Let Me Go

by Lily Foster

  “Here you go, lovely Kasia. How does it feel?”

  “Like heaven. Oh good, I’m starving,” she said as she took a few crackers and some of the cheese. “You know what I was just thinking, Dylan?”

  “I’m dying to know, Kasia,” I teased.

  She splashed me gently and smiled. “The past few weeks you’ve been listening to me talk about the store, the plans, the renovations—everything—I’ve been at it non-stop. I haven’t really asked you how it’s been for you. Do you feel a lot of pressure there? It’s just, you’re so young and you’re expected to be the boss to men and women that are older than you.”

  “You know, I’ve never thought about that? I just expect be above them. Wait, I sound like a dick. What I meant was that I’ve been being groomed for this since I was a kid. I expected to come in as management. It’s like my father, the CEO, is my direct mentor. No one else is above me there. I’m expected to assume that role. I don’t feel pressure in a bad way…it’s exciting to me.”

  She smiled as she sipped her beer. “I guess that’s why you don’t mind all the long hours.”

  “The days just fly. But I have a lot to learn and that’s intimidating sometimes.”

  “I’d like to see you in a business meeting someday. I bet it would be a turn-on.” With that, she reached back to put her beer down and then both hands moved back to undo her top.

  “What are you doing, Kasia?”

  “Me? Nothing,” she whispered as she made her way to me and then sat straddling me. She reached down beneath the water and then undid the ties on the sides of her bikini bottom. “I think I lost my suit,” she murmured between kisses that she trailed along my neck.

  “How many times can I fuck you tonight, Kasia? I know I’m not going to be able to get enough of you.”

  “Now, then later in the shower, then again in your bed…three times.”

  “I’m good with that.”

  “Take yours off. I want to feel you against me.”

  I slid off my suit and sat her back in my lap. I ran my hands up and down her back as she kissed me. This was heaven. “You know, we’re gonna be ok.”

  “Huh?” she breathed, sounding like she was drugged with desire.

  I pulled back a few inches. “We’re going to be ok with the distance. I’m never going to let anything come between us, Kasia.”

  She smiled at me. “I just hate being away from you. Video chats are painful—no touching, no kissing.”

  “But then we’ll be together like this, touching,” I kissed her lips softly, “and kissing.” I moved then to touch her breasts and take them, one by one, in my mouth as she arched her back so that she was pressing closer into me. The sun had set by then and we were lit only by the moon. “Come.” I led her out of the hot tub and was heading into the house when she tugged at my hand in the other direction and led me over to the deck railing. “Yeah? Outside?”

  “There’s no one around, right?”

  “We’re all alone.”

  She turned facing the railing and took my hands to wrap around her from the back, placing one on her breast and leading one down between her legs. “Touch me, Dylan.”

  I appreciated these times when Kasia showed me, proved to me, that life with her would be anything but bland and boring. “You’re so fucking hot, Kasia. So wet for me. Your body, baby, it’s so perfect. So perfect for me.”

  “Dylan, I need it now.”

  “You need me, Kasia?”

  I had her moaning with my touch. “I need you, please,” she pleaded. “Oh,” she breathed as I eased into her and she braced herself against the railing. “Fuck me, Dylan. I need this.”

  Damn, I’d missed this. Just me and Kasia, no one but us; everything we said, everything we did, just between us, just for us.

  It was after I came, hard and strong, that I realized I’d used no protection. “Baby, we’re ok, right?”

  She looked back to me, her breathing still ragged. “Yes, Dylan, of course I’m still on the pill.”

  “We’ve just never—”

  She turned and pressed her body against mine, “I know—done it without. It felt pretty great, though, right? But not a good idea. We won’t do that again.”

  “You always feel incredible, Kasia, but that was…so, so good. I guess it’s ok to go without, I mean it’s just you and me.”

  She kissed me and then shook head. “Neither one of us would be ready for the consequences, so it’s best we don’t take any chances. Now come on,” she said as she led me inside, “I was feeling pretty ballsy before but all of a sudden, I’m worried that someone could be watching us.”

