I attack an approaching wave, my arms leading the way, and as my head submerges, I think I see movement on the adjacent hill. When I poke my head back through the water and check the landscape, nothing is there but the stone wall, a tethered goat, and her two kids. Not even a bird moves in the quiet inlet. Again, I peer up the path.
Paranoia overtakes me, so I forgo my shower at the beach and opt to bathe at the house. I don my new blue dress and make a light supper. The red wine washes it down nicely. My raw nerves beg me for another glass, but I don’t want to be tipsy when Matt comes. After an hour, I don’t fight them.
A car door slamming on the main road brings my heart to my throat. I nearly skip from the veranda, down the stairs, through the kitchen to the front door. A thin layer of perspiration races to coat my skin and blood floods my cheeks. The thud of disappointment rings in my ears when Carla struts through the door.
“You look surprised to see me.”
I try to look disinterested. “I thought you were Matt.”
“Did he go into town?”
Obviously, she also assumed he would accompany me home. I don’t care to go into the complications, so I shrug. “He should be here soon.”
She passes me and rushes into her room.
“We need to talk,” I tell her. “Mom called today, and wants to know if you’ve made up your mind about Minnesota State. She says you need to answer your phone.”
“I’m not staying,” she calls back. “Tasos is waiting for me. He has his uncle’s car.”
“You need to call her. She has to know if she needs to make dorm arrangements.”
She bounces past me in a fresh set of clothes. “I’m going to Amsterdam with Tasos at the end of the summer,” she says without slowing down.
“Of course you are,” I mutter. “What will you do in Amsterdam? What about money?” I call, but she is gone.
At least she’ll be out of my hair, but I worry. At her age, I had my own offers to run off to more exotic European countries, but logic prevailed. Carla doesn’t have the common sense to stay out of trouble. When it comes, I will likely have to rescue her. My only hope is that Tasos moves on to another target before summer ends. With no marketable skills and no bankroll, will he take her on for anything beyond a summer fling?
Though it is brief, I’m glad for the diversion and the opportunity to ponder her possible missteps, but all too soon, my anxiety returns. What do I really know of Matt? Is he the kind of man to make such promises and then back out? Last night, he begged me for another chance – a worthless chance, by all indications. The trust he asked for is quickly disintegrating, and the pain he promised not to cause fills me as the hours drag by.
At midnight, I give up and walk down to the beach. The night is moonless, and I stumble a few times. Though I haven’t planned to swim, the luminous phosphorescence of the waves lapping the shore change my mind. Leaving my dress and underwear in a heap on the sand, I run at the water, kicking and splashing. My heart is lighter for the childlike fascination and display, and I lose myself to the magical glow of the water droplets. I spin and drag my hand in the water, and I’m surrounded by a glowing wave and neon bluish-green beads of water flying through the air. This phosphorescence occurrence is not common. At least, it’s not common for me. It might be if I visited at night more often.
Too soon, my attention wanes. The experience would be more fun if I had someone to share it with. In my youth, I spent many nights playing in the glowing water with Carla and our parents. Dad would take turns tossing my sister and I from his shoulders. Our squeals of delight would echo off the sounding hills.
In stark loneliness, my dashed hopes come creeping back, but then, I am no longer alone. I turn, and there is Matt, wading toward me. Before I have time to process any thoughts, his hands are on me, pulling me into his arms.
His lips brush across my cheek, to my ear. “I’m so sorry, baby girl. Please forgive me.”
Part VIII
The sight of her playing in the surf was more than I could stand. All day and all night, my head and my heart fought for control until they agreed – there was no way to ignore my feelings, or the past, where I kept those feelings bottled up for so long. I was the crazy one. But, I wouldn’t be the one to warn her away.
I abandoned my hiding spot and ran to her, not bothering to remove my clothes, or even to shed my cell phone and wallet. The decision and need to possess her hit me too unexpectedly. I didn’t offer any explanation. Instead, I showed her my remorse. If possible, I would have swallowed her whole, taken her within my own body, and never let go.
