Page 33 of OneTime Lovers
After a final snorkel through the clear reef waters this afternoon, Jas and I returned to the beach, collapsing on our towels to dry off. I guess it was inevitable that one thing would lead to another, with us secluded and wearing minimal clothing. Luckily, I’d had the forethought to put some condoms in my backpack.
Now I have new images of Jasmine, naked, straddling my hips and riding me with the wild abandon of a rodeo rider. Her tantalizing breasts, bouncing to the rhythm of my thrusts as she took her pleasure from my body.
Maybe she was right, this thing between us could be a bad idea, as it’ll be hard to erase the memory of her face as she came undone, her inner walls squeezing out an equally dramatic climax in me.
“Are you warm enough,” I ask as I feel Jas shiver against my side. With a tug on a corner of the blanket, I pull it up over her shoulder, squeezing her tighter into the heat of my body. I’m enjoying lying here with her as the balmy island night closes in around us. It’s like we’re cocooned in our own private world.
“Hmm, I’m warm now,” she murmurs from my shoulder, her breath a soft tickle on my skin. A contented sigh escapes me from deep in my gut. This moment encapsulates my life motto,Live, Love, Surf,and I realize somewhere along the way I’ve lost track of it. I need to get back to thinking about what’s important to me.
Jas moves position, raising her head to rest her chin on the hand she has splayed across my chest, and peers up at me with her intoxicating emerald green gaze. This close I can see the vibrant irises are rimmed in a deep forest green, her almond-shaped eyes fringed in thick dark lashes, and currently they are focused intently on me. I shift a little, not moving away but hoping to break the intensity of her scrutiny. The hammock sways again as I wait for her to say something, but when she remains silent, I ask, “Are you checking me out again? Seriously, woman, you’re insatiable.”
“And there it is again your cocky attitude ruining the moment. No, I wasn’t checking you out, I’m just trying to figure you out.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping to suppress the usual heavy feeling of dread come over me. I’ve been here before with women who think sex means commitment. A commitment I’m not willing to give, not till I can get my shit together with the business.
She giggles and tapping my chest lightly, says, “Hey, settle down I’m not about to get all heavy on you. Seriously you should have seen the look on your face then.”
As Jas’s soft laugh continues to vibrate against my chest, I ask cautiously, “Okay––what did you mean then?”
“Scott,” she says in a firm tone that reminds me of last night when she was begging for more, “I mean I want to know more about you … as in a friendly kind of way, nothing more.” The muscles in my neck and shoulders relax as I lay my head back down.
“Fine––but first I’d like to point out, I don’t usually lie naked in a hammock with my friends after fucking them senseless.”
I love how she feels the need to again roll her pretty eyes at me. “Neither do I, but it’s where we find ourselves on this island.”
I guess I hadn’t thought too much about seeing Jasmine away from the island. Strangely the idea doesn’t concern me like it normally would, in fact I’d like to see her again, maybe in New York.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure … but I get to ask one back.” I smile at her sassy response, I like it.
“Deal, and I promise to answer it.” With my free hand, I draw a cross over my heart like we did as kids when we made promises. Then not missing a beat, I ask, “I wanted to know, why just one-time? You really surprised me that night you agreed to our deal. Don’t get me wrong I’m very glad you did. But I’ve wondered since why you insisted it should be only once.” By the afternoon of the first day we met, I could have told her once would never be enough for us.
She clears her throat. “It’s simple, I don’t want the complication of more.” She sighs heavily, her breasts brushing seductively against my chest. Damn she feels good, but I’m pulled from more dirty thoughts as she starts speaking again. “Last year I had a nasty breakup with a guy I’d been dating about eight months. He was my longest relationship and turned out to be a cheating, lying asshole. He broke my trust, and my heart a little. No major damage but it’s made me more cautious.”
“What a fucking idiot,” I blurt out, unable to hold in my immediate reaction.
She pulls away from me slightly, a faint smile on her lips, then continues, “Casual like this is perfect.” She taps one fingernail on my chest then points it at herself. “This thing we have happening here, allows us to indulge in each other’s bodies, knowing this is where it ends. Off the island we’ll go our separate ways, back to our real lives, and maybe in the future we’ll meet up again as friends of friends.” I guess Jas is right, this is perfect, we can enjoy the moment with no expectations.
Another intense green-eyed stare is focused on me. “Now it’s your turn. Tell me something about you that only your closest friends know.”
Bringing her body back flush with mine, I begin to tell her some of my history. “As a young kid all I dreamed of doing was designing and making surfboards. But then randomly on my sixteenth birthday, Dad gave me a helicopter flying lesson as a present, and from that day on, flying became my new obsession.”
Just saying this stuff out loud has me thinking about where I am now in my life plan.
“Then what happened?” Jasmine prompts, and I realize I’d stopped abruptly caught up in my internal thoughts.
“Well, after high school, the Australian Air Force seemed the next logical step for a fit eighteen-year-old, with a helicopter license and a desire to fly other aircraft, so I signed up. Ten years in the Air Force gave me everything I wanted to do as a pilot.”
I stop again, not sure about how much I want to share. There was a lot that happened in those ten years, most of it was good. It was only really at the end when things went off the rails. “Ahh … I retired about five years ago and got the chance to follow my earlier dreams, to establish my own custom surfboard company.”
My grandparents provided my sister and me, with a substantial trust fund. More than enough for me to start my company, buy a luxury condo in Florida, and still have plenty left over.
“Why Florida and not Australia with all those surfing beaches?” Jasmine asks, digging a little deeper, and I decide to open up a bit more, even though it feels uncomfortable. After all, she shared something private about herself.
I clear my throat. “My family are a bit of a big deal in Australia and as you’re probably aware, that makes the children in the family a social media target. Here nobody knows my background. Also, my mom is American, it’s my dad who’s Australian, and I have extended family in Florida.”
Jas has probably learned more about me in the last ten minutes, than most who’ve known me for a few years, but still, I don’t feel comfortable sharing more.
