Chapter 5

After I dressed, if that’s what you call putting on a few triangles of material. I stepped outside to see many of the folks there still looking at me. Brad had my shorts and top and we headed toward the beach. When we got to the public lockers, he put them, along with his shirt in and we headed off for another surf lesson. This time, I was being stared at by everyone on the beach from young boys to old men and quiet a few women. I really loved the attention and worked hard to make sure my butt bounced the way it was suppose to. I wasn’t really sure I wanted another surf lesson today but it was still hours before the free concert and I was afraid what would happen if I didn’t do something to take my mind of being fucked again.

The lesson was much like all the others except that there seemed to be an awful lot of spectators. I guess I had become such a great surfer that people wanted to watch my skills! Another possible explanation was that I was about a close to being nude as one could be without being nude. Actually, I bet it really is my surfing skills!

After the lesson, we walked across the street from the beach to an outside restaurant. I was beginning to feel more comfortable about my body being on display and enjoyed the attention from all.

Brad and I had never talked about anything sexual, though his hands had brushed my ass and tits during some lessons. I figured that was a perk of his job of teaching girls to surf.

“So Sara, you really were a virgin this morning.”

“Yes. But I have been sucking my boyfriend off some.”

“And he never tried to fuck you?”

“Of course he tried, but I refused. I didn’t want the reputation that my good friend Becky has.”

“And what is that?”

“She is the school slut and has been fucking any guy that wants her since she was 12.”

Brad stared at me for a long time. “You are jealous of her aren’t you? You want to be just like her.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because we both know it’s true.”

“No, I don’t want that”

“Say it.”

“No...”

“Well, I am going to help that along.”

“How? What are you going to do?”

“Just think of all the pictures and videos that were taken of you. I told them all your full name and that you lived in Houston. Think that won’t get back to your friends? Then there are all the ones I have of you.”

I almost crammed my fingers into my pussy when he said that, but continued to pretend that he wasn’t right. We walked over to a food truck and he bought us some tacos. The young girl in the truck almost fell out when she saw how little I was wearing and she could tell that I was probably a few years younger than her. After we ate, it was finally time to go to the free concert and see these thug rappers. I had no idea how large of a crowd would be there, but there were thousands of boys and girls and the stars hadn’t started. It was just a DJ.