Kevin didn’t hesitate any longer. Stroking her sinewy buttocks, he rubbed against her. Quickly, he shed his clothing, and let his penis rest between her legs. He felt the moistness there, as she took him and softly stroked his length, gradually inserting him inside her. Unable to hold back, he plunging his turgid, rod into her moist pussy. She jerked wildly and rotated her hips to accommodate him. They were half-submerged in water, her vagina, making squelching noises as he rammed into her. He increased his pace, prompted by her guttural moans. He pinned her backside into his body, bending her forward as he fucked her nonstop until she screamed with joy. They climaxed simultaneously, and they stood relishing the delightful threads of pleasure traversing their bodies. She turned to face him, her arms encircling his neck, clinging to him as he held her, supporting her limp body with his strong arms.
Kevin came to his senses, when she stirred and took a step out of the water. She was grinning impishly as she moved forward, not bothering to look behind her. “Thank you,” she muttered, “that was wonderful.”
“Yes, it was,” Kevin replied. “I’m Kevin. What’s your name?” he called to her retreating back.
But she didn’t respond. With one fluid motion, she slipped on her robe and drifted away, not bothering to look back.
Kevin watched as she walked towards her cottage, her long strides covering the distance within minutes. I should know her name. I fucked her and I even don’t know her name. You’re such an asshole Kevin Potter, he chided himself. Tomorrow, I’ll pay her a visit and introduce myself properly.
Chapter 4
The next day, Kevin woke up early. He jogged along the beach, took a shower and got dressed in a comfortable outfit: khaki shorts and t-shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders and firm abs. He ventured to her cottage boldly., What we had was pretty special, wasn’t it? he grinned. Or was he just needy? Naïve?
The little log cottage was covered in vines. Kevin stood at the door, looking down onto a red painted porch, with moss and weeds creeping through the slats. “Hello, anybody home?” he called out, ringing the doorbell.
There was no sound.
“Hello,” he yelled again and rang the doorbell twice.
There was no answer. Perhaps, she was still sleeping, he thought. He sat on the wooden steps and stared up at the blue sky filled with puffy white clouds. He looked down at the sea below. Their similar colors seemed to merge at some point in the far horizon.
Kevin stood, rang the doorbell again, knocking at the same time. He was making a ruckus but there was no one around. She must have gone somewhere, he realized. Will I ever see her again? he asked no one in particular.
Trudging back to his cottage he felt the old depression hang over him like an ominous cloud.
That night, Kevin waited patiently for her in the spot where he had seen her first. He waited for hours, but she didn’t appear. He could see, looking towards it, that her cottage was in darkness. She had departed, he realized. What was I expecting? he thought to himself as he opened the door to his little cabin. Sighing, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and flopped onto the saggy old couch to watch TV. Had he imagined her?
It was past 2 a.m. when he dragged himself to bed. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep soundly. Drifting between consciousness and sleep, he dreamed of her standing beside his bed, kneading his body with her gentle fingers, kissing him, her fresh-smelling breath engulfing him with warmth; her womanly scent making him dizzy with yearning as his body ached for more.
He awakened when his semen sipped through his underwear.
“Fuck!” he cursed, kicking off his brief in disgust. I’m not getting better. I’m crazier than ever!
He was bewitched by the woman on the beach. Because of her, he had altogether forgotten Ella. But was she real? He was drying himself with a towel by the window when a speck of white caught his attention. An orange hue rose from the east above the expanse of water as dawn neared.
It must be her. He had not seen anyone swimming on the beach, except her, since the day he’d arrived. He ran as fast as his feet could carry him towards the flapping clothing, stopping when he saw the incredible sight before him.
She was lying supine. Her white robe was partially opened exposing her velvety skin. The lower portion of her robe fluttered as a strong gust of wind came from the sea. She looked like a goddess. Her lovely face was framed with her long, black tresses. One of her shapely legs was exposed due to her bended knees. Her dark fringed eyes were closed. There was a certain loneliness that emanated from her. Kevin could sense how desolate she was. What was she doing by the sea at this early hour? Kevin wondered.
He approached her warily. Stopping, he looked down on her. “Hi. How have you been?” he asked, when she stirred.
She seemed not to hear him. She didn’t open her eyes either. Instead, she discarded her robe in one quick motion. There was nothing underneath it. She was naked, and her body looked to be as taut as a violin string, waiting to be plucked.
Kevin caught his breath and said, “Let me introduce myself. . . ,” but before he could finish the sentence, she lowered her hand to her crack and played with its outer lips. “Hmmmmm,” she sighed contentedly.
Kevin’s erection was instant. His dick stood at attention as he watched her fingers flick her clit repeatedly. She writhed and moved her hips from side to side, “Ooooooh,” she crooned.
Kevin’s blood boiled with desire. He wanted her badly. He slipped out of his shorts and knelt between her thighs. She moaned, her eyes closed. He buried his face in her muff and basked in her musky scent as he glided his tongue around the opening of her vagina. She reared wildly, groaning as if in pain and despair.
