From Misty Waters

Chapter Two

The sun was setting as she stood on the beach of Edgewater Park—the wind in her hair and the mist from the water on her face. She looked as if ten tons had been lifted from her shoulders as she stretched out her arms and slowly whirled around. She was captivated by the sky’s colors of yellow, orange and gray—her spirit soaring free and then, she noticed me. She looked as if her mind was playing tricks on her as she stood briefly suspended in time. She walked toward me, took my hands and held them at my sides. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest and the sweet smell of her breath was upon my face. She touched my lips lightly and slowly began to taste them. My eyes closed, then opened—mesmerized by the sensation that every nerve in my body felt. Never in my life had I felt this way about anyone, and I uttered her name.

“Montana.” We engaged in a long, ardent kiss. I lowered her slowly to the sand, and my hands began to explore every inch of her. I unbuttoned the back of her dress—she unbuttoned my shirt. I took off her dress and caressed her slowly and deliberately. She took off my pants and inched down my underwear. We lay naked on the beach, entwined in each others’ arms; then without warning, she got up and lured me into the water. She rubbed the cool liquid on her arms and chest that seemed to glisten on her body. My heart started pounding when she touched me on places I’d never been touched before. She whispered in my ear—I put my hands on her behind and lifted her up. We made wild passionate love. Afterwards, we lay on the beach cuddling. I looked at her intently, brushing the dried sand from her face and arms. I hadn’t imagined that sex would be anything like this. My thoughts ran rapid, and I needed something to distract me.

“Tell me about Alexandria.”

“What about her?”

“It seems as if you expect her to do what she does.”

“I’ve known her for a very long time. I wanted to think we were friends, we’d party together. But she started criticizing me. Whatever I liked, she made it a point not to like it. She’d come to my place and wouldn’t bother for an invitation. She didn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of—still lived with her mother when she was thirty-two years old. She’d take cheap digs at me and whatever secret I told her, she’d throw it back in my face. Alex wants everything that I have.

“She dated Erik before me, and she never gripped the fact that he married me and not her. She wouldn’t rest until she got her hooks in him again and now—she does. Little home wrecker. Plus she’s nothing but a foul mouth, hypocritical hypochondriac.”

“Isn’t it part Erik’s fault?”

“Yes, but I assure you that Erik wasn’t always this way. As a matter of fact, you remind me a lot of him when he was younger,” said Montana.

“What happened between you two?”

“I don’t know,” she said dryly. “I guess he’s just tired of me.”

“I would never get tired of you,” I said with a hint of anger. “I never thought him capable of being so cruel.”

“Believe it or not, I do love him.”

“Why does he hit you?”

“Because I make him.”

“I don’t believe that. Nothing you could do would make me hit you. Besides, it doesn’t solve anything.” I regretted that we had started up a conversation about Erik. What was I doing here? I should leave, I should never have come. But I couldn’t leave. The wind began to blow hard, whirling sand around as the water crashed up against the rocks. A storm was brewing.

“I’m glad this happened between us, Lance...