Sing a Song of Love (3 page)

“I’ll take that as no
regrets?” 

Jessie gave me a cheeky smile
that produced two dimples and informed me that there would have only been
regrets if I was a bad lay!  I chuckled at that, “Glad I didn’t disappoint,”
and was pleased at the confirmation that she had enjoyed last night as much as
I had. 

She lifted her head up from
the pillow to kiss me and once more my brain went off and all I could think
about was burying my hard dick in her tight wet pussy.  She was intoxicating
and the way her hands roamed my body touching me everywhere made me forget all
the things I was about to set straight.  I lost myself in the moment, again!  I
would have this day and come clean tomorrow before we headed back to Auckland.

Last night came rushing back
and I was aware that I was still in Mack’s arms.  I felt so rested and content
that it wasn’t possible to feel one iota of regret.  I had never had a one
night stand before but this should definitely be on every girls bucket list. 
It seemed wrong to call it just sex as Mack had awoken every dormant sexual
need I had and I felt so alive this morning.  And good did I mention good!  I
felt like I had a silly grin plastered on my face and had just passed the initiation
to woman hood.  Yes I am capable of an orgasm with a man!

I didn’t want to think past
today so I was glad when Mack suggested a swim after breakfast.  It was another
beautiful day and there wasn’t a breath of wind outside so it was perfect beach
weather.

I packed a few things in a
picnic basket and we set off down the track to the beach below.

“How long have you been
coming up here for holidays?” Mack inquired as he took the picnic basket off me
and swapped it to his other hand so that he could help me down the rocky
incline. 

“My Dads parents brought it
when he was little so our family has always come here for holidays.  It’s like
our home away from home; well it was when we were kids but now that we are
grown up no one seems to come here as much.”  

After I lost my younger
brother to a brain tumour when I was fifteen my Mum had stopped coming here and
it had only been in the last few years that we had restarted the family
tradition of having Christmas and Easter up here.

After the last round of chemo
which hadn’t noticeable shrunk Josephs tumour the doctors had told my parents
there was no more that they could do for him.  They had recommended a
children’s hospice but Mum had hired an experienced nurse and had brought him
up here instead.

The tumour was aggressive and
after about three months of being up at Matapouri he had been readmitted into
hospital and had slipped away shortly after.  Mum took it especially hard and for
a while was paralysed by the grief and incapable of looking after us.  My parents
had always planned to send me to my Dads sister in Auckland for University so
they brought the date forward and the rest of my siblings when to Grandmas up
the road. 

Things had been rough in the
family for a few years after Joe died but who ever said time heals was right. 
Slowly the smiles and laughter returned and we managed to remember the good
times without tears and sadness.

It still took Mum along time
to be able to return to Matapouri Bay but with the arrival of grandchildren she
found new life and purpose and the last Christmas we all had up here had been a
merry event.  I liked to think Joe had been looking down with the biggest grin
watching all the antics the newest generation were getting up too.

I shook my head to clear away
the thoughts and looked over at Mack and smiled.  He was looking out at the Bay
and when I turned my head to follow his gaze I saw what had caught his
attention.  Dolphins were a frequent sight out there and I had been lucky to
surf the waves with them on many occasions.  They were very friendly and loved
to come in close and show off their magnificent water prowess.  I never tired
of watching them.

“If we hurry we might get to
swim with them.  They are really friendly and put on a great show,” and I
grabbed his hand to hurry him down the hill.

When I got to the bottom I
stripped down to my bikini and dashed into the water.   It was beautifully
refreshing and I rolled over on my back to bobble in the waves as I waited for
Mack to catch up. 

I felt myself being dunked and
I came up indignantly to see Mack laughing at me.  I lunged over to dunk him
back but he was too quick. He had dived under the water and had disappeared.  I
turned around to see him swimming out towards the bay opening where we had seen
the dolphins with strong rhythmic strokes.  I could tell he was use to regular
exercise.  I was a good swimmer myself and set off after him.

We were about half way out
when we were rewarded by the sight of a dolphin.  He had caught a small wave
and was flying down the face of it before he jumped off.  I turned around to
see if Mack had seen it and his huge grin confirmed that he had.

We stayed out there for about
half an hour frolicking with them.  They never came within touching distance
but were often only a few meters away and it was an exhilarating experience. 

“That was amazing Jess.  I
really wish the boys had gotten to see this.  They would have loved it!” 
Mack’s words were tumbling over each other and I could tell the experience had
blown him away and I was glad. 

“They’re pretty special all
right.  I love the way they seem to think that they are the luckiest animal
alive!”

“I think I want to come back
as a dolphin in my next life.” I laughed at Mack but was glad that he was all
man in this one!

“I’m going to head in now
Mack, the water is getting chilly.”

“You should feel the water
back home, this is like a bath!  I’m going to swim for a bit longer.  Will you
be right making your own way back?” 

I told him I would be fine
and struck out for shore and was relieved when I felt the sand under my feet
again as I was totally spent.  I slowly walked up to where I had dropped my
towel and started drying myself off while scanning the water for Mack.  I could
see him still diving in and out of the waves and it was obvious that he really
enjoyed the water.

I spread my towel out on the
sand and sat down to warm up.  For March the sun was still remarkable warm and
I thought how good it was to be out of the city.  I guess at heart I was still
a country girl who felt most comfortable out in nature.

