CHAPTER – 31: Memories (1)

“Oh, shit... the tubes...” Lizzie cried, when it dawned on her that the tray was on the floor. However, she still didn’t make a move from her spot. Then her face crumbled, changing from shock to a horror-stricken expression, as she kept on about the broken test tubes. Carefully avoiding the blood and the broken glass, Sarah moved to Lizzie, and taking hold of her, she steered her to a chair. Lizzie was still not herself.

“The test tubes... I can’t do it... not again...” she kept repeating, almost wailing.

“Calm down, Lizzie. It’s not the end of the world. Everything will be fine,” Sarah said.

Lizzie didn’t seem to hear Sarah. “Oh, God. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...”

“Lizzie!” Sarah shouted, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her. When she got her attention, she used a much more gentle tone and said, “Take a break. Please, go and get some coffee, and relax. I’ll take his blood.”

Lizzie looked at her, unable to speak. Collecting herself a bit, she asked, “Did you hear...”

“Yes, Lizzie, I did, but I’m not angry. I am not, OK? We’ll talk, but I want to take his blood, and there are patients waiting. Don’t worry about it. Take a break and just relax. Everything will be fine.”

Sarah was trying her best to reassure her and put her at ease, but Lizzie was not over her embarrassment and shock. “It’s all right, Lizzie. Come on, relax. Take a break. I’ll take care of things here,” she repeated, urging her gently, with a reassuring smile.

Finally, Lizzie managed to collect herself, and gave a short nod, acknowledging Sarah’s efforts.

As she made her way out, Sarah called out. “Lizzie, can you please send in the janitor?”

When Lizzie nodded again, Sarah responded with another friendly smile and a “Thank you.”

After she left, Sarah directed me back to the chair, and left to get a new syringe, and test tubes. A few minutes later, she was back, and quickly took my blood. By then, the janitor arrived to clean the mess on the floor. While she was busy with me, she told me what happened.

It turned out, Lizzie pulled open the curtain, and came face to face with Sarah; the last person she wanted to see, especially after all she had said. Worse, she suspected Sarah had heard what had transpired. In her shock, she thought Sarah was going to confront her. Shaken by the unexpected encounter, she had dropped the tray.

As Lizzie guessed, Sarah had heard most of the exchange behind the curtain. She had finished her rounds, and had come to check on me, and had caught part of our conversation where Lizzie called her a slut. She told me, she was tempted to barge in to confront Lizzie; angry at her name calling and attacks. Trying to calm herself, she had decided to leave, not to create a scene, but as our conversation had taken a different turn, she had wanted to hear the rest of it, sheepishly admitting that her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Afterwards, she had waited until Lizzie was finished to have a talk with her, to work things out, but Lizzie had not been prepared for the encounter.

Giving me a strained smile, she said, “Bad timing. I should have waited and chosen a better moment. Sometimes, I can be very impulsive... don’t have the patience to wait. I just didn’t want Lizzie to avoid me for days, and wanted to reassure her.”

When I finished buttoning my shirt sleeve, she said, “Let’s find her. I want to sort this out.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“Yes, I do, and I need you there. You were good, and I might need your help. She needs to be reassured.”

Leaving the room, we went looking for Lizzie. We found her in the staff cafeteria, sitting at a table. When she saw us, she visibly cringed. Sarah told me to talk with her and calm her down, while she went to get a cup of coffee. She took her time, allowing me to have a bit of time with Lizzie. Then, she joined us, bringing fresh cups for Lizzie and me. After the pleasantries between the two girls, I excused myself from the table saying I needed to use the facilities and smoke a cigarette. A quarter of an hour later, I was back getting a new cup of coffee, and Sarah called out for fresh cups, my signal to join them. We didn’t talk about the incident further. And while Lizzie seemed a bit tense, which was to be expected, she seemed to be doing better than before. Finishing her cup, she excused herself to return to her post.

