Page 18 of Wishful Thinking

Chapter Twelve

Wishes Granted

Belle moved around his bungalow and studiedthe color scheme. The interior matched the exterior, varioushues of blue. Never having gone in to Stella’s mini-homes,nowawed by the woman’s decorating techniques. Sal moved around the kitchen and filled a tall glass with beer, sliced an orange and wedged it on the rim of the glass, then handed the brew to her. He snagged his glass and opened the back porch doors. The day was still balmy, but the breeze was blowing. A grin spread across his face as he imagined what may come later, knowing Belle blew just as well the wind. He set his drink down on the table as she plopped down in one chair.

“Be right back, got to grab you your snack, m’lady.” She took a bite of the orange and squeezed it, then submerged it into the amber-colored liquid. Sal came out a few minutes later carrying a plate piled high with cheesy pizza squares. He set the platter down in front of her and took his seat.

“Sorry, this is frozen pizza, but I addedfresh cheese to it. I remember how much you loved your pizza.” She grabbed a slice and bit into it, nibbling the treat as her noises of pleasure filling the air.

“Not bad, Sal. Really, for frozen, this isyummy. I may have to pick up this brand next time I hit the mainland. Most of these things taste like cardboard. I love it here, but I do miss fresh hand-tossed pizza. We need a pizzeria on the island. I delight in a respectable slice, but it wasn’t a deal breaker for me buying here.” She pointed out to the horizon where a school of dolphins frolicked in the waves. With high tide, they were closer to shore than normal. A scene she never tired of, she felt her body relaxing in the company of her old friend and lover.

“Whatelsehave you been up to?” She picked up another slice and ate half, waiting. Sal smiled, a sad look that she felt an oddsatisfaction in.

“I finished school and worked at a factory in management for a few years, then realized I was wasting my life away doing something I hated. So, I used my minor in journalism and worked doing free-lance articles for a rag called the Silver Dispatch. I get enough work in photography now,supportingmyself and my style. I dated, but no one everlasted.Deep down, I’ve been goodat breaking hearts. Keepinga piece of myself off limits from each relationship. It wouldinevitably fail because I couldn’t love someone when I was still in love with someone else.” He finished his slice and gazed out at the water.

“Life has beena lonely existence, but it gave me time to hone my craft. I get lost in my subjects when I look through the lens. I love bringing out the beauty in things, culling to the surface minute things that people take for granted. Everyone is always in such a hurry. They glance at something, but neverseethetrue essence. That’s my job, to show them what they’re missing. I enjoyphotography, and it pays the bills. What about you?”Belle took a sip of her beer and smiled, a sad look on her face.

“I never wanted to get tied down. After I moved here, I realized that I craved solitude after all the limelightandwinning my settlement. Idateda guy named Steve. My, he was a piece of work. Once I had beenawardedthe money, he concocted grand schemes of what we’d do, where we’d go. Unfortunately, they were things geared around his wants and needs. I knew where our relationship was headed and brokeoff with him aferward. We hadn’t even made love, we were waiting for the big day. I guess I knew in my heartwe neverwould have worked out. I made peace with it and let him go. He changed overnight. Calling in the middle of the night begging me, following me around, it was pathetic. I got it in my head that anyone I met would use me for the money, so I left. I invested some in building up my home, and I made a life here amongst the sea and the island folks, just being regular old Belle. No one knew me from Adam, and no one asked. I lovebeing here. No muss, no fuss.”

Reachingfor the last slice, Sal arrived at itfirst. He lifted it up and smiled at her.

“I am a gentleman and should give you this. Knowing how much you love it. Do you want it Belle?” She gazed at him, knowing they were no longer talking aboutthe food. Shifting in her seat, she moved closer to him.

“Oh my, your cooking is sogood, Sal. Yes, I want it, onlyif you’re willing to part with it?”

Opening her mouth, he angled the slice towards her. She bit into it without her eyes leaving his face. She chewed it, savoring the moment, and he shoveled the last bite into his own mouth, swallowing it down with a grin. Belle licked her lips, took a sip of her beer and stood.

“I need to use your bathroom if you don’t mind.” Sal stood up, and she motioned him to sit. She walked in with a slight backward glance and giggle. Sal felt himself growing hard as he watched her tight ass in her bikini bottoms walk towards the bedroom. He drank more of his beer and watched the dolphins, then gathered the plate and both glasses. His bare feet moved across the tile floor and he pulled the fridge open, grabbed two more beers and filled the glasses. He heard the bathroom door open and glanced in the bedroom as he walked by.

