The briny
and fresh air blew against my face and body while I ran closer to the man lying
motionlessly on the cold beach sand. I knew I had to do something quickly, so my
first reaction was to kneel by him and immediately start blowing into his
mouth, with my lips pressed against his every couple of seconds, in a desperate
attempt to bring him back to life. My heart was beating so fast and so loud I thought
it was going to explode. I was not only scared; I was in such a real panic I
did not notice he was already breathing in the middle of the procedure. He gasped
lightly and slowly opened his eyes with a funny expression stamped on his face.
Instead of
relief, I felt a strong impulse to beat him again for the fright he gave me,
but I was still too apprehensive to do so. It was I who caused his pain and his
passing out, anyway. I could still clearly hear the strong thumping of my heart
pumping blood inside the veins in my head and mixing all my thoughts up.
My
face was so near, it was almost touching his and my mouth was so close to his I
could feel his still uneasy breath warming my lips up. He did not push me away from
him however. He just looked deep into my eyes. His pupils widened immensely almost
covering the whole surface of his hazel iris. I felt a strangely uncontrollable
longing growing deep inside of me.
I knew I would
not find another better opportunity in a million years, so I moved on and
kissed him affectionately. He did not make any effort to avoid it, to my
surprise and, maybe, to his own. I held his body against mine and felt his arms
clutching strongly around my back. For endless seconds I thought I would never
let him go off of my clasp. The tension on his body was evident but no words
were exchanged, not even when we finally relaxed the grasp from each other.
He made an
effort to stand up and I helped him. We
walked silently to his home, which was the nearest private place there was to
where we were. When we got into the small entrance hall, he let me in, turned
around, closed the front door and stopped, with his hand still holding the cold
knob, as if thinking about what had just happened.
My fear of
losing him and my courage to move forward seemed to hold hands together,
pushing me ahead and making me hold him from behind, with my arms wrapped around
his body and my hands crossed on his chest. I smelled his scented hair and
kissed the skin on the back of his neck, feeling the sweet perfume still fragrant
on his body. He lifted his head, with his eyes shut down. I turned his face to
mine and pressed my lips against his. He responded with a sweet kiss and we
started fondling each other, while slowly unbuttoning one another’s clothes. He
grabbed my hand snugly and led me to the bedroom. I followed him blindly without
saying a single word.
(Well, not exactly or truly blindly, as my eyes
were fixed on his wonderful lower back, for all that mattered…)
He did not
turn the lights of the chamber on, however. He just stopped and held me in a
tight embrace. I pushed our bodies onto the bed, still holding each other as if
there was no future for us and that only that sweet moment really mattered. The
present was then and there… intensely and as long as it could last… and as such
ought to be seized… by then and there.
The dim light coming in from the hall was
enough to endow me with sufficient luminosity to discretely appreciate his slim
silhouette. He was, definitely, perfect to my eyes. His were the most wonderful
pair of cheeks I have ever seen in a man before and, as I noticed immediately
afterwards, his buttocks were covered with an almost invisible light brown fuzz
which, for some reason, reminded me of a ripe peach. I felt the unexpected urge
to bite them, but instead, kissed the soft, downy, pale and silky skin.
He moaned slightly and laughed at me. Then he
turned around and I could not help but notice the evidence of the enjoyment he
was having with my caressing attention. He was an untamed beast; a real
stallion at his best.
I was so mesmerized
I played with every inch of his fit body for long lasting delightful hours. He
accepted all that attention with the appreciation of a gentleman and shared his
gratitude by giving me all the consideration I had never had from a lover
before. His body was a whole amusement
park to me, where I played every ride with full enjoyment. Pleasure meant a
new thing to me after that night... and it had a name... and also a surname.
- What have you done to me? I think you have
poisoned me.
His face
was concealed by the darkness in the bedroom, but I was sure he was smiling at
me. I responded with a mix of delighted joy with a pinch of resentment.
- You, crazy man... you, fool. Why have you had
me waiting for so long? We could have been enjoying ourselves for such a long
time by now. So much time have been wasted...
He sealed
my lips with a kiss. He must have dripped some kind of powerful poison in my
mouth too - or was it a spell he cast on me? - for my thoughts got confusing
and I felt a bit dizzy... I could not think clearly anymore while under his
spell. I did not know how dangerous that situation was... until it was too late
to go back...
- Forget about the past and the nonsense about
wasted time. Life is here and now. Enjoy the moment.
- You're right. It's here and now. I know it is
all about my insecurities and fears. I wanted to hate you for what you have
done to me... to us... but I can´t... At least not after all that happened
tonight.
The
computer was playing a sequence of Modern Greek music. He was always listening
to unusual music to my knowledge anyway. He hummed some strange sounding words.
I asked what those lines meant and he sang, smiling:
- Μη μου λες να ζω μ’ αναμνήσεις (Mi̱ mou les na zo̱ me anamní̱seis
δεν το αντέχω Den to
antécho̱
Μου κρατάς τον κόσμο στα χέρια Mou
kratás ton kósmo sta chéria
άσ’τον να πέσει κι ας χαθώ (*) As ton na pései ki as chathó̱) (*)
- But what does that mean, anyway?
He lowered
the voice and then said:
- A free translation could be:
Do not tell me now to live with
memories
I cannot stand it
You're holding my world in your hands
So let me fall and let me go...
I looked
at him. He was staring at me with a very serious and straight expression on his
face, as if he was going to tell me some bad news...
***
The
sliding doors opened and closed repeatedly and I did not see any signal of the dearly
known face. My heart was heavily apprehensive and the seconds weighed on me
like long dull hours. In my thoughts I wondered if he would still look the same
after so many years.
‘Oh, God! You know how hard I tried to keep him
away from my mind and my thoughts...and erase him forever from my memories’...
The doors
opened again and again and again... then all the lighting suddenly disappeared in
front of my eyes. It seemed to me he was the only human being walking out of
the private area, with a large grin decorating his handsome face. His smile was
still so attractively manly and good-looking, I had the impression he was the
only light shimmering in that immense airport hall. It seemed to me I had
completely forgotten how much that grin used to melt my fears away. Then I
realized the reminiscences were all coming back to my mind and I wasn't able to
discern what to think anymore. I had been poisoned once and could never recover.
How I wished I was free from his enchantment after so long and act naturally,
but alas... that was impossible...
We were
separated only by the security line. He waved at me. I smiled back and made a
sign with my head to have him meeting me at the end of that line. He followed
from the other side. When we were finally face to face, I greeted him with my
hand for a handshake… or so I tried...
He pulled
me against him and gave me his whole body instead, in an embrace that made my entire
body shake. With his face touching mine, he whispered in my ears.
- I missed you so much... so very much...
I had my
eyes filled with uncontrolled tears and responded to his ears, still holding
him firmly in my embrace:
- “Do not tell me (...) to live with
memories” only.... ever again...you fool...
And this is how it all ends up... I decided to add the illustration too...
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