When I asked, Sarah told me she had managed to calm down Lizzie and convince her she wasn’t angry with her. However, the talk had been a bit rushed, and Sarah was going to catch up with her later. Then she asked me about my plans for the day, and the evening. I didn’t have anything special to do. Perhaps a bit of sight seeing, but I wanted to do some reading at Kathy’s. Sarah decided she’d give me a call after talking with Kathy, later in the afternoon, and we’d make arrangements for the evening and dinner. After a quick kiss, she headed back to Orthopedics, and I left the hospital.

 

* * * * *

 

It was still early and I decided to drop by at my parents to catch breakfast with them. Dad was out, and Mom didn’t hesitate to tease me, asking whether I was homesick. I told her I was passing by and thought of joining them for breakfast. Of course, she was curious why I was up so early and why I didn’t have breakfast with Kathy, so I had to explain I was at the hospital, carefully evading the purpose of my visit except mentioning I was there for part of my annual medical check.

While I had my breakfast, she asked about the dinner last night with the girls. I had the impression she was subtly probing me about Sarah, so I explained Sarah had invited herself to dinner to keep company with Kathy, and prepare dinner, and she needed me to drive her to Kathy’s place because her shift ended long before Kathy’s. Of course, my cooking skills had been another reason. After that short explanation, Mom smiled, and told me she was aware of how both girls took care of each other. She looked a bit embarrassed about how she had grilled me about Sarah. Although I felt a bit guilty that she had drawn the wrong conclusion based on what I told her about last night, I was relieved that she was over her suspicion about what I might be doing with Sarah.

We talked about family, friends and relatives, their children, and I caught up with the latest news. Eventually she moved the conversation to my vacation plans, as she was curious why I was postponing my trip to the coast. I had to explain that my girlfriend was working, and she would be taking some time off. From my reluctant manner, she sensed I didn’t want to talk.

Giving me a hurt look she said, “Why are you so secretive, Mitch?”

“I’m not secretive, Ma. It’s a very recent thing, and I don’t know enough about her to say anything.”

“I understand, Son, but it’s time you started going out, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know. It’s been too long, and I’m a bit rusty when it comes to girls.”

“This is not one of your casual things, is it?” she asked.

“That’s what we want to figure out,” I replied.

She raised her eyebrow, but when I didn’t respond, she said, “Mitch, you’ve not been yourself for a long time, and she seems to have an effect on you.”

“I guess,” I replied with a shrug. Before she could respond, I added, “I like her. We’ll see.”

She patted my hand affectionately, and didn’t question me further, but I knew she wanted to know more.

“You worry too much. I need to get used to things. It’s just a matter of time,” I said, trying to reassure her.

Swiftly changing the subject, she asked about Kathy, and I almost slipped up. I had been with Sarah, and spent very little time with Kathy in the last few days. However, I managed to fill Mom in about her without giving away my whereabouts or the surprise Mark sprang on Kathy. She asked me to stay for lunch, but I offered an excuse, telling her I needed to do some shopping for Kathy, and prepare dinner, joking about pampering my sister.

“You’ll spoil her,” she retorted.

“Well, I need to earn my keep,” I quipped.

Laughing, she came back with, “Slavery was abolished a long time ago.”

“I’ll remind her,” I responded.

“You do that. I hope I see you and Kathy for dinner before you leave.”

“I can’t promise, Mom. I don’t know what Kathy’s plans are. We’ll try,” I replied.

After hugging her, I left.

 

* * * * *

 

Back at Kathy’s flat, I went to my bedroom. After making up the bed, and tidying up the room, I checked the fridge to prepare a shopping list. Initially I was planning to read my diary, but I didn’t feel up to digging into the past, so I decided to do the shopping first. Before lunch time, I was back home with groceries, and fixed a sandwich for myself. Picking up my diary, I went to the living room, and put on the stereo.

At first, I was hesitant, and sat there smoking and looking at the diary on my lap. Then, I opened it, and did a quick browse of the pages, scanning them quickly, checking the dates. After that, I returned to the first page, and started to read my notes. By the time I reached the sixth page, I couldn’t continue further. I was remembering the anguished days, and the nightmares that haunted me late at night, after I had returned home—cutting my vacation short. It had been a long time since I thought about that summer, or the nights back at home after my return from vacation. But now, my blasted memory recalled the details, filling in the blanks in the pages, completing the picture of my loss, and my pain. I had forgotten how I laid my soul bare in those pages, every time Reina had come to visit me. I closed the notebook, and put it on the table.

