Page 32 of Confessions of a Virgin on a Dating App
“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes, flinging my balled-up sundress onto an empty chair. I was now dressed in nothing but my frilly bikini, exposing my stick-thin frame and leaving little to Tristan’s imagination.
I had reservations about my body, mainly my shrimpy figure and lack of curves. But that didn’t stop Tristan from gazing curiously at me. It was subtle, especially with his eyes hidden behind his dark sunglasses, but I could see them flick up and down from my breasts to my way-too-pale legs.
He pretended not to stare, so I pretended not to notice. But our attraction was as obvious as a see-through curtain.
Heat prickled up the back of my neck as anxiety churned in my stomach. All the coyness was reminding me of the inevitable. I needed something to take my mind off our upcoming night together.
And nothing calmed me quite like being inthe ocean.
I plodded off as Tristan rifled through his beach bag, not bothering to wait for him. The water lapped at my feet, seeping between my toes and cooling my sand-scorched soles. Whether it was the beach or a bathtub, water had always been a comfort. It was as if the cool, clear liquid could wash my anxiety away, purifying every toxic thought in my worried head.
The rising water felt heavy on my thighs as I waded through it, eventually submerging my entire body at the three-foot mark. Daytona’s waters were shallow, and I had to venture a long way out just to get to that depth. I was now far enough away from the shoreline for the tourist squabble to dissipate, and now all I could see and hear were churning waves.
As usual, it felt like I’d reached the end of the world. It was just me and the endless ocean.
I drifted for a while, letting the bobbing waves lift me and set me back down in long, sloping motions. The current was mild today, and I felt weightless beneath the thick turquoise sea. My breaths were long and slow, save for some accidental gulps of briny water that burned my insides. And even as the salt stung my eyes and the waves whipped my hair into a ratty mess, I’d never felt more at home.
“Hey Avery!”
A faint shout carried through the salty air. I turned around and saw Tristan a few dozen feet away, his jogging pace creating a ruckus of splashes.
I grinned and waved as a sudden current sent me rolling forward. We collided with each other, my lips banging against his shoulder, and my stomach fluttered as he gathered me into his arms.
I laughed. Tristan laughed, and our joy filled the air in a cacophony of sweet bliss. Tristan raised his hand, placing it on my cheek, and pulled my wet, salty self in for a kiss. It wasdeep and passionate, one that nearly sent me tumbling back into the water, and I let myself get lost in it. Tristan’s wet hands slid up my back, and I wrapped my arms around his hips as we drifted, alone and at peace, in our hazy embrace.
Maybe everything would be alright. Maybe he would understand. Maybe this wasn’t the end I’d been dreading, and our night together wouldn’t be one of frustration and pain.
Maybe this was just the beginning.
And as Tristan broke our kiss, his sun-soaked eyes shining with affection, I begged with every strand of my soul that it would be.
Chapter 10
We spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach, soaking up the sun and basking in the warmth of our budding relationship. In between dips in the ocean, we lounged in our beach chairs under the sparse shade of the umbrella. I took the opportunity to unwind from my normally busy schedule and take a nap. Tristan had a paperback book in one hand while the other one rested on my thigh. His touch sent warm pulses through my body as I dozed off.
Every hour or so, our heat-drenched bodies would beg for a dip in the cool ocean. Out in the open water, surrounded by waves with the beach activity just a faint blur behind us, we pushed the boundaries of our relationship even further. More salty kisses, more of our wet half-clothed bodies pressed against each other. Tristan’s affection evolved into desire, and I had to hold back a moan as he slid the tip of his thumb underneath my bikini bottoms.
Once evening arrived and the salty air grew dimmer, we packed up and headed inside for the night. My mindraced and my stomach swirled as hot anticipation made my body flush.
I would not be afraid.
Fear would only make sex more painful.
Fear was the enemy.
We barely managed to haul the chairs and towels inside before Tristan had me pinned against the wall. This time, I didn’t stifle the sounds that escaped me as his kisses cascaded down my body. Our teasing the entire afternoon paled in comparison to this; it was like a pressure valve had been released. I was still dripping saltwater as his hands trailed up to my breasts, and a bulge was already visible through his bathing suit.
Heat prickled up my temples and around the back of my ears until they rang like gongs. My nerves crackled with electricity, and my pulse whirred through my head and into my pelvis like a hurricane.
I was so lost in a sea of passionate kisses and roaming hands that by the time we made it to the bed, I hadn’t realized Tristan had undone my bathing suit. The frilly fabric slid off the bed in a sea of loose straps, leaving my sandy breasts exposed.
I’d put on some weight since college and was now a respectable B-cup, but I still felt insecure as Tristan cupped them in his hands.
“They’re lovely,” he breathed as he covered them in more kisses.
We were fully unclothed in less than a minute, our bathing suits a wet, forgotten heap of fabric on the floor. We were both a mess, our skin still sandy and sticky with saltwater and our hair tangled and unkempt from the ocean wind. But somehow, it made the feeling of his body against mine even more pleasurable. Even more arousing.
I loved how he was so forceful yet so gentle at the same time. He had an overwhelming desire for me, but he still knew I was a virgin and to take it slow. He started with a single finger pressed against the top of my vulva, rubbing in steady circles until my whole body was on fire.