“Yes, yes, go on, please,” she cried, craning her neck in unadulterated yearning.
He licked and lapped at her clit then, and inserted his fingers into her drenched vulva. He slid his fingers in and out of her quivering slit as he sucked her clit, relishing the musky saltiness of her; glorying in her pleasure. She moaned crazily. He went on for several minutes until he could feel her nearing orgasm.
He mounted her then, spreading her thighs wider as he humped her in powerful strokes until the whites of her eyes appeared and she was thrashing wildly, uttering phrases he couldn’t understand. He bent and rolled her nipples in his mouth as his dick remained sealed to her slit. She was not as tight as a virgin, but her contracting muscles held enough friction that delighted his senses and made him want to go on pumping the living daylights out of her.
Just then she wailed, crying out, “Fuck meeee, oh God,” before she let out a long drawn-out shriek that signified her climax.
Kevin delved deeper into her love pocket until her vaginal walls milked him into an exploding ejaculation. He lay on top of her for a few minutes before he disengaged. She didn’t stir from her position; her thighs still wide and inviting, and her love juices oozing out of her sodden vagina. She murmured softly, talking to no one in particular.
Then she abruptly rose and covered her nakedness with her robe before walking towards her cottage.
“Hey,” Kevin called out, “wait.”
But she took no notice of him. She ran happily away from him, her face radiant with the glow of sexual satisfaction.
He followed her to her cottage but before he could catch up, she entered and slammed the door shut behind her.
Breathless, desperate, Kevin knocked on her door. “Hey, open the door, let’s talk,” he shouted. She didn’t respond. “Let’s get to know each other,” he called out again, but there was no answer.
Chapter 5
The early morning sun peeked through the rim of the sea as Kevin lumbered to his cottage. What was the matter with her? Who was she? Yet he couldn’t get over her.
A new kind of agitation overtook Kevin as the day wore on. He tried to focus on just the act of living; making coffee, breakfast, enjoying the sun beating down on his face, the breeze by the ocean … but so many questions invaded his mind. And the day dragged on inte
rminably. He wanted to go her place and introduce himself properly. He wanted to know her better, and stay with her for a longer period of time. It appeared, though, that she wasn’t interested in him as a person.
The next day was no better. He jogged during the early hours of dawn, as usual, but didn’t see her. He sat by the beach until the sun rose over the horizon, hoping that she would appear. But she was nowhere in sight.
Exasperated, he decided to walk farther along the coast. The few people he met seemed to be indifferent and unfriendly. No one spoke to him. It was unlike when he had first arrived. Coming upon a group of people speaking animatedly, he stopped and listened.
“The missing person was found yesterday,” he heard a woman say. “He drowned . . . ,” the words drifted away as the group continued walking along the beach. He stood, watching them disappear into the distance. Confused.
Had someone drowned here? he wondered.
Back at his cottage, he stayed by the window, looking out now and then at the vast expanse of sand. Was she here? Would he see her? Was she just a figment of his imagination? He wanted to be with her, to touch her silky skin and smell her musky scent once again. He ached for her!
Night time came, and Kevin prepared to scour the beach again to find the mystery woman. He jogged back and forth, but not even her shadow materialized. From the distance, he could see that the lights were on in her cottage. Perhaps, she slept in the early evening?
His steps led him to her cottage. He was hesitant to knock because he might awaken her. Peering through the glass windows, he saw nothing. He tried the door and found that it was unlocked. Silly girl, he frowned. He went from room to room looking for her. In the bedroom, he found her sprawled on the floor at the foot of the bed with an empty bottle of wine beside her. She was dead to the world.
Is she suffering and in agony, like me? Kevin tenderly lifted her and placed her on the bed. He tucked a long, dark hair behind her ears as he stared at her beautiful face. There were dark circles around her eyes, indicating she had sleepless nights just as he did. Her face in repose was angelic, but lines of sorrow were etched on her knitted forehead.
“Are you as lonely as I am?” Kevin asked her, touching her face with the back of his palm. “What happened to you?”
Kevin slipped next to her on the bed and used his arm to support her head. She reeked of alcohol, but he was beyond caring. As if aware of his presence, she snuggled closer to him, resting her head at the center of his chest. He felt a sudden flood of warmth. He wanted to cover all parts of her body with his own and straddle her, but she was drunk. He wouldn’t take advantage.
The hours ticked by and she slept like a baby, enclosed in his muscular arms. She would mumble from time to time and huddle closer to him, wanting to stay in the comfort of his arms.
Kevin attempted to rise and surreptitiously leave, but she clung to him, not wanting to let go. He fell asleep, as well, and when he came to, she was massaging his semi-turgid penis. His senses promptly reacted and he kissed her on the mouth, sucking her lips and capturing her tongue with his own. She moaned, rubbing her groin against his now very firm erection.