  “If someone was, then they just go quite a show.”

  “It was pretty hot, right?”

  “So hot, that I want to do it again.”

  “Shower with me?”

  I loved this girl.

  We fell asleep together wrapped up in my fluffy down comforter after I’d hit my version of the trifecta.

  Kasia

  I sat up in the bed with a start. What time was it? There were voices downstairs. Shit, Dylan’s parents were here already. I pulled the comforter up to cover my breasts and then nudged him. “Dylan!” I whispered loudly, “Did you bring my bag upstairs last night?”

  “Wha?” he said sleepily before rolling over.

  I was in a near-panic state. “Dylan! Your mom and dad are here. I have no clothes up here! Get. Up.”

  He raked his hands over his face. “What the fuck are they doing here so early? They ruined my plans of snuggling with you all morning.” With that he rolled his body on top of me again, trapping me, and threw the comforter over us both so that we were covered head to toe. He was hard, which made me simultaneously want to do him again and also made me laugh. “That’s funny, huh? You little tease. Now you’re gonna get it and I don’t care who hears us.”

  “Oh my God, Dylan, stop! And our bathing suits are out on the deck!” I was now feeling physically sick. “Please, Dylan, go downstairs, stash the suits and then bring up my luggage. I’m going to hop into the shower.”

  He groaned, “Alright, I’m going.” He looked back at me and winked. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell them I slept in the guest room last night.”

  “Yeah, they’ll believe that.”

  “That, sweet Kasia, is the difference between our parents. Mine won’t care.”

  When I came out of the bathroom, my bag was in the room but I could hear Dylan talking with his parents downstairs. I took a little extra time blow drying my hair; I wanted to look good. Over a bathing suit—today I picked a one-piece—I wore one of my designs, a casual tunic dresses in a hot pink with white floral detail print.

  I made my way downstairs, suddenly feeling uneasy. I’m sure Dylan didn’t feel completely at ease around my parents either but surely he got the vibe that they liked him. I, on the other hand, didn’t know where I stood with Margot and Vince Cole.

  “There she is,” Dylan beamed as I joined them in the kitchen.

  “Hello, Kasia, it’s good to see you again.” Mr. Cole wasn’t overly formal but wasn’t overly warm either; he was somewhere in between.

  Mrs. Cole came over to me and held me in a light embrace before kissing me on both cheeks—how European of her—ugh. “Dear, it’s so wonderful to see you.”

  “You too,” I said as I looked from one to the other. “You have such a beautiful home. Thank you for having me.”

  “I do love it here. It’s so relaxing, isn’t it?”

  “It is. This is my first time on Martha’s Vineyard. I think I’ve fallen in love with it already.”

  “Kasia was a good sport yesterday. We must have ridden ten or twelve miles. We were all over the island.”

  “But we didn’t hit the beaches yet. That’s today’s plan?” I looked to Dylan.

  “Yep. We’ll head to South Beach for a while and then back over towards Menemsha. Then we’re getting fried clams.”

  “Oh, please be back in time to head to the Ta
te’s later. They’ve invited us for dinner.”

  Dylan shook his head and put his hand up. “Mom, I’m seeing all of those people tomorrow. We’ve already got the day planned.”

  “Dylan, I’ve already told them that you and Kasia were joining us.”

  I put my hand on his arm. “I don’t mind, Dylan.”

  He looked like his level of aggravation was steadily increasing as he gently put his other hand on the one I was resting on his arm. “I mind, Kasia. I never get to see you and I have the day planned out for us.”

  Mr. Cole shrugged. “Margot, just tell Bunny and Paul that they aren’t coming. You should have asked Dylan first.”

  “Ok,” she said in a clipped voice. “I’ll tell them. I just hope Cecilia isn’t there alone, bored by the adults.”

  Dylan’s tone was sharp. “She’s not five, Mother. I’m sure she’ll survive.”

  His mother brightened then, smiling broadly. “It’s fine, really.” Looking to me she said, “Kasia, come, let me show you the garden. We can pick some herbs. I’m about to make a frittata.”

