Naked Portraits Pt. 03

Resisting the urge to find a towel and cover up, I willed myself to jog right up to Matthew. The poor guy did his best not to stare at me in my translucent one-piece swimsuit. I pretended to find something of interest out on the water and made a show of freeing my wet hair from the band holding it in place, all the while stealing glances all around me to see who else might be looking. A few others were. A hot thrill flushed through me followed by a strong urge to knock Matthew flat on his back, crawl on top of him and kiss his mouth.

Yeah, that would be nice and subtle, I mused.

Others started returning from their swim so I put my lust aside, pulled a towel from my beach bag and wrapped it around my middle, and then spread a second towel on the sand in the sun near Matthew's shady patch.

"Get me a beer please?" I asked.

He nodded, got up awkwardly, ambled over to the cooler of drinks. He pulled a beer from the ice then walked it back with an odd gait.

Holy shit! I nearly blurted aloud. The guy sported a sizable wedge in his cargo shorts.

"Take off the shoes and shirt and get some sun," I said trying to sound casual, but unable to look away from his budging crotch.

"I'm as pale as a cave fish," he said, "and I'll burn like a dry leaf on a barbeque."

"That's what sun block is for. Sit I'll rub some on you."

I rummaged through my beach bag glad to have somewhere else to look other than his crotch.Matthew pulled off his shirt. I was happy to see had no gratuitous tattoos, well at least none on his upper body anyway; he could have swastikas on his ass for all I knew. He wasn't kidding about his pale skin though, the guy was a ghost. He seemed more concerned about the raging erection in his shorts and did his best to conceal it by sitting cross-legged with his hands in his lap.

The thought of his sizable erection filled my head and the dark lust returned a new. To add gasoline to both our fires, I shucked my towel, dropped to my knees in front of him and took my time finding the suntan lotion in my bag. After finding the lotion, I stood on my knees and shimmied around behind him. His eyes tracked my stiff nipples for as long as they could. Once behind him, I applied the lotion to his shoulders and permitted myself a deep gratifying grin at how well things were going.

I can seduce a twenty-year-old guy just fine, I thought with a smug smile.

My fingers massaged his shoulders near his neck marveling at how smooth his skin felt. Finishing with his shoulders, I did his arms and upper back. Still kneeling behind him, I slowly reached around to his upper chest just to see what the skin there felt like. I closed my eyes enjoying the smooth sensual warmth of him. It took all of my will power not to hug him from behind to feel the press of his back against my upper body.

Get a grip girl, I thought, and stop pawing him or he'll peg you as lolo and run for the hills. I slamming the door shut on my runaway libido and pulled my hands away from him.

"Put some on your face and legs and you'll be fine." Noting how pale his legs were, I added, "Don't skimp, use a lot."

He took the lotion from me and applied it to areas he could reach on his own. I walked around on my knees, knelt before him and watched him rub lotion into his legs. The urge to run my hands along the tops of his pale thighs was so strong that my fingers started to tingle. Not trusting my hands to stay put on their own, I crossed my arms in front of me and gripped my shoulders. My eyes fell on his crotch. Again ... wow.

I quickly turned to look out to sea. What must this guy be thinking? I thought. I'm as subtle as a double barrel shotgun blast I thought. My new found confidence in my seduction skills slipped down a notch.

"Surfing looks dangerous," Matthew said following my eyes out to sea. "Which one's your boyfriend Hawk?"

Here I was throwing myself at this guy and he suddenly brings up Hawk? Was he just making conversation or did he have some strict moral code he lived by? Maybe he was one of those born again Christians? The guy's name screamed biblical morality. That thought freaked me out. Great now the guy probably thinks I'm the whore of Babylon.

I rummaged through my bag just for something to do and found Hawk's small but powerful binoculars and handed them to Matthew.

"That's Hawk with the yellow and orange board and bright red shorts" I said pointing out at sea. Hawk had just caught a big wave.

Matthew put the binoculars to his eyes.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed.

Even without the benefit of the binoculars I saw that the wave Hawk rode turn into furious white foam and came crashing down. Hawk and his board vanish from sight.

"He's drowning!" Matthew shouted. He looked around the beach frantically. "Where are the life guards?"

"Hawaii beaches don't have life guards. He's fine," I said with a bewildered smile. "See look," I assured him pointing at Hawk swimming after his lost board. Apparently, Hawk had had enough and paddled in to shore. A couple of minutes later, he charged up the beach with his board under his arm.