She allowed me to taste her salty-sweet lips –as I teased them with my own, tugging at their softness, my pulse pounded in my ears. When they parted, she inhaled sharply, and I chased the air with my tongue until I found hers. The power of her kiss, her nakedness beneath my touch, the cool water washing around us – all combined and left me light-headed. What kind of fool was I to think I could just let this slip away? Never in my life could I remember feeling so euphoric. No more would I play the fool, so terrified of my own emotions that I created a false reality, obsessed about meaningless details.
I needed her now. When I lifted her and aimed for the beach, the swirling sea made my steps clumsy, and we tumbled into the surf. Jenny’s head splashed into the water. The outline glowed light blue, giving her a halo. It fit. She was my angel.
Her chest heaved, out of breath, so I leaned on my elbow and released her lips. I trailed kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and across her chest. When I cupped her breast, a peaked nipple strained toward me. I pulled it between my lips and attacked it with my tongue. The moan reverberated through her body as I circled the tip and gently suctioned.
It was the stuff of chick-flicks – romantic lovemaking on the beach. Only the moon was missing. My cock strained against the wet material of my shorts and Jenny’s hand as she grasped and stroked me. I ran my fingers over the splash of pubic hair above her pussy, and reached between her legs.
“No –” she cried, pushing against my chest.
It took a moment for my mind to pull out of its lustful haze. She was stopping me? It was something I had considered, but didn’t plan for.
“The sand. It will hurt,” she said.
“Yeah?” My tone relayed my relief.
“Yeah. It gets in places people shouldn’t have sand, and it scratches,” she giggled.
I rose to my knees and stood. She eagerly took my hand and came to a stand in front of me. Never letting go, she pulled me up the beach. “Let’s shower off over here,” she said. “Salt water isn’t much better than sand.”
“You really know how to kill a moment.”
She stopped and pulled me close. Looking into my eyes, she gave me a light kiss. “What I want to do to you will last much longer than a moment. It may take all night, and if we don’t take care, it could end up more painful than pleasurable.”
I followed her to the jury-rigged shower, anticipating a cold blast of water, but instead, a pleasant warm rush rained over us. Her hands trembled against my skin when she pulled at the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head and off my arms. As she worked the closure of my shorts, I brushed the hair from her face, cupped her chin and kissed her again, soft and slow, allowing the pleasure to spread through every inch of my body. This was more than just a kiss – more than just sex. Taking this step, I knew, would catapult me into something that, until now, I didn’t know was missing in my life.
Her hands slid across my skin as she washed away the salt of the sea, down my chest, around to my ass, and finally, to the erection bouncing between us. It was all I could do not to come at her touch. The feel of her fingertips gliding along my cock brought every nerve to rigid attention, and the hairs of my chest stood on end as her nipples brushed them.
I cupped the globes of her ass and traced their curve until I reached the sweet spot between her legs. From behind, I worked a finger through her slit, brushing over the wet opening, betw
een her inner lips. The low moan from her lips momentarily broke our kiss. Her grip on my cock clenched when I brushed her clit. From our ferry ride, I knew she liked a soft touch, and she responded beautifully. When her knees buckled, I grabbed her around the waist and held her close, but I didn’t slow my onslaught. The walls of her vagina sucked my fingers as I pushed and twisted them inside her. Bracing my forearms across her ass to keep her in place, I attacked her from behind with both hands – one to keep the friction on her clit and one to plunge inside her depths. She could no longer hold the kiss as her breath turned to frantic panting beneath my touch.
Water from the barrel above slowed to a trickle as her body exploded in my hands. Normally, I would have taken her sooner, but I couldn’t bear to lose the sight of her coming unwound in my arms. Her eyelids fluttered and her lips trembled as her pussy quaked around my fingers. My cock remained rigid, forgotten in her hand.
