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Our guides are a few yards away, pointing out spots of history and culture for us.
“It’s something else, isn’t it?” I smile along with his amazement.
“You would think after seeing rivers worldwide, they would all blend together. But every color is unique; the smell is fresh in its own way.”
Clouds touch the tips of the cliffs and are blemished with gray. But right now, overcast is the perfect picture we want. I can hear the group before we see them. Men and women are paddling with all their might. When they round the bend, I am cheering and snapping shots. Paddles drag along the water then cut through the air in a rapid repeating motion. Eight helmets are a mismatched pattern among the big bright raft. I shout my support as they push harder to reach their resting spot at the edge of our feet.
They are victoriously reaching the edge. All are cheering, and Enzo and I are clapping until our hands ache. It’s a group effort; I can see the tears floating in their eyes as they wrap each other in a hug. Enzo and I spend the evening around a campfire as they tell us all their stories. I think the greatest blessing we have is to know the lives of strangers defying the odds.
A few guys are from the States, while many others are world explorers. We develop a familiar friendship with those walking around the guide of discovery. We exchange trip tricks and places we’ve been and where we want to go.
After the rafting, we have enough time to visit another site. Fitting in more locations on our to-do list.
Walking toward the World Peace Pagoda at the top of the hill, I find myself kneeling to the ground. Its pure white with gold lining makes me bow before its beauty.
“What are you doing?” Enzo stops next to me as others pass us, continuing to the temple.
“I don’t know; I think I’m having a spiritual moment.” Enzo is right there on his knees when I turn my head, expert. It’s a few minutes before I can find the strength to speak again.
We are at the top of the hill; there isn’t a better place for this structure to exist. Mountains in the distance give it a backdrop all are envious of. Every step I take towards it, the sun shines behind it, making it glow. There is a gold Buddha up the stairs, waiting to bless us on our day.
Enzo is sleepy by the time we get back; his cranky meter has skyrocketed to a quantum level.
“When are you going to let me inside you again? I’ve been jacking off in the toilet, and it’s not as fun watching it go down the toilet than watching it spread across your boobies.” Enzo walks over to me as I drop my bag and unload my camera. His hands jiggle my breasts, and I have to swat him away to start uploading the images I took of the day.
“What kind of porn have you been watching?” I reach to grab my laptop, but Enzo flops on the bed with a sigh.
“Just the usual floral arrangements.”
“Flowers?” It might make me worry a bit, but it’s Enzo; I wouldn’t expect anything less than weird. “You are jerking your shit to flowers.”
“First of all, it isn’tmy shit;it’sTHE SHIT, with capital letters. For instance, the bouquets are happy and joyous. Like is a great birthday celebration; holy fuck those are nice for a wedding. Damn, I hope someone loves me enough to send me those to my funeral.” His hands go to his forehead as he wipes away his frustration.
“You are masturbating to condolence flowers?” Now that might be a dealbreaker.
“Whatever, it’s not like….” But I turn to smile at him, so he knows I am making fun of his hardship of having to jerk off into the pooper instead of my vagina. “Shut up, Phoebe, you freaking like me.” His finger is extended and crooked as he points it in my face.
“Nah, I don’t think I do anymore.” I bring him for a kiss, one that says I am sorry my pussy is still healing from the sun, but the minute it is better, you are allowed full access. “I think fucking love you, man.”
“I love you too, Phoebe.” He kisses me with just as much passion. “Why do you tease me?” Enzo spins around and face plants on the bed.
“I am not teasing you; I have work to do. Besides, you weren’t the one who got a sunburn on your wiener.” I sit down on the bed and wait for the computer to boot.
“Yeah, but if it were me, I am sure I would let you get down on your knees and kiss it better.” Enzo pouts those full, thick lips like he hasn’t been gently thinking about healing my pussy with his spit and sperm.
“It’s just a few days!”
“Oh my God. When is the last time we didn’t have sex every day, Pheebs?” I swear he might have a panic attack.
“Probably when we first met. I think it was a month before you actually admitted you wanted to fuck me.”
“Only because you beg so sweetly, babe.” He reaches out a hand on my leg.
“When I am done, I will give you a good blowie.” I poke my tongue to my cheek to make it even more devious. But it only makes him more desperate.
“How long until you are finished?”
“A few hours.” Enzo cups my face; he loves the passion coming through with my art. “But to be fair, you know this; this is like the sixth trip you’ve been on with me. You know I like to dive in right after. I want to remember everything and edit the pictures exactly as I remembered it in real life.”
