Whew…Finally!
~KSR~
I must have looked pretty mad when we finally got away from Brad and his ‘group’. I guess I acted mad, too, but I think I was just working out the adrenaline. I just wanted to get Glynnis and get out of there, ‘ya know? I had thrown a big monkey-wrench into his ‘marking’ shit and I really didn’t know what he would do or what he was capable of doing. I doubted Brad enjoyed being upstaged…
So we marched out of their camp with major attitude. I wasn’t even aware that I was pulling Glynn behind me like some sort of cave-man. All I knew was that my head felt like it was about to explode with thoughts of what could have happened back there. We could have been too late. She could have been hurt. Lots of people could have been hurt… I hadn’t had time to be scared before, but the possibilities wrapped around me now like a python. I almost felt as if my breath was being squeezed out of me. I couldn’t talk. I didn’t know what to say.
I have to admit that Glynnis wasn’t helping my state of mind. Abstract emotions, like fear and relief, were slamming up against some very physical feelings. I didn’t really have these feelings twenty minutes ago but that’s because, in the ‘human needs pyramid’, safety is a more basic need that sex. Well, we were relatively safe now and my brain was shifting gears. Like I said, I didn’t say anything and tried to stay focused but I have pretty damn good peripheral vision and that lei she was wearin’ – all slippy-slidin’ down her shoulders - was starting to drive me nuts. I was trying real hard not to let it drive my nuts nuts, but I was failing. If there had been a wall nearby, I would have tried to slam my fist through it. Frustrated? Hell, yes. Scared? Hell, yes. Major attitude? Hell, yes. Relieved? Well… hell, yes and hell, no….. No wonder she thought I was pissed.
She's tryin' to keep up but I'm walkin' pretty fast and she's stumblin' along. I know I let out a sigh - well, not exactly a sigh. More like an exasperated snort, I guess. I knew it was shitty while I was doin' it but I couldn't seem to help myself. She tripped a little and I just waved the others on ahead. All of a sudden I felt her drop and when I turned my head, she was on her knees. Crying. She was blubberin' pretty good. It wasn't pretty. I didn't know why she was crying. It wasn't from happiness, that's for sure. So here I am thinking 'What the fuck?' and she starts writing in the damp sand. She's apologizing, for Chrst's sake!
It took a minute for my pea-brain to process what the hell was goin' on. That's when I realized that she thought I was mad at her - that I blamed her for everything that had happened or could have happened tonight. Hell, I wasn't mad at her but, in hindsight, I could see where she thought I was. I was pissed at Brad, not her!
I guess I fell to my knees, too. I didn't think about what I was doing, I just did it. I wanted to comfort her, to assure her that I didn't blame her for anything. I had been scared. I didn't even realize how scared I was until we were out of harm's way. So, next thing I knew, I'm talking low in her ear and kissin' anything my mouth could touch. It was instinctive. I wanted to soothe her. My kisses were meant to be affectionate and calming, and they were, I think - until my mouth found hers. Then we had a whole new ballgame....
Even now, it's hard for me to disect what happened. I mean, I know what happened, but I guess I really didn't see it coming. I don't think she did, either, but in split second, my intentions did a one-eighty. When she took my tongue, it was like she was taking all of me. No woman's response has never satisfied me like Glynn's did. There was no calculation or coyness. I was trying real hard to slow down - to control what was happening but, I swear, I felt like a thirteen year old boy. I felt like if I didn't get inside of her, I would certainly die. It's hard to put into words, okay? I'd certainly been horny before. Real horny. Lots of times. There had been times when all I could think about was gettin' laid. I didn't care how or who. I just wanted to cum - and not in my fist. Those times, I just needed me some snatch. Period.
Something about this was entirely different. The physical need was as intense as I've ever felt it but there was something else, too. I'm not sure I can describe it. It's like, along with the pleasure and anticipation and all that, I felt a profound kind of.......joy. Yeah. It was like my heart had a hard-on, not just my dick. How's that for poetic?
I just couldn't get close enough to her. My tougue couldn't probe deep enough. Her nipples couldn't press against my chest hard enough. My arms couldn't wrap around her tight enough. My hands couldn't squeeze enough of her ass. I couldn't feel her belly against my dick enough. And her moans.... Dear God, those sounds that bubbled up from her throat were so precious to me. Better than the words I thought I'd never hear. I think it was the first time in my life that I ever fully understood what the phrase ‘two people joining as one’ really meant. It had nothing to do with a ceremony, although a sense of commitment was implicit. I wanted that commitment, both to her and from her. Ceremonies were for the public, an event for people to bear witness. Right then, I was laying on top of the only witness I needed or wanted.
