“Fuck, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Sorry, I...”
“Ouch, yeah, no. I'm fine," she lied.
“Let me get a cloth.”
“No, no it's fine. I need to go to the toilet anyway. I will sort it. Don't worry.”
She went bright red as she briefly looked into my eyes.
I apologised again, trying to keep eye contact as I let her pass. I needed her to remember my face for when I was to approach her next time. She certainly did notice me. I could hear her heart quickening slightly and I got a glimpse of her pupils widening before she lowered her eyelids coyly.
“Thanks." she whispered as she hurried on.
That's when I decided to make my move sooner rather than later, and that party at Sophie's they'd all been talking about seemed to offer the perfect opportunity. All I needed to do was gate crash it, which wouldn't be too difficult as it seemed to be promising to be quite a big and open affair.
CHAPTER 3
I noticed Kas wanted to make a move and I wanted to go with him. We both loved having a bit of time on the beach to relax.
“Wait for me Kas, just need to pop to the loo before we go." I mouthed to him.
As I walked to the toilet I could sense movement and before I knew it I was wearing someone's cup of coffee as some guy bumped into me. It hurt like hell as it landed mostly on my bare arm, and I looked up ready to give him a mouthful for being so careless. He was most apologetic and, not to mention, gorgeous! I caught his eyes and, annoyingly, only managed to squeak out that it was fine, but he really had me flustered, which took me by complete surprise!
I wasn't in the habit of ogling other boys since Kas and I had been together, and I felt a little guilty, but this specimen of the male variety was stunning! His dark intense eyes bored into me when he let me go past and I had to look down as to not make a complete and utter fool of myself. How come I had never noticed him before! This dude with his closely cropped black hair and muscular physique certainly stood out. He must be new to the area. Then I realised that earlier on I half imagined him watching me, but again felt I was being paranoid. I took a moment in the toilet to compose myself and get the stain out of my top. I didn't hurry, and successfully avoided running into him again when I exited the toilets.
Kasper and I took a stroll to his parents' beach hut where he stored his surf kit. He'd bought me a beach chair and a little fridge that could hold drinks plus a kettle of course, for the days were more often cold than warm. I loved kicking back there, watching Kas strutting his stuff on the board. I also took the time to read or have some phone time as at home it was tricky with mum on my case to do my homework. Unfortunately, mobile coverage wasn't great on the beach but with a bit of luck you could get some free WiFi from the campsite nearby.
Kas was putting his wetsuit on and I looked on. Never could I have imagined that, one day, I was going to be the envy of many girls at school, having landed Kas as my boyfriend. He has an incredible body, athletic and lean, perfectly proportioned. I longed to explore it a bit more and I sidled up to him, planting a kiss on his arm. He turned around, took my face in his hands and gently kissed my lips.
“Mmmmm, love you babes" he mumbled.
“Sure you don't want to join me in the water?" His eyes sparkled mischievously.
“You can but try!" I said wrapping myself up more.
“But I am perfectly happy to sit here for a bit, then ravage you later." I laughed.
We had only just recently had our 'first time' together, which had been far from perfect, with lots of awkward fumbling due to our lack of experience, but it had left us wanting more. Something had awakened inside me and I was keen to experiment, and I have to say, so was Kas!
After an hour or so we left to go home, have some dinner and get ready for the party. We agreed to meet each other there, like we usually did. I remembered to pick up some milk on the way back and popped it into the fridge as a text from my friend Bella arrived, asking if I could come to hers. She was having a crisis about to what to wear. As if I would be any good advising her! But I agreed of course, and said I would be over at about 8pm.
It forced me to think about what to wear myself and had a look at my collection of clothes. I always opened the wardrobe door expecting something to jump out and say “wear me”! But I knew that it was always the same old stuff in there and wasn't going to be surprised with some fantastic outfit that I'd forgotten about. I chose my trusted black skinny jeans with a crop top and a little jacket over the top. I knew I looked good in it, but sometimes I wished I would choose something more feminine and outgoing. As a child I used to love bright colours and flowery patterns as they made me feel happy, but it just didn't have the same effect any more.
“Eliza, are you home?" I heard my mum calling, interrupting my contemplations. I heard her footsteps approach my door and a gentle knock preceded her entering my room. She perched herself on the edge of
