Post by TAMSON GREY HALE on Jun 24, 2011 1:21:01 GMT 6
"Yeah, he's coming for you. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, ya better run, better run, out run my gun." Jason ran around the garage with a piece of rope hanging out of his mouth. He pivoted and swerved between Tamson's legs. Meanwhile, Tamson was hunched over a surfboard singing with the song blasting out of the speaker system that ran throughout his house. It was Billabong's Darcy beginner board, which clearly meant it was not Tamson's board. He hadn't surfed with a Billabong board for a couple of years, and he hadn't ever been a female surfer. So, it was left to reason that this was either Kona's surfboard, which made no sense if it was a beginner's board or at Tamson's, or it was for his not-date and friend Jenny.
He tossed aside his sex wax, probably the only time the words "sex", "wax," and "Jenny" went together. His board shorts sat low on his waist, but not low enough his ass crack was hanging out. Tam had seen a lot of ass cracks in his life and he was really sort of put off by it. He kept his covered, especially if Jenny was going to be around. It had taken several hours to prep her board and find a lifejacket he guessed was her size. She would need it for their short boat ride, and if she opted to, for surfing.
Tamson went off to another bench and began wrapping his wrist. His eyes caught Jason lying on the ground staring at the rope. With a slight laugh, Tamson kicked the rope and Jason went berserk. Jason hadn't been to this place in some time, and he seemed to be enjoying the trip up. No, this wasn't his house. Tamson's personal home was a modest little two-story shack. Not too many people ever went to his house, instead they came to this house. Only Kona and Oliver had been to Tamson's personal domain. This house was in no way modest. Looking at it from the street, it had multiple decks, an enormous infinite pool, hot tubs, and looked to be about several million. The house was luxurious, but also seemed to keep in mind that its occupant was a beach bum. The house was actually Tamson's eighteenth birthday present from his father.
It was a little eerie. Save a few rooms, the house looked as if it had been decorated and furnished, but that no one lived there. It was romantic in some sense. It was an open layout and much of the house had floor to ceiling glass windows. If it wasn't breath taking enough just in its design and décor, then the landscape might actually cause someone to asphyxiate. The view of the ocean was gorgeous and the surrounding palm trees and tropical flowers were vivid and ornate. It didn't seem to fit with Tamson, but there he was, walking across the marble floors with Jason at his heels.
He stepped out onto the sand and placed the surfboard in the back of his truck. He climbed up into the bed and went through everything he needed. Surfboards: Check. Lifejacket: Check. Picnic Gear: Check. Guitar: Didn't actually have plans to use it, but check. Couldn't hurt to have. He was pleased, but still he sighed. He looked back at his house, which was obliviously a mansion, he was just in denial. He would have turned it away, but his mother had asked him to take it. She said it would mean the world to her if he accepted the gift, and he just couldn't break that woman's heart. Tamson was a sucker for his mother. She was so fragile, and he had hurt her enough. What? What was one measly house? That's she had called it "a measly house, just so if you ever wanted me to visit, there'd be room". How the hell was he going to say no? How? He started to. It just didn't come out like he had planned. Then, he actually saw this "measly house". He almost shitted himself. Measly his ass.
"Tam!" A short dirty blonde came walking up to Tam's truck. "I got the boat all set. Want me to pick up Jason?"
"Yea, he's inside. Thanks, man." The blonde's name wasn't actually "man". It was Robert, but Tamson usually referred to him as "man", "brah", "dude", "fucker", or "Rob". He gave parasailing lessons to locals and tourists, but Tamson had met him at a bonfire with some mutual friends. Between the two, Tamson was winging this whole "not -a-date" thing. Tamson didn't have a fucking clue what they were doing. He figured he'd teach her to surf, but when the fish started to have dinner, so would they. Except, they had a boat. That would take them to a small island. That Rob would set up for them. That would be super romantic and make Tamson look irresistible, and then he'd ask. Nothing fucking clue how, he just would.
The two exchanged materials and Tam waved Rob off. He hoped off the side of his truck's bed and headed inside to grab a shirt. Sighing, he made his way to the front of his "measly house" and picked up his shirt from the couch. It was made of wet suit material, so it wasn't the traditional shirt he'd wear for a not-date. When he brought his head up and flicked his hair out of his face, he realized Jenny was at the door. He paused for a few seconds. Did he finish putting on his shirt? Make her wait? Did he answer? Would he look suggestive if he answered? He looked over his shoulder trying to avoid eye contact while he made a decision.
