Page 42 of The Teacher

I’ve rocked up in a suit. I had to input the coordinates she wrote for me on that detention slip into my phone, and when it came up with the beach’s location, I knew something was up. She did say that she wanted the next date to be something real.

I just didn’t know what she truly meant by that, but I get it now.

The beach is definitely something real.

I did pack a pair of swimmers just in case. Seeing Sandy in that wetsuit means I’ll probably actually have to get them on.

She fits the wetsuit really damn well. It emphasizes her body. Her perky tits. Her round ass. I feel myself get hard at the sight of her leaning against her car. She looks so Australian like that. Blonde hair. Tanned skin. My dream girl.

“The beach?” I shout at her over the sound of the roaring waves when I get out of the car.

Sandy bites her lip in excitement. God, that turns me on. “You ready for something real, Skipper?”

“What is this, a swimming competition in the open water?”

“Oh, no. Not that,” she says as she pulls herself off the car and opens up the back door. She pulls out something long and white. A surfboard. “This is surfing.”

“Surfing?”

She carries the surfboard over to me and thrusts it into my hands. I look down at it in shock. “Yeah, Skipper. Take it.”

“I didn’t know you surfed.”

“When you have such a famous pro surfer like Cove Finn as your brother, then you have to learn how to move on a board pretty quickly,” she replies, running her fingers seductively over the surfboard.

“When you said something real, I was imagining something more to do with champagne and roses and a hotel suite, not the beach. Not this.”

“I’m glad to have tricked you.”

“You sly devil. We can always go back to mine and have that champagne and roses.”

“Nope.”

“Seriously?”

“You ready for some surfing, tough boy, or are you just too scared?”

“Of course, I’m not scared,” I reply. “I just haven’t surfed in, like, years. Since I was a teenager.”

“How about you try it out again? Don’t worry, I’m here to hold your hand.” She mockingly grabs my hand with hers and I shove it away.

“Get off.”

“Aw, don’t be so nervous. It’s only surfing.”

“Right,” I say, resting the board against my car. “And what if I don’t have a wetsuit?”

Sandy bites her lip again. I’m so, so turned on by that. I have to hold myself back from reaching down and kissing her right here and now. “That’ll be no problem,” she replies. “I stole one of my brother’s. He has plenty to spare. I’m sure it’ll be the right size for you, you’re both tall and muscular.”

“Right.”

“And,” she flicks her sunglasses down her nose, revealing her bright blue eyes. She winks at me. “I’ve sized you up. I think I know your dimensions.”

“Great.”

She disappears inside the car for a moment. I lean forward to get a good glimpse of her ass perked in the air as she scrambles inside her car for her brother’s spare wetsuit. It’s perfectly round. Juicy. I would love to give her a firm spanking. Punish her for her mocking tone towards me this afternoon. She pulls out a wetsuit and throws it at me.

“Put it on.”