This is the sixteenth story.

This is the story of Mackenzie.

Pretty much everyone who moves to Los Angeles tell themselves they're going to learn to surf. Pretty much none of them do.

I was no different, road tripping out here in my teens with dreams of growing my hair long, shredding the Pacific waves, bedding many beautiful chicks. But I didn't do anything about that dream for about a decade. And then in my late twenties, I did it, I finally did it, I sought out surf lessons.

That's how I met Mackenzie.

I'd signed up for a private lesson through a surf instruction company, and didn't know going in the type of instructor I'd get paired with. I hoped I'd get a beautiful, sun-kissed babe, but knew in all likelihood I'd get some leathery middle-aged dude. I drove out to the beach on a Sunday morning, the marine layer draped over the shore and making everything unseasonably chilly, and I parked in a lot overlooking the beach.

A small van was parked nearby, a girl pulling boards out of the trunk. She was half in a wetsuit, the top pulled down around her waist. She had a swimmer's physique, wide shoulders and a skinny torso, and a healthy rack behind a bikini top. Her hair was dirty blonde, with certain strands bleached light by the sun. She Iooked to my car as I got out. Her face was gorgeous, freckled and with a bit of baby fat, hints of Madelyn Cline. She must've been in her early 20s, 25 at most.

I hoped to God this was my instructor.

We looked at each other in that way you do when you're sizing up if you're supposed to know the other person.

"You waiting on Jack?" I said.

"Yeah!" she said. "I'm Mackenzie."

My mind reached out to a higher power, fell to my knees in front of them, kissed their beautiful feet.

"So," I said, looking out at the tiny waves rolling into shore, "you're the one who's gonna kick my ass today.

She laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Yep."

Her eyes ran up and down my body, I hoped liking what she saw, then she turned and grabbed a wetsuit from the van.

She tossed it to me. "This should fit."

I pulled my t-shirt off, really stretching out my torso as I did so, and tossed it into my car. I then pulled on the wetsuit and, like her, left it wrapped down around my waist. Her eyes lingered briefly on my upper body.

"Miss, you're staring," I said.

She laughed, with no embarrassment at all, and pushed me playfully on the shoulder. "Come on, let's hit the beach."

She handed me a board, grabbed her own, and I followed her down toward the water. I watched her ass moving in her wetsuit, a ripe juicy peach, looked at the shape of her legs.

"How long you been surfing?" I asked.

"Forever," she said.

"Well, try to go easy on this newbie."

She looked back at me and smiled mischievously. "Do you want me to go easy on you?"

"Nah. Fuck me up."

She laughed. "Will do."

And she fucked me right up. She treated surfing like it was the easiest thing in the world if you weren't an absolute coward. We started on the beach, her showing me how to hop up and stand, and then she had me out on the water much quicker than I expected. I spent an hour getting my ass absolutely handed to me, every rousing success followed by a plummet and a stinging smack into the water. But I kept getting back up, kept laughing with every failure, wanting her to see I was a good sport.

At the end of it all I stumbled out of the water and collapsed on my back on the sand, moaning. Something moved in front of the sun and I opened an eye. Mackenzie was standing over me, smiling, her hair hanging wet around her head.

"How you doin'?" she said.

"Absolutely wrecked," I said.

"You did alright. In a not bad way."

I gave her a fatigued thumbs-up.

"But get up, weakling," she said.

She extended a hand down and I groaned as she helped me to my feet, and we carried our boards back up the slope to her van. I watched her strip completely out of her wetsuit, down to just a bikini, looked at her gorgeously proportioned and tanned body reveal itself to me. As I pulled my wetsuit down, it caught against my swim trunks and pulled the waistband down over my crotch, revealing the top half of my dick. Mackenzie's eyes flashed down to it by reflex, and then she quickly looked away toward the water as I readjusted.

"Shit, I'm sorry," she said.

"No, I'm sorry," I said. "Didn't mean to flash you."

"I only saw a little."

She stayed turned away as I got the wetsuit fully off. I folded it up, went up to her and held it out. She turned to me, looked up at me.

"Only a little," I said. "Ouch."

She laughed. "A lot, I mean. A little of a lot."

We stayed there for a second, the first waves of sexual tension starting to crackle between us.

"Same time next week?" I said.