He opened the door with his arms in the sleeves of his shirt. He went in the middle, open the door with half of his shirt on. Not shoving his sculpted and tattooed body in her face, but not fully denying her the view. "Hey," Tamson smiled and finished putting his shirt on. He eyed her outfit, and then his. "You look nice." He looked at her shoes and his bare feet. "You're gonna need to take all of that off, though." He looked up at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. Tamson nodded his head toward the open sliding door. The back of his truck was in view. "We're gonna teach you to surf, princess."
word count , 1079.
tags , Princess Jennifer.
status , done, and i'll do the graphics when i get home.
notes , super late and rushed, so not the best by any margin.
He tossed aside his sex wax, probably the only time the words "sex", "wax," and "Jenny" went together. His board shorts sat low on his waist, but not low enough his ass crack was hanging out. Tam had seen a lot of ass cracks in his life and he was really sort of put off by it. He kept his covered, especially if Jenny was going to be around. It had taken several hours to prep her board and find a lifejacket he guessed was her size. She would need it for their short boat ride, and if she opted to, for surfing.
Tamson went off to another bench and began wrapping his wrist. His eyes caught Jason lying on the ground staring at the rope. With a slight laugh, Tamson kicked the rope and Jason went berserk. Jason hadn't been to this place in some time, and he seemed to be enjoying the trip up. No, this wasn't his house. Tamson's personal home was a modest little two-story shack. Not too many people ever went to his house, instead they came to this house. Only Kona and Oliver had been to Tamson's personal domain. This house was in no way modest. Looking at it from the street, it had multiple decks, an enormous infinite pool, hot tubs, and looked to be about several million. The house was luxurious, but also seemed to keep in mind that its occupant was a beach bum. The house was actually Tamson's eighteenth birthday present from his father.
It was a little eerie. Save a few rooms, the house looked as if it had been decorated and furnished, but that no one lived there. It was romantic in some sense. It was an open layout and much of the house had floor to ceiling glass windows. If it wasn't breath taking enough just in its design and décor, then the landscape might actually cause someone to asphyxiate. The view of the ocean was gorgeous and the surrounding palm trees and tropical flowers were vivid and ornate. It didn't seem to fit with Tamson, but there he was, walking across the marble floors with Jason at his heels.
He stepped out onto the sand and placed the surfboard in the back of his truck. He climbed up into the bed and went through everything he needed. Surfboards: Check. Lifejacket: Check. Picnic Gear: Check. Guitar: Didn't actually have plans to use it, but check. Couldn't hurt to have. He was pleased, but still he sighed. He looked back at his house, which was obliviously a mansion, he was just in denial. He would have turned it away, but his mother had asked him to take it. She said it would mean the world to her if he accepted the gift, and he just couldn't break that woman's heart. Tamson was a sucker for his mother. She was so fragile, and he had hurt her enough. What? What was one measly house? That's she had called it "a measly house, just so if you ever wanted me to visit, there'd be room". How the hell was he going to say no? How? He started to. It just didn't come out like he had planned. Then, he actually saw this "measly house". He almost shitted himself. Measly his ass.
"Tam!" A short dirty blonde came walking up to Tam's truck. "I got the boat all set. Want me to pick up Jason?"
"Yea, he's inside. Thanks, man." The blonde's name wasn't actually "man". It was Robert, but Tamson usually referred to him as "man", "brah", "dude", "fucker", or "Rob". He gave parasailing lessons to locals and tourists, but Tamson had met him at a bonfire with some mutual friends. Between the two, Tamson was winging this whole "not -a-date" thing. Tamson didn't have a fucking clue what they were doing. He figured he'd teach her to surf, but when the fish started to have dinner, so would they. Except, they had a boat. That would take them to a small island. That Rob would set up for them. That would be super romantic and make Tamson look irresistible, and then he'd ask. Nothing fucking clue how, he just would.
The two exchanged materials and Tam waved Rob off. He hoped off the side of his truck's bed and headed inside to grab a shirt. Sighing, he made his way to the front of his "measly house" and picked up his shirt from the couch. It was made of wet suit material, so it wasn't the traditional shirt he'd wear for a not-date. When he brought his head up and flicked his hair out of his face, he realized Jenny was at the door. He paused for a few seconds. Did he finish putting on his shirt? Make her wait? Did he answer? Would he look suggestive if he answered? He looked over his shoulder trying to avoid eye contact while he made a decision.
He opened the door with his arms in the sleeves of his shirt. He went in the middle, open the door with half of his shirt on. Not shoving his sculpted and tattooed body in her face, but not fully denying her the view. "Hey," Tamson smiled and finished putting his shirt on. He eyed her outfit, and then his. "You look nice." He looked at her shoes and his bare feet. "You're gonna need to take all of that off, though." He looked up at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. Tamson nodded his head toward the open sliding door. The back of his truck was in view. "We're gonna teach you to surf, princess."
word count , 1079.
tags , Princess Jennifer.
status , done, and i'll do the graphics when i get home.
notes , super late and rushed, so not the best by any margin.