I tried to steer my thoughts to present, but the pull of the past was too strong; a particular memory I was reading kept tugging at me. I reached for my cigarettes on the table, and lit one. For a few minutes, I sat on the couch, but my mouth was dry, and I went to the kitchen in search of something to drink. I was almost on autopilot, when I opened the fridge and took a can of Coke. Returning to the living room, I sat down, opened it, and took several long swallows. I didn’t even taste it; just felt its coldness wash my tongue, and the back of my throat, slaking my thirst. When I realized what I was holding in my hand, my defenses started to crumble under the onslaught. It had been a mistake, the last drop that had been a touch too much. Reaching for the ashtray on the table, I picked it up, and put it next to me on the cushions. Taking a drag from my cigarette, I settled deeply into the couch, and closed my eyes... and let the past swallow me...

 

. . . . .

 

It was the beginning of August, the start of the hottest part of the season...

The last two days had been windy, blowing off of the land, kind of a land breeze, and as usual it looked like it would keep on blowing for a few days more. When that happened, the sea would get choppy, and after a day of constant wind, the shallow waters got cold. Despite the slightly cold wind, the heat was oppressive. The only relief from the stifling heat was a quick dip in the cold sea.

I was with Reina and Gillian, stretched on the towels, absorbing the sun.

“It’s too hot, and I’m hungry,” Gillian said, as she sat up. It was almost lunch time.

I turned and shading my eyes from the glare of the sun with my hand, watched her collect her things.

“Are you guys staying here? You’ll have a sun stroke,” she said.

“I think I’ll take a quick dip,” I replied.

Reina responded with, “I need to cool off, too.”

“What about lunch?” Gillian asked.

“I’m not really hungry. Maybe later,” I replied.

“Me, too,” Reina added.

“OK. I’ll catch you later,” Gillian said, before leaving us.

I was feeling lazy and lethargic from the sun. I wanted somebody to carry and drop me in the cold water. But, now that Gillian had left us, my heart started to race. Every time she was around, I was irresistibly drawn to Reina. However, I was careful not to be overly attentive to her when there were friends around us. We rarely had the chance to be together away from friends, and I didn’t want to be obvious in my attentions to her, trying to get her alone, despite the fact that she had taken me to her bed about a week ago, surprising me.

I was hungry, too, but I didn’t want to join the girls, especially if Reina decided to have lunch with Gillian, wanting to have her to myself. So, I had lied hoping against all hope, she might not be feeling hungry. What’s more, I was finding it difficult to keep myself under control each time I looked at her, and scared that people would notice something; especially Gillian. I suspected I had not been entirely successful in hiding my attraction to Reina. Gil and I had been friends for too long for her to miss something like that, but she hadn’t said anything. On the other hand, I was pretty sure she didn’t know Rei and I had been together, and I wanted to keep it like that. More and more, I didn’t want to be around Reina when there were other people, but still, most of the time, I found myself around her, not able to bear the thought of not seeing her, and missing her something terrible when she wasn’t around.

I sat up, crossing my legs, facing the sea, while trying to calm down my racing heart, but I could feel her presence. The tugging I felt became more and more insistent, and in the end, I turned to look at her. She was laying face down; her arms crossed, resting her head on them with eyes closed, and the string of her bikini top untied. I could see the outer swells of her breasts. I still remembered how beautiful they looked that night; slightly smaller than oranges, and perfectly shaped, capped with pink nipples that stood like pencil erasers. As my eyes swept over her body, taking in her slender, almost willowy frame, the elegant arch of her shoulders, the unblemished skin of her back, the rounded buttocks, and her long and shapely legs, tapering to slim ankles, I felt myself getting hard, remembering the feel of her body, the sinuous way she moved with me, wrapped around me, as we had made love that night.

