In His Eyes

I often look out across the calm summer sea and watch as the sun's rays scatter and reflect off of the waves rolling gently against the shore. Such a tiny bit of light can conceal so many secrets.

On the surface my home town of Gideon's Gully is a thriving summer retreat, a home to retired artists, and a fishing community. It's a veneer I would come to respect, given its unique history.

I was eighteen and about to graduate from Susander Gideon High School. I had a knockout beach body and a pretty smile according to the boys, and yet somehow I was still without a boyfriend.

I'd never had sex, and it wasn't because I was uninterested. Other girls my age were skipping class to go down by the beach and party with the local surfing team, or giving blowjobs behind the bleachers after school.

To me dating always seemed too time consuming. I wanted to learn about the world around me and my school work felt important. Academia remains one of the only known avenues of escape from that place. That and marrying a sailor.

I would ride the bus home each day thinking about stories I'd heard from other girls. I watched Julia Howard lead Ashton Ward by the hand as they got off the bus together. They weren't a couple and it was common knowledge that her single working mom got home from her job late every night.

When I got home that evening I shut myself in my room and masturbated while thinking about Julia and Ashton. She always talked about going down on guys so I imagined him standing over her with his hand on her head and her lips around his cock.

I pulled up videos on my phone of girls sucking dick and watched with one hand down my pants as I thought about Ashton's erect penis sliding into Julia's mouth. Porn was my only outlet for many years. I'd sometimes get completely naked under the covers and pretend I was those girls, stroking my wet sex and moaning into a pillow until I got bored or had an orgasm.

I'd watch them gag themselves on ridiculously huge cocks, and spread my lips apart to imagine how it felt and tasted before he squirted his load on her face and tongue. The more I watched them the more it turned me on, but it also scared me.

"That'll be me some day," I thought, licking my lips and blushing while a woman with hair as dark as mine got sprayed with goopy cum. "If I ever meet a boy that is."

My actual first time with a man was very different from what I was expecting. My senior year economics class had us out doing research on local businesses, and that's how I found myself studying up on one of the oldest families in the little bay town.

They, or more accurately, he was known as the Dassarian. Chase Dassarian was the last surviving member of a family going all the way back to colonial times, one of the first to settle in the bay.

As kids we all looked in awe at his palatial home atop the southern tip of the crescent that cradled Gideon's Gully. Tall black rocks held it high above the waves while white crests beat thunderously against almost fifty feet of earth beneath.

We rarely saw Chase in town, and only the strangest locals knew him personally. When I asked Mrs. Grinkle, an old pie shop owner if she could help me get an audience with him she gave me a silent wall-eyed stare and, as usual, never opened her frog-like mouth to answer me.

"Uhh, would you just ... give him my phone number next time you see him perhaps?" I asked, pulling out a slip of paper and grabbing a dirty pen from beside the cash register. She stared at me the whole time I was jotting down my digits.

"High school econ report, Celeste Miller, please text me, smiley-face," it read.

Mrs. Grinkle didn't say a word. She just reached out and took my note with an expression that any foreigner would think of as tired disdain.

"Some people round here are just like that," I remembered my mom saying, referring to the old bank teller with the weirdly puckered mouth and huge eyes, going through the motions without blinking. It was, "small town syndrome," I thought. Some people in Gideon's Gully were just weird.

I smiled at Mrs. Grinkle knowing I wouldn't get a smile back and then thanked her for her kindness.

A day later I got a phone call.

"I'm sorry miss Miller, but I don't text," he said to me as I was pushing between throngs of other kids on my way through the school parking lot. "Meet me at the Boathouse Diner at eight if you want to talk." I started to respond but heard a click like someone hanging up a landline telephone.

I expected him to be a little odd. Everyone I talked to said he was a weirdo or a creep and that I'd have to have some balls to go out there and meet him in person.

I already had my own car so I didn't need anyone's permission to go that night. The Boathouse Diner is the nicest restaurant in town, catering to the vacationing rich from out of state. It's also conveniently close to the beach, giving anyone in its patio dining area a magnificent view of the waves coming in as the tide rises.

