A Sweet Hawaiian Wahine

Author's Note: I love Hawaiian women for their subtle beauty, casual ways, and nonchalant sensuality. This is my story of how a white-skinned, blue-eyed, and blond-haired farm boy from Nebraska discovered his fabled paradise in the arms of a beautiful Hawaiian woman.

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It wasn't often that I was able to break away from my studies, exercise routine, team practice, and ho-hum college life, but today I did. It was a cloudless sunny day and on the spur of the moment, I grabbed my beach towel and sunblock and caught the bus from my university dorm to the popular Waikiki beach. Surveying the pretty empty beach in the early morning, I laid my beach towel somewhat near a pile of a towel and clothing, figuring I could at least strike up a conversation if the owner of such articles proved interesting.

Scanning those few who were frolicking in the chilly morning water, I played a mental game of trying to figure out who might belong to the clothing pile next to me. When the few swimmers came out of the water but went to different clothing piles, I then shifted my focus to a couple of surfers who were offshore. One, in particular, caught my attention.

Even at a distance, I could tell she was a young woman who was super-friendly with her fellow male surfers with whom she joked and laughed. Easily catching and riding the modest waves with her shortboard, she displayed a relaxed and graceful style. When she decided to make her way to shore, my interest in her increased as I saw she was part-Hawaiian and more beautiful than I had first imagined.

Her wet nicely-filled string-bikini top jiggled enticingly with her every step as did her jutting eye-catching nipple bumps. Her boardshorts hung provocatively low off her swaying hips and somehow gave her a sense of incredible sensuality. As she rinsed off her board and then herself, I let out a deep sigh of appreciation and silent longing.

Then in a wish-come-true moment, my caramel-toned surfer sauntered toward me. Setting her board down next to the adjacent clothing pile, she toweled herself dry and laid out her beach towel. Suddenly she looked at me as she caught my gaze and uttered. "Aah, are you in the habit of staring at women like you're doing to me."

"I...beg your pardon," quickly tumble off of my addled lips. "No...I don't normally go about ogling...young women whom I haven't met. It's just that you're...so breathtakingly beautiful that I couldn't help but stare. I am truly sorry if I offended you."

A long pregnant moment passed before an engaging smile graced the attractive face of my Hawaiian lovely. "Well, thanks. It's not every day that a girl is given such a compliment. And for the record, you ain't too bad looking yourself. Hi, I'm Mary...Mary Kama...and you are?"

"John...John Jones...or 'JJ' as my friends call me."

"Well, for your information, my friends call me 'Sweetie' because I'm so damn sweet...ha-ha." Then after another pause, Sweetie said, "I hope I'm not being too forward, JJ, but I've got to say that you're rather muscular for your...six-foot height... what...six-two...and with some mighty fine definition. Are you into some kind of sport?"

"Ah, can you believe that I play football for the University? Yep, I've been on a full athletic scholarship...free tuition, fees, room, and board for four years...this is my last season. As a result, I have to work out constantly to stay in condition and watch what I eat and drink while playing."

"Football? I always thought football guys were big and brawny. While you're not exactly short, you're by no means beefy. What position do you play?"

"Sweetie...may I call you that...you must not follow college football not to know my name and what position I play. I am the team's kicker...you know like kicking off and especially kicking field goals."

"Oh, now I know why your name sounds familiar. You're the guy who kicked the game-winning field goal in last weekend's game. My dad who was watching the game on the television was yelling and screaming when he saw your kick go between the goalposts."

"Yep, that's me...but I bet he swears up a storm when I miss, huh? So, Sweetie, what do you do?"

"Well, when I graduated from high school three years ago, I attended Kapiolani Community College and graduated from its two-year Respiratory Therapist (RT) program. I work for Straub Medical Center. It pays well, but the best part is that I work three twelve-hour day-shifts and have the remaining days off unless I want to put in some overtime to make extra money. Other than that, I surf like today or hang out with my girlfriends."

"Girlfriends? Not a boyfriend? Would it be so bold of me to ask if a good-looking young woman like you is unattached? Aahhh, you're not gay or bisexual, are you?"

"Boy, you're sure a nosey bastard considering we just met. But I have no qualms answering your question. No, I'm not seeing anyone special...and, no, I am not a lesbian or a bisexual...hmmph! And since you've been so pushy when it comes to my private life and sexual preferences, I assume that you are a healthy heterosexual and currently not in a committed relationship. Am I correct?"