I reached to turn off the shower, and Jenny slid down my body to her knees. Reflexively, my hand grasped under her arm, but all I did was slow her descent. When I reached to pull her back up, she hugged my legs and pressed her face into my thigh. Her hot breath tickled over the hairs of my legs. It killed me to have her face so close to my dick, and I had to fight not to guide her toward it. She must have read my mind, or felt my pulse pushing her in that direction, because she rose to her knees in front of my bobbing erection and gave me a wild grin.
She teased the tip with her tongue, smearing the drops of pre-cum around my head. My pulse sped up as she ran her mouth down the shaft, nuzzling into my pubic hair with her cheek. Wet hair fell into her face, so I pulled it away and clinched it in my hand, watching her slow movements in the dim night. She grasped the base with one hand and tugged upward as her lips closed over me, sliding down to meet her hand. I shifted to a wider stance to give her a better angle, and locked my knees.
Her free hand cupped my balls, and she massaged them gently with her fingertips. The sensations when she ran her tongue around the head, and then consumed and suctioned me, had me at the edge of madness. She found a spot I didn’t know existed at the base of my scrotum – the light pressure from her finger brought on my orgasm like a raging bull. Her lips pulled my cock into her mouth while her tongue pressed into me.
“Guaa,” was all I could mange. Frantically, I rocked my hips, shoving my penis deep into her throat, and my seed burst out, into her waiting mouth.
I fell to my knees, and Jenny pulled me close, locking me in her arms. The hard rock and sand of the shower floor grated against my skin, and I remembered her warning. When my breathing slowed, I kissed her forehead.
“Let’s go find someplace more comfortable, yeah?”
She nodded and we both rose. I bent to pull up my shorts, but she stopped me.
“They’ll be gritty. Just take them off.”
I removed them, along with my sandals, while Jenny ran to the beach for her own clothing. Wearing only a smile, I met her at the path to her house. Somehow, I knew that smile would become a permanent fixture on my face. Jenny would see to it.
Part IX
I have to remind myself not to run. He doesn’t know the path well, and with no moon, he could easily trip and injure himself. I don’t want to have to work around an injury, so I guide him and warn him of rocks and steps. Conversation seems impossible. My mouth is only capable of giggles and short sentences for now, and I’m afraid he must think me immature to carry on this way. When he stops and pulls me close for a kiss, I see his beautiful smile and know I am not alone in my joy.
We reach the veranda, and before I can drag him to my bed, he stops and embraces me once more. His lips travel to my breast, and he teases my nipple with his tongue. Pleasure shoots through my being when he pulls it between his lips. My head is spinning when he runs his hands down the backs of my thighs and lifts me off the ground – I wrap my legs around his waist. He is hard again – his erection presses against my ass as he unerringly carries me to my dimly lit room. How does he know the way? The question flashes through my head and is gone just as quickly when he gently lowers me to my bed.
“Oh, baby girl, you are so beautiful. You always were.”
I think I am still seeing the phosphorescent water drops when he kisses me again, as bursts of light fill my vision under his hungry lips. Hard. Sexy. Demanding. His intensity is unnerving, and my heart thuds in my chest. It was so worth the wait, I decide. Gone are the horrible feelings of rejection which consumed me through the day. All it took was his scorching kiss and intuitive touch to make me forget. I am his to do with as he pleases.
His goal, it seems, is to please me, because he nibbles and licks his way across my chest, settling his lips around my taut nipple. The heated moisture of his lips brings my hips off the bed. As his tongue swirls, my sex floods with need. My pulse rate jumps when his lips leave my breast, and he kisses down my ribs, over my abdomen, and through the patch of hair above the juncture of my thighs. His dark eyes watch my face as he descends and pushes my legs apart.
With his hands pressing on my thighs, he barely grazes along my lips. I catch the devilish gleam in his eye as he begins again, pressing harder so his tongue glides into my slit. The fierce sensation brings my hips up once again, and I grab his head. His tongue has found my clit, but doesn’t stick around. No. He intends to torture me, and raises his head with a grin to gauge my reaction.
