were able to make out a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed woman, walking confidently through the dunes. As she swam in, Austin saw Rory looking at her through the waves. "Damn, you're cute. I'd do anything to kiss you again," Austin whispered, laughing at herself and shaking her head as she walked out of the surf, to the woman waiting patiently for her.
"Morning," Rory exclaimed.
"Hey."
"I see you've beaten me to the punch this time."
"It's always good to get a head start. Besides, I made a terrible impression last time by showing up late, and then choking on the line. I figured what the hell, I'll go early and hope she's not there, so I can work out the bugs and get over my embarrassment."
Rory smiled. She was nervous deep down inside, for reasons she knew, but didn't want to admit. She hid it well on the surface.
"Well, shall we get the show on the road? The line's going off and looks like a pretty decent ride. It should work you a bit," Rory said, peering out at the waves.
"Yeah, I've been here for an hour. It's been tight all morning, hanging around five feet. It almost kicked my ass a few times."
"Great! I hope you're not completely worn out yet. This is the kind of wave that rides almost flat before it curls into a tight tube. It's the best for scoring major style points. Let me see what you can do."
"Sounds good." Austin grabbed her board and walked back towards the water as Rory sat down in the sand, with no clue as to what she was about to see.
All Rory knew was this girl intrigued her with a lot more than just her surfing style and that scared her. She'd never let anyone get close to her, except Martie, and Martie had been like a sister to her for nearly half her life. No, the feelings Austin stirred in her were much different.
Rory's nerves slowly settled as she watched Austin paddle out. She observed her waiting patiently for the perfect set. Austin began paddling like a mad woman, before popping up on her board and dropping on the face of a flawless five foot wave.
Austin's body molded into perfect form as her board ripped smoothly along the wave. Her right hand hung low, dragging softly through the water as it rushed under her. She quickly jerked her body, throwing the board into a tail slide, grabbing the right rail as she cut back, riding along the face of the wave, carving left and right, before spinning a three-sixty, launching into an aerial nose grab. She landed it almost perfectly, turning into a one-eighty spin, slashing across the top of the wave, throwing a spray of water in her wake.
Rory sat wide-eyed, amazed at what she had witnessed over the past half-hour as she'd watched Austin rip wave after wave with total insanity. Part of her wanted to jump up, screaming and shouting, because she was stoked at the limitless, free spirited way that Austin surfed, but the rational side of her wanted to call Austin in and explain to her the difference between control and chaos, mostly for the sake of the judges in a competition. I've never seen anything like her. How the hell do you teach someone to control their best feature? Wild and untamed is her style. You can't take that away from her. What are you about to get yourself into, Eden? This is definitely going to be one hell of a challenge. Rory looked back out towards the waves and was shocked to see Austin standing almost directly in front of her, toweling off her hair.
"Cat got your tongue?" Austin said, shaking her hair out.
"Uh…what…no I…" Rory stumbled for words as her blood raced south, abandoning her brain. "I was just thinking of something." Rory shook her head, trying to get her mind to refocus. She would be stupid if she lied and said she wasn't attracted to Austin. Anyone with a damn pulse would be attracted to her, but she needed to get her head on straight or she'd be in a world of trouble. She stood up, looking intently at a pair of gleaming gray eyes. "You looked good out there. Your style is so incredibly different from
"Morning," Rory exclaimed.
"Hey."
"I see you've beaten me to the punch this time."
"It's always good to get a head start. Besides, I made a terrible impression last time by showing up late, and then choking on the line. I figured what the hell, I'll go early and hope she's not there, so I can work out the bugs and get over my embarrassment."
Rory smiled. She was nervous deep down inside, for reasons she knew, but didn't want to admit. She hid it well on the surface.
"Well, shall we get the show on the road? The line's going off and looks like a pretty decent ride. It should work you a bit," Rory said, peering out at the waves.
"Yeah, I've been here for an hour. It's been tight all morning, hanging around five feet. It almost kicked my ass a few times."
"Great! I hope you're not completely worn out yet. This is the kind of wave that rides almost flat before it curls into a tight tube. It's the best for scoring major style points. Let me see what you can do."
"Sounds good." Austin grabbed her board and walked back towards the water as Rory sat down in the sand, with no clue as to what she was about to see.
All Rory knew was this girl intrigued her with a lot more than just her surfing style and that scared her. She'd never let anyone get close to her, except Martie, and Martie had been like a sister to her for nearly half her life. No, the feelings Austin stirred in her were much different.
Rory's nerves slowly settled as she watched Austin paddle out. She observed her waiting patiently for the perfect set. Austin began paddling like a mad woman, before popping up on her board and dropping on the face of a flawless five foot wave.
Austin's body molded into perfect form as her board ripped smoothly along the wave. Her right hand hung low, dragging softly through the water as it rushed under her. She quickly jerked her body, throwing the board into a tail slide, grabbing the right rail as she cut back, riding along the face of the wave, carving left and right, before spinning a three-sixty, launching into an aerial nose grab. She landed it almost perfectly, turning into a one-eighty spin, slashing across the top of the wave, throwing a spray of water in her wake.
Rory sat wide-eyed, amazed at what she had witnessed over the past half-hour as she'd watched Austin rip wave after wave with total insanity. Part of her wanted to jump up, screaming and shouting, because she was stoked at the limitless, free spirited way that Austin surfed, but the rational side of her wanted to call Austin in and explain to her the difference between control and chaos, mostly for the sake of the judges in a competition. I've never seen anything like her. How the hell do you teach someone to control their best feature? Wild and untamed is her style. You can't take that away from her. What are you about to get yourself into, Eden? This is definitely going to be one hell of a challenge. Rory looked back out towards the waves and was shocked to see Austin standing almost directly in front of her, toweling off her hair.
"Cat got your tongue?" Austin said, shaking her hair out.
"Uh…what…no I…" Rory stumbled for words as her blood raced south, abandoning her brain. "I was just thinking of something." Rory shook her head, trying to get her mind to refocus. She would be stupid if she lied and said she wasn't attracted to Austin. Anyone with a damn pulse would be attracted to her, but she needed to get her head on straight or she'd be in a world of trouble. She stood up, looking intently at a pair of gleaming gray eyes. "You looked good out there. Your style is so incredibly different from
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