As a beginner...
1. Don't learn to surf by yourself.
2. Find a good teacher.
3. Find a beginner-friendly surf spot.
4. Always warm up before going into the water.
5. Before going into the water to surf, go through all the moves you plan on doing in the water. Also, check your surfing equipment.
6. Observe the water. Study the waves, see how and where they break. Also, watch the other surfers and see what they do.
7. Beginners; always use a more oversized surfboard. Soft-top surfboards are also better for beginners.
8. Always use a surf leash.
9. Don't be afraid. Before getting in the water, take a couple of deep breaths, meditate if you need to, and center yourself.
10. Once you're in the water. Pace yourself.
11. Start small. Start with the small waves until you feel comfortable hitting the larger waves.
12. Until you've mastered surfing, don't surf with the big guys. Meaning, stay away from experienced surfers. You don't want to get in their way or cause trouble.
13. Also, once you get in the water, practice sitting; sitting on a surfboard while in the water isn't the easiest. You can either sit on the surfboard with your feet out of the water, or you can dangle your feet in the water, which offers a lot more stability, but then you're also a bit more open to the ocean wildlife.
14. Master the probe position, which is lying down on your stomach and paddling.
15. Practice your pop-up. It's like doing push-ups.
16. Keep moving your feet. If you keep moving them, the chances of being stung, bit, or something else happen along those lines lessened.
17. Work on your paddling technique.
18. Learn how to avoid nosediving.
19. Get used to falling.
20. Learn how to wipeout. Which wiping out happens a lot.
21. Don't bend your back. When you're on a wave, it's important to bend your knees and not your back.
22. Stay perpendicular to the whitewater.
23. Listen to your body. If you're tired, bored, or just not into surfing, always stop, head to shore, and relax. The last thing you want to do is hurt yourself.
24. Lastly. Have fun!
One last note, and it's like how the old saying goes. The best surfers out there are the ones having fun.
Don't be a dumbass... our instructor adamantly instructed, looking at my friends and me with some very harrowing eyes that say, you better listen, or you won't see another day of light if something terrible were to happen.
"Lots of information on your first day. I know. But it's imperative that you listen to everything I have to say when it comes to your safety while surfing. It'll not only save you a trip to the E. R. but to the mortuary as well."
On top of him telling us not to be a dumbass, our overly sexy, beach blonde surfing instructor adamantly drilled into our minds to be safe and smart. And after he finished telling us the dangers of surfing, he then stressed us to have fun while surfing. My ears and eyes drifted away from him, and to the surfing handbook he handed us. Surfing was definitely something I never thought I'd ever see myself doing, and as I scanned through the do's and don'ts of surfing, I started feeling a bit overwhelmed. It was a lot of information to learn, and to learn how to surf in thirty days was causing my anxiety levels to run high. We were told you could learn how to surf in a couple of hours, but since my friends and I are a bit airheads and a bit klutzy, we decided it would be best for us to take a month-long surfing course before we headed out to the beautiful City of Malibu for the summer.
"First things first. It would help if you learned the different types of waves," I heard the surfing instructor say closer than he was seconds ago. Having a feeling he was standing in front of me, I raised my head away from the handbook I had heavily immersed myself in, and my lips pursed when I saw him standing right in front of me.
An innocent smile formed on my face after the blonde-haired, pixie blue-eyed instructor arched his brow and curiously asked, "Shiloh, is it?" The facial expression he was expressing had me feeling like I was back in college and I just got busted for not listening to my professor, or I had been caught passing notes while he was speaking.
My fake smile faded, and I answered, "Yes, that's what my parent's named me. Why? Do you not like the name they chose? Because I don't care for it either, as everyone seems to want to call me Shy, which is something I'm not," I rambled, "so if you would like, you can always call me honeybuns, angel face..." I started listing off what others often like to call me but then stopped when I felt one of my friends kick me from behind.
