This is an entirely fictional story (more's the pity!) and has no relation to any real person, place or event. I hope to continue the story for a long time. By all means, email me with comments at LaelSt@aol.com or contact me at ICQ #11938988. I have throughly enjoyed those I have received and look forward to any further ones.
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Lael Stalnaker
While I spit out salt water, I looked down through the clear water between my slowly kicking legs. Deep down below I could see a gray swimming form. Jules was also staring down into the water. Then he glanced over to me. Then he looked out past my shoulder to where the majority still swam and played. To all appearances, they were ignoring us. I looked back down but the gray form was gone. Abruptly, Jules was suddenly in my arms. There was a whistle and a click from behind him. Jules eyes got very big.
"Ummmm... I just got pushed into you, Dakota." He whispers.
"Wow! Just be still and see what happens now," I answer.
About 5yards from us a form rises from the water and becomes almost motionless. These very bright eyes look at both of us as the dolphin's head turns from side to side. It seems that he (she?) can't believe what s/he is seeing. Well, I wanted to see a dolphin up close. Careful what ya wish for! If I didn't have a hold of Jules, I wouldn't believe that I was really here. A flip of a tail and the dolphin submerges.
Because we are no longer treading water, a new problem comes up. Well, I mean down. I am pulling Jules down with me. Damn my lack of buoyancy! I release Jules. He immediately begins to rise back up. I, in the mean time, start sinking faster. My eyes begin to burn with the salt water. I shut them. Fortunately, I had taken a deep breath at the first sign of sinking. There is that cool rubbery feeling as the dolphin brushes against my side. I pop my eyes open for a second and then shut them again. The dolphin is nose to nose with me. I reach out my hand blindly. Its nose taps my hand and then retreats. I open my eyes again briefly. The dolphin has backed away. I can see Jules feet above me, barely gently kicking. Just enough to keep him upright in the water. As I look back toward the dolphin, it flashes down to the sandy bottom 30 feet below. God, it moves so fast!
I am kinda stationary, about 5 feet under the surface. The dolphin comes up below my dangling feet and pushes them with the top of its head. The force is actually very strong, but no real impact. I rise rapidly, breaching the surface. As my head breaks through, the dolphin's head leaves my feet. It streaks away from us back toward the main group. The pod is still a long ways off. They have moved further away. Our curious one reaches them and pushes itself up into the sky. It's a magnificent leap. When it comes back to the surface, I can see it facing our way. Excited chirps and whistles travel across the water to us. I whistle back at him. Why male? I don't know. Just the impression I had. He seems much larger than most of his pod. Swimming closer to Jules, I point back to the reef we climbed earlier. He nods and swims in. I follow.
As we climb out of the water, our fellow edges closer to his pod for a moment. He then races through the water back toward us. I have heard that occasionally, single dolphins, usually male, get curious about humans. They will actually seek out encounters and contact. It seems that we are the lucky recipients off such an encounter this time. He stops about 15 feet away from the reef and whistles at us. It's an amazing sight to see. His head sticking out of the water waving from side to side as he whistles, clicks, chirps and clacks. I carefully sit myself down onto the coral with my feet dangling into the water. Not the most comfortable place to plant my rear, but hey, its all I got to work with. He watches us without changing his relative position to us. Jules comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. We both watch him as he watches us.
It seems like forever before any of us move. Abruptly, I sneeze. The dolphin scoots back further away from us and chirps again. I put my legs together and kick them upwards. The splash seems to excite him. He rolls to his side and smacks a flipper down, really hard. The splash he makes reaches about halfway to us. When I don't do anything else interesting, he blasts some air from his blowhole and dives. That almost sounded derisive! We can see him down on the sandy seabed, snout plowing through it. Suddenly, a fish flounders up from the sand and snap! its eaten. The dolphin swims off, apparently done with us. I look up at Jules and grin.
Most of the afternoon has passed with us out on the reef watching the dolphins. Occasionally, our curious one would come about half way and watch us for a while. We decide that if he is still here tomorrow, we would name him Triton. What a glorious day this has been. We swim back to shore with the sun setting at our back. The sky has turned all peach and orange. Twilight moves in as we reach the deck. I still can't believe that we had such good fortune today. It's as if this trip is meant to live forever in our memories. I know it will in mine. Makes me wish that I had taken more marine biology classes during college. I took some of the basic courses but ended up elsewhere somehow. Anthropology is where I ended up, minoring in gay studies. Still grumble a bit that it is not yet something that can be majored in. Oh well, progress is always slow.
