Falling In The Deep Blue

~1~ Thunder

Trystan's P.o.v.

It's not always easy to be an only child.
I mean, apart from the constant prejudices about me being spoiled and unable to share things, it can be lonely sometimes.
Growing up, you have no one to share your secrets with (apart from your pets and imaginary friends, but they don't count) and no one to blame when you did something wrong but don't want to be punished.
No one to fight with over the remote control or the last cookie.
No one you can see as a role model while growing up and no one to be a role model for.

And now, being out of my teenage years, it was still lonely. When your parents only have one child they can invest all their motivation, money and attention into your well-being, which can be, on the one hand, nice and beneficial but on the other hand, so incredibly annoying.

So yeah, it sucked to be an only child. What sucked even more, was the fact that I was thinking about this now, when the only thing I should be thinking about was how hot my girlfriend looked under me right now, all sweaty and about to-

"Trystan, say my name..." my girlfriend, Lea, half-whispered, half-moaned as she bucked up her hips, interrupting my more or less interesting train of thoughts.

Not again. I hated it when she made me say her name. Not that it was any better when we both stayed silent, but saying her name just made me feel like I was cheering her on to finally come, like she was some kind of girly football player and I the cheerleader captain. Horrible image.
Like I said, I hated it.

"Leeea.." I said, trying to ban the image of myself, swinging my arms in the air with two pink pom-poms in my hands, out my head.
My lovely girlfriend rammed her shark-teeth-sharp black nails into my back, scratching from the neck all the way down, as she finally reached her climax. Great, now I had to tell my surf class another bizarre story about the wild bear of Santa Monica attacking me from behind.
I'm not saying that I was glad it was over, though, but I kind of was.

I know what most would think now - that I am not in love with Lea - but that isn't true. I am in love with her.
I like cuddling with her, doing stuff with her like going shopping, visiting art museums and theaters.
It's just that I'm not really into sex. Maybe there's a word for it. I'm sure there is, there's pretty much a word for every sexuality possible out there.

"I didn't make you come...again." Lea mumbled into the sheets as she wrapped the blanket around her naked body, leaving nothing but the cold air to cover me up. Why, thank you.

"I told you, it's not your fault. I'm just really stressed out lately, you know juggling the studying and the surf-teaching. It's hard to relax." I explained to her, while I reached out to grab my boxers, which were laying at the edge of the bed.

"Am I not turning you on?" Lea asked, using one of her index fingers to lift up my chin. Her sharp nail dug into the delicate skin of my neck, which kind of made me feel like the tip of a knife was pressed to my throat. Could be seen as a metaphor, now that I think about it.

"No, it's not about that, I told you a hundred times." I said, restraining myself from rolling my eyes at her.
I know I can be mean sometimes and I also know that I am not the most romantic and considerate person out there, but Lea just has something about her that makes me want to barf sometimes.

"Look, I have to go." I said, while getting up from the bed.
"I promised Keith that we would have one last surfing day before he's off to New York next week, so today's our last opportunity. I'll make breakfast and then I'll head to the beach."

"But I heard there's gonna be a storm later. I don't think you should go out there today." Lea said, beginning to dress herself as well. Why did she always sound like my mother?
"I'm not afraid of storms. And I don't think it's gonna be that bad. Just a little wind. Besides, I can't let Keith down, I won't see him for two months!"