I pulled back from her so I could get us naked.
There was no shyness or self-consciousness.
We were in
We touched. We stroked. We tasted. I entered her just as the sun began to lighten the sky and just pressed myself into her heat, trying not to move. I just wanted to feel her swell against me and draw me in. I wanted to feel the rhythm of her sexual pulse around my dick and lie in her wetness. I swear, I could hardly breathe. Then her back arched a little and our hips began to grind against each other's. It was time. Discovery moved into frenzy.
She was rising towards orgasm. Even if I hadn't seen it in her eyes or heard it in her moans, I would have felt it around my hardness. But sweet Glynnis kept her eyes locked on mine, and in those few seconds of physical and emotional ecstasy, when her body seized and I emptied - she gave me a beautiful gift.
She called out my name.
The Afterglow
~GCS~
He leaned his head against my breasts while he tried to catch his breath. I could feel his heart hammering against my skin. I didn’t want to move and I didn’t want him to move but it was chilly and the sun rising. I heard him sigh as he pushed himself up and off of me and watched him as he stood in the sand, naked and unashamed. His head dropped for a moment and his eyes closed. I wondered what he was thinking.
After a moment, he reached for my hand and pulled me up to stand beside him. Our fingers remained intertwined as we stood there facing the ocean. As I often do, I imagined myself as a ‘third party’ - an onlooker, watching myself and Kevin from afar. I could see us standing naked in the shallows facing the dawn of a new day. It was a scene right out of Genesis.
“Are you all right?”
The soft sound of his lowered voice brought me back to reality. I glanced at his face after he asked his simple question but he was staring at the sea. I didn’t respond right away. I was still trying to gauge his reaction to our coupling. Was he satisfied? Happy? Regretful? Burdened? Was it as intense for him as it was for me or did he just need to get laid? Was it about me or was it really about Brad? He seemed a little somber. At my silence, his eyes narrowed and he turned his head. “Will you be talking to me now or what?”
His question almost sounded like a plea. He looked very serious. I saw his expression grow anxious and felt his fingers tighten against mine. I think he was worried that my voice had left me again. I answered his question with a nod. That wasn’t good enough.
“Answer me, Glynnis. Please...”
I swallowed and drew a breath, “Y-yes...” I whispered. “I’ll t-try. It’s hard.... It’s b-been so long...”
He seemed satisfied with that but wasn’t ready to change the subject.
“You called my name...”
I felt myself blush and looked away. I hadn’t realized I was being ‘vocal’ at first. I mean, I knew I was calling out to him but I guess I thought my heart was doing the calling. By the time I realized I was actually saying his name out loud, I was too far gone to think about it. I’d had no control over it. Kevin had unlocked my throat. Therapists and doctors hadn’t been able to do anything. Their ‘treatment’ had been based in the physical and intellectual, not realizing that the antidote to my muteness would lie in my emotions. - emotions that had propelled me to the ripest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
When I found the courage to meet his eyes again, I was surprised to see him trying to suppress a smile. He looked downright amused.
“What’s so f-funny?” I frowned
“You’re blushing...”
I tried a reasonable explanation. “I’m n-naked!” I spat back defensively.
“I noticed...”
“You’re n-naked, too....” I answered with a degree of self-confidence Gotcha!.
“You noticed....,” he grinned.
Urgh....
Chuckling, he stepped over to the small pile of clothes that had been thrown on the sand a few hours earlier. Kevin shook the sand out of my sarong before covering me. My lei was gone so he wrapped the fabric over my upper body to hide my breasts. The fabric only dropped to my upper thighs. Then, he stepped back to appraise his design.
“You look beautiful.”
I doubted that but I liked hearing it.
“Just don’t bend over.”
Urgh...
He stepped into his shorts, shifted his manhood and zipped. Then he straightened and stared at me as if he had something on his mind. If he did, he wouldn’t say. Now he was the one who looked embarrassed.
“We should get b-back,” I stammered, breaking the silence. It was then that I noticed that he still had lines on his face - remnants of the ‘marking’. I guessed that there were still marks on my face, too. “I g-guess we need to wash this stuff off our face,” I said, bending down to the water’s edge.