  By her abrupt change in attitude, I got the feeling that Mrs. Cole didn’t like negative confrontations. I was happy for that because the exchange in the kitchen between her and Dylan had actually made me perspire—and the central air was cranking in that house. “Dylan is very possessive of you—of his time with you, dear. You must be very special to him.”

  “Mrs. Cole, I’d be happy to go to dinner with your friends tonight. I can try to convince him.”

  “Thank you, but it’s really unnecessary. And, you should know, once one of the Cole men makes a decision, they are not easily deterred.”

  I smiled when she smiled at me. We were quiet then, walking along a path in the backyard. “Kasia, Dylan tells me your brother is a landscaper.”

  “Yes, Aleksander. He’s actually done a few properties up here for his New York-based clients.”

  “Fascinating.”

  She had a habit of throwing out one-word utterances like that which left you questioning her meaning. Was she fascinated or thoroughly unimpressed?

  “And your other brothers? There are four of you all together, correct?”

  When she said the number four, she did so with raised eyebrows. Maybe I was being overly sensitive but I assumed she deemed this to be entirely too many children for one family. “Yes there are four of us. My brother Michal is an attorney and my brother Tomasz is an analyst at an investment bank.” I made sure to pronounce my brother’s names using the full-on Polish accent. Just because.

  “All very accomplished.”

  “Thank you. I’m proud of my brothers.”

  “And Dylan speaks very highly of you, Kasia. He finds your business acumen very impressive.”

  I swallowed. The pressure of this little “get to know you chat” was wearing on me. “That’s yet to be seen, Mrs. Cole. I’m really just starting out.”

  She snapped some herbs off their stems and handed them to me. “You make Dylan very happy, Kasia.”

  “I hope so.”

  “Come,” she took my free hand in hers and smiled at me, “you’ll help me cook this thing. I have no idea what I’m doing in the kitchen.”

  I tried not to exhale audibly but was breathing a sigh of relief at her friendly overture. I still did not feel like the woman truly liked me but this was a start.

  Dylan

  “Do you think it was a good idea to blow your mom off about tonight, Dylan?”

  “Do you think spending an evening with Bunny and Paul would be enjoyable?”

  “Yeah, I can’t believe a grown woman goes by the name Bunny. I can almost envision her sipping a vodka tonic at the club after her tennis lesson.”

  He pinched my ass as we made our way to the shed for the bikes. “You’re not far off the mark.”

  “Ouch!”

  “My mother will live. I’m not wasting any of our time together fulfilling her social obligations.”

  “Hey, where’s Anna?”

  “She’s coming tomorrow. She spent the week with her mother and she’s coming here tomorrow with Uncle Todd and her step-monster.”

  “I guess the divorce was tough on Anna?”

  “My Uncle Todd is an absolute dickhead. Todd’s ex—Anna’s mother—is a selfish and immature woman. It’s amazing that they produced a person as great as Anna.”

  “Your mother is very good to her.”

  I nodded. “Anna brings out the best in her for some reason.” As we went to roll the bikes out of the shed I stopped for a moment and took her hand. “My mother is a good person but she can be small-minded and harsh sometimes. I understand that about her.”

  She looked at me warily. “Dylan, you sound like you’re trying to prepare me for something—for her disapproval.”

  “I’m sure she loves you, Kasia.” That was not true but my mother better come to love Kasia. “I’m just letting you know she’s not warm like your mom and dad are. I mean, she’s not a cold bitch or anything but she might not make you, uh, feel the love, you know what I mean?”

  She laughed, “Yeah, I get it.”

  There was no fucking way I was spending the night at the Tates’. Not only because of what had transpired in Palm Beach—that was a major reason—but also because I’d gotten the feeling that what Melanie had said about Cecilia had a shred of truth to it. She did give off the impression that she was into me and I didn’t want Kasia getting any odd vibes from prolonged encounters with any of those girls. Anyway, I did have plans for me and Kasia and we wound up having a great day.