I probably shouldn't have mocked the cute-looking surfer dude we hired to teach my friends and me to surf, but I didn't care for the way he was looking at me. With his arched brow, the tone in his voice when he asked my name, with him also displaying a look of, would you like to fuck after class? He rubbed me the wrong way. If anyone should be looking at anyone with the desire he was displaying, it should be me. After all, he is my teacher, and students are the ones who should dream naughty thoughts about their teachers. Not the other way around.
"Shiloh..." my friend Daliah scolded, smacking my arm.
"Actually," he smiled, winking, "I think that's a beautiful name. But the reason I walked to you is that I noticed you weren't listening."
I knew it.
"I was listening."
He looked at Dahlia, grinned a mischievous grin, then turned to me. "If you were listening. What did I just say?"
Shit. What did he say again?
I looked at Daliah, then to him, and said, "You said if you were listening," I giggled. Seeing both his eyebrows arch high, I knew my being funny time was over. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for as I was only trying to be funny to lighten the mood in the room. Anyway, I believe you said something along the lines of that we need to learn the waves. I was listening, but to be honest, I'm a bit nervous about surfing, and I got curious about what dangers I'd be putting myself in, so I ventured off and started scanning through the handbook."
"The only way you'll ever be in danger is if you don't listen to me. Don't get me wrong. Surfing is a lot of fun, but if you don't listen to my advice or listen to the rules about surfing, then yes, you'll be in a lot of trouble—something we don't want happening. Since you girls signed up for the private month-long class, and if at the end of the thirty days you're still struggling to ride a wave, then I'd be worried because that'll only mean one of two things. Either there's something wrong with you, or you're just not cut out to surf."
"I apologize. You've got my ears and my full attention."
I couldn't upset my friends. Learning to surf was something my friends since grade school wanted to do after a relative of our friend, Lindsay, said we were more than welcome to stay in their beach house for the summer. An exquisite home located right on Malibu beach. Instead of celebrating our birthdays here in Vegas all summer long. My friends felt we'd have more fun celebrating it in Malibu, ogling all the hot-looking beach-bodied men wandering the beach, all while swimming, tanning, and surfing.
He questionably looked at me and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure."
"Good. Because I'd hate to see or hear something bad happened to one of my students... anyway, as I was saying, you need to learn the waves."
Earlier, when I was scanning through the handbook, I came across the numerous types of waves he was describing, and it surprised me to see how many waves there were. I know this is our first day of learning to surf. But damn, how am I going to remember all of this?
"The one important thing you need to learn in a wave is where the highest point of that wave is. We call it the peak, and it's important to know that it's the first part of a wave that'll break. And finding that peak is the key to reading and predicting how the wave will break... Then, there's the lip. Many of the waves' power is at the lip, located at the upper part of the wave..." He explained and continued explaining all the different waves, what to look for in a wave, and how not to get hurt.
Knowing me, I'll be the first one to hurt myself.
I just know it...
Thankfully, our surfing instructor gave us a handbook. Because everything we just got done learning, I already forgot...
"Just remember. Take your time. Surfing involves a lot of observation, patience, and practice," he emphasized. "Once you master reading the waves, you'll have more fun, and your sessions will become more enjoyable. You'll enjoy catching the waves more, you'll have fewer wipeouts, and eventually, you'll go for the kill and surprise yourself by riding those more challenging waves."
Every day for the last month, my friends and I went to our surfing class, ogled our instructor, and practiced surfing on the simulator. When we first started learning to ride the simulator waves, we crashed a lot. And I mean a lot. It was so bad; we almost decided to hang it up and forget about surfing. But then we all had another wild and crazy idea that, instead of giving up, we went out and bought our own surfboards.
Believe it or not, but having our own surfboards helped us not crash as much. And now, when we all hit the simulator, we can ride a wave like a pro.
At least that's what I'd like to think we are. Because I have a strong feeling that the simulator is nothing like riding a real wave, and one of us will get hurt.
God. I hope that doesn't happen. Please don't let anything happen to us, I prayed, crossing my fingers while I stared at the surfboard by my door. I can't believe I'm about to say this. But for something I never thought I'd do in my life, I had a lot of fun learning, and now I can't wait until we're in Malibu, and we get to ride the real waves'.
