Based on a true story of what happened to me. This is a love story and will not have detailed sex in it
Part two: The 7th wave
I got up and headed for the water hoping no one would notice me leaving, when I heard Jude yell,
"Where the hell you going!"
She knew I was trying two sneak away for my walk down to the beach.
"None of your business!" I replied,
She chuckled knowing she spoiled my quick get away. She could be such a pain in the butt some times, but I knew if it were not for her, I would be sitting alone at home with no friends.
She had a way of chipping away at ones shell, and bringing them out into the open. With her around I there was no need to talk, she would do all the talking until I could get over my shyness about meeting someone new.
I rolled up my pant legs so I could let the water splash over my feet, and my toes sank into the sand. I took in a long deep breath, and slowly let it out, along with the tension I was feeling. Finally, I was alone.
As I walked, I looked at the moon. It was about half full, and I liked it that way. It was just dark enough for me to disappear out of site of those at the bon fire. I loved the sound of the waves. They would drown out all the mindless chatter that was always running threw my head.
Out there on the beach, I was not shy. I was not here with out a date. I did not feel different and out of place, damn it! I thought he was cute?
The thought crept past the waves and into my mind. I did not want to think, I just wanted to enjoy my walk, then, I heard "hey!"
Nooooo! I wanted to be alone! Who was calling me? I turned around. It was the new guy, a small heart attack came when I thought 'Oh no, he's gonna kick my ass." I flinched when his hand came at me and he said "Hi, my name is Jason...."
I just stood there looking at him. He said "Hi" again, and put out his hand. After my heart started beating again I realized how stupid I must have looked, and I shook his hand. I said "Hi, my name is ...". Pause, I can't do this alone, were is my Jude. I searched around. The bonfire was way off in the distance and there was no Jude. "Hi my name is Ryan." The usual feelings of tension, of being shy, were building, when he laughed and said "I am sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, This helped. I felt the tension easing. Sensing this, Jason said "I am from out of town, I am here visiting cousins for the summer. This is the first time I have been on this beach, so I wanted to have a look around. Mind if I come along. "Sure" oh I mean no I don't mind, I said, nervously, and we started walking. I thought 'what is it about this guy'.
I secretly was glad he had came out there. Shit! he yelled, A wave came in and surprised him, getting the bottom of his pants wet, and I laughed. His baggy pants were wet from the knees down. "Hang on" he said, and walked onto the dry sand. I followed, wondering were he was going, when he stopped and started taking his pants off. Man, this guy WAS from out of town! I could not believe he was taking them off! I looked around embarrassed, to see if any one was looking. There was no one there. And, I caught my self looking at him.
He was wearing boxers, and had thin legs with little blond hairs shining in the moon light. Then I realized what I was doing, what should have been a glance had become a long stare. Snapping out of it, I looked up to see him smiling at me. I wondered, had he noticed? I could feel the blood rushing into my face, and I turned and started down the beach again. He caught up and walked along side of me.
As we walked, we made the usual small talk, and his shoulder ever so slightly bumped in to mine. The waves had the effect of making it hard to travel without losing your balance occasionally. A tingle ran down my whole body. What was happening, I didn't like this, 'why was I acting this way?' I thought. I looked behind me, to see that the bonfire was now a small speck off in the distance. Jason asked "was that girl you were sitting with your girlfriend?" I said "No I didn't have a girlfriend", and he said he didn't either, and the girl he had come with was his cousin. Then our walk was ended with a cliff wall coming down and meeting the waves. He said "well, looks like this is as far as we can go." "No", I replied, "it is possible to go farther. If we time it just right, and run fast while the waves are on their way out, there is a cove on the other side we can get to." "Well, ya wanna try it he said?" "Sure, but we have to time it just right or we won't make it." Jason said "After you..." with this cute little grin on his face. Man he was cute. This time I didn't get so mad at my Self for thinking that, but my heart started to pound when I realized what I had gotten my self into I was always afraid to run around the cliff.
One wrong move and the waves would have swept me into the ocean.
The few times I had tried, I had always made it, but it still scared me. OK that was putting it mildly I was terrified! I walked over to the cliff near the water and started counting the waves. Was it seven? I think it is seven waves from the largest wave. That was how it worked. Then there would be one small one before the cycle started over again. My heart started pounding again but, this time out of fear of not getting it right.
