Silver Bay Song

by Rutter, M J

  Before I could utter a word his hands began to smooth the cream over my back, his firm yet gentle strokes started a fire, the thought that I only had to lift up and my breasts would be out in the open fuelled that fire further.

  His hands moved over my shoulders and under my hair, down the backs of my arms and then he worked on the lower part of my back, right to the tip of my bikini where his fingers skimmed just inside causing me to wriggle. I could feel he had an erection as he pushed against my legs and move down. His hands began to rub and squeeze my legs, as he swept them up towards my backside, his fingers slid between the cheeks briefly and it made me moan.

  “If you don’t stop that, I will need to go for a swim and cool off,” I warned.

  “Well, then I’ll have to do it all over again.” He said leaning towards my neck, pecking it lightly and then climbing off my legs. “I want you so bad, it’s almost painful,” he said softly, forgetting my loose top, I turned onto my side and faced him.

  “It is broad daylight, we are out in the open…” I smiled.

  “On a deserted beach because everyone in this town is either gone somewhere else for the day or working,” he added. “Either I have you right here on the beach, or we go into the sea, it’s your choice.” I clipped the back of my bikini together and stood. I gazed at the turquoise ocean, yes, it had been something I wanted to try, but looked back around the cove, surrounded by sand dunes and he was right, there was no one in sight.

  I noticed some tall grass just behind us and I guessed it would be as good a place as any, not completely in full view, but the grass would give us some privacy should we need it. I took his hand and stood. I lifted the blanket and he bought the bag. We were actually going to have sex on the beach, in daylight, just the thought of it made me quake with trepidation but also excitement at the same time.

  “If we caught…” I frowned kneeling on the blanket. He pulled down his shorts and smiled.

  “It’s not going to take long,” he stated and sat beside me. I watched as he put on a condom, this was going to be messy and public and… I almost cried out when he pushed his hand inside of my bikini, “It won’t take long for you either,” he added. I led down and he pulled the bottom part of my bikini off, now I was exposed.

  As he moved inside of me, I forgot where we were. It was just us now, we owned the beach and anyone could find us, the thrill of that alone excited me more and he was right, it didn’t take long once he began moving. It was hurried but passionate and as I peeked with my first public orgasm, I scraped my nails up his back causing him to push in harder, a few sweet moments later he groaned, locked his hips inside of me and smiled a satisfied grin.

  “I told you, didn’t I?” he beamed breathlessly.

  “Yes,” I nodded. “So um, how are we going to clean up?” I asked. He turned his head and smiled at the ocean.

  “Fancy a swim?”

  I nodded my head, “As long as you promise to not seduce me in the water.”

  “Ha, ha, I was leaving that for tonight.” He beamed proudly and climbed from between my legs. He removed the condom and wrapped it in a paper napkin from the bag and pulled his shorts up his legs. I pulled my bikini back on and stood.

  Leaving our stuff on the beach we hurried into the sea and though it literally took my breath away with the cold, I dived under the waves and began swimming. He did keep to his word, leaving me to swim and after we sat on the blanket while we ate our picnic.

  “Tell me how you met Beth?” I asked taking a bite of a juicy red apple.

  He stared for a moment, “I can’t,” he frowned.

  “Why?”

  “Because you might not like what I have to tell you. Just know that we met, I proposed stupidly one night after a party and then the relationship sorta dried out.” He explained frankly. I frowned and gazed at the sea. “Don’t do that,” he sighed. “You know how LA is, you must see what it’s like.”

  “Is she famous?” I asked.

  “Maybe,” he grumbled. So this wasn’t getting us anywhere. “She’s a normal LA girl, craving fame and fortune and as fake as her boobs.” He sipped his juice, “What about Jay, how did you meet him?”

  “I rear-ended his truck,” I answered. “I’d gone out with my friends after college, when I left, I got into my car and drove right into the back of him while was stopped at the stop sign leaving the parking lot. I wasn’t concentrating and the next thing I knew, smash. He was great about it, but I was pretty shaken up. He gave me his number and asked for mine, I thought it was to exchange insurance details, but he called me the next night to make sure I was alright and then asked me out on a date.”

  “So it was love at first sight,” he nodded, obviously not liking that idea.

  “Maybe,” I shrugged. “It looks like it’s going to rain,” I said gazing at the heavy looking grey clouds. “I think it’s time we head home.”

  “Sure,” he stood and began packing up the picnic.

  He pulled his t-shirt over his head and lifted his flip-flops from the sand. I pulled my dress on over my shoulders and hooked my bag over my arm. We walked silently to the car and I wondered why he was sulking, he only gave me half an answer at that was okay, but because he didn’t like to hear me talk about Jay, he got upset. Was he a man or a teenager?

  I pulled the roof up on my car before we set off toward home, he sat quietly next to me and it began to piss me off. I hadn’t done anything wrong, so why was he being such a jerk about it all? After all, he asked me about Jay. When we got back to my house, dots of rain splashed on the windshield.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” he shrugged.

  “Crap, you have sulked all the way back. Is it because of Jay?”

  “I suppose so, yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because he gave you something I can’t,” he answered sourly and pushed the car door open.