Somehow I expected him to show up with a retinue, like bodyguards or something. He came by himself and when I saw him, even though I'd only ever seen a photo of him once, I knew it was him.

I'm not sure what it was, the way he carried himself, the way he talked to the concierge, or maybe the hair. But he looked vaguely like something you'd see in a photograph from the nineteen-fifties.

Maybe it was his statuesque frame, or pale handsomely defined cheekbones. He looked almost like Apollo dressed in casual clothing with a brown frock coat on his shoulders.

When he looked at me I felt a tinge of warmth on my cheeks. Weirdo or no, the man was hot. The way he gazed into my eyes and smiled before introducing himself was almost too knowing, like he could see deeper into me than I was comfortable with.

To make matters worse I had let my nervousness distract me from my needs that afternoon and spent my whole evening preparing for the meeting. As luck would have it, it wasn't until seeing him that I realized how horny I was.

I reached out to shake and he cupped my hand between his palms and bowed before pulling out his chair and sitting.

"I don't think we've ever met miss," he said, "so, I'm glad to make a new acquaintance."

After some ice-breaking conversation we got to talking about my book report. I needed to interview someone involved with the business I had chosen, and the business I chose was his family's fishing company.

We talked for a little under an hour about how the company got started, where they got their start-up capital, their mission, that sort of thing. The most notable bit though was after the very last question when I asked, "what really makes Melassarian a better fishing company today?"

"This is going to sound ... overly poetic," he answered, "but ..." he looked down at the table as if trying to stitch something together in his head. "My greatest ancestor recognized that while a fisherman may have a mastery of the sea he almost universally lacks any reverence for it."

"He understands it in the same way a hunter understands its prey," he went on, balling his hand up in a fist as he spoke. "The first Dassarians didn't study the sea like a subject. They didn't pick at her like a beached whale, they saw her for what she was and courted her." His eyes settled on me and he remained quiet for a moment while that last thought hung in the air.

"Since then we've just been better suited. I guess you can put that down as, better alliances, or whatever your school teacher will let you get away with," he said with a chuckle, showing a row of perfect white teeth while he grinned kindly.

"Thanks for coming to meet me," I said, putting away my notes after giving him some of my final thoughts on the interview. He was such a pleasant person to talk to however that I almost lost track of time. Even after I had what I needed I found myself leaning on my backpack listening to him speak and asking more questions.

He had so much knowledge for someone who was only just a few years older than me, and he had a strange, almost, archaic kind of charm to him. After about twenty minutes there was a moment where he'd just finished a sentence and we stared at one-another across the table.

I looked at my phone sitting on the table before me, its screen clearly displaying the time. It was late but I didn't say anything. I looked up at him and smiled and he smiled back. It was becoming clear that we were both trying to think of reasons to draw this out.

"Say, miss, would you maybe like to order dinner?" he asked politely.

We ate and talked some more and I was beginning to get an impression of Chase's character. He described himself as an outlier, to the degree that he might as well be an alien to people anywhere. He wasn't disinterested in people, he was just passionate about things that were beyond their imagination.

"It's why I never went to public school," he said, "my learning was always very precise. Why build up a weak understanding of history, math and the arts when you could be deep into a study on something that truly intrigues you."

"Like what?" I asked. "What intrigues you?"

"Well ... sacred geometry for one," he answered. I laughed.

"Is it funny?" he said, looking surprised at my outburst yet more amused than annoyed.

"I ... well, yeah, a little," I answered. "I mean ... who says that?" I sighed. "You know I'm probably the only girl at my school who even knows what that is," I told him. I could see his face light up a little though he tried to hide his glee.

"Then you are one of the few who is actually learning anything there," he responded.

"Oh?" I said. "It's that important is it?"

"My girl, it's in absolutely everything," he said, sitting up straight as if new life had been suddenly breathed into him. "Come, take a walk down the beach with me and I'll show you."

To my surprise he stood up and nimbly hopped over the railing. I stared in amazed disbelief as he beckoned for me to follow.

"But ... the ..." I looked down at the remains of our meal.

"Don't worry about the bill they know who I am," he laughed.