It wasn’t the physical joining that took my breath, but the effect she had on me; somehow connecting to something deeper in me, pulling and slowly steering me into the grip of a maelstrom that I was unable to resist; making me lose control. She exerted almost the same influence when we were not touching, as if there was an invisible cord between us. What’s more, I had felt complete, as if discovering a part of me that I didn’t know was missing.

With an effort I turned my gaze back to the sea, my eyes catching the gentle swells acting like tiny mirrors, reflecting the blare of the midday sun. Sensing her eyes on me, I looked back, and our eyes locked. Once again I found myself wondering why her eyes seemed to have those dark clouds. Even when she was smiling or laughing, they seemed to be there, almost a permanent fixture. The few times I had tried to probe, she resisted my attempts, saying nothing about what was bothering her. As my mind got busy with what made her the way she was, I broke the eye contact and looked away to the distance, unable to deal with the sadness and sorrow her eyes invoked in me. From the corner of my eye I saw her reach back and tie the string of her bikini top, before she sat up. When she turned to me, my gaze returned to her.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

“I’m feeling lazy... Maybe in a few minutes,” I replied distractedly.

I was very aware of my erection. It was starting to subside, but I was still hard. Uncrossing my legs, I pulled up my knees, and leaned forward, clasping my hands around them. I didn’t want her to notice my condition if she stood up.

“You’ll feel better if you take a dip,” she said, softly.

Moving closer, she knelt next to me, and her hand went to my shoulder. “Is something wrong?” she asked, concerned.

I smiled to reassure her, and replied, “No, nothing’s wrong. You go ahead. I’ll be there shortly.”

Jumping to her feet, she said, “Come on then, you lazy head.”

I knew she was going to pull me to my feet if I dawdled, and that was the last thing I wanted, as she would notice my condition, when we were face to face.

“Let me take off my watch,” I said, while slightly twisting away from her, blocking her view of my condition, and dropped my watch on the towel. With a swift motion I got to my feet, still offering her a side view, and looked at her. With a mischievous smile, I challenged, “The last one is a rotten egg.”

That was enough to get a laugh from her, and with a shriek, she turned and started to run, with me following closely behind her. The sand was hot under our feet, and we couldn’t have walked on it even if we wanted to. I let her hit the water first, winning the race, and we both kept running until the water was deep enough for a shallow dive. Simultaneously we dove. I could almost hear the sizzle as the cold water shocked our hot bodies.

We surfaced a few seconds later, still in shallow water. When we stood up, I saw the points on her white bikini top, her nipples erect from the cold, which fortunately had the opposite effect on my erection. Averting my eyes from the enticing view, I dove again, Reina following behind me, and we started to swim at a steady pace to deeper and colder water. We swam for a while, and I was feeling alive and refreshed after the oppressive heat. Slowly we swam back to shallow water. When the water was at belly level, we stood up. I took a few steps, but noticed she wasn’t following. When I turned to look back, I saw her tilt her head, sweeping her hair to the side. She got busy squeezing the water from her hair. In that pose, she looked like a water nymph; the white bikini contrasting with her deep tan, and her long, black tresses cascading over one shoulder.

When she noticed me watching her, she gave me a dazzling smile, melting my heart, and kept her pose. She knew the effect she was having on me, and to tell the truth I didn’t want to miss one second of it. Finished with what she was doing, she whipped her hair back with a flip of her head, her hands following up by sweeping her hair back, her arms raised to shoulder level. She arched her back slightly, offering her tits, standing proud and high, with the nipples clearly visible beneath the thin and wet material.

“Take it easy on my weak heart, will you?” I quipped, unable to stop myself from making a comment.

“Why? What’s wrong?” she teased, as if she wasn’t aware of what she was doing.

“Nothing, Rei,” I replied with a smile I didn’t feel. Sometimes she made my heart ache something terrible, and this was one of those times. As I turned my gaze away, she quickly walked up to me, and grabbed my arm.

“Mitch, I didn’t mean to tease you mercilessly. I just love the way you look at me.”