"Brew!" he demanded dropping the board in the sand at my feet. I tossed him a can. He popped it and swallowed half of it.

"Matthew this is Hawk," I said in introduction.

"Dude," Hawk said reaching down to shake Matthew's hand dripping sea water all over the guy.

"How is it out there," Matthew asked.

"Gnarly."

"Pretty rough then?"

"Totally."

"I know it's hard to believe," I said to Matt, "but he can speak in multiple word sentences."

"Yep," Hawk said and finished the rest of his beer.

I stood up, handed Hawk a towel, kissed his cheek and squeezed his well toned right bicep. I don't know why, but just after he had been surfing I found him doubly irresistible and found near impossible to keep my hands off him. Today though, I settled for just the one squeeze.

Arming ourselves with fresh beers, we sat in the sand and listened to Hawk glorify his wipe out gratuitously inserting dude, gnarly and totally where ever possible, laying on the Southern California thick making Matthew laugh. I smiled because Hawk was turning on the charm making Matt feel comfortable and relaxed.

Others joined us and the beer and conversation flowed at an even keel. I kept an eye on Matthew to make sure he was having a good time but I needn't have worried for the guy was no social cripple. He even became stud of the moment when he participated in a game of Trivial Pursuit: The All Movie addition. The guy's depth and knowledge of movies boarded the uncanny.

The sun slipped below the ocean and the musical instruments and pakalolo came out at about the same time. A smoking joint came my way as someone strummed an Eagle's tune on a guitar. I politely refused a toke taking my designated driver status seriously. Hawk refused too, he didn't like the stuff claiming that it made him paranoid. Hawk was probably the only surfer dude on the whole planet that didn't smoke weed. But Matthew on the other hand partook gladly whenever the dubbie came his way. Latecomers arrived and among them was Paul Gleason escorted by the sculpture yard sirens Oleander Wong and Sally Higgins.

I approached Paul, gave him a sweet smile then punched him hard in the arm.

"What the fuck?" he protested rubbing his arm.

"Why did you tell Matthew about the printmaking girl?"

"The guy was depressed. I wanted to cheer him up."

"Well it's not gonna happen now he's depressed again."

"Yeah, the guy looks real depressed," Paul said.

We both looked over at Matthew played a second round of Trivial Pursuit, rocking back and laughing at something.

"It's the pot," I reasoned.

"I gotta get some of that. Since your friend's not interested in Matt, point her out so I can have a crack."

"Ain't gonna happen," I said. "Besides, you came with two of the hottest babes in sculpture."

Paul laughed. "That ain't gonna happen either. Those two know me too well. Maybe I'll throw Oleander at Matt and see if anything sticks."

"No!" I said too forcefully.

Paul's eyes narrowed to a squint. "You like him. I see the way you look at him," he said. "Hawk know about this?"

I sighed. "Paul, please back off, I'll explain someday, okay?"

He put his hands up indicating he would do whatever I asked of him. "All right, don't bite my fuckin' head off. Who's handing out the Maui Wowie?"

"Benton Asuncion from graphic arts."

"Benton, my man!" Paul called out sounding like the guy's best friend in the world. Benton waved and frowned for he had no idea who Paul was.

The Trivial Pursuit game finally broke up with Matthew as crowned champion. With a big goofy grin, he walked my way.

"Like the local pot?" I asked.

"Beats the Ohio ditch weed I'm used to," he said with a mellow grin.

"You are a master at movie trivia," I said.

"Rubbed off from my best friend back in Ohio."

"The one who swiped your girl?" I stupidly asked and immediately wish I hadn't for he winced as the negativity pierced his mellow cloud.

"No not that fuck Clifford," he said then frowned as he took a few seconds to gather his thoughts. Finding his way again, he continued, "Randal, my real best friend. The guy lived in a movie theater. Made me sit through a Betty Davis film festival once."

"Randal sounds gay," I said with a laugh.

"You think?" he said and laughed too.

"I have to be at the airport by ten tomorrow and you're the driver," a pleasantly drunk Hawk informed me from behind. He put his arms around me and kissed my neck.

Enjoying his drunken brazenness, I laughed.

"You can stay if you like," I told Matthew as Hawk necked me. "Anyone here can give you a ride back to campus." I honestly didn't want him to stay with the likes of Sally and Oleander from sculpture about.