  South Beach was crowded and fun; I ran into some old acquaintances and Kasia and I played in some volleyball games and had a beer with them before heading over to a more secluded beach on the island. There was something about being in the water that made making out so much sexier. I found myself wishing that my parents hadn’t arrived until a day later; Kasia and I hadn’t had a chance to swim in our pool naked together yet. I made a mental note that during the next visit that would be on the agenda. As the sun set that night, Kasia and I sat eating fried clams, holding hands, totally and completely relaxed.

  “Where are you sleeping tonight?” She broke into my bliss.

  “Uh…in my bed…with you. Duh.”

  She winced. “I know your parents are way cooler than mine but, Dylan, I don’t think that’s a good idea. They’ll think I’m too bold,” she smiled, “or that I’m easy.”

  I threw my head back, exasperated but laughing. “Alright, I’ll take a guestroom tonight. My parents aren’t staying at the house the night of the party though, so it’ll just be for one night.”

  “One night…that won’t be so terrible, right?” She was frowning as she said it.

  “Not if I take you home now and have my way with you before they’re back from Bunny’s. C’mon, let’s go.”

  “Ok. But I want you to call me Bunny while you,” she gave me her best soap opera-seductress look, “make love to me.”

  “You’re a whack job, Bunny.” I put on my best orgasmic voice. “Oh, Bunny,” I was chasing her back down the path towards the bikes now while she was laughing in fits, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Bunny.”

  When my parents came in, Kasia and I were curled up on the couch watching the Yankee game. Actually, I was watching the game while Kasia was asleep against me. My father waved and went right upstairs but my mother lingered. “How was dinner, Mom?”

  “Nice. Cecilia was stuck with us, though. I’m sure she was disappointed you weren’t there. She’s excited about the party tomorrow.”

  The mention of her name while Kasia was lying beside me rolled my stomach. I managed to reply, disinterested, “That’s nice.”

  “Well, I’m heading up. The caterers, florists and table deliveries will be here early. Are you taking Kasia up?”

  “Yeah, I’ll take her up now. I’m staying in the guest bedroom next to yours.”

  “Why?”

  “Kasia’s family is pretty st
rict. She’d feel funny about staying with me while you’re here.”

  Amused, she said, “She didn’t feel funny about leaving her bathing suit strewn on the back deck yesterday.”

  “Mom, please.” I hoped she realized the “please” was meant to convey a great deal. Please be good to her, please don’t make her feel uncomfortable around all those snooty women tomorrow, and please…love her.

  She might have gotten the unspoken message because after leaning down to kiss my cheek, she reached over and stroked Kasia’s hair for a moment. “She’s such a beauty, Dylan.”

  “I know.”

  Kasia

  I couldn’t believe I’d slept until ten. I must have been wiped out from all the exercise I’d had. I think I’d put more miles on a bike in the last two days than I had in all of my life. My muscles ached in a nice way as I made my way downstairs after showering.

  The main floor buzzed with activity. There were at least seven or eight various delivery people there being directed by Mrs. Cole, who stood in the middle of the mayhem, totally composed, holding a clipboard. “Good morning, Mrs. Cole.”

  “Ah, Kasia, I’m glad you had a good sleep.”

  Surveying the organized chaos I offered, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

  “No, dear, take the morning and go get pampered in town.” I got the distinct impression I’d be in the way so I was happy to be dismissed. “Our guests will be arriving at three.”

  Dylan sidled up behind me then. “Hey, I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. Want to ride into town with me? I want to go pick up a new tie for later.” He whispered when his mother’s attention was drawn away, “I just want to get out of here. My mother is in social animal-party planner mode.”

  We spent a few hours in town. We split up so that I could go get a manicure and pedicure. I actually wound up getting my hair blown out as well. Nothing crazy; I didn’t want to look different but I didn’t want my hair to be a frizzy mess from the humidity and sea breeze either. A blow-out would ensure that my hair looked silky all day long and for reasons and feelings I was trying my best to ignore, I felt the need to look spectacular today.

  I came upon Dylan sitting at an outdoor table at a coffee shop, reading the financial section. He looked up when I approached. “Well, hello,” he said as he looked me over head to toe, appreciatively.