His hands fondled her breasts and his phallus slipped into her slit as they lay side by side facing each other. He lifted one of her thighs and pressed her pussy to his cock as he entered her in one, strong shove. She groaned in ecstasy as he began thrusting, digging deeper and harder into her eager vulva.
“Yes,” she wiggled her hips, “yes, harder, go harder,” she commanded hoarsely.
Kevin relished her sweetness as his dick went in and out, rubbing the outer lips of her petals and pinning her clit as he slammed his pubis into her.
She cried in pleasure, grinding herself into him.
“Ohmygod, I want you” Kevin bellowed, as he increased his rhythm, holding her ass with his two hands, while he entered her, again, and again, and again.
She groaned madly and shuddered, in a dreamy, catatonic state.
“I’m coming,” Kevin growled, pushing his dick deep into the folds of her slit.
She came next, shouting in glee, sucking his neck passionately, giving him a visible kiss mark.
Kevin waited for her to open her eyes to ask him who he was, but she went back to sleep. He continued scrutinizing her lovely facial features, until he dozed off to sleep as well.
Chapter 6
The loud knocks on the door and the persistent ringing of the doorbell awakened Kevin. Shit! Who is it? Kevin panicked. It was morning, and what would people think if they saw him there?
He quickly dressed without bothering her, and ran to the window to escape. Hearing voices, he sprinted back to his cottage, grateful that they were not caught in the act. Is she single? he suddenly wondered. I’ll go back later when the visitors are gone.
He showered and donned his jogging suit for his morning run. Halfway through his route, he heard a commotion coming from one of the ships docked at the harbor. The crowd was growing in number and there were shouts of dismay and horror.
“Oh, mercy,” one woman exclaimed, pointing her fingers at the bottom of the small ship. There was a body floating in the frothy water.
Kevin’s eyes slowly adjusted to the glare of the light as he stood on his toes to take a peek.
Just then a police car approached and the crowd was dispersed, as the police cordoned off the area and retrieved the body from the water.
Kevin watched from a safe distance, feeling an uneasiness in the pit of his stomach. The police were busy hauling the body up. It was covered with a white blanket when it was finally hurled up onto the deck. Hurriedly they whisked it to the waiting ambulance. One arm of the corpse fell from the stretcher and a gold plated watch glinted from its hand as the rays of the sun struck it.
Kevin clutched his chest as he stared at the watch. It was similar to his. He looked down on his hand, and saw the same branded watch. How silly of him. Millions of people, probably, had the same Cartier watch he had.
Instinctively, he ran straight to the stretcher as it was being pushed inside, unmindful of the officers around him. He knew he had to see the face of the corpse. No one bothered him as he grasped the blanket and jerked it away.
What he saw jolted him. Gasping, he looked down to see his own face reflected in the dead man’s face. Was it an identical twin?
One officer handed a wallet to the chief. “Here are his identity cards. Kevin Potter, 26, from Maryland.”
Kevin blanched. His body was engulfed in turmoil He shouted, “I’m here! This is not me! I’m right here.”
But the chief seemed unaware of his presence. He was shaking his head saying to the other policeman: “Based on the condition of the body, he must have died several days ago.”
Kevin yelled again, “I’m here. I’m not dead. I’M NOT DEAD!”
“He’s a tourist,” the chief continued. He knew all the locals like the back of his hand. “Check all the cottages that are rented around the area. And contact his relatives.”
“I’m an orphan!” Kevin yelled. The veins around his throat bulged. But it was useless. The wind blew his voice into the silence of the ocean’s depths.
No one noticed Kevin as he ran from one person to the other, shouting his lungs out, telling them that he was not dead. He clutched the officer’s arm to shake him but his hand went through the solid matter. He was now floating around the corpse. Gradually it struck him. They didn’t see him. His hands were not able to touch the offier’s arm. They couldn’t hear him. He was that corpse! He was really dead!
He stood there weeping as the ambulance carrying his body sped through the empty streets. He wept until he was exhausted. The crowd had dispersed and he was left alone, sitting on the ground.
As Kevin began accepting the realization that he was, indeed, dead, his ability to touch things gradually disappeared.
The strange happenings during the past days…Could the woman on the beach see or hear him?
What about the woman in the grocery st
ore? She had seen him and talked to him. That was six days ago. Perhaps, he was really alive then? He searched his memory thoroughly. How had he died? Maybe I’ll wake up and find this has been a nightmare.
Kevin walked the coastal harbor in a daze, moving amongst the living as a ghost. Then he laughed to himself. I am a ghost!
His feet led him to the woman’s cottage. It was eleven in the morning but the woman was still asleep, murmuring softly in her dreams. How had he been able to make love to her? He stared at her peaceful face and a heavy weight settled in his chest. Had he fallen in love with her? Was he finally free from the memories of Ella?
He stood there, looking down on her. No longer need he worry about being found intruding! Glancing around her tiny bedroom, he saw pieces of crumpled paper on her bedside table. He walked over and picked them up. There, too, on the table was a diary. Looking down, he took note of the strong strokes of her penmanship. Her diary was open. On the page he read the following words:
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