“I love to look at you...” I replied, distractedly, my mind on my feelings for her.

“But?” she prompted, with a soft look, urging me to come out with what I wanted to say.

“I would rather see your eyes smiling, and you happy,” I said, giving voice to my earlier thoughts, powerless against what I felt for her.

“I am happy, Mitch. You make me happy with your friendship, and the way you look at me, the way you make me feel,” she responded, as her fingers caressed my jaw line with fondness.

Holding onto my arm, she steered us back to our towels. Collecting our belongings, we walked to one of the canopies, and dried ourselves.

“Brrrr... The water was too cold,” she said. “I’m hungry. You want to help me prepare some sandwiches?”

“Your place?” I asked, surprised.

She was alone in her flat, and I didn’t think it would be appropriate for me to visit her, considering there were neighbors who were very conservative, and would gossip about impropriety. Also, it was daytime, and somebody would see me going into her flat. We had been at her flat or mine, but always with Gillian or other friends as a group, except once. And that had been late at night, when everybody else had been asleep.

“Sure. Why not?” she replied, completely unconcerned.

“Well, you know how some of the neighbors are,” I replied. I wasn’t concerned for myself, but for her. I didn’t want her to be gossip fodder.

“Yes, I know. They are busy bodies. We’ll invite Gillian,” she replied.

She put on a t-shirt, and I put my towel around my shoulders and with sneakers in our hands, we walked to the showers. Washing the sand from our feet, we put on our sneakers, and headed for Gillian’s flat. Rei and Gillian were next door neighbors on the same apartment block, and my parents’ flat was in another apartment block. Both apartments ran parallel to each other, facing back to front. There was a big grassy square in the middle, with small trees and flower beds. From our living room, and the balcony, we had a view of the wide corridors that ran the length of each floor, the door to the flats and a small bedroom window next to each door lining up the length of it. A wide stair occupied the middle portion of the apartment, visiting each floor in turn, from ground level to the top floor.

From early morning until one or two o’clock in the afternoon, the corridors received the sun, and in the afternoon they were in the shade. So, in the late afternoon, most of the tenants would put a few plastic garden chairs in front of their doors, and enjoy the shade, while socializing with their neighbors. Or they would use a big umbrella—the kind you see on the beach—at the balcony to have some shade. When the sun got lower, late in the afternoon, the other apartment block helped providing some early shade for the balconies on the lower floors in our building. But our flat was on the top floor, thus it took a bit longer for us to have some shade. Rei and Gillian’s flats were also on the top floor, and they didn’t have the benefit of a tall building opposite them. But, there was a small forest with tall olive trees some distance away from their building. The top floors had a better view of the scenery, especially the beach. Because it was a small community, and everyone knew each other, most people preferred to sit part of the afternoon in the corridor, socializing with their neighbors. The balconies got used early in the morning, when the sun was on the other side of the building, and early in the evening, when it started to get cooler. Personally, I found the whole exercise very claustrophobic, allowing for little if any privacy—altogether, an incestuous affair. I guess my parents must have felt the same way, because they infrequently made use of the corridor in front of our door, perhaps, for appearances sake. Despite the sun, we would enjoy the balcony, under the shade of a big umbrella, and by six or seven in the evening, it would be pleasantly cool. What’s more, we sometimes stayed on the beach past five o’clock, preferring to take a shower around six, and enjoy the balcony when it was cooler.

With the sun beating on us, we climbed the stairs to the top floor. At Gillian’s, the door was open, but the screen was closed and locked. Almost everybody had a screen, and kept it closed while keeping their doors open. The flats didn’t have any air conditioning, thus keeping the windows and doors open helped with circulation. Reina rang the bell, and we saw Gillian’s mother coming down the hallway. Unlocking the screen, she opened it and invited us in. Gil was surprised to see us. We asked her to join us for lunch—even though we suspected she already had her lunch.

“I thought you were not hungry,” she quipped.

“That was before the swim,” I replied, with a sheepish grin, getting a laugh.

“Why don’t you have lunch here?” she asked.