I stood up, threw my backpack over my shoulders and climbed over the wooden rail. By then everyone in the restaurant was looking at us but neither of us cared. As I approached him on the beach I heard someone shout and I looked back only briefly before we both took off at a run.

I shrieked from excitement as we both sprinted into the night, kicking up wet sand in our wake. We ran for about half a minute before we were beyond sight of the Diner and safe.

"I think we're free," he said, each of us slowing to a jog and turning back to look. The giddiness in me finally worked its way up from my belly and exploded into a fit of giggling as I gasped for breath. I bent forward resting my hands on my knees, feeling them shake nervously as my heart beat rapidly in my chest.

He laughed with me, showing hardly any sign that he had exerted himself. When I finally stood up straight I felt his hand touch mine and as he led me onward I noticed my heart beat quicken once more.

It finally started to dawn on me that I was off at the beach, alone, with a man.

"What if I just kissed him?" I thought, giggling softly and then feeling myself get slightly wet as I imagined his mouth against mine. I squeezed his strong hand and thanked the night sky that he wouldn't see me blushing.

We combed the beach, examining various pieces of washed up sea life by moonlight. Truthfully, I was so busy thinking about where the night was going that I barely paid attention as he was pointing out the signs of the creator's architecture.

We walked and observed together for about half an hour until we finally came to a wide, sandy spot that was completely exposed to the night sky. When I saw that spot something came over me. It seemed like a spontaneous desire that had been waiting for an opportunity to surface and had just then found its moment.

"This is where I want to lose my virginity," I thought, and went for it.

I grabbed Chase by the arm. He turned to look at me and I collided with him, inexpertly mashing my lips against his. He was a bit stiff at first, but soon his hands were on my body, moving across my hips and up my sides, going under my shirt while I kissed him hungrily.

I wasn't wearing a bra that night and it didn't take him long to find my naked breasts beneath my loose fitting t-shirt. He squeezed them and played with them while my tongue caressed his palate and my hands explored his muscular thighs.

He leaned back and yanked my shirt up over my head making me gasp in surprise. I felt my face burn as he looked at my exposed tits, my nipples growing instantly firm in the cool night air. His hands drifted to my waist and before I knew it he had undone my belt.

I heard the leather whip through the brass hoop and felt my pants loosen. He knelt before me, dragging my jeans and underwear down. My knees and elbows shook as Chase stared directly into the mass of dark hair above my womanhood.

"Hhhuuhh," I shuddered as he pressed his mouth to it. I felt his tongue curl along the underside of my sex, my labia parting around its tip as he licked. "Ohh," I gasped, grabbing onto his head for balance while my legs trembled, inhaling sharply while he ate my pussy.

His hands moved up along the backs of my thighs and I felt him grab my butt cheeks, pulling them apart as he pressed his face into my bush.

"Ahhh ahhhhh," I cried out, moaning louder and louder as he sucked on my clit. I rolled my hips forward and felt my juices slick his nose and chin as my wet cunt rubbed across his face. "Ahh, ohh sorry," I apologized, taking a step back, embarrassed.

"It's fine," he laughed, licking his lips and standing up. He moved close again putting his hands on my shoulder and pressing his lips to mine. I could taste my stuff all in his mouth but I continued kissing him anyway, giggling to myself as my own juices coated my tongue.

"Is something the matter?" he asked, holding me close while my knees trembled nervously. I looked up at him and smiled. I didn't want to tell him I'd never been naked in front of a man before, or that I'd never had sex.

"I'm fine," I shivered, my pants sliding down around my ankles while he ran his fingers through my hair. I slipped my hands under his belt and felt firm thigh muscles underneath. I felt his middle finger follow the curve of my buttcrack as he leaned in and kissed me.

The way he touched me he clearly had some experience. Did he have a girlfriend? How many women had he slept with? While I was tossing these questions about in my brain my eyes were begging him to ravish me like a mature lover, a thought that both excited and terrified me.

My heart raced as our mouths interlocked, our tongues coiling together, inhaling each other's breaths. Deciding abruptly on a course of action I went down into a crouch, sliding down across his body until I was staring directly at the bulge of his groin.

I looked up at him and gave him a naughty grin as I unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall across his strong upper legs. I caught the scent of his manhood before I even saw all of it, and his fully erect cock sprang free as I pulled his pants down.