  “What does that mean?” I demanded.

  “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up about this,” he shrugged.

  “You mean about us,” I clarified.

  “What do you want from it?” he asked turning his head to face me.

  “I don’t know,” I answered with a sigh. “Is this your way to tell me that this is a summer fling and that in a few weeks you will go back to your life and fiancé and I will just be a thing you screwed whenever you felt like it?”

  “I never said that, I have no intention of going back to Beth,” he said shaking his head. “I just don’t want you to think that we have a real future, because the truth is, we probably don’t.”

  Heat raced to my head, “Do you not think that is something you should have told me yesterday, you know, before screwing my brains out?” I barked.

  “And here it is,” he climbed out of the car. I climbed out and slammed my car door shut.

  “How dare you,” I snapped. “How dare you do this to me. I am not a tramp or cheap. I deserve better than a screw when you are horny.”

  “I know and I don’t want to lead you in to thinking that there will be a happy ever after, because nothing could be further from the truth. I’m sorry, Skylar, but this is just two adults enjoying each other’s company and having sex.”

  “Was,” I retorted. “This was about an asshole using me to get his kicks and then dropping me when he’s had his fill. Well, you know what, Kaden Wright, you are a dick.”

  “Come on, Skylar, don’t tell me you were expecting something to come out of this?”

  “Am I that bad then?” I demanded. He just stared blankly. “Thanks, you really know how to make a girl feel better.” I began walking to my house.

  “I thought you were just along for the ride. I didn’t think you were expecting a ring out it.” I spun around, rain had soaked through his shirt.

  “I wouldn’t want a ring from you if you were the last man on the planet. Who would want to marry an egotistical prick like you anyway? I am grateful you showed me how you truly felt before this w
ent any further, so thanks for that.” I yelled and walked towards my house.

  “Skylar… Skylar.”

  “Fuck you, Kaden!” I snapped and hurried inside my house. Hot tears stung my eyes, tears of pain and tears of fury. At that moment, had he knocked my door, I probably would have hit him.

  Ten

  Kaden

  “You fucking idiot,” I roared, launching the bag across the room. What the hell did I just do? I got all pissy over her dead fiancé and then to add insult to her wounds, I insinuate that she was just a lay. Way to go, Dickhead!

  I pulled a beer from my fridge and drank it dry, then another, my hands were shaking, but this wasn’t symptoms, this was rage. Why would I throw everything away? The doctor told me I was going to be okay, that they could manage the MS, was I still considering ending my life?

  Three.

  Four.

  Five beers later and I started to feel a little calmer. Until I saw her standing on her deck in the rain, gazing at the ocean in the storm. She caught me looking, turned around and slammed her door shut.

  Six.

  Seven beers and I picked up my phone, I wasn’t totally trashed, but on my way, I dialled the only number I had memorized, Parker Price, the moody bass player in the band, the only one I trusted.

  “Hello?” he said into my ear.

  “Parker, it’s me, Ka…uh, Max.”

  “Where the fuck are you, man?” he yelled.

  “A small seaside town called Silver Bay in North Carolina,” I answered.

  “Everyone is looking for you, even your mother has been here, she’s at your house. Call her and tell her you are okay.”

  “I can’t, I uh, I fucked up and I need some shit, do you have anything?”

  “No, I am clean, have been for weeks. Come home, I’ll help you, we all will.”

  “Help me, how?”

  “With your addiction, there are clinics and…”

  “Parker, I am not an addict, I am just sick and right now I want to get shit faced and maybe smoke a little weed.” I snapped. “I have to go, don’t tell anyone I called.” I ended the call and drank another beer. Flopping down on the couch, I remember my eyes feeling so heavy…

  Ding Dong!

  My eyes snapped open, the house was lit up like it was the holidays and the TV was on. The room smelled stuffy and as I slowly sat up, I could see my living room floor was littered with empty beer bottles.

  Ding Dong!

  The noise echoed out and vibrated in my aching head. I staggered to the door and pulled it open, Skylar frowned. She held out some clothes and the bag containing the box of condoms.

  “You look like shit,” she remarked handing the items to me.

  “Thanks,” I grumbled.

  “I just need to know something. Was it pity, did you sleep with me because you felt sorry for me?”

  “No.” I frowned.

  “Then why did you sleep with me?”

  “I am attracted to you, you are beautiful and sexy and I wanted you more than I have ever wanted anybody.” I scoffed.

  “So, what changed things?” she asked. I felt too crappy to go into this.

  “You, the way you spoke of Jay, I know I would never be that for you.” I answered.

  “You are right, because he was my soulmate and you only get that kind of love once in your life.” She agreed. “Right, well, thank you for your honesty.”

  “Skylar, please come in.”

  “No,” she sighed.

  “Please, we can be adults, adults who just so happen to have amazing sex with each other, don’t you want that? No strings, no commitments, don’t you just want to have a little fun?” She thought for a few moments, maybe all was not lost. “Look, I am a mess, I need a shower and a shave, so please come in and make some coffee and then we can talk.”

  “I am not sleeping with you again,” she frowned.