I took a deep breath, then smiled as I grabbed my surfboard. "Let's do this."
"Shiloh?" I heard my new neighbor say after my door slammed shut.
"Yes," I asked, trying to turn without hitting the board against the wall.
God, this man.
Ever since he moved in four weeks ago, my eyes, heart, and mind have gone crazy, more so they desperately crave him. But there's one huge problem with my hot neighbor; he has a girlfriend, and she's a huge bitch. A snobby bitch who thinks she's better than everyone. Sure, she's pretty and has a nice body, but she has one ugly attitude and heart.
But I suppose that's what these biker guys here in Vegas look for. Biker bitches with tats. Yep, she's one of them, but whatever, it is what it is, so I guess I'll just continue eye-fucking him until I meet that one guy who'll finally steal my heart as I will do to theirs.
"Hey, Roscoe. I'm not a surfer. No. But since my friends and I are spending the summer in Malibu, we thought it would be fun to surf while we're there, so we took lessons. Hopefully, those lessons paid off."
This man was hot and so damn sexy that when his mouth curved upward into a smile, my body went numb, and the surfboard I had my arm wrapped around fell. "How about I help you carry your things to your car? Your arms look a bit full," he said as he bent down to pick up my board.
My arms were full. I tried to carry my luggage and my board, all in one trip, trying to avoid multiple trips up and down the stairs. I looked over him, looking for her. "Won't your girlfriend get upset if you help me?"
"What, girlfriend?" He asked, standing with my board in hand.
"That one girl you're always with. That gorgeous blonde-haired woman with all the tattoos."
I didn't know what her name was. All I knew was that she was a bitch, and every time she was over at his place, they fucked liked wild animals.
"Ginger isn't my girlfriend. She's just a woman I hang out with, ride bikes with, and fuck when we both need relief," he winked.
"You two must need a lot of relief," I speculated. Only because she's at his place almost daily, with her spending most of her nights there, and all I hear is the bed banging against my wall and screaming.
He leaned closer to my ear, and a fantastic smell hit my senses that excited the overly neglected sensitive area between my thighs. It was a beautiful scent mixed of leather, the outdoors, exhaust, and rock-and-roll. God, he smelled good. But then he spoke, and I nearly lost it.
"If you ever need relief, just ask. I'm a willing participant."
I cleared my throat, then turned away from him. I couldn't let him see my face turning colors or that I had any interest in his offer. I also knew there was no way he and I could ever get together. I'm not a biker; plus, I don't feel like having my ass kicked by the woman he fucks daily.
"I've got to get downstairs. My friends have been waiting for me long enough, and if I make them wait any longer, they'll leave without me."
He laughed. "Let's go, darling; I'll help you carry this and that," he said, pointing to my oversized bag I had a hard time lifting.
Something about his laugh told me he knew he had me thinking about his offer. Instead of commenting on his laughter, I took his other offer and handed him my bag that felt like a hundred pounds. "Thanks."
Dahlia, Lindsay, Willow, and Aubrey were all standing outside our rented Escalade, double-checking the surfboards they secured to the roof of the vehicle. And knowing who was helping me carry my things, I prayed out of all my friends, Aubrey wouldn't be the one to open her big mouth once she sees who it is.
Roscoe chuckled, then shook his head as he approached the Escalade and said, "I hope you girls aren't planning on driving to Malibu with those surfboards secured like that. You won't get very far as they'll fly off, most likely flying into a vehicle's windshield driving behind you."
Willow quickly turned around, squealing, "What do you mean? The surfboards are secured."
"No, they're not. The boards are strapped together, yes. But you also have to secure the surfboard rack to the vehicle," Roscoe chuckled.
Willow hadn't a clue who she was talking to until she realized he was holding my surfboard. She leaned her body to her left, and when she saw me standing directly behind him, she pointed. "Did you finally fuck him?"
My eyes closed in embarrassment.
I thought Aubrey would be the loudmouth. And here it was, Willow.