"Naw I got my buzz on. I'm ready to go too." Matthew said.

Relieved at his wise decision, we gathered our stuff and headed to the parking lot. On the way out, I got a curious look from Paul Gleason.

Matthew sat in the back, Hawk rode shotgun. Within minutes, both guys were asleep and I drove the whole way back to campus in silence. In the parking lot of the dorm towers, I rousted the slumbering pair. I got out with Matt to walk him to the entrance of his dorm building and Hawk went to park the Bronco. There were four circular dorm towers in all; each looking like forlorn refuges from a fifties architectural magazine. Mat roomed in tower two across from Hawk's.

"Have a nice time?" I asked.

"Yes I did, "he said then added shyly, "Hawk's a lucky guy."

His odd compliment made me blush. Impulsively, I gave him a quick soft kiss on the mouth.

"So are you Matthew," I told him softly.

"Call me Matt," he said with a puzzled expression.

I smiled at him then walked toward Hawk's dorm building knowing that his eyes were on me as I retreated.

Chapter 20 In the Round

Hawk stood waiting for me at the entrance of his building. He hugged me.

"Next semester I'll be at faculty housing with a real size apartment and bed," he said.

"Too bad. I like your little room crammed with surfing stuff and the junk from your work. I'm gonna miss it."

He laughed. "The words little room is an understatement. More than half my stuff is in paid storage."

As we rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor he said, "I though you planned on jump the guy tonight?"

"No, I'm too tired for anything like that. Did you like him?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it does," I said a little hurt.

Hawk chortled. "I liked him, the dude's funny and sharp. He's got a thing for you that's for sure."

"You got a thing for me?" I asked as I backed into him.

"Yeah, I got a thing for you."

"You certainly do," I said exploring the stiff length in his surfer jams. Then a yawn nearly split my head in half. "But I'm too fucking tired to do anything about it."

"Know what you mean. I'm beat too and I have to get up early to fly to Maui."

The elevator dinged and the door slid open. It was after one and we stepped into a quiet empty hallway and followed the circular corridor to his room. The moment the door closed behind us, we dropped the beach stuff and fell into each others' arms engaging in a lazy slow kiss. As the kiss advanced I felt my energy returning, Hawk's hands drifted down my back and roamed over my slim ass.

At the end of the kiss I asked, "Feeling rejuvenated?"

"How the hell do you do this to me?" he demanded to know. "I seriously have to be up early tomorrow."

"Then get your hands off my ass."

He pulled his t-shirt over his head; I undid my beach skirt. He sighed as if he were being forced to do an unpleasant chore, and then kissed me again. I couldn't keep my hands off his solid bronze chest and he returned the favor by roughly explored my front through the material in my one piece.

"Did Matthew like the swim suit?" he asked abstractly as he kissed my neck and right shoulder.

"His friends call him Matt, and I think he did," I said as I trailed kisses across his left cheek enjoying the feel of rough stubble. My kisses continued over the contour of his jaw then down his neck progressing to his hairless, smooth chest were I spent the time licking and biting his stiff nipples. He gasped and responded by sneaking his nimble fingers under the edges of my swimsuit.

"Your ass is sandy," he said.

"Just came from the beach, how surprising." I said, enjoying the solid feel of him against me.

"You can take a shower here if you like," he whispered as he lowered himself to his knees and explored my nipples with his mouth through the material of my swimsuit. I shivered at the feel of his hot breath on my left nipple and shivered even more when he bit down.

"I'd have to go down to the girl's floor on eleven to shower," I said trying to hold on to the conversation. All the circular dorm towers were set up the same, the odd floors were for females and the even for males. He bit the other nipple and I shivered some more, this time adding a breathy gasp

"Get me a towel," I instructed as I pulled Hawk's head away from my chest.

"You really gonna take a shower now?" he asked incredulous.

I stepped away from him to show I was serious. With a shake of his head he went and got a fluffy, white bath towel from a stack of them in his closet. With his signature lustful leer he watched me peel my swimsuit off.

"I think you like watching me undress more than fucking me," I told him as I absently dusted away sand particles from my pubic hair.

"It's all good," he said with a smile and handed me his shower basket with a bottle of shower gel, shampoo, and a scrub cloth.

"I'll shower on this floor," I said with a barely contained grin.

"Whatever you like," he said so seriously distracted by my nakedness that he hadn't heard what I said.

