An Afternoon on the Beach

“What did Professor Harper say when you told her about us?”

“She said that I was old enough to be your father.”

“That may be true but your feelings for me aren’t fatherly, are they?”

His eyes darkened and he pulled her roughly against him. “No, they aren’t,” he muttered thickly. And then he was kissing her passionately, making her knees weak. She clung to him as she kissed him back.

Several minutes later, he broke off the kiss, breathing heavily and released her so that he could pull his jacket over his head. His shirt followed and then, his trousers. Kalisha stared at him. “What are you doing?”

“Getting undressed. I want to make love to you.”


Yes, right here and right now.” He pulled down his underwear and stepped out of it when it fell about his ankles. “See how badly I want you.”

Heat surged through Kalisha and swallowing hard she frantically got undressed and when she was stark naked like him, she reached up and pulled his head down so that she could kiss him. Moaning against her lips, his hands gripped her buttocks, pressing her against him as he responded hungrily to her kisses.

This time she broke off the kiss to lie down on the sand. He joined her and she stared up into his flushed face as he parted her legs and moved between them. Then, she moaned and closed her eyes when she felt him inside her. She clung to his shoulders as he slammed his hips forward. Overhead, were the piercing cries of the seagulls as they soared above the quiet waves.

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Sometime later, they got dressed. The sun had gone behind the clouds. Kalisha walked over to where the water lapped onto the sand. It felt squishy between her toes. She went into the water and stood there as it swirled about her ankles, looking out to the horizon. Her body was tingling all over.

She looked over her shoulder at Joe as he pulled on his jacket. She still couldn’t believe that they had just made love on the beach. That was one of the many things she loved about him. He was full of surprises. He was the most wonderful and exciting man she had ever known.

Brody was a sweet guy and she liked him but she just wasn’t feeling the chemistry she felt she ought to be feeling. In retrospect, she knew that she would have broken up with him even if she hadn’t met and fallen in love with Joe. Poor Brody, he had been really cut up when she told him that she wanted to end their relationship.

When he asked her what the reason was for the breakup, she was honest with him. She told him that she wasn’t in love with him. He asked her if there was someone else and she said yes but didn’t tell him who it was. He sat there for a while, stunned and dejected and then, he got up and walked away. She stayed there on the bench in the park for a while before she left.

After the breakup, she hadn’t seen Brody or heard anything about him until Joe mentioned him last week Friday. She wished him well. In time, he would get over her and move on with someone else–a woman who would love him in return. He deserved that. They both deserved to be happy and she was happy with Joe.

Joe went over to her, his Canvas shoes in his hand. “What’s going through that lovely head of yours?” he asked.

“I was thinking about you, me, Brody and Professor Harper and then about how happy I am with you.”

He smiled. “I’m happy with you too.”

“And I don’t care what Professor Harper or anyone else says or thinks. All I care about is you, us. We love each other and that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. Let’s go for a nice long walk before we head back to the city.”

Holding hands, they walked along the water’s edge and watched as the sun emerged from behind the clouds.

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