“NO!”
The tone and force of his command startled me and I guess my reaction showed it. His tone became more gentle.
“We can do that later - after we get back to camp.”
I didn’t understand why he wanted to wait and he didn’t explain. Instead, he just stood there for a moment, looking at his feet. Once again, I could sense hesitation and a hint of self-consciousness. Finally, he sighed and began to form a request.
“I want you to do something for me...”
I felt myself stiffen. What did he want? My guess was that he wanted what had happened between us to stay quiet. He didn’t want the others to know that we had made love on the beach. He didn’t want any complications or assumptions or ties. My heart began to sink. He continued.
“I want to hear you say my name again - like you did last night....”
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~KSR~
I didn’t want to say anything that would screw things up so I didn’t say anything at all for a while. I was content just to lay there and savor the moment. I hadn’t done enough of that in my life. Her swollen flesh pressed against my cheek, my groin nestled against her thigh and the touch of her fingers combing through my hair were all I needed. The peach-colored sun, low on the horizon, was beautiful but I silently prayed for it’s retreat. I didn’t want to leave but knew that the camp would be waking. It wouldn’t take long for them to figure out we were MIA and someone would come looking for us. It was time to go.
I pulled myself away from her and stood for a moment, staring out to sea. Our lovemaking had been nothing less than incredible. It was so easy, so passionate, so....natural. There had been no script, no game s, no role playing. I’d had sex hundreds of times, with dozens of women. Beautiful women. Glamourous women. Women who only wanted to please me. I let them.
But none had ever pleased me more than the woman lying at my feet. Glynnis wasn’t glamourous. She didn’t give a shit ‘who’ I was. Filled stadiums, screaming fans and millions of dollars meant nothing to her. There had been no silk sheets, no pre-emptive courting, no exotic oils or sex toys. No razzle-dazzle or showbiz. Just sand and sweat. It was the best sex I’d ever had and my gut and heart told me that it would always be that way with her. Why? Because, by God, Kevin Richardson was finally in love. Real love - not ‘convenient’ love, ‘lust’ love or ‘supposed to’ love. I couldn’t help but think about Kristin. Not about her, personally, but about our failed relationship. Making love with Glynnis was everything that having sex with Kristin was not. Everyday, Glynn and I worked with and for each other. We had common, basic goals that were unselfish and uncompetitive. The work was hard and unending but it forced all of us to cut through the crap and realize what was important. My former life seemed so shallow and staged.
I opened my eyes and saw that she was looking at me.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
She didn’t say anything and I got a little scared. I had fallen asleep replaying the sound of her voice calling to me in the night and I didn’t want to lose that. It was so personal, so intimate, so precious...
It was difficult for her but she choked out a few sentences. She seemed a little shy and I knew it would take time for her to feel comfort in speaking. I said something about her calling out to me and I think it embarrassed her a little. How sweet is that? Anyway, I teased her some to break the tension.
We had to get going so I put that wrap-around thing on her - higher this time to cover her breasts. I didn’t want anyone gawking at her. Despite this whole ‘back to nature’ adventure and the fact that everyone had lost some degree of modesty because of our circumstances, I wasn’t about to have anyone - especially AJ and Nick - staring at Glynn’s tits. The only person who was gonna be admiring those puppies was me.
When were about to start back when Glynn stuttered a little, saying something about the ‘lines on our face’. Next thing I knew, she scooping up sea water to wash them off. I don’t really know what the hell came over me when I saw her do that but I yelled for her to stop. I think I scared the shit out of her, to tell you the truth. I felt a little foolish but it had become important to me for those marks to stay on our skin - not forever, but at least for several more hours.
I didn’t make up this ‘marking’ thing. It was Brad’s idea, not mine but that was beside the point. It had become symbolic. To be perfectly honest, I wanted the people we lived with to see the marks. I wanted them all to know that Glynn and I were together. It was as official as it could be under the circumstances. That was that.... She was mine. The end.
I wanted her to do something for me before we returned. She looked kinda funny when I said I wanted to ask her something. God only know what she thought I wanted but I wanted to hear her call to me again. I wanted to hear my name on her lips.
She turned a little pink again but stood on her tiptoes and pulled on my shoulder. I bent down and she pressed her mouth against my ear.
"Kevin...."
It was only a murmur in my ear but it sounded like music to my soul.
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