Second lesson

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This time Blake insisted on carrying my surf board again as well as his. I found that very kind of him and didn't object.

We went to the place we had been two days ago and I laid down the boards side by side again.

"Okay. Last time I told you how to paddle. Can you show me what you remember and tell me of what you have to take care when you do that?" I asked.

"Sure!" He answered and immediately laid down on his board. He commented how his hands and arms have to move and where his body has to be.

"That's it." He finished.

"Good. Then let's go on with the next step. Stand up please." I told him and he did so.

I told him to stand on his surfboard like he thought he would have to just to see which one of his feet was forward. He instinctively placed his left foot forward.

"Alright, you are a goofy."

"What does that mean?" Blake wanted to know.

"That means that your right foot is forward and therefore you'll surf backhand. A right breaking wave will be behind you. But for now it isn't necessary because you'll need more lessons until you can surf properly." I explained.

"Which surf type are you?"

"I'm a natural. My left foot is forward."

Blake combined, "So we can watch each other when we are surfing on the same wave." He winked.

I tried to not blush because that 'flirt' was harmless. "If you can keep up with me." I raised my chin a bit and looked at him challenging. Where did that come from? I praised myself in my thoughts.

Blake replied "We'll see."

Then I stepped on my board and showed him the original position and commented it.

"Spread your legs so that your feet are directly under your shoulders. Your knees have to be bent a bit and your hands point in driving direction in the high of your shoulders. Like that."

Blake tried to copy my pose. Since we had the opposite foot forward it was easy to copy because everything was just mirror-inverted. I didn't have to turn around to see what he was doing, neither did he.

His left arm was too high and I lowered it a bit. By touching his arm I noticed his muscles, against my original intentions. They felt really good under my hand and I know that sounds weird but I felt comfortable while touching him. I even enjoyed it.

I kind of shocked as I realized that I stared at my hand on his arm. But instead of teasing me Blake looked right into my eyes as well. I couldn't read his expression but I knew that he somehow felt the same thing as I in that moment. Whatever it was.

I took my hand back and tried to remember where I had stopped explaining.

"Good. Memorize that. It is the basis of everything when you want to surf."

He nodded to show that he understood.

"And now I'll show you how you get into that position." I lied down on the board again and stood up in less than three moves, right into the original position.

Blake's eyes widened as if it had looked very complicated.

"It's easier than it looks." I assured, "If you practice it enough." I added with a wink.

"Can you repeat it please?" Blake asked.

I did it again and I literally felt his gaze on my body. My arms and legs somehow acted different than before. It seemed like they tried to be even more exact than they had already been before. Like they wanted to show their best side in front of Blake.

Instead of making me nervous, his intensive and exact look made me feel special. Like I was an unknown creature which got examined by Blake's attentive look.

Maybe I felt it the wrong way but I could definitely tell that at least the feeling was there. I didn't know whether it was based on mutuality or not. I also didn't know if it would have changed something, probably yes even though I didn't know how far it would have changed my actions.

Anyway. I tried to teach Blake as good as possible because he insisted on surfing at least the next time. I knew it would be a catastrophe when he rushed into it but I had no chance to change his mind.

Also I somehow wanted to prove something to myself that I couldn't even explain what it exactly was...
I know, my thoughts were very confusing...

Blake's P.O.V.

When Selena taught me how to move and showed it to me it was the only time I could watch her exactly without getting caught.

It was no shame that I admired her body. She had a figure of which every girl would have been jealous. The way she did her hair fitted perfectly to her and she always had a natural look what I prefered.

All in all she was a very beautiful girl who wasn't even aware of it. I immediately had to think of the quote by OneDirection. "You don't know you're beautiful, that's what makes you beautiful."

Selena seemed like she got a little over her inhibitions by touching me willingly. I mean hey, for Selena it was a big step. And I was happy that I had been the one who could have helped her with that.

We hadn't surfed today because she had said that I wasn't ready for it. I had complained but I hadn't been able to change her mind.

Right now we went through the primitive exit and chatted a bit. Talking with her was fun because we almost shared the same opinions and had a similar humor. I also noticed that she relaxed increasingly more in my presence what was very good.

In that moment, when I considered these things, I realized that I started to like her.

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