“It’s when people are of age, and they have sex. A healthy, consensual coitus?” She’s waiting for my response, but all she’s getting are my clenched fists and a tight jaw. So she continues. “Coitus? Like what we just did? When you putyour penis into my vagina? Your schlong into my coochie?” she adds when I don’t reply.
I’m about to go ballistic when I notice a jerking muscle on her cheek. I’ve been so focused on her words about her having sex with other people that I totally missed the moment she started having fun with it.
“Your well-proportioned member into my?—”
“I got it!” I cry out, not able to take any more of her colorful synonyms.
This is where she can’t take it anymore and doubles over with laughter. “You’re a very uptight dude.” She shakes her head and washes her face with the water.
“Are you really on a shot?” I need to confirm it for peace of mind.
“Yes,” she sighs. “Don’t worry, you’re free, big man.”
“I’m not worried, Maeve. I wasn’t joking when I said I’d take care of you.”
Her laughter is emotionless, and I don’t like it. “I heard.”
I watch her taking a dip in the water when she gets tired of wiping my cum off her thighs. It’s a lot. And I really don’t like her wiping it off so vigorously. I’ve never been into a breeding kink, but she has made me broaden my horizons.
I join her a moment later. The water is insanely hot, and it’s only the morning. We can probably get some fish around here. It will be a good test of my masculinity to stand against the fish. I’m sure we can figure out a fire when we have incentive to fry the food.
I sit in the water while she’s slowly splashing back and forth in front of me. At some point, I can’t wait anymore and ask, “Do you have someone back at home? That’s why you need a shot?”
She sends me an odd look. “Why are you so hyper focused on it?”
“I dunno.” I shrug nonchalantly, trying notto show how important her answer is. “Just curious.” Just curious to see how many fuckers I need to get rid of when we go back to the reality of our lives.
“I don’t have someone back home,” she answers with lots of anger she just summoned out of nowhere. “Do you think I’d sleep with you if I had?” Now, she’s totally offended, and I can’t really blame her. I wish I could say I feel bad, but I don’t. Now I know what I need to know.
She can be mine. Sheismine; she just doesn’t know it yet. My problems on the mainland? I’ll figure something out. Right now, it feels like we’ve fallen out of the loop where everyone is moving. Like we were given this opportunity to pause and reassess our lives. At least,Iwas given it for sure.
And this reassessment sure as fuck happened. A few days without my phone, money, and name is all I needed to see that my old life with my old goals was a false idol.
“Sorry,” I mumble, not feeling it at all. And she knows it. She already knows me so well because she gives me an evil eye and swims toward the shore.
Of course, I follow her. Like a fucking lost puppy.
And why did it take me so fucking long?
We grab some leftover fruit and water in silence, collect our stuff, and head toward the waterfall to replenish the pantry. There’s a dark cloud on the top of her head, indicating that she’s mad at me. Very mad. I know a thing which could chase the cloud away, but first, I need to get her in the mood.
“Do you want a papaya?”
She loves them, and we’ve run out. The last one from yesterday turned out to be rotten, and Maeve’s sour face when she opened it gave me an idea how I can get back into her good graces.
“No.” Her tone is short.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Alright then. I want a papaya. Let’s make a detour.”
I turn to walk in front of her, lean forward, and place my shoulder in her midriff.
“What are you doing?” she squeaks, digging her fingers into my sides as she holds on.
“Going to get a papaya for us.”