Belle lay in the middle of his bed wearing nothing but a smile. Her hair fanned out across his pillow and she gazed at him with that look of want. Trailing a finger down her stomach to the edge of her pubic hair, she grinned.

“I need a kiss, Sal. Maybe right…About… Here?Hmmm… Or was it here?”

She spread her legs open and ran her fingers up her thighs, stopping just short. Sal felt his hands shaking and walked in, set the beers down on the nightstand and fell on to the bed. His tongue licked one breast and then began its exploration further down her body. Belle leaned up and began sliding his trunks down, pausing when his erection stopped her progress. Sal yanked them down impatiently and breathed in before going under again. Her hand gripped his thick, throbbing cock, and she traced a nail down his shaft before moving it back and forth on his sack. Sal plunged his tongue into her sopping wetness, moving his body sideways as she took him her mouth. On her side, Belle had one leg in the air and Sal held her ass cheeks in both hands as she rocked back and forth. He matched her rhythm as he felt himself getting to the edge of no return, he pulled his head back.

“Oh hon, wait, not yet. I want to be inside you. It’s been so long and I miss that hot sweet tight twat of yours. Girl, I want to feel you as you cum, feel that sweet tightness holding me again.”

He shifted around and she spread her legs as he moved between them. He held his throbbing red shaft in his hands. Belle nudged her lips apart with her fingers and leaned up, waiting for him to plunge in and lose himself for good. Sal wiggled it around her opening, feeling the juices mingle and edged his way in, enjoying every second as his cock found thelong lost home. Belle arched her back, and he grabbed her breasts in his hands as he thrust in as far as he could. She was tight, but ready. Moving in tandem, their breath filling the air, Sal knew it would be a short stay at the Belle Inn. Her body flexedin and out as she hungon the verge. Sinking lower, he slammed in and out of her as her moans turned to screams of pleasure. He let go of his load and slumped on her as her twat spasmed around his cock.

Belle ran her fingernails down his back and he cried out, feeling the last of his semen squirting out, adding to her hot wetness. He lifted his head and looked at her, a look of peace etched across his face. Belle’s eyes were shining as she held back her tears, a smile lit the corners of her mouth. She moved forward and kissed his lips and she wiped a tear away.

“Welcome home Sal, I’ve missed you, this, us. We can’t change yesterday, but we can start again. I’m not the same Belle, you’re not the same Sal. I’d love to get to know you again, not only with this, butwith everything.” Sal moved to her side and propped his head on his hand.

“I’d like that, Belle. Those words I’ve dreamed of for years but never expected to hear in this lifetime. Yes, let’s start over. I know I need to earn your trust, but we can take it slow. We already know we’re perfection at this, we just need to build the foundation again. God, how I’ve missed your face, talking to you. I miss my best friend.” Belle wrapped her arms around him and clasped him as he cried. Her tears ran the length of her face and slipped down his shoulder.

They woke up at midnight. Belle stretched out, noted the hour, bound up and flew out of bed. Fumbling around for her clothes, she laughed when Sal flicked on the bedside table light. He rested there, smirking at her.

“Ah shucks. Do we have to get up? Let me guess, you need more pizza, or is it the amazing sex?” Belle laughed and shook her head.

“No, I’m satiatedin the hunger department, the sex…. Maybe later. I’ve got to get home and feed the Sassy.” Sal slid off the bed and threw on his trunks. Stifling a yawn, he accompanied her as she went to the living room. A cool front had moved in and a sharp breeze wafted through the open veranda doors. Sal grabbed water from the fridge, then flipped on his loafers.

“I can walkhome by myself, Sal, it’s a short shoot away. Go to bed. We’lltalk tomorrow, I promise.” Sal shook his head.

“After the other night, I’m not taking any chances. It took me too many years to find youand I’m not taking the chance. Allow me to escort you home, later I’ll come back here. It’s no trouble and it will make me feel warm and fuzzy, to protect the damsel not in distress.”

Belle chuckled and followed Sal to the door. A light glowed in Berta’s cottage, but Stella’s lay dark. The breeze reached them as the moved past the homes and Belle sighed.

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