Before I could answer, Reina replied, “He promised club sandwiches, and we don’t want to impose.”

Huh! When did I promise that?

“I already had lunch, and I have to help Mom with cleaning and washing some stuff,” Gil replied.

“OK. We better get something to eat then. I’m dying from hunger. Why don’t you drop by when you’re finished?” Reina said.

“All right. I’ll see you in half an hour or so,” Gil replied, and we left.

During the whole exchange I was watching Gil’s mother from the corner of my eye, and I noticed her giving Rei a curious look, after overhearing our plans. For a moment, I expected her to say something, but she didn’t. However, from the look in her eyes, I could see she thought it was improper for Rei and me to be together by ourselves. Since Rei was vacationing by herself, without her parents, it magnified the impropriety all the more. That was why I had been so surprised by Rei’s invitation at the beach, and why I had been reluctant. Although Gil’s parents weren’t traditional or very conservative, they drew the line at some things.

I wonder what she would have done or said if she had known Rei and I slept together?

As the thought crossed my mind, I also remembered the few occasions when they let Gil go with me without any of our other friends. I felt very much confused by the contradictory behavior of Gil’s mother, and started to feel uncomfortable under her inquisitive gaze, even though I acted as if I wasn’t aware of anything.

When we stepped inside her flat, I let out my breath I was holding. She left the door open, but locked the screen closed, which allowed anybody passing by the door a partial view into the flat.

“That should satisfy the old biddies,” she said, looking at me with a smile.

That would probably satisfy Gil’s mother and a few others, but the rest...

Fuck it! An open door is an open door. If they have a problem, they can go fuck themselves!

The living room was quite warm, despite the open balcony door.

“Rei? What was that about club sandwiches?”

“I asked you if you would help me with sandwiches, and you’re here, so I took it as a ‘yes.’ I feel like club sandwiches,” she retorted.

“Uh... OK...” I mumbled.

“Why don’t you check the fridge while I hang the towels?”

The kitchen was part of the living room, separated by a bar. Our flats were identical in design, but people did make changes. Her dad had put in a small, narrow bar to separate the kitchen from the main part of the living room, whereas in our flat, we had a small dining table. Although the table served the same purpose, our living room had a more spacious feel. And, serving dinner was as easy as turning around from the kitchen counter to the dinner table.

While I was busy rummaging in the fridge, Reina was on the balcony, hanging the towels to dry. A few minutes later, she was back helping me. She didn’t want to wait for boiled eggs, so we decided to make do without them. As I finished preparing the sandwiches, she took out two cans of Coke from the fridge. I turned to open the cupboard, and was looking for a big plate to put the sandwiches, when she pressed the cans to my back. With a yelp, I turned to her with the intention of returning the favor, and froze on the spot.

She was standing next to the bar, wearing nothing but an amused and mischievous smile on her face, while running both of the cans over her tits, the nipples standing erect with the cold. She didn’t have a stitch on her. I was stunned, and stood there, speechless. She put the cans on the bar, and took my hand, leading me to her bedroom, being careful not to be seen accidentally by anybody that might happen to be passing by the open door. Even though the window was open, her room was very warm. After closing the window—to prevent the noise of our activities from being heard by the neighbors—she came back and plastered her body to mine letting me feel her cold tits against my chest. Everything was happening so fast, I was still in a daze, unable to respond. When she kissed me, I tasted dried salt on her lips. Then, her mouth opened, her tongue searching mine, and finally I came to my senses, and kissed her back. When our lips parted, I tried to gather myself, and held her in a tight embrace, before slowly disengaging from her. Cupping her face between my hands, I looked in her eyes.

“Rei, I don’t think this is a good idea. Gil might drop by.”

It was the most difficult decision I made, when all my body was yearning for her, burning with the need to feel her body against mine, and I didn’t know how I managed to control myself or say those words.

“Mitch, I want you. Please?” she said softly, and I could sense her need, but at the back of my mind, I was wondering if this was a sort of an apology for teasing me at the beach.

“Is this about what happened at the beach?”

“Yes. I want you and I know you want me,” she answered.

