Nicholas found her intriguing. The girl who stood on his surfboard was all beauty. From the top of her braided head down to her well-manicured feet. He couldn’t see any flaws in her. They way she moved, gracefully and energetic. The way she talked, so careful and controlled. She didn’t sound like any black girl he had known. She was rich, and she showed it. She didn’t seem to try and hide it, but she didn’t rub it in anybody’s face.
“Lean forward.” He instructed, trying to keep himself from getting on the board and touching her. To fix her stance, of course. “Keep your centre. Here comes a wave.”
Minnie widened her eyes for a millisecond before regaining composure. He was sure she could stay calm during anything.
It was a small wave, she rode it well for someone who had never ridden one before.
“Well done.” He complimented her.
She was stricken, sitting down on the board. Her legs dropping off the side he kept himself afloat on.
“Be honest.” She told him.
“I am being honest.” For a second, he got lost in the dark brown of her eyes. They were a blackhole, deep and mysterious. But somehow full of life and energy. He didn’t know what was on the other side, but it seemed like something that one couldn’t come back from. He looked away. She gave him a customary eyeroll. He found it hard to count how many times she did it. He found himself hoping she would do it more often, especially when it was matched with a small smile on her dark lips.
“How about you show me how it’s done?” She asked, her legs bobbed right next to him on either side. He longed to reach out and touch them. To find out if they are as smooth as any part of her that he’d encountered. He trailed his gaze up to her face. On the way, he stopped by her thick hips and her small waist. She had sizable breast that her bikini top didn’t hide and her thin neck. But her face was her best part.
Not just her eyes, the way she smiled. The way her eyebrows mirrored each other, the heart shaped face with thick lips. The way she wore her braids, as if that was just how her hair was.
“If it pleases the lady.”
His hands held onto the board as she dropped into the sea. She was undeniably close to him, her skin glowing with the sunlight. He could see small spots on her skin, the marks of old pimples most likely. The catch of her eyes. He wanted to kiss her.
Her lips were so thick and soft-looking. He wanted to taste her and feel her against him. She seemed to notice the shift in the air, her chest moved faster under the water. The current seemed to be pushing them closer together. Or was he moving in.
“It does.” She said, but he doubted that she was still talking about him surfing. Her eyes lingered on his lips as well. She wanted it, she wanted just as much as he did. Or maybe he was jumping ahead of himself. He didn’t want to move away. It also didn’t help that she was blocking his way to the board.
They were frozen for a few moments caught in the breeze of the sea wind, the ocean surrounding them and the gentle stream of want that crossed both. At least he hoped it did. He didn’t want it to be one sided. He didn’t want to fool himself into believing something that wasn’t true. He didn’t want to force himself on her.
The silence between them was overlapped by the sound of the waves crashing on the shore and the thundering of his chest. She seemed to get even closer, her front body contacting his. Her hands were flat on his chest. He swore he could feel her touch through the wetsuit, his heart was thumping against his ribcage.
His head was turned down, his hands holding the surfboard steady behind her. Their lips were millimetres apart, her eyes as dark and entrancing as ever. He didn’t need to psych himself up to do it, she pressed her lips against his.
And just like he had expected, her lips were soft. So soft, so thick and so delicious. She tasted like sea salt and bread. His eyes had shut, he couldn’t see her face, but he could feel it, against him. He didn’t hesitate, he returned the kiss. It was full of wonder and experimentation. To feel how he feels, she didn’t mind the fact that he wasn’t touching her, and he didn’t know why he wasn’t touching her. He longed to touch her. To run his hands up and down her body and explore what she had in her depths. To find what she was hiding underneath everything.
In that moment, the grip of his board kept the floating. He pushed her against the board, as gentle as he could. She didn’t seem to care, as she deepened the kiss. Both opening their mouths to allow their tongues to meet and dance.
And dance they did. Minnie’s hand wandered up the back of his neck into his wet hair, her grip was soft and soothing on his scalp.
They broke apart, panting. Minnie had a small smile on her face, her eyes electric and fuelled. He felt as they looked. Her hands didn’t leave his body and a part of him hoped they never did.
She looked up at him in amazement, as if nothing had ever made her feel that way. If he was going off just her eyes, he wouldn’t have been able if it was good or bad. But she had a small smile, the corners of her lips lifted in beauty. Her eyes were searching his face and he didn’t know if he looked stupid at that moment. He could have been flushed red and grinning like an idiot, but it didn’t matter. She had kissed him.
He watched her smile grow bigger, flickers of sparks reach out of her eyes and he could tell he was mirroring her. He had the same spark in him, the same smile on his face.
The same will to know how it would feel to just kiss her and not be worried about floating off and drowning at sea.
“Let’s get back to the beach.” The words sounded foreign on his tongue. He wasn’t even sure he was the one who had said them, but he heard his voice and her lips didn’t move. But they didn’t move to try towards the beach. They looked at each other, close. The draw to kiss each other extending and vibrating with every minute.
They kept floating, there in the middle of the vast blue sea. Fixed on each other.
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