Holding up my right hand, I solemnly swore to Sweetie, "I am straight as an arrow...in more ways than one...am in no relationship with any special woman at this time!"

"Good," purred Sweetie, "now that we've got the essentials out of the way, tell me about yourself, JJ."

"Okay, but only if you do the same. Hmmm, for starters, I grew up and played high school football in Nebraska. Yep, talk about the middle of the fricking continental USA...a cornhusker...and was heavily recruited as a top-tier collegiate kicker. However, I wanted another life experience that was different from my vanilla-white farming upbringing. So, when an offer of a full football scholarship to play for Hawaii was made, I jumped at the chance.

"Hawaii has offered me something that I have never had...a new world full of different skin tones, cultures, and radically different ways of life. People here are proud of their heritages... their roots...whereas, where I came from, people forgot or couldn't care less about their backgrounds. When my father died, I went back home for the funeral and then realized that I no longer fit in. The idea of returning to Nebraska after college never crossed my mind. No, Hawaii is the place that I now call home... and at the ripe age of twenty-one is where my future lies. Your turn, Sweetie..."

"Ha, so you intend on going 'local'...to become a 'kama'aina' (Hawaiian for a person who lives in or intends to be part of the State and fully accepts its diverse cultures)... hmmm. Okay, since you mentioned ethnicity, I'm chop-suey (mixed) in my ethnicity... Hawaiian, of course...with a good dose of Chinese...and some European stock...primarily German. I'm born and raised in Hawaii...in fact, I live with my family just off Kapahulu Avenue (the main thoroughfare into or out of Waikiki).

"I'm twenty, single, straight, loving life, and especially surfing. Nothing beats just throwing my board on the top of my car and heading to the beach and waves. What more could a girl ask for...well...except maybe a good man at her side? What are you looking for in your life, JJ?"

"Well, I'll be graduating at the end of next semester and am hoping for a good future...and for that someone special who is out there. My grades are pretty good...surprising for a football player, huh...and I applied to the University's Shidler College of Business. If I get in, I plan to focus on finance and banking...yeah, me a banker, ha. If I don't get in...well...I that I could always get a fifth-year educational degree and become a physical education teacher...middle school would be nice...but high school would be great."

"Well, excuse me! I can see you as a PE teacher...but you a banker? Well... Mister Big Money...talk about blowing my socks off (if I was wearing any). You're definitely interesting..."

By this time, I was simply mesmerized by Sweetie and especially her luscious light brown toned body and enchanting personality. She was so casual in displaying the delights of her sensuous body that I knew that she wasn't doing it intentionally and perhaps that was what made my cosmopolitan beauty even more captivating. This was compounded by Sweetie's intriguing personality that was frank and engaging, her sparkling warm brown eyes, and her inviting smile. I knew I had to make a move or I'd be regretting it for the rest of my life.

"Sweetie, I know it's late morning but if you've finished surfing, would you mind giving this haole (Hawaiian for Caucasian) boy a ride back to his dorm? If you do, I'll buy you a plate lunch at Rainbow Drive-In (a popular eatery on Kapahulu Avenue) which is along the way. I didn't eat breakfast and a 'loco moco' (a hamburger patty on two scoops of white rice, smothered in brown gravy and sauteed onions, and topped with a sunny-side-up egg) would hit the spot. Are you game?"

"Oooh, haole-boy, are you trying to seduce this Hawaiian girl...by tempting her with food? Shoots...you're on. But my brunch favorite from Rainbow's is their Portuguese Sausage and Eggs plate. If you're buying, I'm your girl...and perhaps maybe more."

Somehow, our meal date at Rainbow Drive-In morphed into something more as we sat in the corner, talking up a storm and laughing as we shared experiences. Sweetie then insisted on taking me home (which was just a block or two away) and introducing me to her family.

"JJ, I know that this may seem unexpected, but I'd really appreciate it if you met my family. There is no commitment of any kind on your part to me. It's just that when my family...and especially my dad...discovers that I met you and didn't give them a chance to meet a real-life starting university football player, I'd be on the shit-list with them for a long time. Please?"

