Never believe what a writer says. They tell stories.
You know how sometimes you can be dreaming and a word pops into your head and you think to yourself “I wonder what the meaning of that is? I’ll ‘Google’ it in the morning”. Or it’s a place name and you will need to know where in the world that town is. You think, “If I don’t jot that down or look it up now it’ll never happen, and I’ll never know”.
It happens to me all the time and most times I’ll roll over and go back to sleep never finding the answers to all those little unanswered questions that live in my subconscious.
It was last summer that I had the idea for a short story that just popped into my head one hot night. As if it wasn’t hard enough trying to sleep with this heat, now I had this urge to get up and go to the computer and start.
So picture this. Young guy hunched over a computer. Its 1a.m. in the morning and my fingers are flying over the keys trying to get all the words of the story down before all the other things in my environment got in the way. Like my nagging need to empty my bladder, my rumbling tummy and my empty cup of coffee that needs filling. No, if I get up that will be it and I’ll lose it, the theme of the story.
So I kept going and the words just kept pouring out of me. It was morning before I knew it and the dawn chorus of birds broke into my consciousness with their insistent and constant chirping and the sound of the breakers hitting the beach. I hate being distracted. I think it may have something to do with the touch of ADD that I have.
Well it was finished, apart from doing a spell check and another read, but the words were there. I got them down and out. I felt great and gave up a big sigh.
Just here I should point out that the story was about young love and at points it had the writer near to tears, well choked up anyway. (No guy will admit to tears). I had taken my time with this story and it just cascaded from deep within me. All my feelings for women and the love I had for them, all the deep feelings that a young man feels for his first love were all there between the pages.
I’ll need to pass this along to my editor for reviewing. He was always surprised at my talent for writing. While never going to win a Booker Prize I was successful enough.
Maybe I’d ask Jill my sister to just have a quick look at it for me, before forwarding it on to my publisher. She was coming over later for lunch and a swim; she lived in her own flat in town not near the coast.
I got up and stretched, really needing to relieve myself and get some caffeine into my brain.
My house was on the coast and while not big, just 3 bedrooms, it was all mine thanks to a string of short stories and a few novels that had hit the bookshelves. My writing was well received. Meaning I could survive by writing and be quite comfortable too. My publisher was overjoyed at the demand for my books and had engaged me for some book signings and an interview or two. The doorbell chimed and I heard the sound of Jill calling my name.
The doorbell chimed and I knew it was my sister Jill arriving for a morning swim, and then heard her calling my name.
“Chase, are you there?”
“Come on in, I’ve just made some coffee. Grab a cup. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Jill was 20, but was so petite that she looked like a 15 year old. 5’2 foot tall and slim, she always had to show her ID for proof of age. She had a boyish figure, cute A cup breasts with a small tight butt probably due to all those years of ballet and Gym classes.
Jill came in and gave me a quick kiss and a look. “Why are you so happy?”
“I just finished my latest novel, and I want you to be the first to see it.”
“Oooh, could I read it?”
“I was hoping you would and maybe give it a proof read while you’re at it.”
“It’s on my laptop in the bedroom.”
I followed her along the hall as usual relishing the sight of her tight figure and long legs. I could feel my dick stirring in my shorts.
On entering the bedroom Jill said. “I love this room, with its big double doors opening on to the terrace and the view of the ocean and the soft breeze billowing out the curtains. I would love to wake up here to the sound of the waves on the beach.”
Laughing I said “sit down and I’d get the coffee.”
She went to the desk and brought the laptop to the double bed and sat there in the sea breeze. I wanted to let Jill get well into the story before disturbing her, so I busied myself with all the things that a bachelor has to do and put on a load of washing and tidied up the living room before Jill had a chance to have a go at me for the typical untidy bachelor pad.
I got two coffees and headed for my bedroom. As I stepped through the door, I looked over at Jill and was again amazed at how beautiful she was. Sitting there on the bed in a light cotton top over her bikini, small bare feet delicately crossed, legs pulled up under her small frame. She looked so delicate.
I made room on the desk and put the two coffees down and sat watching her from my chair. I could do this all day.
Time passed and I had finished my coffee and hers and she was still reading. I noticed at times she would sigh and other times she would smile that lovely smile of hers. Now she had tears running down her cheeks.
I could see her getting hot and sweaty and wriggling her hips on the bed. The sun was up and coming in through the window. It was going to be a hot one.
I left her a note and went down to the beach. Just a short walk through the last dune and I was there. Still too early in the morning for the crowds of this seasons tourist throng to get up and come down with their bright umbrellas and noise. I had it all to myself.
I started jogging first slowly then faster as I pumped my legs down on the harder sand near the water. I was lost in my thoughts as I neared the end of the sandy strip and the rocky cliff started.
I had come a long way and should get back to see what Jill thought.
As I began to head back I was thinking of Jill and her petite form. I had heard that some girls had a delayed start to puberty, especially gymnasts. I thought back to the times I had seen Jill in next to nothing: leaving the shower in our parent’s house getting dressed for a school dance and sunbaking in her costume on the weekends when our parents brought us here to the beach.
We grew up seeing each other naked and always felt that it was no big deal. Once I snuck in while she was in the shower and turned off the hot water and ran off to the sounds of screams as the cold water hit her.
We had once done some experimenting and fooled around and had even come close to making love after a huge tickle session in our bathers which had led to some heavy petting and my first feel of a pussy and Jill’s first look at an erect cock.
That day had meant a lot to both of us and had cemented a special bond between us.
I entered the house revelling in the coolness it offered and glad I had thought to put some cold drinks in the fridge. I got two and went to bedroom. I drank mine and had a quick shower. Jill was still reading as I stepped out. Dam, I knew it was good but thought she would have finished it by mid morning so we could have a swim before the heat of the day got too much.
I had just put her drink down on the bedside table, when she gazed up at me with a look of both wonder and something else I couldn’t place. Looking at me she came over putting both arms around me and giving me the deepest kiss I had ever had.
The kiss was very special as it was given with more feeling and warmth than a boy and a girl when they are children. This was a lover’s kiss, where both know just what the other wants and both give it back with love.
“That was incredible.” she said “and I don’t just mean the kiss.”
“That story,” she said pointing to the laptop “has a magic that few books have. At times I felt that I was there with the characters, feeling all the love that they were experiencing. Wow, your good! Now I’m talking about the kiss.”
With that, we kissed again slipping our tongues against each other and both slowly lay back down on the bed.
She was so turned on by the story that I could feel the wetness on her legs as I slid my knee between hers held her around her athletic waist and smelled her scent, the smell of a woman in heat.
She marvelled at the muscular chest he had developed and his rippling abdomen, his skin warm from the sun. He must have been on a run. She could hardly control her urges at this stage and thrust her hip against his, feeling him get hard immediately.
的 know we’ve never spoken about this, but I know that you love me and I love you and I want to take it to the next level. The story has pushed my feelings to the brink and I just have to touch you and hold you.