Rekindled (2 page)

Bouncing up the stairs like a gazelle, I burst into my room. I ravaged my dresser, stripping it of panties, bras, swimsuits and t’s and shorts. I grabbed my favorite outfits from my armoire and threw them into my Louie suitcase and then into the small trunk of my red 328i BMW convertible. It took the law-abiding driver about four hours to get from Orlando to Naples. I planned on getting there in two in a half.

When I made partner at Brooks and Morrison Law firm, I bought myself the convertible which I promptly named, Lola. I had always driven her like an old grandma. But today, I was going to let her purr…

Two hours and forty-five minutes later, I pulled into my cousin’s condo. True to her word, she had stocked the fridge: sirloin, chicken, avocados, grapes, romaine lettuce, spinach, carrots, Swiss cheese, brie, bottled water and a twelve pack of Michelob Ultra. On the marble counter rested four bottles of 2007 Pinot Noir, Domaine Serene Willamette Valley; it was my absolute favorite wine.

A pink envelope leaned against a beautiful bouquet of pink roses. A giant V graced the cover. Of course, beside the card, there was an ivory letter opener. Lexi was such a classy lady that she never over looked the small touches. I smiled as I grabbed the opener, inserted it into the corner, slit and pulled up on the paper.

I carefully slipped the delicate Hallmark out of the envelope. My eyes scrolled the cover of the card.
It was
a little girl on the beach with her toes in the sand. The entire photograph was in black and white. The only color in the photo was the girl’s pink toenails and her pink cloche hat. The child had a huge grin that looked hauntingly familiar.

I slowly opened the card. Inside, Lexi had penned a sweet and short note:

Veronica. I love you so much. Find the inner siren. Let go of the past. Live for today. Love Lexi. PS Enjoy the food, wine and let loose, and most of all have a blast!

Having fun is exactly what I planned on doing. I couldn’t remember the last time I let my hair down literally and enjoyed myself, save for the car ride down here; putting the top down, getting behind the wheel and gunning it down to Naples felt exhilarating. Thank God the police didn’t catch me or my vacation would have turned into incarceration.

“Hmmm, what is a girl to do at seven pm. on a school night,” I mused aloud. I knew exactly what to do. I was going to the beach to purge. I was going to scream at the ocean, stride down the beach, drink two bottles of Domaine Serene and slumber on the beach. Maybe it’s not the most wild of things that I could do, but it’s a start.

So here I am on the beach. “Damn him, Damn him,” I laughed feeling the warm gulf breeze blow through my hair and tickle my face. I was buzzed on my first bottle of wine. I had another one chilling in a cooler. And yes, I know that you are not supposed to drink Pinot Noir chilled, but I am rebel. So yes, it’s chilled.

I raised my hands in a V and shouted, “I am Woman. I am free and alive.” Deeply inhaling, I tasted the salt in my mouth and loved it. I felt so wild, so free. My heart pounded, my lungs opened and my mind raced.

A collage of thoughts flooded my mind. I began to think of Lexi. She was a saint. Come to think of it, she was kind of a psychic. For example, earlier today, I decided to go to the beach. Before leaving, I went into the master bath to view my tangled locks. On the vanity mirror was a yellow sticky note:

So you decided to go to the beach. Be sure to grab the baby blue cooler sitting on the granite table in the veranda. Love L.

How could she possibly know what I was going to do? Am I that predictable? Sometimes I felt as though I was one of the characters in her novels.

After reading her note, I quickly went out to the screened-in patio. There in the center of the table was an elegant wine and cheese cooler. Lexi had already packed it with two bottles of my favorite Pinot Noir. “Really, Lexi,” I protested aloud. “You bought me 6 bottles of fifty dollar wine.” Looking through the cooler I found Swiss, cheddar cheese, sesame seed crackers, and a bag of grapes and two small plates. Two small plates? Why did she pack two plates? What did Lexi know that I didn’t?

The rift of a giant waved knocked me down, splashing water all over my face and bringing my thoughts back to the present. I tripped landing on my side, laughing hysterically. Another wave shot up sending water into my mouth. I sat up coughing, giggling to myself and spitting up for the next few minutes.

“Great job Veronica, your cousin gives you her condo, and you drown yourself the first night that you arrive.” I cough and laughed.

I stumbled back to my towel far enough from the danger of the surf. As my coughing subsided, I looked upward toward the sky. The light from the moon smiled down upon me. It was a majestic white hue that filled the heavens, lightening up all of Vanderbilt Beach. As I lied on my beach blanket, my mind reeled back to my days as a little girl.

My mother and father used to take me to the beach every weekend. My mom loved to dress me in quaint little outfits and painted all ten toenails different shades of color. Her favorite color was pink. My mother loved everything and anything that was pink. She instilled the love for the color pink in me.

My father and mother would take pictures of my brother and me. We were all so happy. We would build sand-castles in the sand and dad would do a bond fire, as mom sang, and would always join in with her. My father was a successful corporate lawyer, but his true love consisted of simple yet important things.

“My beloved Veronica, do you know why I love coming to the beach.”

“Why daddy?”

“You don’t know, Boo Boo?”

“Well, I think—I mean—because you love us so much!”

