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Now who is ready for a surfing lesson?

5:

They waded in just past the breaking point and stopped. He was right next to her and still had his hand on her back. Her heart was beating so hard, she was sure he could hear it over the pounding surf. She had to ask him to repeat himself when she realized he was talking to her.

Smiling down at her, he said, "I forgot to ask if you know how to swim."

"Yes, I am a very strong swimmer," she replied.

"Good, now I don't have to cancel the lesson," he teased, flashing a warm smile.

She forced her self to relax and smile back, "what do I do first?" she asked.

"There are two things you have to be able to do. First is to go from a position of lying on your stomach to standing on your feet in one motion. The next is staying on your feet and maintaining balance. I will demonstrate for you," he said. Taken aback by his perfect form, she had to remind herself to close her mouth. His body was lean and well-muscled. Watching him jump up on his board with power and grace made her mind fill with static.

He jumped down beside her. "Now you give it a try," he instructed.

"Oh, Ok," she said, trying to pull herself onto the board.

She colored slightly when he chuckled. "Hold on and turn around. I am bit taller than you," he said. Putting his hands around her waist, he lifted her up onto the bobbing board. He didn't know if she was blushing or if her fair cheeks had had too much sun. Either way, the effect was very pretty.

"Ok, now lie down and try to push up." He was smiling like an idiot. Why had I never given lessons to any of the swooning groupies before? She was beautiful, but not more so than any of the girls from the academy. His train of thought was broken when she popped up on her feet like a little ninja.

"Ok then, let's check your balance." He couldn't hide the surprise in his voice. They were standing in a calm trough, so he gently started rocking the board. She had a very determined set to her face, so he started rocking harder. He was very much enjoying watching her backside sway. Finally, she fell in and came up gulping for air and spitting out seawater.

"One more lesson. If you feel yourself falling in, close your mouth," he said, laughing at her.

She made a very cute pouty face and slapped his arm. "You didn't have to rock me so hard."

Keith ran his hand though the back of his hair. Did she understand the double entendre in her statement? Did she know how adorable she was?

Needing to get his brain back together, he said,

"The sun is getting low so we need to get going."

He put his hands around her waist again and sat her back up on the surfboard.

His heart flip flopped. He was wrong; she was way more beautiful than any woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her big round eyes were so full of joy and sunshine. Her long hair was now wet and plastered to her petite, but curvy body. He noted that she demurely kept her knees together, and off to his side. She wasn't a common strumpet. He liked that. Pulling himself up, he straddled the board. He told her to swing her leg around and do the same.

"Now what?" she asked, nervous again. He wasn't pressed against her, but was very close.

"You need to lie down. I… umm…. Well, I am going to lie sort of on top of you and paddle us out past the wave break," he stammered.

"Oh, ok," she mumbled.

Poseidon, have mercy on me, Keith thought as he paddled out. Lying nearly on top of her was as arousing as it sounded. He was grateful when they reached the calm, flat ocean. Turning the board around, he sat up.

She pushed herself into a sitting position, "How do we get onto a wave?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder.

He leaned in close to her; the desire to kiss her earlobe was overwhelming. "Now we look for a good wave and then we will have to lie back down and paddle to keep up with it. I will pop up first, then you, understand?" he said, his voice right in her ear.

A torrent of thoughts went running wildly through her mind and body. Never had she been that close to a half-naked man. Now he was leaning into her back and whispering in her ear. Why did that make goose bumps prickle my arms? Her eyes widened at the pressure of her nipples pushing against the fabric of her bathing suit. Not trusting her voice, she nodded, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Thinking she was just readying herself for the ride down the wave, Keith turned to scan the ocean. "Ok, now," he said pushing her down with his body.

She was knocked breathless by his sudden thrust against her. She grabbed the edge of the board and held on tight. The motion of his strong arms pushing the water made him rock against her in a steady rhythm that was making her mind go hazy. Suddenly at the pinnacle of the wave, he pushed away from her and for a split second she felt utter disappointment.

Then he grabbed her waist and yelled, "Stand now!" She popped up and was flying. The wave was surprisingly high, and they were moving fast, cutting a diagonal line away from the crest. It was absolute freedom. The blue of the ocean, the salt spray hitting her face, the wind, him, everything was perfect for one blissful moment.

She jumped off when she realized the board was going too slow to maintain momentum. He bailed behind her and the wave broke around their knees. Laughing exuberantly, she threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He was caught of guard and fell backward. They broke apart, and she laughed harder than she could ever remember. He was smiling and shaking his head. He stood up and went after his board.

"Can we do that again?" she asked excitedly, following him out of the water.

Still smiling at her, he looked at the setting sun and told her no. She stuck her bottom lip out and pouted. That maddening desire to kiss her came over him again. "Surfing at night is not for amateurs. I don't even know who to call if you get eaten by a shark," he said, tossing her a towel. He had to turn his back to her while she dried herself off.

She realized all the other guys were gone and that the party had concentrated itself more tightly around the house. She wrapped the towel around her and picked up her clothes. She hoped one of the girls had a comb she could borrow.

Keith had put on a red t-shit that had a white waved shaped strip across the chest and the word Coca-Cola in script.

He smiled at her and held out his hand. "You can shower off at the house." She looked at him skeptically. He realized she had taken that the wrong way and quickly added, "I will introduce you to Lisa. She will help get you squared away." He frowned to himself. Maybe all she wanted was a surfing lesson. Why did that thought bother him?

She smiled sweetly up at him, and slipped her hand in his. She told him she had already met Lisa. They walked in silence back to the house. As the crowd got thicker, she sensed that people were whispering about them when they walked by.

Keith stowed his board in a small locker before walking up the steps with her. When they walked out onto the deck, he let go of her hand and put his arm around her waist. Allura's breath caught in her chest. To Keith, the gesture sent a crystal clear message to the other males.

"What?" Lance snapped when Sven smacked him on the arm.

"Found your little blue haired pixie," Sven said dryly, pointing across the pool.

"What the fuck?" Lance said in disbelief.

There she was, talking to Lisa, but that couldn't be Keith standing half behind her, his hands on her waist. Lance was jealous for a whole minute or two. She was too dammed hot. Her half damp and tousled hair looked wild. A towel was wrapped around her waist. Her bikini top showed off her perfect breasts. Lance laughed out loud. Keith was not so subtly enjoying the view of her breasts as well. It was so unusual for Keith to take notice of a woman. Lance decided he would just sit back and watch the show.

He watched as Allura walked inside with Lisa; Keith headed up the outside steps, and around to the front of the house. Lance didn't hesitate. He knew Keith was heading to his room. Sven rolled his eyes and followed Lance.