When I opened my eyes, my heart stopped when I saw Roscoe grinning ear to ear—loving what he heard. "So, you do want me," he said, amused.
"No," I replied, walking around him and to the back of the vehicle. "Open the back door," I ordered to whoever would listen. While Roscoe helped re-secure the surfboards, I loaded my belongings into the back of the Escalade slowly. Hoping when I close the back door, Roscoe would be on his way back up to his apartment.
I closed the door, then twisted my lips when I saw Roscoe standing back with his arms crossed against his chest, smiling away as he looked at me. "Have fun!" He saluted as I opened the front passenger door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he winked.
I don't even know him. So how could I know what he doesn't do?
"Or do everything I would do," he said, smiling widely.
My brows lowered. Still confused about what Roscoe wouldn't do. "And what would you do?"
"Find someone willing to have sex with me, of course," he admitted.
"That's you. Not me. Plus, I'm sure Ginger would disapprove of you offering someone other than her your fornicating tool," I warned, letting him know that he and I would never be. As sexy as this man is. And everything I like in a man, with his long dark hair, his strikingly forest-colored green eyes, his beautiful jawline, and his healthy built body, I knew he wasn't the one for me. Roscoe was just a man to ease the eye. To excite me. To make me dream happy thoughts. And to prepare me for the guy who'll finally swift me off my feet.
Once Lindsay drove us onto the highway, I turned around and scolded Willow, "I cannot believe you embarrassed me like that!"
She giggled. "I was helping you."
"No, you weren't. You embarrassed the crap out of me. Roscoe's my damn neighbor, you know."
"He has a girlfriend. Even though he claims she's not... Thank God we're leaving for the summer. After today, I don't think I can ever face him again."
Aubrey leaned forward, giggling. "You'll face him again. After all, he's your neighbor. Besides, I'm sure he'll forget everything Willow said to him."
My eyes widened quickly, and I looked to Willow. "What else did you say to him?"
"Willow," I groaned.
"Fine. All I said to Roscoe was that for the last month, all you've been dreaming about was him and that you wished it was you; he was banging, waking the neighbors with your screams, and annoying the neighbor on the other side of him as his bed repeatedly rocked the wall."
My mouth fell, and I turned around fast, huffing. "I cannot believe you told Roscoe that..." now I'm pissed. The last thing I want is for Roscoe to hound me when I return from Malibu, thinking I'll give him my body.
I'd much rather dream of him doing to me of what I hear him doing to that bitch, Ginger, chick. Besides, I'd instead give my body to a man with whom I see a future with. Not to some hot biker guy who only wants to fuck to satisfy his needs.
"I'm with Shiloh on this. You should have kept your mouth shut."
"I agree," Lindsay said. "I'll agree that Roscoe's a panty dropper. But it wasn't right of you, Willow, to tell him the dreams Shiloh's had about him. That's her own business."
"Lighten up, girls. I was only trying to light a fire in him to open his eyes to see he had a much more beautiful woman living next to him than that blonde girl we've seen him hanging out with," Willow said, trying to apologize.
Lindsay looked at me and smiled. "Forget Roscoe. I have a feeling you'll meet someone much better looking than him while we're in Malibu."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because I just know. Malibu has tons of hot-looking guys roaming around, not to mention there are also numerous over-the-top sexy lifeguards protecting the beach. And there's one I know who's been a lifeguard there for a few years now, and he's totally your type."
Now she has my attention. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yes," she nodded. "I wouldn't know if he's single or not, but he's definitely a guy I know that'll make your heart beat faster the moment you see him."
"He's definitely worth checking out once we get to the beach. And to be honest, the first time I saw him, I thought of you right away."
Now I'm more than interested in seeing who she's talking about. "Have you ever talked to him?"
"Once. A couple of years ago, my cousin and I were walking in the sand barefoot, and I stepped on a piece of broken glass hidden in the sand. He was the one who gave me first-aid and removed the glass that was deeply embedded into the bottom of my foot."
"Do you remember his name?"
"I do," she smiled. "It's a name I'll never forget as it's different."
"What is it?"
"His name is Chaz."