She nodded. "Hell yeah."

"Fuck me up, Mack," I said, raising a hand.

She smiled and high fived me. "Will do."

And I got in my car and drove off.

I spent the whole week looking forward to seeing her again, looking forward to her kicking my ass on the water, to seeing her wetsuit cling to her tight body. I was gonna try to grab breakfast with her afterward, make inroads on seeing her outside of the lessons.

The next Sunday dawned bright and raw, with no marine layer to be seen. I arrived at the same time, and Mackenzie was once again already there, pulling stuff out of her van. I caught her eyes as they flashed to my window, caught her look away quickly, caught her trying to hide a smile.

I got out of the car.

"Hey," I said.

"Sup," she said.

She tossed me my wetsuit without looking at me.

"Oh is that how we're playing it," I said, smiling broadly.

She turned to me, cracked a wide smile, and I opened my arms and she gave me a quick hug.

"Just messin' with you," she said. "Come on."

She led me down to the water and we got right to the ass-kicking. I did slightly better today, was able to stand for longer periods of time, but still left the water feeling like I'd been run through a car wash.

I hobbled up the beach at the end and she walked casually beside me.

"You look like you're in pain," she said.

"A bit," I said, chuckling. "It sucks getting older."

"What are you? 25?"

"28."

"Damn, almost in the grave."

I laughed. We'd reached the parking lot. I stood my board against her van.

"We can't all be 21 and clearly going to live forever."

"I'm honored. 24."

I put my hands on her shoulders, shook her playfully.

"Oh no, get out! Get out now!"

She laughed and I kept my hands there for a second, us just looking at each other.

"What are you up to now?" I said. "You wanna grab breakfast?"

"Hell yeah," she said.

"Anywhere good around here?"

"Yeah. My apartment. I'm not spending twenty bucks on eggs and bacon. I'll cook for you."

"I can't say no to that."

We started taking off our wetsuits. I casually watched her and she watched me, at one point exaggeratedly staring at my crotch, making a joke of waiting for me to slip up again.

"Nah, I've figured out how this works now," I said.

"Damnnn," she said.

But I still had to change out of my bathing suit. I turned away from her, stood slightly inside my car door, and pulled down my trunks. If she was looking she'd get a great sight of my butt, which I didn't mind. I pulled on my shorts and turned back. She was drying herself off, her eyes out on the ocean, maybe slightly too pointedly. She pulled a pair of denim cutoffs up over her bikini. Her body looked so fucking good, and she caught me staring. She smiled.

"Follow me?" she said.

"Anywhere."

She snorted. "Let's go."

And we hopped into our cars and peeled out of the parking lot. I followed her up into the neighborhood bordering the beach. She didn't live very far at all, in a long apartment block just up a rise. I found a street spot and she let me in to the building, and I followed her up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway. I watched her ass move in the cutoffs, her smooth tan back leading up to her bikini top.

She let me in to her apartment. It was a stunning spot. She'd taken everything boring and blasé about cheap L.A. apartments and made it her own. Surfboards were everywhere, leaning against the walls or bracketed onto them. All the furniture looked like it had been salvaged from driftwood. The walls were adorned with sepia-tinted photographs and magazine cutouts, all of surfers or waves or far-flung islands. She had a balcony facing the ocean, which you just couldn't see, but she pulled the sliding door wide open and a salty sea breeze blew in and brought with it the sounds of gulls and crashing waves.

"This place is amazing," I said.

"Yeah, I've made it my own. Make yourself comfy."

She moved into her kitchen.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Nah, rest your tired old bones."

She gave me a winking smile, and I laughed and went to stand on the balcony. I breathed in the ocean air, heard her kick on an old AM/FM radio, some random high-80s station playing casual rock. She brought me a mug of coffee and I returned inside, and we chatted while she cooked, prepping eggs and bacon and hash browns, everything casual.

We ate on her couch. The food was pretty damn good, or just tasted better coming after a morning of surfing, eating it on a couch with a gorgeous girl. I finished and placed my plate on her coffee table.

"Thank you so much," I said.

She finished her last bite, placed her plate down on top of mine.

"Hell yeah," she said.

She started to sit back and I went for it, lifted my arm, offering her a space to lean back into, and she took it. She settled under it and I rested my hand on her far shoulder. We sat in the quiet for a couple minutes, listening to the breeze and the waves.

