SUMMER HOLIDAY – Chapter Six
Yvonne woke before the sun had fully begun its climb over the mountains in the east, spurred by an unfamiliar weight beside her in the bed. She opened her eyes and the sight of Norman Miller lying naked beside her on top of the sheet in the half light brought all the memories of the previous night rushing back to her, and put a smile on her face. His ass was tight and round, firm. A thrill ran through her.
Norman. The man she’d taken for a lover. Lover. She repeated the word in her head, wondering at its unfamiliar ring, wondering how it made it her feel. The man she’d cheated on her husband with the night before. The first time she’d been unfaithful to her husband.
She considered him there, sleeping the sleep of the innocent. And she was torn. Part of her felt elated at what had happened between them – she couldn’t remember ever waking up feeling this invigorated after a night of hot, passionate sex. Matter of fact, she couldn’t remember having ever having hot, passionate sex before. Every muscle, every nerve tingled radioactively with memory.
And yet, a sick feeling churned in her stomach at the realisation of what she’d done. She’d betrayed Raymond, her husband, the man she’d pledged her love and honour to.
She thought about some of the things she’d allowed Norman to do to her the night before, and a few times well earlier that morning, the things she’d begged him to do to her body, and shame made her face burn, made the nauseous feeling in her gut intensify. She’d behaved like a cheap whore.
Quietly, she extricated herself from beneath the rumpled sheet and trod carefully to the closet where she pulled out a short red silk robe that she slipped quickly into and belted firmly at her waist. She glimpsed herself in the vanity mirror as she stood there, her bare feet against the cold floor.
Her hair had been loosened from the bun and was now all matted up about her head, and as far as she could tell, the mascara had bled onto the delicate area around her eyes. But she was in no mood for mirrors. Her guilt threatened to consume her like a poisonous cloud.
She fled.
Their clothes littered the ground in a tangled trail that led from the room and down the stairs to the living room, whose front door was still wide open from last night.
“Christ.” She swore under her breath as she picked up clothes and glanced around the room. The glass of wine was still where it was. The CD player was still on. But everything seemed to be intact. It was Ochi, after all, she reminded herself.
It was entirely conceivable that one could to go to bed with the door wide open one night, without being hacked to death by intruders, which would perhaps have happened in Kingston. Still, she’d been careless. This was yet another thing she should berate herself for. Stupid, stupid, stupid. What the hell had she been thinking?
The early morning air was fresh and cool against her warm skin. She remembered that at one point, as they devoured each other in bed, it had begun drizzling outside. Yvonne drifted to the door, lost in recollection. In the distance the sea was calm.
The way she felt now after a night of untamed pleasure. Norman had been a great lover. She remembered the way her body had responded to his, matching his every move as if it had been doing so for years. Once he’d got rid of his frenzied desire the first time he took her, he’d regained control and moved in her with maddening slowness so that she felt like she would go insane from needing him.
She’d climaxed so many times she lost track of the exact number. They’d held each other tight in the dark, whispering, muttering things she blushed now to think about. X-rated demands, unspoken fantasies. They’d moved against each other with a natural rhythm that now perplexed her.
Yvonne closed her eyes as she stood in the doorway, her head resting against the doorjamb. What was she going to do now? In another two days, she’d be leaving, going back to her life in Kingston. But the thought of never again experiencing the intense carnal feelings she’d known last night was too much for her to consider.
Suddenly, she felt her nipples hardening and a heat radiating through her loins at the thought of Norman’s hands over her body, his penis inside her.
She was about to turn around and head back into bed and wake him up with a request for more when her desire-addled brain registered a sound. The sound of a car coming up the road. A familiar sound to the engine.
Her eyes flew open. For what seemed like an agonising eternity she was too stunned to move when she saw the familiar gunmetal blue Prado. She squinted in disbelief, still frozen to the spot, her heart beating fast.
The car was Raymond’s.