"Here goes," I thought, feeling unready but obligated as I stared at the shadowed shape of his aroused penis in the moonlight. I wrapped a hand around his shaft and touched my tongue to its tip experimentally, then I put my mouth around it.

I looked up at Chase, my lips around the head of his cock, stroking its length slowly while I sucked its stiffened bell.

"What will it be like to have him inside me?" I wondered, feeling my sex moisten, the wetness of my arousal dripping off my minora and into the cold sand. Chase brushed my hair away from my eyes and petted my cheek as he watched me. Something sweet and slimy trickled from the tip of his penis and for a second I worried that I would get a mouthful of his cum. When it didn't happen I leaned in, letting his cock slide between my tongue and palate until its head nearly gagged me.

"Mmm," I hummed as I drew back, feeling the leathery flesh of his erection against my lips as I slobbered along his length. I placed my hands on his hips and moved my head forward and back, choking back the broad bulb of his manhood each time, drooling down his balls while I filled my mouth with his penis again and again.

"Hhhnn," he shuddered, his precum flowing more and more abundantly, coating the insides of my cheeks and sticking to my palate. The smell and taste of his cock dominated my senses, and when I wanted nothing more than to have it in my cunt he backed away. I watched his member sway fully erect in front of my face, a narrow strand of spit dangling from its tip, its taste lingering on my tongue.

Around us I noticed the tide creeping gently up the shore. Each wave carried the wreath of pearly seafoam closer to us, gradually encircling us and forming a small island. Chase grabbed me by the arms and pulled me to my feet.

I nearly tripped on my pants and collapsed against him giggling. I stood up and began untying my shoes while Chase pulled his shirt over his head, exposing a well-toned upper body. Once my shoes were off I stepped out of my jeans and reached down to gather them, all the while staring at his engorged penis, and catching momentary glimpses of his grinning face. From the look in his eyes we were both eager for what would happen next.

"Do you bring many girls out here?" I asked over the sounds of waves in the distance. I wrapped my shoes up in my slightly damp jeans and hurled them further up the beach, then I did the same with my backpack and shirt.

"Only the interesting ones," he answered, throwing his own bundle of clothes to a spot near mine and then facing me with hands on his hips, his cock stiff and glistening with my saliva. We stared each other down for a moment, each of us totally nude under the night sky, the sand squishing between my toes as the water got closer and closer.

His eyes seemed to focus on my bare feet before his gaze lifted, settling on my hairy pussy while I looked at the light tuft of hair above his erect penis. I bit my lower lip and I could feel myself blushing as we both admired one-another in the dim light. He studied my round tits while I looked at his finely sculpted pectoral muscles and broad shoulders.

"How do you want me?" I asked, feeling anxious. Instead of answering Chase took two steps toward me and put his hand on my chest and thigh. He gave my breast a good squeeze while reaching around to grab my ass, pulling me close while he groped me.

I shook nervously, taking shuddering breaths as he pulled me against him. I could feel his manhood between my legs, its spit polished shaft pressing against the furrow of my sex as his pubic bone touched mine.

Chase pinched my butt with both hands while I rocked my hips and let his erection rub against my wet labia. Then he reached down and gripped me behind the knees. I gasped, throwing my arms around his neck as he lifted me up.

"Hhhuhh," I shuddered, my heels pressing into his thighs as he lowered me on the head of his cock. I felt his tip press against the opening of my sex and wondered if he could even enter me like this. Slowly I felt my minora spread around his bulb.

"Hhuhh ahh," I whimpered as it passed narrowly through and slid into me. Goosebumps covered my body as Chase's member filled my pussy for the first time, and I was overwhelmed with the urge to touch him and kiss him. I put my mouth to his and tongued his palate, sucking his upper lip and squishing my breasts against his broad chest.

"Mmm hhmmm," I moaned, gasping through my nose and moving my hips, rolling my pelvis forward and letting Chase's penis slide deep. "Mmm hnn!" I whined feeling his cock engorge inside of me, stretching my tight pussy. "Ahhhh!" I cried out, my lips falling away from his.