Note: hey guys this a new story idea I came up with, here's the first chapter so have a read and let me know if it's worth continuing. thanks xx
Bored as anything, I took opportunity of the beach at my front door and wandered out to the wild waves. The sand squeaked underneath my bare feet and I breathed the air in deeply. What a change to the inland paddocks I was used to. As I turned to walk down the beach, I was expecting the place to be deserted, because for some reason this place wasn’t very popular. But I spied 30 metres in front of me a boy kicking his footy around. You said when you came here that you would take chances, not be your shy old self, go for it Nessa, I told myself as I took in the topless figure in front of me. Come on, what have you got to lose? A lot actually, my dignity, my social status….. no. just go for it. You know you want to, I argued with myself mentally until I finally decided to go for it. It was time for me to start living life. I started to jog and once within range I called “pass it here!” The boy looked slightly surprised to see me there, but shrugged it off and smiled brightly at me. I caught the hand pass and kicked it back, the boy looking surprised I managed to do so. What a girl can’t play footy? We passed it around the beach, handballing and kicking with the sand spraying up in our faces. One time I caught the ball, and just started to run away. Running and bouncing the ball, I had no idea where I was going, but I was enjoying it. Suddenly I felt strong hands around my waist and I could no longer run. I cracked up laughing as he lifted me in the air and I kept my feet moving. I clutched the ball as if it were my own child and wasn’t letting go. Soon enough we were both rolling around in the sand laughing, getting tangled up in a sort of gentle tackle. Eventually he ended up on top, me pinned to the ground, both of us panting from laughing so hard. “I’m Jet,” “Vanessa,” “Nice to meet you,” “ditto,” we greeted each other. Suddenly we both sort of lost focus of our aim, to get the ball, and just lay there, staring at each other. It was as if we were trying to figure each other out, without saying a word. He leaned in close to my ear; “do you know how awkward this must look,” he whispered. I looked as his position over me and cracked up once more. Shoving him away, I sat up and hugged the footy. “Thanks for the present,” I commented. “What pre…” he started but I got up and walked away, keeping hold of the footy. Keep him wanting more.
