Soul Surfers

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Chapter ten: Andy

Once my foot touched the floor, I was pulled into the arms of Trent who took me in the corner and spun me into a kiss. “Hey,” he said in a flirty voice, giving me his signature smile that had me all mixed in my own thoughts.

“Hmmm…hi,” said as I felt hypnotized every moment, I was with him.

“Aren’t you going to show me around,” he asked as he started to peck certain parts of my face, “like the kitchen, and the bathroom, and your bedroom~” he chuckled as he pushed me up by the dimples of my back into a long-awaited kiss.

I stood on my toes, as he teased my tongue with his own, but the kiss was broken quickly when a slightly drunk Olivia bumped into me, along with a rushing Ian to the front door. I wonder what that was all about, I thought as I realized that I was holding onto his shoulders and he was itching for yet another kiss.

He pulled my hips closer to his, and shook me a bit, I turned back to him and smiled, “someone is a bit impatient,” I chuckled as my teased his jawline.

“You’ve been keeping me on edge all day,” Trent said, as he nuzzled base of my neck, “I can’t help but be a little…restless.”

I laughed and took his hands in mine, “well you wanted a house tour, let me give you a house tour,” I said as I tugged on his hand and pulled him through the crowds of sweaty bodies.

In the kitchen the guys were using the counter as a beer pong table, “want to play?” I said as bumped my arm against Trent’s.

“Sure,” he replied as Brodi brought the drinks around the table, pouring it into the cups then pouring little red cups for us as well, “lady’s first,” Trent ushered.

“Of course, you’re such a gentleman,” I said as I stepped up to the plate and down chugged down the tingling liquid, Brodi and Jesse spun me in circles, so I was dizzy, Trent came from behind me to stead me footing so I wouldn’t fall and crack my head open.

“You got you’re sights on the target?” he whispered hotly into my ear.

I nodded, “yeah,” I said, and I took the small ball in my hands and through into straight into the cup on the edge, “yes!” I cheered, throwing my hands up in the air as I took another drink.

We played for a about thirty minuets before heading upstairs where I showed him my room, “what’s with all the feathers?” he asked, because with every step we took the feathers moved with us.

“The girls and I got a little out of hand,” I said while scratching my head.

I turned on the lights, and the shadows of my room disappeared, and the mosaics tapestries recealed themselves in colorful lighting.

My uncle was a kind of hippie and so when I moved into the staff house, he gave me a bunch of stuff such as the tapestries that covered the wall and fluffy carpet and the baskets that hung from the ceiling. And occasionally I would go into town and buy candles, so my room smelt of coconut and vanilla.

I took off my shoes, and freed my aching feet, “my goodness,” I said as I stumbled in his arms, “sorry,” I apologized, turning my head to him, and then I looked back to my room, smiling ear to ear, “so what do you think? Was it everything you were expecting?” I asked as I wiggled away from him and to another side of the room.

“It’s really nice,” he said, as he jumped on the bed, making all the feathers fly up and into the air, it looked a bit like snow.

I stood by the balcony doors, and through the windows you could see the lake and entrance to the house, along the bridge I saw two people out there, just sitting down over the edge.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Trent piped up, stealing my attention.

I chuckled, “I’m not thinking of anything,” I said as I jumped onto the bed with him, straddling his lap and holding his arms down, “what are you thinking about?” I asked as my hair acted as a drape around his face.

He hummed as if he were actually thinking, “I was thinking that you’re exceptionally beautiful…”

“Yes,” I said, as my sober side was coming back little by little and courage to do things like climb on top of him was thinning.

“And you’re unbelievably exciting to be with,” I hummed in agreement as our faces got closer and closer, where our lips were only a touch away. “And I think you were a beautiful surprise to me,” he said, pushing his head up to mine, connecting our now interlocked lips in a kiss and then another.

Unconsciously my grip had loosened and his turned us over where I was on my back with him caging me in between his arms looking down at me. I stared up at him, my hands near my head as my cheeks flushed red of heat and embarrassment. “And now you’re mine,” he said as he leaned into my lips.

The feathers floated around the room with every moment we moved, and rained down on us as he grabbed my face and tilted my head up to kiss me, “mmmm…” I moaned as I tried to budge my hand from him grip, but he was in charge, and he made it clear when he tightened his hold around my wrists.

Our make out session was stopped as he started to delve down lower, towards my neck. He peppered little kisses down my neck, once he got to the juncture between my neck and collarbone he started suck there, his hand leaving my hair and traveling down to my leg, where he wrapped his hand around my thigh and squeezed it, “ahh!” I moaned, slamming my head to the side.