I wrapped the towel around me and opened the dorm room door.

"Wait? Did you say you'll shower on this floor?" he asked as my comment finally got passed his erection to his brain.

Not answering, I stepped out the door into the quiet curved hallway. Bare foot, dressed in just surfer shorts, Hawk followed me out. The showers were at the opposite side of the big circular hall from Hawk's room. Flushed with excitement I removed the towel and tossed it at him.

"One more nude moment down. That leaves two left," I said with a casual voice invoking my lost bet from a month ago.

"Holy fuck," Hawk whispered looking at my exposed naked body with wide unbelieving eyes.

I laughed enjoying surprising him like this.

"Go get the camera before someone shows lolo haole," I scolded playfully.

He stepped back in his room and quickly returned with my towel over his shoulder and his digital camera in his hands. I posed in front of his neighbor's door to use as a marker. He flashed several pictures.

"Enough," I said.

He handed me my towel but I didn't take it.

"See you around the bend," I said with a smile then casually walking off to the left swinging the small basket of shower goods.

"I'm gonna put the camera away," he said to my retreating back. "See you at the bathroom entrance."

I heard him open his door, and then I heard running bare feet fading as he hurried off in the opposite direction to the shower entrance. A thrilling panic seized me with each dorm door I passed urging me to run, but I held myself in check and kept walking.

This is turning you on something fierce Japanee girl my lizard brain said.

And it's gonna get you expelled and Hawk fired my logical brain added.

My luck held out and no one stepped out of any of the room doors. All I had to do was get pass the stairwell door and I would be at the showers. Then to my dismay, the stairwell door pushed open and a girl and guy stepped out. The girl was Filipino, very pretty and petite, the guy Asian mix. They both froze gaping at my nakedness.

"Oh my God, you okay?" The girl asked in accented English.

I blushed and automatically bent at the waist, slashed my left arm over my B-cups and covered my pubic area with my right hand although it was kind of pointless for I was naked no denying it. Plus, I had to admit that getting caught was turning me on. "Playing truth or dare," I said finding a dumb but plausible excuse for my nudity. I straitened up, dropped my arm and removed my hand.The girl's eyebrows went up and she shook her head. The guy on the other hand stared unblinking.

"Excuse me," I said politely and walked pass the pair continuing on to the shower a few feet away. I could feel their eyes on me and a thrilling mixture of embarrassment and electric sexual passion flowed through me. Hawk wasn't at the entrance of the bathroom like he said he would be and I wondered if he had gone back to his room to hide. Coward.

"No look stupid," I heard the girl say. Following her words with a hard slap.

"Hey, no make!" the guy complained.

"Truth or dare huh? Fast thinking." Hawk remarked. He was hiding just inside of the door of the bathroom holding my towel over his arm like a waiter.

"Thought you'd chickened out," I said, and walked pass him to the shower stalls.

"I'll stand guard," he said and stood at the line of sinks occupying the same wall as the shower stalls. The three stalls were partitioned off but had no doors. I figured if someone came in I could easily hide behind a partition and not be seen. I picked the stall at the end. Barely a minutes into my shower a naked Hawk stepped in with me.

"Shouldn't you be watching the door?" I asked, but not at all upset that he had joined me.

"What if a guy had came in and saw me lingering at the shower stalls across from the urinals?"

"That would look pretty bad," I agreed.

"I would have to let them see you to prove I'm not some kind of peeping tom. Either way goodby tenure." As he spoke, he lathered me down with shower gel. In the middle of a wet, soapy kiss, we heard a urinal flush and we both jumped out of our skins.

"Oh shit," Hawk whispered and shoved me in the corner between wall and partition. He peeped around the edge to get a look at the intruder. A few seconds later Hawk said, "Never saw him. Dude didn't wash his hands."

"How unsanitary,' I said.

Awash with hot sexual from our near discovery, I unsubtly lapped at the hot water running down Hawk's chest with my tongue and lips. A minute later, the sound of a flushing urinal spoke of a second intruder. Hawk gave me a disapproving look as I peeped around the partition to watch a hulking Hawaiian guy soap and rinse his hands at the sinks. The big guy left without a glance at the shower stalls.

"We're pushing our luck. We better get out," Hawk said.

"But not before this," I said as I turned my butt to him. It was clear what I wanted him to do.

"No way, we'll get caught for sure," he protested.