Sweetie's modest two-story house contained her family consisting of her parents, Sam and Alice, and her younger twin brothers, Marky and Manny. Her father was of course surprised when I showed up and upon discovering that I didn't' have any football practice and had completed my studies, made me sit down and drink a beer with him. With his sons listening, he pumped me for the inside scoop on the football team, the stories of the key players, and insights as to upcoming games.

I couldn't help but feel that her mother, on the other hand, while friendly, was checking me out in a quiet manner. I then heard her ask her daughter to help her in the kitchen and saw them engaged in a hushed conversation. After critically assessing me and speaking softly with her daughter, Sweetie's mom invited me to stay for an early dinner, saying that it was just a simple spaghetti with meat sauce dinner and garlic bread.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kama, I would be happy to join you folks for dinner. Don't worry...I love spaghetti and it would be a change from dorm cafeteria food." And so, I stayed and enjoyed the Kamas' welcoming hospitality told me much about Sweetie. Slowly fitting in, I was gradually absorbed into Sweetie's family such that Mrs. Kama with her husband nodding, told me that I was always welcome to stop by with or without their daughter.

When we pulled into one of my dorm's visitor parking stalls, Sweetie said, "Unlock and give me your cellphone, JJ." Taking my phone from me, she did some quick keystroking before saying, "There...I've downloaded your contact information onto my phone and inputted mine on yours. Now you have no excuse for not calling me and setting up our next date...say this coming Saturday when I'm not working...and from what I overheard you tell my dad, your team will be on a bye." And with that Sweetie pulled my face to hers and kissed me tenderly...making sure that I wanted to know her more...in more than one way.

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Late Saturday afternoon, Sweetie picked me up from my dorm and we headed to the Ward Entertainment Complex to catch a late afternoon movie. Since I had sprung for the tickets, my date bought a large popcorn and soda for us to share. We easily found our comfortable seats in the almost empty theater, and when the movie started, I placed my arm around her shoulder as Sweetie munched on our shared popcorn while intimately feeding me in the process.

Flipping up the armrest between us, Sweetie surprised me by sliding closer and molding her luscious body against mine. However, by doing so, my arm which had been precariously perched on her shoulder dropped to hover dangerously above one of her boobs that was clad in her thin sleeveless midriff top. The temptation was too great as her enticing boob was a magnet to my rushing hand and roaming fingers.

"Aah, JJ," murmured Sweetie, as she thwarted my clumsy attempt. "While I am definitely no virgin...and not ashamed about liking sex...and I want to say up front that I am not...repeat, not...that kind of girl who lets her date feel up her boobs for the price of a movie ticket. I like being up-close and personal with you, but what you want to do is a bit too fast for our first date, don't you think?"

When I embarrassingly stammered a hasty apology and began to remove my offending hand, Sweetie grasped my wrist and turning to me, kissed me lightly on the lips. "I didn't say for you to remove your hand. I just don't want you to go any further...or I might not be able to control myself. Relax. Enjoy me snuggling up to you in the dark. Let's eat our popcorn and drink our soda...and after the movie is over, we'll see what happens." And with that, Sweetie kissed me, scrambling my brains, and leaving me with longing for more yet to come.

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After the movie (which I don't remember watching), Sweetie and I ended up at our favorite eatery, Rainbow Drive-In. She chowed down a pork cutlet with gravy plate (God, how I loved a woman with a healthy appetite) as I devoured. a mixed plate (Korean kalbi, barbecue boneless chicken, and breaded mahi-mahi).

"So, Sweetie, what shall we do after we finish eating," I mumbled as I chewed on my delicious food. "Do you want to go to your home and family? They are neat people...and I wouldn't mind kicking back with them tonight."

"JJ, this may sound strange, but no...right now I don't want to share you. My dad would monopolize you...my brothers would pester you to no end...and my mom would begin to wonder about us even more. No, this is selfish, but I want you all to myself tonight...I mean, after all, this is our first official date. I would like the opportunity us to get to know each other better...and especially in terms of what we're looking for and what the future may hold for us."

"Fine by me. But you're driving...so where to next?"

"Well...I don't rightly know. My previous 'boyfriends'...and there were only three...had their seduction sites all picked out well before they made their move. The first guy had been dating me through our senior year and was my senior prom date. He took my virginity in the backseat of his old man's car that was parked at the community park just up the street from my folks' home. He dumped me soon after we graduated from high school.