There it was, the largest wave. The seventh wave. "NOW!" I yelled, and took off at a full speed, Jason right along side of me. Time had changed and it seemed we couldn't run fast enough. Had I picked the right wave? Were we going to our watery graves? There it was, the end of the cliff wall and the lagoon. We made it just as the next wave came crashing down behind us. The near miss soaked us, and we laughed as we tried to catch our breath. I looked around and saw the lagoon for the first time at night,
The sheer cliff walls going up circling around two form a half moon. I thought I was in the most beautiful place in the world, here, in the moonlight, It seemed we were the only two people on earth. We looked at each other and laughed again at the near miss and at each other, dripping with water.
Some how that lagoon had for that moment changed me and I heard my self boldly say, "well we're all wet, we might as well go swimming. It was still warm enough that our cloths would dry fast enough." Jason said "ya let's" and began taking of his shirt as I did the same. Now, I was about to run and jump into the sea when I saw him taking off his boxers. He looked up to see me standing there with this stunned look on my face. He chuckled and said "you didn't mean with our clothes on, did you? Haven't you ever skinny dipped before?" He walked over and said "It's easy you, just start by undoing your pants."
My heart started pounding so loud I could no longer hear the waves. I could not believe he was actually going to unbutton my pants.
I could not believe I was going to let him. I couldn't even think as my pants fell to my feet. There I was standing naked on the beach only inches away from a cute naked guy. We stared at each other, my heart pounding in my ears and the ocean breeze blowing across our naked bodies. What was only a few seconds felt like eternity... then the moment was broken by the cute ornery little smile that came over his face. He turned and ran toward the water and I followed.
We jumped in just as the shallow waves came in. I looked at him, there was that evil grin, and I knew I was in trouble. I ran through the shallow water and he chased me and pushed me down in to the next incoming wave. I was laughing, and took off after him to return the rotten deed, again time changed as we ran and played, splashing each other, trying to dunk each other.
My usual self-imposed rules and regulations had for that piece of time been washed away and I felt like I was in a dream. I never wanted it to end, the freedom I felt was enchanting. One of my laughter filled attempts to escape him by running toward the beach was ended when I felt his arms around my waist. We fell to the sand lying next to each other in the waters edge. I thought I couldn't be happier till I noticed we were touching side by side. My first impulse was to move... we had touched by accident. But I didn't move. I waited for him to move but he didn't. Struggling to catch my breath from all the running around was not made any easier by this.
It was, well, in my mind, I was finally realizing this was going to be different. It was OK to be naked, it was OK to horseplay, it was OK to be happy, But it was OK to touch? Ya, we touched while playing in the waves, and guys horse play all the time. We were just naked this time no big deal. Who was I kidding.
His shoulder touched mine, his leg touched mine and we lay there staring up at the stars. Neither of us moved. The self imposed rules came crashing down in my mind having a war with my heart, and losing. I liked this, and was not going to listen, that cove to me seemed like another world, A world with out rules, with out pain or judgment, Could it be?
My thoughts interrupted by that seventh wave coming up around us and we both sat up to catch our self from the toe of the wave pulling us back into the ocean. We moved up just a little farther, so we were still catching the end of the waves, but not having to watch for the big wave.
When we settled into our new spot, I looked over at him, not knowing what two expect. Would he have that smirk on his face I was growing to love? When our eyes met there was no smile. There was this look. What was it? I knew but I was still fighting that war in my mind, and I strained to make clear what I was seeing, no evil grin, no smirk, no laughter. Just me and him looking deep into each others eyes. That now oh so familiar pounding of my hart that I heard in my ears had returned
. The waves stopped.
The war in my mind stopped.
The world stopped,
We kissed.
Warm chills ran threw my body mixing with the now dropping temperatures. I could hear his heart pounding as loudly as mine. I put my hand on his chest, and then we stopped and looked at each other. If I never experience this again in my whole life I will be happy. A gust of cold air from the night warned of how late it had gotten, and suddenly, realizing the waves, I yelled "THE FUCKEN WAVES!"
There was only one way out of that cove and the tide must have been coming in all along, "SHIT JASON THE FUCKEN WAVES!" He looked at me oblivious to what the big deal was with the waves. I said "No, not the waves! The tide has been coming in; there is only one way off this beach and before the night is through, this entire beach will be under water!" My mind raced through the stories I had heard of kids being trapped there and never being heard from again. I ran up to the cliff wall were we had left our cloths and grabbed them up. Jason did the same.
There was no time to put them on. I started counting the waves, "One... Two...Three...Four ...SHIT" I yelled, "I can't do this! I can't tell which wave is the big one!" they all looked big, They were all crashing madly in to the jagged rocks and the cliff wall. I yelled "I can't...I...cant...I" I felt Jason's hand grab mine, our fingers interlocking. I turned to look.