I looked down at the side of her face and she looked up at me.

"Enough waiting," she said.

And at the exact same time we leaned toward each other and started making out. Her lips were soft and full, and tasted like a morning in the ocean. I pulled back slightly, licked my lips.

"Mm, salty," I said.

"You too," she said.

I very soon fell backward and she climbed over me, and I let my hands rest loosely on her hips as we kept making out, her damp hair hanging in curtains around my face. She was very energetic, her head moving all around, her body pushing forward and back, sometimes leaving my face to kiss down my chin and down my neck and across my chest before returning back up to make out again. As I'd find out over the course of our adventure, she wasn't a nympho by any means, just an exuberant young woman free with her body and completely relaxed about sex.

She eventually laid down on top me, gave me her body weight, her hands cupping my chin, her breasts pushing into my chest, her groin pressing into mine. I was getting hard, my shorts not doing any type of job in concealing it. I felt my hardening cock pressing up against her thigh, and then felt her adjust her hips, felt it now pressing up against her pelvis and her pussy.

I was holding her with one hand on the back of her head and one hand on the small of her back. I pushed that hand down under the waistband of her cutoffs and grabbed a butt cheek. She made a soft surprised sound and kissed me harder, plunging her tongue into my mouth. Her butt felt as good as it looked, weighty but soft and malleable, and I enjoyed just gripping it as her body pressed into and across me.

Then she rose up onto her knees above me, straddling my waist. She smiled down at me, reached behind her back, and undid her bikini top. It fell forward down her arms, and her breasts fell free. They were c-cups, full and round, heavy-looking, and she had the sexiest fucking bikini tan, little pale triangles over medium-sized nipples.

"Hell yeah," I said.

She smiled. "Hell yeah."

She bent back over me once again and we kept making out. I felt her breasts hanging between us, felt her nipples brush here and there against my shirt. Maybe this annoyed her, because she soon reached down and pulled the bottom hem up my body, and I lifted my head and torso so she could maneuver the whole thing up and off me. I fell back and she lowered her head and started kissing all over my bare chest. I put my arms around her and pulled her whole body back down onto me, her breasts pressing against my chest once again, and I held her to me as we continued making out.

She started grinding her hips against me, pushing her crotch quickly back and forth over my hardening cock, started moaning. I started moving my hips back up against her, dragging my dick against her pussy. Then her hand pushed down between us and slid under the waistband of my shorts and found my cock and wrapped itself around the shaft. With our bodies the way they were all she could do was move her hand horizontally up and down it in quick little jerks. I pushed both of my hands under the waistband of her cutoffs and gripped both her butt cheeks and our bodies stopped moving, and we stopped kissing, and just looked at each other, our breathing heavy, as we held each other.

Then she pushed herself up, moved down my body on the couch, and undid my shorts and pulled them down and off my legs. My cock sprung up and she giggled at the sight of it, and she put her hands on it and started jacking it off, her eyes fixed on it, her expression devoted and loving. She was on her knees between my legs, her tits raising and lowering slightly with each movement of her arms, and I could've watched her do that for the rest of time.

But she didn't let me, because she soon curled her torso forward and took my cock in her mouth, and started sucking it off in big long movements, her damp hair hanging around her face, her hands working it up and down in tandem with the movement of her mouth. Her mouth felt wonderful, firm and wet, slurping up and down over the top half of my dick, her hands working the bottom half. I pushed one curtain of her hair aside, draped it over the other side of her head, so I could watch her tan freckled face working.

She raised an eye to me, then popped off of my dick and smiled up at me.

"Salty," she said.

"I was in the water a lot," I said.

Her hands kept slowly jacking off my shaft. "We gotta get you better at surfing."

"Maybe I need a better teacher."

Her mouth opened in mock offense and she let go of my dick.

"Do you want a blowjob or not?"

I laughed. "I do! I do!"

But she crossed her arms petulantly and turned her face away. I sat up quickly, put my arms under her butt, and flipped her onto her back. She gasped and giggled, and I undid the button of her cutoffs and pulled them down her legs. Her bikini came with them, and she kicked both aside and I pushed myself down onto the couch, wrapping my arms up under her legs, bringing my face between her thighs. She had the sexiest bikini tan down here as well, and her pussy was beautiful, shaved, nothing more than a slit.

