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By Misti Date: 2006 Nov 26 Comment on this Work [[2006.11.26.19.19.3894]] |
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Nova dreamed she was skinny dipping in the ocean. The water was warm and frothy. She felt hands on her body but she couldn't see anyone. Then she felt lips on her mouth, then on her neck, then on her breasts. Then she felt a cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Hands caressed her ass and a strange voice spoke her name. "I'm being fucked by the sea," Nova said. The sensations began to feel so real and intense that Nova awoke. Craig was fucking her and saying her name. It was surreal. Nova didn't say anything. She just looked at Craig. He looked even more handsome in the sunlight. He had the bone structure of a model. His face was unblemished. His dark brown hair was short but the bangs were long and they kept falling in his eyes. Craig noticed that Nova was awake and watching him. "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist," Craig said. He gave Nova a final thrust and came. Nova was relieved to discover that he was wearing a condom. "I've never been fucked awake before," Nova said. "I'm sorry. Are you mad?" "Nope. Want to buy me breakfast now?" "Sure. Want to share a shower first?" "Okay." "There's no soap in here," Craig said as they stepped into the tub. "Here it is," Nova said. She grabbed the bar of soap from the top of the toilet tank and handed it to Craig. "What was it doing on the toilet?" Craig asked. "I threw it there when I took a bath this morning." "Oh. Okay. Here, let me lather you up." Nova let Craig lather up her breasts with the small bar of soap. She let him shampoo her hair with the tiny bottle of shampoo. Craig gazed at Nova like he was in awe of her. "Here, let me get under the shower now and rinse off. So are you and your friends going back to Santa Cruz today?" "No. We're gonna spend another couple of nights here. This is our vacation. Tonight is Bryce's twenty-fifth birthday." "Oh, that will be fun." "Why don't you talk your friends into staying another couple of nights?" "We really need to get back to Albuquerque." "Do you have an e-mail address?" "No, I don't have a computer." "You could go to the library and get a free Yahoo account. I'd like to keep in touch." "That's cool. Me, too." They ate breakfast at a bakery down the street. Nova had a cinnamon bun and coffee. Craig had a glazed donut and a carton of milk. "So what has life been like for you up to this point?" Nova asked. Craig shrugged. "My life has been pretty good, I guess. I've been fortunate. I was born into a normal nuclear family. My parents are still married and still live in Santa Cruz in the same house I grew up in. I have a little sister who attends Pepperdine and I have a little brother who attends Yale. I graduated from UC Santa Cruz two years ago. I'm a contributing editor for my dad's magazine. That's about it. How about you?" "My life has ranged from mediocre to horrendous. Right now it's good. Like I said, I'm excited about being in a band with my friends. I'm not close to my family. I have two younger twin sisters and a younger brother. They all live in Albuquerque. My parents divorced when I was a kid. My mom has been remarried for a while now." "Twin sisters? That's cool. So you aren't too crazy about Albuquerque?" "Not at all. We'll see how the band takes off. Man, this cinnamon bun is messy." "Here, let me lick your fingers." Craig stared at Nova as he sucked the cinnamon and icing off her fingers. Nova smiled. "Thank you. That was very efficient," she said. "You are very welcome. I'm serious. I want to see you again. I wish you could stay at least one more night." "Me, too. I love this place. It's such an escape. And I've enjoyed being with you." "You're just saying that. You are way out of my league." "I'm out of your league? You're out of mine! You look like a Calvin Klein model!" "Looks are irrelevant. You're hot. You're fascinating. I'm just another boring white guy with no story to tell." "Come on, Craig. I'm sure you have plenty of stories to tell." "No. I really don't. But I bet you have more than a few." "I'll spare you my stories. They aren't to be believed." "Just tell me one, at least." "I'd rather not. I'm shy." "Shy is not the word I'd use to describe you." "Okay." Nova decided she had nothing to lose. She was certain she would never see Craig again. She didn't want to see him again, anyway. He was nice and handsome but he held no fascination for Nova. "Toilets talk to me. They all have the same voice and the same personality. They talk like Ozzy Osbourne. At first I thought it was just the toilet in the studio apartment I lived in. I thought the toilet was haunted. That I could handle. Then I moved into a rent house. The toilet there talks to me, too. Woke me up the first night I spent in that house singing 'Love Me Do.' Then this morning when I was taking a bath the toilet in the motel room talked to me. I threw the bar of soap at it. There. That's one story. Now do you want to keep in touch?" Craig looked like he had just been slapped in the face. He stared at Nova with a shocked, wounded expression. Finally he managed a weak smile. "You're joking, right? You're trying to turn me off, let me down easy?" "No. I'm very honest with people, Craig. I wouldn't play with you like that. I'm sorry you think otherwise." Nova took one last gulp of coffee and stood up. She put on her black shades and grabbed her purse. "Nova, wait. I don't care if you're crazy. I still like you. I still want to see you again." "You can't be serious. But you are. Craig, you will find other women who can give you satisfying sex. I guess I was just the first one." |