He looked scared, too, but there was something else in his expression...the look of excitement. It was almost like he liked the idea of dying hand in hand naked and on those rocks with me. My fear didn't subside, but I felt something. I felt alive. More alive then I ever had, there was something else I felt..... love.
The wave crashed with a furious thunder on the cliff... it was the seventh wave. Without a word we tightened our grip and started into the water.
Talk about sheer terror... there was no turning back as the out going wave barely cleared the cliff wall and the next wave came, reaching high up and curling down upon us. I looked over at Jason. He looking at me. Ya it was love alright and I could die happy.
The wave cast night about us, and the image of him fading in the darkness was all that was left as we ran.
The tight grip our hands held and then at last we broke through to the other side, nearly being swept away by the force of the waves we had just caught the end of. "We made it!" I yelled. He let out a scream "Wasn't that great! Wasn't that fucking great!" we grabbed each other in a tight embrace holding on to each other so tight we could barely breath, our bodies trembling with fear, excitement, and our now growing love,
I never wanted to let go, just then I heard "Are you two done yet?" and the blood drained from my face and from my entire body.
We turned to see Jude and Jason's cousin, Lynn, standing there watching us. Jude spoke again, looking us up and down. "Well you two have Nothing two be shy about HHHmmmm?" Realizing we were still standing there naked, we scrambled to get back into our cloths. Jude then said "The bonfire is almost out and almost everyone has left." Lynn who was still standing there trying to make sense of what had just transpired said nothing. "If you to want a ride you better hurry Jude said."
We all walked, saying nothing to each other. I glanced over at Jude. She still had that big smile on her face. Finally, Jude broke the ice. "You had never been gone so long, and it's late. Your parents are gonna skin ya when you get home." I had no idea what time it was, but if Jude said that it was late, then it must have been way later then I had thought.
Whenever we were out, Jude was always trying to push my parents' conservative curfew, saying 'come on just another five minutes and then I will take you home'. However she was saying I had had it, this can not get any worse. 'Wait!' I thought too soon, 'What about Jason's cousin?' I did not even know were she lived. She could not live in Carmel, I would have recognized her, unless she had just moved there after school let out.
I was dead. I just know it. "I'm dead."
I did not look over at Jason. I could not. The other side of the cliff wall had, if only for a moment, allowed me those forbidden feelings. This side of the wall did not. I was the old me again and I could not even look him in the eye. By the time we made it back to the bonfire, everyone was already gone. We headed up the cliff. First Jude, then me. , I did not look back, but I knew he was just behind me. When we got to our cars I knew I had to say something, but I did not know what. That was when I heard Lynn say loudly to Jason "Get in the fucken' car, now", and before I knew it they were gone. I looked at Judi
I saw the sadness on her face, as she felt what I was feeling at that moment. I got in the VW bus and she took me home. We said nothing to each other the entire way. When we got there, we hugged good buy. I usually made this as brief and as non-emotional as possible, but this time I just held on tight, fighting back tears of confusion.
My parents were already in bed, if they knew I was coming home late it did not matter. I was just glad I did not have to hear about it then.
Exhausted, I quietly climbed the stairs to my room and laid down with out getting undressed, so emotionally drained I could only fall into sleep right away. I awoke the next morning by a backpack being hurled at my head, my dad saying, "Pack that, we're going camping." I still felt drained as I packed and went down stairs. Breakfast was waiting, and I sat down as my father started in on me about being late.
I heard about what time I came home,
Something about the decline of family values,
How a trip to camp in the redwoods would allow us plenty of time to talk on the subject of how to behave in this household As usual, my mind began to wander onto other thoughts. I had heard this story many times, and had it memorized. Right on cue my mom, would add how some more time spent at church would also be needed. That was my parents' favorite punishment, making me attend church. I almost, out of stress about all that was occurring, started laughing when the thought of 'I wonder if the subject at church would be about the sins of homosexuality'. I heard my dad yell. "Is there something funny boy! Do you find all this funny!" I realized I must have been smiling with those thoughts.
I almost blurted out, 'Yes I do!' Now what was happening? That self-punishment mechanism was kicking in, and I felt it just was not severe enough? What was happening to me? Maybe I should add to it. "Yes, actually, I do think this is funny!" I heard myself blurt out. A long moment of silence passed while I looked at my parents' expressions of shock. I had never said anything like that to them. 'Man did that feel good! Wow! That felt fucken good!' I thought, but it was short lived. My father stood up, reached across the table and slapped the crap out of me. "So, you are getting a smart mouth, are you? Put your stuff in the truck and wait for me there!" he yelled.
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