  “Coffee and a chat,” I confirmed. She nodded and stepped inside. My heart jump started again. Maybe I felt more for her than I first thought.

  I took two Tylenol and shaved as quickly as I could while the water for the shower ran. As I washed my hair, two hands moved over my shoulders as cold breasts pressed against my back, shortly followed by lips kissing my neck. I turned to face her, she smiled slightly,

  “What we have is real simple, we take it one day at a time and see where it goes, okay?”

  “Okay,” I nodded and she firmly took hold of me.

  “You are going to need this,” she said holding out a wrapped condom in her hand. I thought I was going to have to beg her for forgiveness, grovel even, but no, here she was, naked in my shower wanting me to make love to her.

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked.

  “I have never been more certain of anything,” she nodded and kissed me. “Just sex, no strings attached?”

  “If you are okay with that?” I nodded.

  “I am, are you?”

  “Yes,” I affirmed.

  Something about the way she acted concerned me for all of three seconds, in that time I was already inside of her and my mind went blank. She had wrapped her legs around my waist as I pushed her against the tiled wall of the shower, the warm water rained down on us, our mouths danced and her nails scratched up my back again, it drove me insane.

  I liked this girl, really liked her and began to doubt my own feelings. Her orgasm broke as she cried out, and mine followed shortly after. She was incredible and I didn’t know if I could handle just being someone she wanted to have sex with. Maybe I did want more.

  I gazed into her smouldering eyes, she bit on her bottom lip and I kissed her again. As our bodies parted, she showered with my shampoo and we both climbed out. Lifting her clothes from the floor and wrapping a towel around her body, she said she would see me later.

  What? Did I just get used?

  She had gone by the time I had found another towel and wrapped it around my waist. I hurried to my room and pulled on some shorts. I rushed over to her house and knocked on the door. She pulled it open now wearing a light pink dress,

  “What just happened?” I asked.

  “I believe it’s called casual sex, I woke up horny, came to see you, screwed you and left.” She explained flippantly. “You did say that’s what you wanted, no strings, no ties or commitment.”

  “I know what I said, but I think you took it the wrong way,” I frowned.

  “No, I don’t think so, I am now satisfied and I suppose you are too?” I nodded. “Good, job done then, you are satisfied, I am satisfied, we are both satisfied.”

  “This is what you want?” I asked.

  “I don’t think it matters what I want,” she retorted. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a date this evening, so I need to get ready.”

  “A date?”

  “Yes, so um, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow or something,” she tried to close the door.

  “Skylar, what is going on?”

  “Nothing, well, nothing that you need to worry about,” she replied. “I’ll drop by tomorrow, okay?”

  “For more sex?” I asked bemused.

  “That depends on how horny I am when I wake up.” She smiled slightly and closed the door. I just stood there like a dork. What the hell was going on?

  After an embarrassing amount of time just trying to fathom what was going on, I turned around and went home. She was playing me, there was no doubt about it, I didn’t like being used or how it made me feel. But I saw what she was doing, she was teaching me a lesson, not that I would let on to her that I knew her game.

  I returned to my house and made some breakfast even though it was almost three, I wanted cereal and enjoyed it. I watched the sea for a long time wondering about her date and who she had gone out with. Or was this just another part of her game and there was no real date?

  Shortly after seven, I had been sat watching a movie on TV as the screech of breaks on a car disturbed me. I sat up and gazed out of the window.

  Keith, she was going o
n a date with Keith. Was she crazy?

  I watched them leave, he opened the car door for her, she glanced at me as she buckled her seat belt. As he got to his door, he looked over at me and smiled. Asshole!

  I watched them drive away and was so angry at her, I decided to go for a swim and cool off. The sun was beginning to set as I ran towards the water and dived in, how could she be so stupid to trust him again. He tried to rape her, well maybe not rape, but he ripped her clothes open and groped her. Why would she go out with him again, to prove a point? What point? That she was stupid and naïve, that she needed someone to look after her? I sure seemed that way.

  I swam up and down that shore line, fuelled by fury alone. Everything was fine, right up until I got a cramp and barely made it out of the water. I lay on the sand gazing up at the stars and listened to the waves as they crashed on the shore. When the pain in my ribs alleviated slightly I sat up and began heading back to my house. As I got to the sand separating our houses, I could hear voices.

  “Well, you scared me, Keith.”

  “I really am sorry, Skylar. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you or even scare you.” He replied.

  “It’s all over with now,” she said as I reached my steps.

  “Yes, I am just grateful you allowed me to apologise.”

  I couldn’t help but to look over at her front door, she caught me watching. “Would you like some coffee?” she asked him. What? She invited him in.

  “As much as I like to take you up on that offer, under the circumstances, I don’t think that would be wise.”

  “Okay, well I’ll see you later then,” she said dryly.

  “Sure, uh,” he pecked her cheek, “Goodnight,” he said. I rolled my eyes and hurried to my door. She let him kiss her.

  I slammed my door shut and went to the fridge, unfortunately, I didn’t have anything in there. I had forgotten I had used all of my food. I grabbed my keys and headed out of my door, locking it behind me.