“You make such pretty sounds,” he teased as he lifted himself back up above me letting my hands ago, I rose up and took his face in my hands pressed my lips to his.

I wasn’t one for making first moves, but this felt right.

I sat me down on my knees and held my hands that cupped his face, but one of them teased the hair on my skin by slowly tickled me through my dress and his hand found comfort in the small of my back, before we could dare to continued, he broke it apart, “are you sure about this?” he asked, as he separated us by the distance, “if you do this, you can’t go back, and I don’t want to do it if you—”

I stopped hi from talking with a kiss, it was small and short, “stop talking,” I said, and swiped him bangs a bit, “I trust you, Trent.”

We both smiled at one another and quickly he shrugged off his short, and he pulled me off the bed and spun me around, my back facing him as he fidgeted with the zipper, pulling it down and exposing the skin of my back.

It gave me a chill when he ran his hands down my spine then back up.

He bent down and started to leave little pecks and kiss down my beck, “oh!” I cried as his lips felt cold against my back, I tried to reach back for him, but his hands caught mine and he refused to let me go as he assaulted my backside with his lips.

I felt him sucking one particular part that made me lose my breath, “Trent!” I moaned, and he once again turned me towards him pushed my chest up against his, I blushed embarrassingly as the heat from our skin mixed in one another. Once we separated, I covered my bare chest and then looked at him, “your turn,” I said gesturing to his pants, where I could see a forming bulge through his tan kakis.

He smirked and started shrug of his pants and grabbed both his shorts and my dress, which had been pooling at my feet, and tossed them into a forming pile in the corner of my room.

I was getting ready to pull down my underwear, but he grabbed my arms and stopped me from doing so. “I want to do this part,” he said, and he set me down on the bed, from the floor he kissed slowly up to my leg and inner thigh, I felt his tongue probe the outside of my underwear.

“Ahhh…” I moaned, and on instinct I grabbed onto the sheets, clutching my blanket between my fingers, “Trent!” I groaned as I he stared back up at me, his eyes seeping into my teary ones.

I watched as his thumb and index finger took ahold of the straps of my underwear, and he rolled the fabric over my skin of my feet. “Don’t need this,” he remarked and then threw it to the corner of the room and returned to my inner thigh and pulled me further in his mouth, which was hot around my leaking folds.

I started to bite on the skin of my finger, muffling the sounds I made, as I felt the control I had over my release thinning.

Suddenly I shook violently with my arches as I empties our and squirted over Trent’s boxers, “hmmm!” I moaned loudly as I was still shaking with ecstasy.

He stood over me with a look of predator, and I felt like a wailing doe.

He took a moment to look at me, and then flipped me over on my stomach. I watched his boxers being added to the pile of clothes, and felt his manhood probe around my glistening folds, I suck in breath and squeezed my handle on the sheets. “Just relax,” said Trent, and I felt him starting to push in his thick girth into my small folds, I bit my tongue trying to keep my voice down. So not to cause suspicion, “just bear with me,” he pleaded, “that was only the tip,” he explained as his grip on my hips roughened as he slammed his thickening cock into my pussy.

I screamed into the feathers on my head, as tears streamed down my face, I clutched onto sheets and bringing them closer to me. My legs had already felt weak with the orgasm I had just moments ago, and now this.

I felt him lean into my back. Trying to sooth me with a hushed voice. “I’ll wait,” he reassured and started to hug my waist.

It took a few minutes for me to adjust, after my breathing became a bit calmer, he placed his hands back on my hips.

“Are you okay?” he asked, but I couldn’t talk, not with dry blood along my inner thighs and my breasts pressed up against the bed sheets, “do you want to go on?”

I nodded, and he started slow at first.

Just testing the waters for a bit and getting me used to him before he could go full throttle—at least one day, but not today.

After a few seconds he started to quicken up his pace to a steady rhythm. The mattress moved with us as I moaned out into the sheets, “Trent!” I cried as was trying to be gentle with me. Treating me delicately, as if I was a glass on the midst of shattering.

I felt his fingers probe around my stretching pussy as he continued to thrust in his girth. His nails circles around my nub and gasped into the sheets as he startled leave little pecks and kisses down my back. “Ahhh!” I moaned in the air, covering my mouth muffling what ever came out next.

I felt the dam about to break as I only wished it cape sooner, by this time I felt that Trent had lost all control and he started to slam his balls against me. We rocked the bed against the wall and feathers continued to fly about the room in the air above us.

Our bodies seemed to be perfect cinque as we rocked together with sweat dripping off our bodies, you could hear the squishing sound, but it was drowned out by the sound of the party downstairs.