"The next guy was a sweet-talking visiting surfer dude from the mainland who came down for the summer. I often met him while doing the waves off Waikiki beach, and after messing around with me for a while, he took advantage of me while inviting me to watch the stars at Sandy Beach. The only thing that I remember from that fling was that having sex on the sand can get...messy...with sand somehow getting in rather inconvenient body parts if you know what I mean.

"My last guy was one of my community college program instructors who said he wanted to give me extracurricular tutoring. Yeah, right! Instead of helping me with my RT lessons, he showed me another way of earning extra credit in the storage room of his laboratory classroom. All of those bastards took their time setting me up, but dumped me after they had notched their puny little dick after screwing me."

Taken aback at Sweetie's honest disclosure, I quickly said, "Hey, my pretty Hawaiian girl, we don't have to do anything tonight. Heck, if you want to, let's park in Waikiki and just hold hands and talk as we leisurely stroll up and down Kalakaua Avenue while we talk and learn more about each other."

"You know JJ, you're the first guy who has wanted to get to know me instead of trying to set me up to jump my bones and screw the hell out of me."

"Hey, if it is any consolation, you're the first woman who has completely captivated my thoughts and emotions. I want to go slow...because I don't want to mess up with you. When it comes to you, I intend to be in for the long run, Sweetie. But don't get me wrong...I want you in the worse way...however, I am willing to wait until you willingly and completely give yourself to me. Understand?"

Sweetie's lips found mine and spoke of her and my desires. Then breaking her lip-lock, she whispered softly, "JJ, do you room with someone else?" When I said that I didn't, she then asked hopefully, "Are you allowed to have 'guests' in your dorm room? You are?"

Taking the obvious hint, I quickly replied, "If you want to, why don't we go to my dorm room? But you'll have to excuse my messiness...it's a 'guy thing,' if you know what I mean."

"Hmmm, I wouldn't mind just so we can continue to talk and get to know each other better. However, that's all I want to do. I mean that this is our first date after all and you promised to go slow. Hmmph!"

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"Oh, my fucking Lord," sighed Sweetie as she clutched my sweaty nakedness to her drench nudity. "What the hell just happened? Well, so much for 'just talking,' 'going slow,' and 'showing you that I am not 'easy.' We were supposed to get to know each other better...however, that didn't mean getting physically intimate...like in hot and heavy, stripping buck fucking naked, and having wild and uninhibited sex.

"Damn! This is only our first date...but here I am with your throbbing cock...ooh, just how big is your monster...about seven and a half inches...shit...buried all the way into my hot wet snatch... pumping out the last drop of your baby-batter into my womb...with my arms and legs wrapped around your sweaty body.

"Hey, JJ, despite what just happened, I want you to know that it wasn't supposed to have happened. I have never had sex with a guy on our very first date. You've got to believe me that I am not that 'kind of girl.' It's just that I've never met someone like you before...and events seem to have a mind of their own."

"I know what your mean, Sweetie. This has never happened to me before too...so smooth...so natural. What we did seemed at the time the right thing to do. You do know that it was all your fault? Yes, it was! I thought we were doing all right...getting to know more about each other...you know talking, snuggling, and some kissing. However, then you decided to remove your bra to get more comfortable...and things suddenly got out of hand...

"I still don't know how you managed to remove that damn flimsy bra without taking off your top. All I know was that when you pulled your undone bra from your armhole, your thin top was tantalizingly stretched over and displayed your quivering boobs and those mouthwatering cylinders of stiff dark flesh that jutted up.

"God, and then I just had to squish them...I couldn't help it...my hands had minds of their own. Your breasts are so incredibly spongy...yet so firm...with some definite heft to them. Are they B or C cups?"

"Well, my babies are more like B-plus in that they tend to overflow my 34B-cup bra but don't have enough to completely fill a C-cup bra. But it doesn't matter since I don't like wearing damn bras. If you tried wearing one, you'd understand. They cramp and compress my babies, and I get hot and sweaty. When I have to wear a bra, the only ones that I can stand are those barely-there ones. However, they do little to dampen my titty-quivering and my nipples make noticeable bumps in the flimsy bra cups..."