“Yes, I do love you so much. I love my family, and I love music. When I am on the beach, I get you both.”

“Who is your family?”

“You are a silly Girl; you know the answer: You, Mommy and James.

“What about Lola? Doesn’t she count?

“Daddy, Lola is not stuffed; she is real.”
             

“Yes, your right, my love, Lola is real. She is as real as all your dreams, hopes and desires. Promise me two things.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Promise me that no matter what happens in life that you will never stop singing and that you will never stop dreaming.”

“Yes, Daddy, I promise. I promise.”

My father had held me close, kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “We are blessed.”

The crack of thunder jolted me back to the present. I fished my compact from the wine bag, I looked at my tear stained cheeks. My image looked pale in the lunar light.” I fixated on my eyes, looking deep into my soul.
             

I had stop singing, and I had stopped dreaming. I had broken my promise to my father the day a semi-truck driver killed him on I-75. The day I heard the news, the happy and loving me died; the practical and cautious me emerged. No longer would I sing, dance or laugh. My hero, my one true love had left me without even saying Good-bye.

Still holding the compact in front of me, I closed my eyes squeezing them tight. I silently prayed for my father’s forgiveness. I wanted him to forgive the seventeen year old who broke her promise and stopped believing.

“I forgive you,” the surf whispered in the wind.

My eyes shot open. “Did I just hear that?” I gasped. “Am I going crazy?” Looking into my compact, I said the words aloud. In the reflection of my hand mirror, I look past my tear stained eyes, noticing a large bond fire.

I decided to investigate. I slowly got up and turned toward the blaze. As I began walking down the beach, I heard muffled giggles in the tall grass next to the shoreline. Distracted by the sounds, I slowly tiptoed to its source.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed two figures. I slowly moved closer until I found a comfortable vantage point. Just sixty feet away from me was a thirty something couple, smoking weed.

The smell of the herb filled my senses, making me feel silly. I felt an overwhelming urge to giggle. I quickly placed my hand over my mouth holding back my laughter. I didn’t want to ruin the show.

The mysterious couple’s laughter quickly turned to coo’s and groans. I watched as the slim muscular man slowly rubbed her inner thighs causing her to moan in pleasure. Her breath quicken as he slowly slid his fingers between her soft fleshy folds.

She quickly responded pressing her mouth into his lips. Her hands searched his body for his pleasure points; one hand found his left nipple and the other found his hard cock straining to break free of his swim trunks.

The combination of the red wine and of the marijuana smoke greatly lowered my inhibitions. I felt my own
love flower
begin to swell. It had been so long since my love tunnel had received proper attention. I desperately wanted to touch myself, but I wasn’t quite ready. I needed to see more.

I watched the steady rhythm of her pelvis pressing her delicate flower against his fingers. As her excitement began to build the slow gyration of her hips began to quicken. Her low moans quickly turned into squeals as she approached climax.

“Yes baby, Yes. Make me cum,” she begged as her legs began to rapidly shake.

Her intensity stirred me to action. I slowly glided off my bikini bottoms and began softly sucking my fingers; I put three in my mouth, pretending it was a thick warm cock. I loved to give head.

With my other hand, I grabbed one of my large breasts and pulled it from my top. My nipple was hard and erect. I slowly circled it with my fingers, enjoying the sensation of my soft digits on my areola.

Taking my now moistened fingers from my mouth, I moved them down my stomach until I reached my inner thighs. I lightly traced the outline of my vaginal lips. I found my little button and slowly circled the tip. I circled back in forth focusing on the ten o’clock and two o’clock position.

I closed my eyes and pretended that the mysterious man was licking my love knot. I could feel his hot tongue licking the folds of my pussy lips. As I inserted my fingers, I pretended his fingers penetrated me. I arched my back, closed my eyes and deeply inhaled, focusing on my fantasy and my breathing.

I started feeling my PC muscles rapidly contract. I started moaning controllably. My vagina clenched hard on my fingers as I pushed up on my inner wall, finding my G spot.

When I opened my eyes again, I got an eye full. The perky breasted woman slowly stroked his swollen love muscle. I watched her hungry tongue flicker around his shaft. I could hear his deep moans as she began filling her mouth with his warm throbbing cock.

I wanted him in my mouth. I want her tongue in me.
Oh my God Veronica, you are such a freak.
I wasn’t sure what had over taken me; I was in heat and I wanted to make love.

Closing my eyes again, I listen intently to their heighten sounds of arousal. I worked my clit feverishly while pressing against my inner wall. I whipped my head to and fro, and I felt the surge deep within me release. My muscle tightened and released over and over.

“God, Yes, God, I am cumming,” I screamed.

Suddenly my neighbor’s moans and groans silenced. Hushed whispers filled the air. I had been discovered. At least my voice had been heard. I lied straight on my back and didn’t move for what felt like an eternity.

“Baby, I swear I heard a woman’s voice scream in pleasure,” the broad shadowy man whispered.

“Dave, relax. Someone is probably watching us. Hey, that is kind of hot,” she smiled.

“Yeah, you are right,” he agreed.

I watched as she began feverishly kissing him, stripping all her clothes off. Although I wanted to stay and watch the show, I thought it best to leave. Besides, I still wanted to see who was at the giant bond fire.