We shower quickly, ravenous hunger keeping us from getting too frisky. The stars have finally come out while we are eating dinner. Jules points out the constellation Phoenix for me. He knows that it is a myth that I have always loved. The thought of dying and returning again newborn fascinates me. The stars seem brighter tonight. Their glittering light is so sharp and clear. The moon comes up over the horizon. I watch the surf and smoke as Jules clears away the dishes. The waves roll up onto the sand, then retreat once more. Words flash through my head as I think about last night's joy. I stub out the cigarette in the shell we've been using as an ashtray. Kissing Jules on the cheek, I go in the house to the master bedroom. On my nightstand is a tablet of notepaper with a pen that I keep for writing down my dreams and thoughts.
I scribble down the words that have formed themselves in my mind. I look it over and smile. It fits my mood. I haven't done this for someone else in an age. I read it one more time:
Fantasy's Cycle ---------------
One person Dreams while Looking within, Hidden meanings, Heart's desire
Two people Bring alive That dreamed, Impossible fancies, Made real
Fantasy awakens Erotic designs That flourish, Two entwined, Love embodied
Soul's wish Granted by Another's grace, Never ending, Hearts' Content
I sign it, "Love Dakota", and fold it in half. Jules is out on the deck, stargazing while he smokes. The only time either of us actually smokes is after dinner. It's relaxing. Also, by mutual agreement, we only smoke on the deck. It keeps the house from getting a bit odorous. I keep the paper in my hand and slide my arms around his neck from behind. I flutter the paper to get his attention. He looks down and takes it from my fingers. He leans back into me and unfolds it. The moonlight is bright enough to read my broad pen strokes. He scans the words and then rereads them more slowly.
He shivers against me and turns in my arms. His lips press against my chest and his arms encircle my waist. He then looks up and gives me that endearing lopsided smile of his. I can see that his eyes have filmed over with unshed tears. He locks his gaze on mine. Emotions run across his face rapidly. Happiness, love, and curiosity all run their course before he speaks.
"Did you just write this tonight, Dakota?" he asks softly. The way he says my name always sends an erotic shiver up my spine. Happened the first time and ever since.
"Yes," I answer.
"How come you never told me you wrote poetry, and such beautiful ones, at that?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. His face is so expressive.
"I don't write much anymore. I guess I got out of the habit. Couldn't resist tonight though. It needed to be written. Only for you, only from me," I respond.
His hands reach the small of my back and draw me closer to him. He is sitting on one of the extra wide rattan high-backed chairs. I had come at him from the side while he had his legs over the armrest. Now his feet were on the deck and I am standing in front of him. He pulled me close by the small of my back and traced the outlines of my stomach muscles with the tip of his talented tongue. My head kind of falls back and I watch the stars overhead. Shivers are coursing through me. He takes his time, making sure every patch of skin on my torso receives its share of loving attention. The feeling is incredible. He pulls me forward until I am kneeling on the seat of the chair with my legs against its back, straddling his thighs. His mouth feels so hot against my skin. His hands knead the muscles of my backside as he works on arousing me. I can feel the blood leaving my heart and head, filling other parts of my body rapidly. He certainly has figured out how to turn me on in a hurry.
I put my hands to his face and lift it up to mine. Naturally, I scooch my back down to make up the height difference due to our relative positions. Turning my head slightly, I kiss the bridge of his nose. He continues to squeeze my backside. His eyes are shut as we kiss deeply. His tongue brushes lightly against mine. His hands trail up my sides until they are under my arms. His pecs bulge as he stands up, holding me to him by my armpits. I wrap my legs around his waist. Damn, this man is strong. He just holds me against his body for a few seconds. His erection brushes against my underside as he turns and places me on the chair cushion he just vacated with my legs over either armrest. That leaves me quite exposed in a way he obviously wants. He kneels between my legs. His warm hands caress my inner thighs as his face leans in and his tongue comes out. He spit bathes my entire groin. I grip the armrests under my legs with iron fingers.
