Rena
Taylor has had a crush on Johnny Caesar since grade school. Three
years older, he seemed to grown up and mature. Her best friend's
brother, she grew up with him and has recently found out that he
loves her too. Now that she's almost 18, Johnny decides she's old
enough to date and has asked her to go to the beach with him. The
lifeguard, Randy, is a boy that Rena knows from school. He's good
looking and thinks highly of himself. He comes over to talk to them
before going back to his post.
The
lifeguard walked back to his chair, sat down, and started scanning
the ocean. About thirty minutes later, the women started to show up
and flock around his tower. It was rather disgusting to watch them
throw themselves at him. Knowing Randy, he would enjoy the attention,
then choose one lucky lady to go home with him. I must have made some
noise expressing my disapproval, because Johnny looked over at me.
"What's
up?"
I
didn't say anything, just gestured vaguely toward Randy and his
harem. Johnny chuckled, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Think
I could coax them to look at me instead?"
"You
can't be serious."
"You
don't think I'm good looking enough to do it?" Jonny voiced it
like a challenge, but I think I hurt his feelings.
"I
think you're gorgeous, but he's a lifeguard after all."
"True.
That does add points in his favor. I bet you lunch I can get them to
look."
"Johnny,
he has six girls over there. This I have to see."
"Watch
the master." He winked at me as he rose from his chair.
Johnny
moves like a big cat, sinuously smooth. He's got the body of a god
and the good looks of a movie star. That isn't just my biased
opinion, that's the truth. He grabbed his skim board and ran down the
beach, turning to wave and smile as he approached the water.
He
rode the skim board along the edge of the water, flipping and
spinning; the board an extension of his legs. I was fascinated by his
performance. I'd no idea he rode that well. Without being obvious, I
glanced at the girls. A couple of them were looking, but not paying
full attention. He rode awhile longer, then purposely flipped off the
board, landing feet first in the water, facing them. His hair was
plastered to his head, blond tendrils cascading down his back and
shoulders, weaving patterns across his face. Ignoring them
completely, he dove into the water, swam out a few yards, did a flip,
and swam back toward the shore. Three of the girls were watching now,
giving nearly their full attention.
Johnny
stood thigh deep in the water, his shorts riding low on his hips,
clinging to his body like a thin, yellow glove. His abs rippled
invitingly as he swung his hair out of his eyes, leaving a shimmering
trail of water. Stretching like a cat, he leaned back, running his
fingers down his abs, shoving the shorts lower, revealing a tuft of
golden blond hair. The dragon's head was visible, the body drifting
below the level of those low riding shorts.
By
that time, all the girls were looking at him. Randy stared, his jaw
dropped nearly to his chest. I watched the show, drooling into the
sand. Johnny loped up the beach, bent over to take the cord from the
skim board off his ankle. He gave the girls a great view of his ass.
Laughing softly, he leaned over to kiss me.
"So,
how many are still looking?" His blue eyes twinkled as he
flopped down on his chair.
"All
of them," I replied tersely. "You win." I smiled,
suppressing a giggle. "That was the best show ever! How did you
think of that?"
He
shrugged and I watched his tattoos do a dance. "I read it in a
book once. I wanted to see if it would work."
"It
worked," I blushed as I admitted. "It got my interest."
"Good,"
he kissed me again, giving me an wicked grin. "That was part of
the point."
"Johnny,
you're positively evil!"
"Yes,
I am. And you owe me lunch."
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2016 Dellani Oakes
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