Page 28 of Bad Behavior

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Jameson

Itap my fingers on the dashboard of my Jeep Wrangler, looking at the time. It’s 9:55 am, and I’m sitting at a remote nook of Redemption Beach, waiting for Emma. Today is our first real surf lesson, or at least our first one on the beach.

We’re supposed to meet at ten. Then again, she might be defiant and show up late, knowing that I can’t say anything.

I grit my teeth. Why am I doing this, again?

I look out at the beach in question, which is deserted. With a rocky sand bar located not too far from the shore, this section of beach is often empty. People are afraid that they’ll get caught in rip tides and get dragged along those rocks. Fair enough.

But it’s totally fine for my purposes, being that we’ll hardly get in the water today. I glance at the clock on the dash again, growing tense.

I fidget with my wetsuit, which I’m only wearing on the bottom half of my body. On the top half I’m wearing a t-shirt. It wouldn’t normally bother me to be half-naked, but somehow Emma’s planned presence makes me extra aware of my clothing choices.

I stare at my clock for another minute, then decide to move. Fuck it, I shouldn’t wait around for Emma. I can at least set up without her.

As I climb out of my Jeep though, Emma whips her enormous Mercedes SUV into the spot next to mine. She’s out of the car in a flash, her raven’s wing hair tied up, and her shorts revealing a hell of a lot more than they cover.

I take a moment to drink the sight of her in her bikini top and shorts. Her hips and shoulders are super slim, but she has amazing fucking tits and long legs… and an ass that won’t fucking quit.

Fuck. Just… fuck.

Emma bounds up to me with a grin. “I’m here on time.”

“That you are,” I say, doing my best not to look anywhere but her face. That’s a sure fire way to get hard, which would be so fucking awkward right now. “Ready to go out to the beach?”

“Yeah. I need to put my wetsuit on somewhere…” she says. She points out a tan tote bag she’s carrying on her shoulder.

“You won’t really need it today,” I say. I force myself to look out at the ocean instead of looking at her.

“Okay. I brought the suntan lotion.” She squints at the ocean too.

“Yeah.” I grab the two surf boards out of the back of my Jeep. I start to plod out into the sand, not looking forward to her applying sunblock with me standing right there.

I swing the boards up over my head, carrying them by balancing them on my head. The sand underfoot gradually grows more wet and dense as we get closer to the water. Emma trails along behind me, looking around at who knows what. There’s not a soul to be seen here on this cloudy day, not even any seals or gulls around as far as the eye can see.

The land vanishes on both sides, falling away to form a small peninsula. There’s just the two of us here, alone together. I swallow, realizing that this might not have been the best idea. But it’s too late now for that.

When we are a stone’s throw from the water, I carefully put the surf boards down onto the sand with a muffled thunk.

I glance over at Emma. “This seems like a good place to settle for the moment.”

She scrunches her face up as she puts down her tote bag. “You’re the boss.”

“First things first. Sunblock?” I ask. “I already have a base layer on, but I could do with another coat on my face.”

She nods, producing a tube of expensive-looking lotion from her bag. “Here.”

She tosses it to me, and I squirt a little into my hand before tossing it back. I lotion my face as best I can, trying to ignore her as she lotions her legs, her torso, and her chest. She takes special care with her face, but she still leaves a big smudge under her right eye.

But I remember how close we came to kissing when I removed a drop of wine from her mouth at the restaurant a few days ago. There’s no way I’m taking that chance again, so I just keep my mouth shut.

“Ready?” I prompt.

“Almost. Would you mind doing my back?” she says, turning away and dangling the tube of lotion over her shoulder. It’s kind of an assumption on her part that I’ll say yes… but then again, what straight, red blooded man would say no to that?

I grit my teeth. “Alright.”

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