Chapter 12: Wicked Plans

We were swimming that afternoon. The shore was rowdy with the boys. We do water sports. Jet ski, snorkeling and surfing. Gio taught me to surf so I was sad to teach his friends.

If there’s one sport I can do well, it’s surfing. It's one of my hobbies everytime I go to the beach. It's just nice to feel like you can keep up with the waves. It feels like I can tame the waves.

"So that's it!" I laughed and encouraged Gio and in less than five seconds he was wiped out again.

"You really have no hope in surfing, dude!" Bernard's cock.

"You're so cocky, Bernard. You didn't even last three seconds!" recovered by Gio.

"Well, and at least I accept I'm not up for surfing!"

We all laughed. Gio approached me. He brushed his hair upward. Drops of water were trickling down to his body.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Whatever you teach, it's really hard," Gio laughed.

"Sus! Just beat Leira, eh!" his friend's cock.

We laughed and rested first on the beach while drinking beer. Nikki and Bernard tried Jet Ski again