I brought my face up close to it, breathed gently onto it, felt her body start to squirm. I gripped her thighs tightly, and her hands came down and grabbed my head. I kissed the doughy inside of her legs, got my first taste of sea salt. I placed my hands up her abdomen, felt her belly tensing, and I licked up the sides of her labia, just next to her thighs. She giggled and exhaled. I smiled up at her.

"I've hardly even started," I said.

"Sorry, I'm sensitive," she said.

"I'll go slow," I said.

I leaned forward and placed my tongue at the bottom of her pussy. Her body quivered and I just left it there for a second, getting her ready, and then, keeping the pressure light, I licked up her entire pussy, dragging my tongue over the outside of her labia, not pushing in toward her hole just yet, letting it curl gently up over her clit.

She giggled again, and her thighs clenched around my head. I did it again, pushing my tongue slightly harder between her labia, starting to taste the saltiness of her pussy, pressing slightly against her hole, dragging it up over her clit. Her latest giggle turned into a moan, and I stayed here, playing with her clit with my tongue.

I moved my hands up her stomach and held her breasts. Her hands came off my head, clasped my hands to her tits, and we held each other there as I licked up and up her clit, her sensitivity fading away, her growing wetter under my tongue.

I left one hand up on a breast and pulled the other down under my chin and pressed a finger between her labia. She moaned and I pushed further, toward her hole, and my finger slid into her. She gasped and I started running it in and out of her quickly as I kept licking her clit. Her hands came off my hand, went to her hair, pushed it up and around.

"Jeez louise," she said. "Oh goodness."

I pulled my head off of her, left my finger inside her pussy, and stood up off the couch. I stood next to her, looking down at her body, her belly contracted with her torso propped up against the arm rest, and then looked to her face. She wasn't looking at me, she was looking at my dick, and she reached out and took hold of it and I stepped forward and she pulled it toward her mouth and started sucking me off.

I pushed my hand across her temple and through her mess of damp blonde hair as her head bobbed on and off my cock, her mouth firmly wrapped around it, her eyes closed. I sped up the work of my finger, determined to make her come first, pressing it up against her g-spot, running it along her upper ridge. She moaned and twisted her head around my dick and brought both her hands to my shaft and started working its entire length. I changed the motion of my finger, started dragging it in a circle around her walls.

She came off my dick and looked down to where my finger was working her pussy and then leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her lips pursed, breathing softly. I stepped backward so I could lean forward, and I started licking one of her nipples quickly.

"Oh my god," she said softly.

I kept working her, fingering her pussy, running my tongue over her nipple. She extended a hand, held my hard cock, every now and then lifting her head to look at it and tug on it, but only briefly before leaning back and closing her eyes and letting pleasure course through her.

"How's that feel?" I said, taking my mouth off her breast, bringing my face close to hers.

Her eyes fluttered half-open and looked at me. She slowly shook her head. "Incredible."

"I'll be here with you until you come."

She nodded, her eyes went to my dick, and she made a pleading groan. I moved my hips forward and she smiled and took it back in her mouth. She started sucking me off and I kept working her pussy, and we stayed here for a couple minutes, until her mouth stopped moving, she kept her lips wrapped around my cock, and she started saying "mhm, mhm, mhm." I sped up the motion of my finger, her eyebrows pushed up her forehead, and her eyes flew open and stared up at me as her body started to shake, her letting out a half-shriek half-moan, my dick still buried in her mouth. She started sucking me off quickly as her body kept vibrating, and then she slowed to a stop again, her body fully settled, and she slid my cock out of her mouth.

"Oh hell yeah," she said.

I smiled and pulled my finger out of her pussy.

"Yes, fuckin' yes, yes," she said. Her body involuntarily shivered, her eyes fluttered to a close, and she pushed her hands between her thighs and turned away from me, groaning.

"That was soooooo good," she said.

I gave her butt a playful slap and she shrieked, looked up at me and giggled.

"We're not done," I said.

"I know," she said, her eyes moving to my still-hard cock.

But my eyes moved toward her bathroom.

"How would you feel about a shower?"

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Thanks for reading! Part 2 coming soon.