I gasped as he hit the endzone, I practically choked when I felt my insides rock in a soaring pleasure. “Ugh!” I groaned and started to massage the bottom of my stomach, “Trent!” I moaned aloud once again.

“Almost there,” Trent struggled to say as the tightness of my clit may have been to tight for him, He would push his cock out to the hilt then back in all the way.

“I can’t! I can’t!” I cried as tears ran down my cheeks and with one last hit to the womb I screamed and came for the second time, I cried into the sheets and felt his girth empty into me, filling me to the brink with his cum.

“Shit,” he said, and too quickly did his take out his cock, I groaned as dripping from my sore folds was cum mixed in with blood.

“Ahh!” I groaned as it emptied out onto the floor, I looked back to him, “don’t worry,” I reassured, “I’m on birth control,” and a look of relief washed of him, and he joined me on the bed, where we lay catching our breaths and snuggling with one another among the feathers that some how got their way to covering our bodies.

I didn’t talk, and it took me some time to stop shaking from my two orgasms. I would look down and peak at his girth from time to time, it was larger, more that average.

“What’re you looking at?” Trent said cockily as he caught me staring.

Immediately I looked away buried my face into his chest he drew circles around my back. “I didn’t think it would hurt so much,” I said hoarsely.

He hummed, “I didn’t think virgins were so tight,” he chuckled, “especially you.” I pouted and got up from the bed, the soreness in my leg putting me off my balance a bit.

“I’m going to put some medicine on my vaginal area,” I said and I unknowingly put on his shirt and carried my thong to the bathroom, I buttoned the first button so if anyone was looking through the windows I wouldn’t be too revealing, then again I just had sex with the windows opened, I doubt anyone was listening or could hear me, I thought to myself.

“You know I could just put you’re medicine on you,” he said as he followed me to the bathroom, I kissed his cheeky little face and then shut the door.

“Not happening,” I retorted.


When I came back into the room, I found Trent looking at the picture that I kept on my night stand, “you’re cute,” he said, as we pulled my closer to him, “still are,” he said as he pressed our lips together into just a small little quick kiss.

“Thanks, you’re so sweet,” I said, and he pulled away and noticed the hanging string instruments on my wall.

He tossed my favorite instrument to me, the ukulele, “play me something,” he said.

“It’s not that easy,” I said, and caught with both hands, “and I usually don’t perform in front of people,” I said as I ran my hands on the carving that my uncle did a few years back.

“Amuse me,” he urged, and I followed him to the balcony where he ushered me to sit with him on the hammock.

I sat in his lap and put my back against his abs as the hammock swung from side to side, “what do you want me to play?” I asked.

“Anything,” he said, “anything and everything.”

I loved to play music, I loved to a lot of things. Surf, music, volleyball, swimming, but I was really scratching my head when it came to singing for him, “okay, but just one song,” I said.

I could feel his smile form at the back of my head.

As the stars shined on my I started to play and it was a song that I had known by heart. A simple little tune that I loved to play over and over again, I would practice it because it was the song my aunt sung for my father on the night they met a million years ago, I remember she told that this was the song that spreads love.

You’re just too good to be true
I can’t take my eyes off you
You’d be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I’m alive
You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off you

Pardon the way that I stare
There’s nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that is real
You’re just too good to be true
I can’t take my eyes off you

I love you baby
And if it’s quite all right
I need you baby
To warm the lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say

Oh pretty baby
Don’t bring me down I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I’ve found you stay
And let me love you, baby
Let me love you

You’re just too good to be true
I can’t take my eyes off you
You’d be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I’m alive
You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off You

I love you baby
And if it’s quite all right
I need you baby
To warm the lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say

Oh pretty baby
Don’t bring me down I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I’ve found you stay
Oh pretty baby
Trust in me when I say…”

I ended with that, and I put down the guitar as the breeze blew through my hair, “that was perfect,” Trent said, “I had no idea I had such a talented girlfriend,” he said, the word just making butterflies sore across my stomach.

As we were getting comfortable in the hammock we looked up to the stars, “tell me more about your family,” I said.

“Why,” Trent asked as he held my hand to his chest.

I sighed, “you never really talk about him,” I said.

“There’s a reason why I don’t,” he said, I gave him a pleading stare and within a few seconds he caved in, “okay, well I wasn’t going to tell you this because I didn’t want you to think differently of me, but—” before he cold say anything our attention was thrown by a scream from down stairs and the sounds of something crashing into the walls.

Trent and I rushed to the top of the stairs, we stood over the ledge and from where we stood, we saw a girl as she drowned in her own blood.

Then the next scream came from me, and everything fell into darkness

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