I looked up to see Mack
getting out of the water and got a shock to see that he didn’t have a stitch of
clothing on.  I quickly dropped my gaze but not before noticing how well he
looked a la natural!  He had a bronzed glow to his skin, and his broad
shoulders and chest tapered down to a taut stomach and trim waist.  He had a
generous bottom which was why he looked so good in jeans and strong well
defined legs.  Wow he really was a Greek or should I say Scottish god!

I don’t know why I was
blushing as I had seen it all last night.  I guess I hadn’t been expecting to
see him naked but of course his togs would have been at his house and he didn’t
stay there last night!

I tried to be nonchalant as
Mack reached down for a towel.  He was animatedly telling me how one of the
dolphins had caught the same wave as him and had come so close that if he had
reached out his hand he would have touched him.  He was totally unabashed by
his nakedness and oblivious to the effect it was having on me.

I looked up and tried really
hard to keep my eyes above his waist but was distracted by droplets of water
snaking their way down his stomach before getting lost in the trail of hair
that led further south.

“Why do I get the feeling
you’re not listening to me!”  Mack was saying indignantly but with a grin!  He
grabbed his shorts and pulled them on.

“Maybe with clothes on we
will be able to have a conversation, not that I mind being ogled, in fact I am
quite enjoying it!” 

I laughed at Mack’s teasing
fully caught out and felt the start of a blush.  I wasn’t usually that blatant
but I hadn’t been able to resist!

Mack spread his towel down
beside me and dropped to the ground and gave me a firm kiss with lips that were
pleasantly cool from his swim.

“What’s in the basket
gorgeous?  I am famished again!” and he lifted the lid to have a look and
pulled out the flask and pastries and proceeded to pour us both a steaming cup
of coffee.

We munched on our pastries while
letting the coffee warm us up, talking about this and that.  Mack was really
good company and I found him easy to talk to and a good listener.  He seemed to
genuinely like people and be interested in what they had to say. 

I found myself pouring out my
life story about losing Joseph and moving to Auckland which surprised me as it
was usually something I kept to myself.  People’s reaction to Joe’s death
varied but on the whole I had found it exhausting dealing with their emotions
when they heard the story.  Mack was amazing.  He was empathetic but did not
treat it like a huge tragedy; merely observed that he sounded like a great kid
who was incredible brave. 

This of course led on to me
divulging my disastrous marriage where I married my best friend.

When I had finished my story
Mack inquired how Jay was now.

“Well he’s fine I guess.  He
is doing well musically and has regular gigs around the city and has recently
released his first album.  He has a new girlfriend and Kel, my girlfriend, says
he seems happy.” 

As I listened to myself talk
I got the first glimmer that maybe my instincts had been right back then and I
had done us both a favour by ending things.  When I looked back on what I had
said I had to admit that this didn’t sound like a man whom I had done
irrevocable damage to.

Mack was looking at me
intently and leaned in to give me a kiss before he observed casually that maybe
what I had done had been the most honourable and brave thing possible given the
circumstances.

“It would have been easy to
stay but it was the right thing to go and hopefully when you get past this you
guys will be able to be good friends again.”  Mack gave my hand an encouraging
squeeze and turned his attention once more towards the bay giving me space to
think.

I could feel the tears
prickling the back of my eyes and blinked hard to keep them at bay.  What a
fool I had been all this time; an absolute drama queen making this all about me
and losing my best friend.  I took a deep steadying breathe and felt the
massive burden I had been carrying around start to melt away. 

My instincts had been right
and looking back now I could see a lot of Jay’s recent success had happened
once we had ended our relationship.  I remembered Jay saying last time I saw
him that he had no regrets or recriminations about our time together.  That he wouldn’t
have missed it for the world. 

For the last year I had been
so busy focusing on the negatives that I forgotten all the fun times that had
come first.  I wouldn’t anymore.  I think I was finally ready to move on.

“Thanks Mack for letting me
spill.  I think I just got perspective and clarity on what happened and
realized I was being incredibly selfish carrying on like the world had ended. 
Jay is fine.  I’ve been a drama queen!” and I started to laugh, albeit a tad
hysterically and was glad when I looked over at Mack that he was grinning too. 

I don’t know if the situation
was actually funny or not but it just felt good to be laughing rather than
crying and it had been such a crazy twenty four hours.

When I finally calmed down
Mack rolled over to me and slipped his hand under my bikini top and started to
massage my breast idly which started my stomach turning cartwheels again. 

“Shall we head back up to the
house?  I think I’m ready for dessert!” he drawled in that gorgeous Scottish
accent and I nodded eagerly.  Total sucker for the accent!  Oh and the sex!

As we stepped onto the
balcony of Jess’s house I scoped her up into my arms and carried her inside. 
She was giggling and squirming and seemed so much younger than her twenty six
years that I got a weird urge to hold her close and keep her there.  Maybe it
was after hearing about the heartache she had gone through as a young child and
realizing that under that confident exterior there was a vulnerable little
girl. 

It was bringing out the Tarzan
in me but I needed to quell that as I had a single and a tour to organize. 
Also I had already decided years ago that in my field of work it was just
easier to be single.

I put it out of my head as we
got to Jess’s bedroom and dropped her on the bed.  I had already managed to
undo the bow of her bikini top so it was a small job to pull it off.

“It should be illegal to
cover these puppies up!”    

They were a man’s dream, full
and pert with the sweetest red nipples that just begged to be kissed.  I went
from one to the other teasing them into erectness while I eased her bikini
bottoms off. 

My dick had gone instantly
hard when I had felt how wet she was.  She was a dream lay; always wet and
ready and did I mention eager.  I had never slept with anyone like her and I
didn’t even want to think about her not being around to fuck at will.  She was
totally addictive!