Before I could object, she added, “Why do you think I let Gil go by herself or teased you?”

When I heard that, I knew she had been planning it from the very start.

“I apologize, Rei. I didn’t mean to—”

But, she quickly cut me off. “For what, Mitch? For trying to protect me?” she asked pointedly, with an affectionate smile on her lips.

Then, she clutched my head, and pulled me in for a long kiss. She followed it up by kissing, nipping, and licking me, from my chest down to my belly, leaving a wet trail. Kneeling, she pulled my swimming trunks down. After I stepped out of them, she licked and laved my cock, making me pant with excitement. Before she could continue further, I pulled her to her feet, unable to bear her ministrations, afraid that I’d lose my load. Kissing her softly, I moved my lips to her collar bone, and moved south, but before I reached her tits, she pushed me to her bed, catching me unprepared, and I stumbled back, sprawling on it. Without any preliminaries, she was on me, straddling me. My cock was trapped under her pussy, and I could feel its heat. My hands moved to her beautiful tits. With her deep tan, the whiteness of the delicate skin and the pink nipples were like beacons, hard to resist. They fit in my palms perfectly; soft, but firm globes of flesh, with hard nubbins, and they matched her slender frame as if someone had carefully sculpted them; not too big, and not too small. But then, everything about her was perfection, except... except her eyes, still filled with dark clouds.

She put her hands over mine, squeezing slightly, urging me to play with her tits. As my eyes took in her body, I noticed the white streaks of dried salt from the sea on her dark skin. For several minutes she rocked back and forth, rubbing her pussy over my erect cock, and I kneaded her tits. Then, she moved one hand to her pussy, and spread her labia, and continued her rocking motion, spreading her oils on my cock. Grabbing my wrists, she pushed them over my head. Lowering her upper body, she pinned my hands down with her weight. Her long hair came down, and I inhaled the salty sea smell mixed with the fragrance of her shampoo. While we kissed, she rubbed her tits on my chest, moaning into my mouth. Her pussy was still busy, oiling my cock. I wanted to caress her body, but when I tried to free my hands, she resisted, keeping me pinned down, and I let her, a slave to her whims. She slid up along my body, and one by one, offered her tits for my attention. Relaxing into her hold, I licked and laved her tits, before suckling her nipples. I could taste the salt on her skin, and the smell of coconuts from the sun block she had used.

Crossing my wrists, she kept her hold on them with one hand, and slid down along my body, until my cock was at her entrance. Using her other hand, she guided me in. With little rocking motions, she swallowed me inch by inch inside her, taking my breath away with the feeling. I arched up, trying to penetrate her more deeply, and she rocked back in reply, her eyes closing momentarily at the feeling, and a soft sigh escaped her parted lips. Her face was partly hidden behind the curtain of her hair. With one hand she tried to sweep her hair back, but it kept coming down over her shoulder, and she gave up.

I was mesmerized, watching her. Her long black hair cascading over her right shoulder, her heaving tits, and the erect nipples standing so proudly, her brown eyes darkened with arousal, the lingering salty taste of her skin... they made me dizzy. Releasing her hold on my wrists, she put her hands on my chest and raised her upper body, hunching over me, supporting her weight on her arms. When I made a move to cup her tits she shook her head, and again, I gave in to her request, keeping my hands where they were.

She sat motionless for a while, savoring the feel of me, while my eyes devoured her body. I wanted so much to touch her and caress her body, but it was clear she wanted to run the show. I felt her heat and moisture all around my cock, surrounding it like a velvet sleeve, alive with little palpitations, making me throb. She rocked back and forth, very slowly, sliding me in and out, making us shiver with the feeling. Leaning down, she kissed me, exploring my mouth with her tongue. I couldn’t hold myself anymore, and ran my hands on her back and sides, while returning her kiss. Without breaking the kiss, she slid her arms under my shoulders, and draped herself over me; her nipples digging into my chest. We were sweating, even though we had not moved much, because the room was very warm. Our bellies were slick with sweat, slippery, and every time she rocked, we could hear the liquid sounds. When she broke the kiss, I swept her hair back. Cupping her face, my eyes locked into hers. There wasn’t a trace of the clouds I used to see. Instead, they were clear, and soft, apart from the arousal, and hungry. We stayed like that for several minutes, as she made little rocking moves, taking us deeper into a world of our own. We kissed again, and she tightened her arms, pressing her body to mine, clutching me, and kept clutching me long after the kiss. I inhaled her unique fragrance.

