I let her finish unclasping, and I think her hand takes down a strap from my shoulder. I have my back to her still, stopping for a moment to process this. She gently slides a finger under the other strap, and is definitely helping me all the way out of my bra. "There. Much cooler, yeah?" Yeah.