With the surf pounding in the background, I let go of all outer senses. Only the inner ones matter right now. His mouth has found my erection and is teasing it. He nibbles ever so faintly at the underside. His tongue wraps partly around it and slides up and down. He pulls down my scrotum with the tips of his fingers and massages the shapes within. Now he engulfs me with his hot mouth. My body shudders with need for him. Jules' head bobs up and down for a while and then he comes off of me. He traces the underside downward with his tongue again. It feels like my entire body is concentrated in my groin now. Jules licks at the underside of my scrotum and keeps going downward. I almost break the arms of the chair from my grip as his tongue enters me. The wave of electricity causes most of my muscles to spasm. Jules' hands find my hips and pull me hard against him. I know that sound has to be me moaning.
After an eternity of pulse after pulse of shockwaves through my body, he stops. I moan some more. Jules lifts me toward him and I feel him push his erection against my spit lubed opening. I relax as he thrusts against it. It doesn't hurt as much or as long this time as before. My head spins as he begins to pound into me as hard as he can. My breath comes in little gasps with each impact. I throw my head back against the hard wicker. The stars seem to revolve directly overhead. He spits into his hand and begins to stroke my erection in time to his thrusts. My entire nervous system feels like it is on fire, yet cold as ice at the same time. He leans into me and sucks at my out thrust neck. It's too much. I splash all over his chest and mine. The contractions of my inner muscles bring him over the edge at the same time. His hot fluids flood me. A whole new feeling comes with the flood. He is lubricated better now and slips in and out more easily. Jules moans against the skin of my neck.
"God, I never have felt this way before, Dakota," he murmurs.
He lies against me, supported by the chair for a long time after. I absolutely love the feeling of having him still inside of me after he releases. It is like being one entity. The sense of me becomes we. I really don't know how to explain it better. I just don't ever want him to withdraw. What an image that makes. I giggle a little and he lifts his head from my chest with a look of inquiry in his eyes.
"Just an image of us stuck together like this for the rest of our lives," I whisper into his ear. Then I lick it.
He chuckles and puts his head back on my chest. I can tell that he is listening to my heartbeat. The moonlight catches the highlights in his hair as I kiss the top of his head. I still think he looks like a Greek god come down from Mount Olympus. What good deed have I done to have caught the fancy of such a man? We match so well, in so many ways. Hope he feels the same about me. Our meeting had been such pure chance. I don't think I have mentioned that before. We both had been in line to get tickets for a movie. The Matrix, if I remember right. I had gone to see it by myself. He had a friend with him. A woman in fact. Turns out she's his best friend. Lucky me. I had taken a step backwards to avoid getting knocked over by a pair of skaters. Backed right into him. He was so charming about it. Our eyes locked and spoke lifetimes worth in 20 seconds. I offered to make amends after the movie by taking them both to have coffee. He accepted, she had to get home. Again, lucky me. The memory warms me as my fingers entwine in his hair. It is soft and silky, but thick. My other hand strokes his backside lazily. Such firm muscles.
After a while, we reluctantly separate into two again. What a mess we have made! Shower time again. Jules decides during our rinse off to remedy that which he has caused to arouse. He pushes me back against the tile wall and goes back to his knees again. He swallows me whole. This time he refuses to let up or off until he has sucked every last drop I have to give out of me. The water droplets along his body shine with the overhead light. His hair has darkened considerably with the wetness. I grant his wish. We finish up and just stand locked in each other's arms and lips for a while with the warm water pattering against our skin.
I take a little longer to dry off than he does. Jules goes back to the deck for minute and then returns. He has the poem in his hand. He also has the most angelic smile on his face as he rereads while walking back to the bedroom. He tucks it into his suitcase and climbs onto the bed with me. It's still too hot for even a sheet over us. I snuggle into his side at the same time he throws and arm and leg over me. God, I am exhausted! When he yawns widely, I realize that he is too. Two perfect days in a row. Who'd thought it possible? I try to burrow even closer against my Adonis. My eyes fall shut slowly and night claims us both. ----------------------------------------------------- So ends Part 4. Yes, I have Part 5 already in mind.