Charlie…5

Chapter 5

My alarm on my computer wakes me up. I roll over as the screen flickers to life and I see the surf report. Sex, gender stuff be damned I actually smile and jump out of bed and grab what I need, my padded self, ace bandage and then jumped into my wet suit and jogged out grabbing my board and went down to the beach.

I’m not the only one there. It’s nice out but there’s a good wind coming right up the coast mixing in with air streams from the pacific and there’s eight foot swells out right now and everything just goes away as I hit the water at a bit of a run and start paddling out, I love the whole thing.

The smell of the salt water.

The feel of my board, my hands slicing through the water. The duck-dive….all that weight of the wave I’m cutting through, the pressure the movement…I feel it slough off the stress and bullshit. I’m just me out here.

I’m by myself even if there’s a lot of other surfers out here with me. It’s one of those Zen things. If you’ve even surfed, hell if you’ve just let the swells of the ocean lift you up and down you can get this. I mean I’m not a church person but to be sitting on my board waiting for the wave…I can feel the world breathing, it’s like you can feel God breathing…there’s just something so powerful and magical about it.

I surf, I catch about nine swells before the sun’s getting to that point where I should get back and get ready for school. I catch one last wave in just easy riding soul surfing as they call it, that easy glide with the wave.

That’s when I see her, tall and long legged that surfer classic California girl. Five foot eight or so long golden blonde hair that’s wet and these long legs and curvy hips and these really great breasts.

Yes, I’m a guy and I look at her that way.

Actually I don’t think I could’ve helped it even if I wanted to. She was one of those girls…you know the ones. Just really that beautiful that you just can’t help but to look. Just can’t help but to go “Oh…”

And she surfs, and she’s pretty good too.

I have such a hard on right now.

Yeah, That’s kind of what I call it. I hate calling it the other stuff, I hate the squishy feeling…but I’m already wet, I’m still at that point where she’s still spellbinding enough to distract me from my shit.

I didn’t even know I was following her until I got to the taps and she started rinsing off…Oh…

She looks over and smiles at me. “Hey…” Oh a voice soft and sexy. “Great waves huh.”

“Y..yeah…I’m still new to the beach I just moved here.”

“Figured, seen you out here the other day. Nice moves, so where you from?”

“A lot of places, my Dad’s one of those guys that works for the city doing engineering stuff and trouble shooting. But I’m from New Jersey originally.”

“New Jersey, like the Jersey shore?”

“Oh hell’s no, I’m so not anything like any of them. Most people from Jersey aren’t like that or the Sopranos either. Or the karate kid.”

“Karate kid? Wasn’t that with Will Smith’s kid?”

“Yeah but that was a re-make, the real one was a long time ago. Y’know wax on, wax off?”

She looked at me and burst out giggling. “You talk about waxing off with every girl you meet.”

I can’t help but to blush, I friggin walked right into that one.

“I…Uhm…No…”

“Tell you what…?” She prompts me.

“Oh, Charlie, Charlie Daniels.”

“I’m Sable, Sable St. James.”

“Well I…It’s really nice to meet you Sable.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Charlie, but like I was saying….” She draws that out to make sure I get it. I blush again thump my head into my board. “Sorry.”

She bubbles out a small laugh, her hand goes to her mouth. “You’re kind cute, you buy me a hot chocolate and you’re forgiven.”

“Okay…”

I got her to laugh and she’s got such a nice smile. I beat my head against my surfboard a bit more. “Sable?”

“Yeah Charlie?” She’s slipping into yoga pants and a pink t-shirt. Oh…breathe Charlie breathe…

“I’m not like other guys.”

“Well, that’s good I kind like guy’s that are a little different.”

“Well right now…I’m only a guy in here.” I tap my head.

“You’re Transgendered? FTM?”

“Yeah…” I kind of look at her through my hair, my head still pressed to my board.

“Like I said I like a guy that’s different.” She steps over and kisses me lightly on the cheek and puts a hand on my chest. “You a guy here too?”

I nod mouth dry.

“Then you’re really a guy Charlie, C’mon.”

Sable pulls on my hand and I grab my board and we stop at this food truck nearby that makes money off the surf crowd. I keep a few bucks in a zip pocket and a plastic baggy in my sleeve and get us both a hot chocolate and a waffle taco (Ham and Serrano peppers and eggs with onions and cheese wrapped in a fresh waffle.) and we eat and drink I can’t help but smile a bit and she’s smiling too.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah…mmph.” I try to negotiate around the mouthful of food.

“I’m not exactly a normal girl either.”

“You’re a Trans girl?”

“No, but I know some.”

“You’re a Martian?”

“No…stop it! I’m trying to be serious.” But I made her smile again and she’s smacking me, not like a girlfriend but In that way that a girl hit’s a guy.

“You’re a Republican?”

“Ughh! Eeew, No!” She does that cute girly freaked and grossed out bit…dance. “Charlie…!”

“What? C’mon Sable what’s the big deal, You’re a real girl, you’re not from another planet, you’re not from outer space so what are you gay?”

“I’m Bi but that’s not it.”

“Well?”

“I’m a porn star.”

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