couldn’t have her, Marlena from Holland looked surprisingly good
without her clothes on. Geez, it had been a while since I had last been
with a woman, and I had previously been too messed up over Charly
to really look at the volunteer girls. And lookat the volunteer girls!
My Godsome of them looked beautiful in the moonlight.
Shimmering bodies with dancing breasts, celebrating the full blush of
youth and life. I followed Greta who was now swimming away from
the group. She was a good swimmer, too, because I had to yell for her
to stop.
“Yes, what is it?” she said, bobbing in the surf. She put her arms
out, but for some reason I couldn’t let myself too close to her. I didn’t
know what to say. It had been so long since I had to make a move on
a girl whom I actually liked. I managed to mutter, “The moon is really
beautiful tonight.”
“Yes, it really is,” she replied. I started to feel strange juices rush
through me.
“You’re also really beautiful tonight Greta.” I managed in the
most romantic voice I could muster. She laughed.
“You’re sweet, Jake, but I think you are just talking to my
breasts.”
“No, no. I really think you are lovely,” I said with sincerity
gleaned from Russian waves of grain, “and I really want to kiss you
Greta.” She stopped smiling and took on a serious expression. There
was a pause.
“Well, finally!” she said.
Much water was still between us, but we slowly swam closer to
each other, all the while looking in the darkness of each other’s eyes.
When we finally met, my feet could just barely stand on the sandy
floor. We touched each other gently under the water, hands brushing
briefly over nipples and waists and hips and smalls of backs. She
gently wrapped her legs around mine to keep herself afloat while she
ran her hands along my chest. We kissed gently, the slippery, salty
taste of sea water on her lips and her tongue and her neck. I could
hear some of the volunteers yelling catcalls at us, and we laughed
embarrassedly but didn’t stop. I felt liquid. I felt as if she and I and
all the water in the ocean could just melt together into a warm,
wonderful, fleshy soup. I entered her, though I didn’t mean to, and
she gasped as if to say no, but it fit beautifully and felt wonderful and
we didn’t stop. She held onto my neck as she repeatedly pressed her
beautifully sculpted body onto mine, holding her cheek against my
BIG AMERICAN BREAKFAST
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