Page 47 of Just The Sex

Scene 36

Sex on a surfboard

Cameron & Nixon

Driving to Nixon’s house, it is a hot day. I spot his truck in the driveway, telling me he’s here. Walking to the front door, I knock, but he doesn’t answer. It’s locked, so I stroll around to the back and find his bedroom door unlocked. As I walk inside, there is a bottle of tequila on his nightstand. “Nixon?” I call out and go in search of him, but don’t get a response or see him. There’s only one other place he could be. Looking outside, I spot him on his surfboard. On his bed is my swimming suit from the day before. I change out of my clothes and into it. Walking along the sand ‘til I reach the shoreline, I watch him gazing out at the water and worry about what’s really going on with him. He’s sitting on his board, looking out at the ocean with his back to me. It’s a really calm day, there are not enough waves to surf, but this is where he’s happiest.

Jumping in, I begin to swim and forget all about my leg. Suddenly it begins to sting, the sea salt burning it, but I push through the pain, needing to get to him. As I approach his board, he’s lost in a trance. He doesn’t even notice me next to him, until I climb on top. “Hey.” We are sitting face to face.

“What are you doing here?” he asks me, alarmed.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“I’m not, Cam.” He looks down, his hands splayed out in front of him.

“Yeah, you are,” I tell him and try to look into his eyes. He won’t even look at me. I can feel him pushing me away, the same way he did all those years ago, and for no good reason. “Don’t do this to me again, Nixon.”

“I’m not doing anything. I didn’t ask you to come here; you should really go.”

“So that’s how you’re going to treat me? After we spent the most amazing couple of days together, now I should just leave?”

He looks to the left, swallowing. I catch sight of his Adam’s apple moving in his throat and I’ll be damned if I let him do this to us again. “Goddammit, Nixon, fuckin’ look at me!” I scream at him and his eyes meet mine. “I lost you once and it about killed me. I will not lose you again, no matter what. So whatever it is that’s going on in your head, you better figure it the fuck out.”

“I’ve told you, I can’t give you what you need,” he says and looks down again. “I wish I could…but I just don’t think I can.”

“Yes, you can. You know why? ‘Cause all I need is you. Remember what I said, ‘one day at a time.’” He looks at me, my words doing something to him.

“Maybe that’s how you feel, but what about when I fuck up again?”

“What are you talking about?” I ask him.

“How are you going to feel the next time I fuck up?”

“You’re not even making sense, Nixon. Are you going back to the Navy?”

He shakes his head, and I scoot a little closer to him and touch his face. “Then we’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Since the day I left for the Navy, I hated myself for what I did to you, and seeing you back with my family yesterday, it’s where you belonged all along, and I fucked that all up. I took Conner from you as well. I left you with nothing—no one—I fucking hate myself for it.” Tears gloss over his eyes.

“Don’t do this. Don’t live in the past. Everything happens for a reason, Nixon, you have to believe that. From this moment forward, make things right for us. I trust that you’ll never hurt me again and you have to, too.” He kisses my palm that is touching his face. Then takes my hand in his, scooting closer to me as well. He’s breathing harshly, looking me in the eye.

“But I don’t, you know why?” I shake my head. “‘Cause I knew leaving you was wrong and I still did it.”

Our conversation is brought to a halt by his words and we sit staring into each other’s eyes, the waves rocking beneath us. If he knew it was wrong, then why do it? Why lie about everything and say that it was for my own good? At a loss, I do the only thing I can: force him to choose.

Untying my swimming suit at my neck, I let my tits pop out and he looks around at the beach behind us. Then covers them back up and says, “What are you doing, crazy?” He doesn’t like it, and then I untie each side of my swimming suit bottoms. No one is around and we are so far out that if anyone is on the beach, they couldn’t make out what we are doing. My bottoms fall open and he looks down at my pussy, like he’s in pain. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because, if you really feel like you’re going to hurt me again, then I want you to look at me and swim away. Let’s end this now…or, you can stay with me and we’ll at least try. No one’s perfect, I’m not expecting you to be, but please don’t give up so easily.” Immediately he rubs my clit, and I take that as he doesn’t want to let me go, that he wants to try.

“You know we can’t fuck out here.”

“Why not?” I ask him and take his cock out, looking down at it. He is stiff and makes my pussy clench. I swallow, wanting him inside me and he pulls me closer. “Wrap your legs behind me,” he says, getting carried away in the moment. I lift them out of the water. He leans back, balancing out the weight on his end of the board and I do the same, watching as he slides himself inside me, skin to skin, nothing separating us. “Fuck me, Cam,” he requests and slowly I start to move. The calm ocean rolling beneath us, mixing with my movements, has me nervous that we’ll flip over, but if we do, we’ll keep fucking wherever we fall.

My eyes are on the point where our bodies connect, his pulsating dick so hard as I move up and down on it. He feels incredible inside me. This is the first time I’ve ever been with anyone unprotected and I couldn’t want it more.

I moan, my body igniting in pleasure and as my eyes check the beach, he says to me, “Look at me, don’t worry about anything else.”

I nod, looking deep into his blue eyes, his thumb rubbing me right where I need it. Matched with the head of his cock inside me as I slide up and down, it’s too much to handle. I fight it, but lose. Coming hard, I gladly give over to the desire right as Nixon does. A blast of his cum fills me, and although we didn’t fully settle our conversation, him doing this was his way of accepting to give things a shot. And knowing we’re going to makes me feel like everything will be okay. I mean it has to be—I can’t live without him again.

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