“Please, Matt,” I beg.
“Please what?”
“Please make me come.” I writhe on the bed.
“How? Like this?” he asks, sliding a finger inside me.
I shake him off.
“Like this?” A second finger joins the first and he pumps. My hips gyrate against his probing. Again, I shake my head. He releases a hot burst of air against my sex, feigning exasperation.
“This?” He runs a fingertip up my slit and over my clit. It is almost too hard, and my breath catches.
“No!” I squirm.
“Like this?” he asks again, and there is mischief in his sexy drawl. His hands push my lips apart and then his mouth is on me again. He doesn’t hold back, and even though I’m expecting it, the scorching heat as his lips close around me has my body in convulsions. Slick and harsh, his tongue darts over my hood and sensitive clit – soft at first, then more demanding as he begins to suction over the maddening caress of his tongue. The muscles in my stomach tighten, as though the action will heighten the sensitivity of the nerve endings at my sex. I twist his hair around my fingers as he pulls me higher, to the farthest reaches of my consciousness. The sensations are pressing against the boundary of my skin, trying to break free. I feel the pressure from the tips of my curling toes, to my straining eyes, but more so in my throbbing clit than anywhere else.
My body has never felt so explosive, and the moment he adds his fingers to the attack, enters me and hits that wondrous spot, the intense pleasure pushing against me explodes, shooting through my body in every which direction, bursting and convulsing with every quickened beat of my heart. My thighs clamp together, prolonging the ecstasy and crushing Matt’s head, but he continues the onslaught, even though I must be suffocating him. He forces my thighs apart once more and holds them there as I climb and crest again, my feet digging into the bed as my pelvis goes airborne with my next climax. He tongues the length of me, savoring the libation of his efforts.
“Jackpot,” he mumbles against my pussy.
Exquisite spasms chase through me as Matt kisses his way up my body. “Oh, baby girl, you taste so fucking good,” he whispers around the searing contact. His words incite a prolonged reaction.
I respond with a moan and grasp his shoulders, encouraging him to move faster, climb higher, bless my mouth with his magical lips, but he takes his time, lingering at my breasts. The attention he lavishes on each nipple sends my mind spinning, and my words are lost. I want to tell him he has rocked my world – tell him that I never knew sex could be this amazing, that I never want him to stop touching me. My tongue
lolls in my mouth. Just like the rest of my body, it swims in bliss and can’t be bothered to do anything that might topple me from the clouds.
By the time his face reaches mine, it is dry, but my scent is strong in his stubble and breath as he runs his tongue along my lower lip. His erection slides along my thighs and teasingly pokes at me. My body craves him, as though he didn’t just bring my world crashing down around me, twice. The muscles of his ass flex under my hands as he strains against me. Everywhere our flesh touches, I feel vibrations – a constant hum. Is it the same electrical impulses I felt the first time we touched on the boat, or merely him straining to maintain his control?
His tongue finds mine, and images flash through my mind. Much changed, yet so familiar. Him as a young man, my first love, my first kiss, the only person who ever made me lose control of my own free will. Memories of Matt on the boat, his pull so strong, I nearly gave into my baser urges in public. Matt – the man whose soul reclaimed mine with his earth-shattering kiss outside the restaurant. Fresh memories suddenly flood me and the emotions threaten to overwhelm, and I force myself to focus on the here and now – his fiery kiss, the thrill as he thumbs and pinches my nipple. The throbbing cock sliding along my slit.
It’s too much. I wrap my legs around his waist, then reach down and guide him to my entrance, pulling him to me with my legs. His breath hitches as he enters me. A wild look fills his eyes when I meet his gaze. I recognize it, because I feel the same turmoil. He wants to lose himself, let go, but he is afraid.
“Fuck me, Matt,” I growl, hoping to bring this back to a long awaited consummation rather than a promise of a fairytale future. To disarm the threat of what may come.
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