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“By the way, what is your name?” I ask.
“Analise.”
“That’s very pretty, it fits you.”
“I’m glad you’re staying. Things work out when you least expect it.” I watch as she fairly skips out of the door. Half woman, half child, she seems to have left the lightness of her spirit in the room, for it doesn’t seem as odious as it had earlier. I unpack and prepare myself for bed, thinking how weary I am, and how good this bed will feel.
Sometime before dawn, I’m dreaming, nearly conscious, but still in an otherworldly state. I think I hear the door creak, but I’m too oblivious to look up. I fall back asleep only to wake again feeling someone very near.
I hope it’s Peach, but find that it’s Analise. I can tell by the fragrance of her perfume, because I can’t see her body. Her hands are on my breasts, palms kneading them like bread. Her touch is soft, her breath warm. She kneels next to my body to be near, and then climbs on top of me, resting a small soft bottom on my belly. She’s hardly any weight at all.
As she holds my breasts in her hands, I remember seeing her long slender fingers, and her well manicured nails—just enough nail to scratch, though she doesn’t now. Each hand holds what it can accommodate of my flesh. I feel her pouring some liquid on them: a fragrant perfume that she rubs gently into my skin.
Then she falls over on to me so that her face lies between my breasts. She wiggles her cunt across my thighs, her body moving like an agile snake. She runs her hands down my torso until she finds my ass, and wriggling her fingers under me, she takes each rear cheek in hand and pulls my ass wide. She squeezes the flesh firmly, though nothing stings, nothing hurts, every little gesture only heightens the arousal that climbs through my body.
She pulls up on me, just as my hands begin to rove her body. I feel the soft mellow curves of her flesh. By her looks, I would imagine her bonier than she is; to my surprise she has a sensuous fullness about her. There’s a lovely soft cushion that rubs against my own. When our lips meet, her tiny tongue pops out to lick my mouth. In the lightening morning, I can just barely see her face, and that strange light that comes from her eyes. I see her smiling.
I feel her back with my hands, and trace a line down her spine with my fingers until I find her ass. I pull her ass as wide as she’s pulled mine and feel for her anus. She lets out a little shriek, as I try to penetrate it, and so I back off. I feel for her cunt, and find hers as wet as mine. Feeling more, I discover that there’s a ring in her labia just like mine. At least I think it’s so. I wonder at the odd coincidence, and look forward to seeing the ring with my eyes. It’s still too dark to examine anything, though I can see from the window that it’s nearly sunrise, as the sky is beginning to lighten.
“Why did you come to me?” I whisper to her. It seems important that our voices are hushed, almost as if we were hiding this lovemaking from the rest of the silent house.
“I wanted you and you have no one,” she says. She says no more as she sits on me again and runs her hands along my neck, across my breasts and down to my belly. She uses her nails to scratch me now. My groin bucks hard, even with her sitting on it. Each small pained clawing makes my need rise higher. She grinds her pussy int
o mine, and we make a motion that resembles male/female fucking. I even think for an instant, that a double dildo would bring us both off, but we don’t need that when our pussies, pressed to each other and rubbing lewdly, seem to be all the stimulation we require. I gasp as a small crescendo takes me away. I don’t hear a whimper in return but she’s as satisfied as she needs to be, because she leaves me.
With the early morning light now clearly illuminating the room, there’s a smile I easily see as she pads out of the room.
Chapter Ten
There’s some reason for me to stay here. I’m not certain why. I’m sure that Analise’s appearance in my bed is a trap to keep me at Tasia’s, though perhaps I’m just paranoid. In any event, this is a diversion that I enjoy. Analise seems to want nothing from me but sexual play, no emotional attachment, no commitment, no real friendship, even though she’s the only real friend I have here.
She flits back and forth from somewhere downstairs to my room. Her moments with me seem so brief after she’s gone, so that I treasure them, and look forward to her return. There are other women coming to the B&B, but choosing to ignore them, I erect a wall around myself that only Analise penetrates.
For the first several days of my self-imposed exile—I call it an exile for I feel like I’m in some foreign country against my will—I spend a good deal of time on the beach, sunbathing. It seems to have potent restorative powers, particularly as I can often forget Peach while I lay in the sun. On this day however, I confess I’ve made the nasty trek down the cliff because I saw Peach go down just before me. She wears Tasia’s collar, but she also wears a skirt and blouse I gave her, which gives me a warm feeling. To my disappointment, Peach pays no attention to me and drifts off down the shoreline with another woman. She talks with easy animation, the vacancy in her eyes has disappeared, but I feel too uncomfortable to follow her and intrude. I decide that it will be the last time I go after her, it seems so cloying and morose.
Removing my clothes, I lay out on my blanket to drink in the sun. I’m just becoming pleasantly warm and aroused when Analise appears like an angel hovering over me in one of her many diaphanous dresses. All her clothes seem to be floral prints of nearly transparent fabric. This one she begins to remove as she stands over me. I watch mesmerized as one shoulder drops away, falling down so one breast is exposed. I still marvel at the way her breasts billow from her slight form, like soft balloons. She moves so slowly that each sensuous movement is like unwrapping a gift, one ribbon at a time. When the top of her dress falls away, she sinks to her knees next to me, and allows the unstructured garment to float to the sand like a feather, leaving her totally naked. She wears a dainty smile, knowing that she pleases me.
Analise strokes my face as she leans over my body. I want to take her loose wobbling breasts in my hands, but instead I let them dangle over my face. They sway gently until I catch one with my mouth and cover the nipple with my lips and suck like a child. She backs off as the nipple remains clutched by my teeth, and I hold on until she offers a tiny wince of pain. I repeat the process with her other breast, making her tug against my mouth before I release. What remains when I’m finished are two tiny tight wet buds against the backdrop of her wide pink aureoles.
“A dip in the ocean?” she suggests, as she smiles down at me. She quickly jumps to her feet and runs toward the water, splashing her way into the foaming surf. I follow, diving into the oncoming wave, so that I can catch her. We play a fitfully fun wrestling game, falling down in the water and rolling in the wet sand. The cool temperature invigorates my sluggish body. Analise’s easy grace and playfulness makes me laugh. We sit in the water with the waves lapping around our bottoms, and between our legs where the soft foam acts like an ever-so-tender lover. We sit arm in arm, like two kids. This is the lightest I’ve felt in weeks, certainly the happiest I’ve felt since I’ve been here. For the moment Analise is the only woman in my mind.
We return to the blanket on the beach and collapse onto the smooth surface. As she lays back to let the sun dry her, I see her cunt ring glint as mine does. There’s a simple single rose hanging from the plain ring. I take the liberty of flicking the jewelry with my fingers.
“Does this hang against your clit?” I ask. It seems long enough to tickle her there.
“I can feel it all the time if I think about it.”
“Where did you get it?”
“Anastasia,” she says.
It’s a fact that doesn’t surprise me, though it reminds me of that woman again. I would just as soon keep her visage from my mind, but in this place, with her overbearing manner, it’s difficult not to see her around every corner, lurking nastily at every turn.
“She’s really quite gentle you know,” Analise says reading my thoughts.
“You couldn’t convince me of that in a thousand years, after what I saw a few nights ago.”
“She only implements dreams, nothing more. Is that so horrible?”