Sitting up, she started to ride me, slowly, teasing us. I busied myself with her tits, and she was working her clitoris with one hand, as she continued her rocking motion, building up to her orgasm slowly. Our skin was wet and shiny with sweat, even though our love making was not hurried. As we were approaching the last stretch, somebody rang the door bell. For a moment we froze, knowing it was Gillian. Then, Reina resumed her rocking motion, and I had to stop her, gently. It was very frustrating, especially for her, because she was probably closer to her orgasm than I was.

“Rei, we can’t. Gil will know.”

“I don’t care,” she replied, while trying to continue her movements.

“Rei, please. I will make it up to you,” I insisted gently, and she stopped her efforts.

We were still coupled, when Gillian rang the door bell again. As she slowly uncoupled us, I was thinking of how to deal with the situation. I told her to put on a short and t-shirt, and to wrap a towel around her hair. I made up a story that I wasn’t feeling well, and I was in the bathroom, if Gil asked about me.

“Coming. Just a second,” she hollered at Gillian.

Finding a short and a t-shirt she put them on, while I put on my swimming trunks, and told her I would hide behind the bedroom door, to sneak into the bathroom, as soon as Gillian was in the living room. Remembering she had taken off her bikini to surprise me, I asked where she had left them.

“They are in the kitchen, behind the bar,” she whispered, while toweling her sweaty hair.

“Make sure you block her view when she’s going into the living room.”

She smiled at me affectionately, and then left the room to answer the door. Reina was telling her she had just washed her hair, and was changing in her room. When Gillian asked where I was, she told her, I wasn’t feeling good, and was in the bathroom. When the girls passed the bedroom, heading for the living room, I waited until Reina had Gillian occupied, and quietly sneaked into the bathroom.

After the interruption my erection was subsiding, but I was still erect, and I had Reina’s smell on me. Wetting a small towel, I cleaned myself of the sweat and the smell of woman. The cold water helped me to get rid of my erection as well. The final touch was washing my hair under the tap, but I didn’t dry my hair completely. I opened the bathroom door, and firmly closed it, announcing my whereabouts, and walked towards the living room, rubbing my forehead as if I had a headache.

As I was entering the living room, I asked, “Rei, do you have some ice?”

When I saw Gillian, I said, “Oh! Hi, Gil. Was that you at the door?”

“Yeah. Just finished helping Mom, and dropped by. Are you OK?” she responded.

“I think a slight case of sun stroke or something. I have a bad headache. Maybe an aspirin and an ice pack would help. The cold water under the tap didn’t do much,” I offered.

Taking advantage of what I was saying, Reina went to the kitchen to get me some ice from the fridge, and hid her bikini. She came back with a glass and an aspirin, and a wet cloth with ice cubes wrapped inside. We sat talking and Gil said she had to go to town with her mom. A little while later I excused myself, saying I wanted to take a short nap to get rid off the headache. Reina said they would check on me later, sounding a bit worried, but Gil reminded her she was going to the town. I thanked the girls, and left them.

 

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A slight burning feeling pulled me out of my trip. It was my cigarette, almost burned to the filter, still between my fingers. I put it out, and took a couple of swallows from the can of Coke, and ran the cold can over my fingers to soothe the pain I felt. The momentary stimuli had pulled me to the present, but it was a temporary break. As soon as I answered its needs, and numbed the pain, my mind was already fast-forwarding to the next frame in sequence, as if it had been just a short recess at intermission in a movie theatre. To tell the truth, after revisiting the scenes from that particular day, I had neither the energy nor the will to resist the pull of the memories. So, I let them come to me, and resumed my trip...

 

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