Dana
Hutch rented a car and driver, a man with very dark skin and impeccable manners whom Blu still glared at with terrible mistrust. But I knew that was no reflection on her or on Hutch, she had given the very pale and very white Caroline the same look.
Bermuda’s gorgeous ports were speckled with yachts and sailboats, azure waters and glamorous beachcombers. One of the world’s great tourist destinations, the entire population seemed to be holding their smartphones in front of their faces to capture every moment of the vacation to enjoy later, even though they seemed disinterested in experiencing it firsthand while they were there.
With the spring heat and the salty air, everybody enjoying themselves and their quaint and naturally majestic surroundings, Bermuda inspired sex and recreation on every level. The men in their Speedos, packed with their junk as they strolled casually along the beaches with their gorgeous, nearly naked girlfriends and boyfriends walking alongside them. I knew what they were all thinking about, fondling remembering and looking forward to all at once. I was thinking the same thing, feeling the same thing, and I knew Hutch was too.
Our first stop was one of the many resorts in and around the world’s smallest capital city of Hamilton, in the center of the big island. We were instructed and suited up and followed our guide into a huge swimming pool, two gray bottlenose dolphins eagerly swimming up to us. In all the years we’d made Bermuda run, I’d never done this. But this was a trip for firsts, a time for new and life-changing experiences.
Hutch was, as usual, completely at home, reaching out to pet the big, gray beasts as she swam slowly up and rolled onto their backs to expose their smooth, shimmering bellies. He reached out and stroked them, his smile and nod encouraging me to do the same. Knowing I had to set a good example for the fearful little Blu, I reached out and touched the dolphin’s belly. Its amazing strength was apparent, muscles thick and unseen beneath that glass-like surface. The dolphin looked up at me with its black eyes and permanent smile, nodding and chirping as I rubbed with a little more vigor.
What really amazed me was Blu. She didn’t show any fear at all. She reached down with both hands a big smile, palms finding that belly, crackling with laughter to match the dolphin’s own. The big mammals seemed to sense Blu’s innocence, her youth. They seemed to approach us like a family, because they were a family too, and they knew what it was to share that kind of bond, one which could ignite in a moment and last for a lifetime.
But the dolphins were just a warmup.
The jet ski was fast and loud beneath me, pushing across the surface of the ocean. Blu and Hutch shared a similar bike just a few yards to my right. The sun was hot but I was awash in a traveling cloud of salty spray, dampening my cheeks and my hair, still flowing with the speed. The water was choppy, and the engine ground louder with every drop against the countless little waves and crests. I was locked into the machine, my long legs straddling each side, pursing my thighs to give me a better grip on the roaring, streaming missile beneath me. It was moving fast and I was hanging on for dear life. I controlled the throttle, but that mechanical monster could get the better of me at any time, throwing me off and circling around to crush my skull and leave me to sink to the bottom of the sea.
Hector’s warning came back to me, but I pushed it out of my mind. It’s silly, I told myself as the gulls cried above me, the vultures of the sea. Anyway, his dream happened on the ground, or on deck. But my blood ran cold to imagine a third alternative: The beach.
So I held on tighter, the thrill of the danger only making my muscles draw tighter, hands clenched around the handles, throttle sending a hot vibration up my arm, the engine sending a hotter vibration straight to my crotch. The speed of the motion, the constant pounding from below, the shake and the roar and the heat and the salt of the spray was too much for me to resist, juices swirling inside me as well as outside all around me. I didn’t dare turn to see Hutch and Blu, this was a private moment, a moment to transcend my surroundings. And I couldn’t deny a certain secret shame, a dirty little secret that I was enjoying right there and then and which neither one of my companions could have anticipated.
Faster, louder, harder, my body started shaking a bit, still overwhelmed by the power of the jet ski. But the power of my orgasm was fast approaching it in volume and capacity, pushing through the endless sea of my own inner self, racing toward the center of my secret soul, where inside and out met in explosive eruptions, streams rolling out to the salty seas. My orgasm splashed and frothed like the ocean waters, and it almost seemed to me that it was all part of the same chaotic churning of life, pounding and rolling, increasing, fighting back against me, threatening me with its ageless power, ready to consume me with a mere flick of it watery wrist.
But I only went faster, the pounding harder and irresistible, the muscles of my legs pulling tight, heart pounding, breath thin and damp.
My body quivered, shuddering to match the machine itself. I was almost afraid I was going to pass out, my hands wrenching that throttle and the jet ski skittering and threatening to lose its course and jerk to the side. I knew if it rolled, I’d be crushed between the craft and the hard surface of the water. At that speed, I wouldn’t stand a chance.
But my sense of control gradually returned, my orgasm remaining but willing to recede, temporarily at least. I slowly realized how fast I was going and was able to let up slowly on the throttle. I found a comfortable cruising speed and turned to get a bead on Hutch and Blu in their jet ski. Not seeing them, I turned to scan the waters behind me. They were lingering way back in the distance, idle in the water, but I could tell they were staring straight at me. I was glad they weren’t close enough to see me blush and I took my sweet time cruising back toward them.
Only an hour later we’d cleaned up, changed into some new clothes Hutch bought on the spot, and were sitting at a sidewalk cafe in the harbor. I was still exhilarated. Even though I was sitting in a chair near the pier, I felt like I was still moving forward, still racing along the surface of the water.
The jerked pork was spicy, the rice fluffy and the veggies roasted and peppery, flavors commingling perfectly in my mouth. The cold, crisp chardonnay was a perfect and refreshing compliment, adding just a heady touch to my already hyper-alert senses.
“What a day,” I said, instantly sounding like a bit of a rube, turning to the nine-year-old sitting next to me. “You are great in the water, Blu, like you’re half a mermaid or something.” We all shared a chuckle. I glanced at Hutch and he back at me, and I knew the unspoken reply. Blu fostered a lot of fear, that was true. But she wasn’t afraid of dolphins or of water, not of speed, not of a lot of things.
She was afraid of people.
“Anyway, so much fun,” I said, hoping to keep everything light. This was a moment for happiness, for a bright future, and for me that meant only one thing. So even though I regretted saying, “It’s kind of a shame it has to come to an end,” I knew I’d wind up saying something like that sooner or later.
Hutch seemed to give it some thought, nodding with a casual smile as he pulled a forkful of lobster meat from the red claw and dipped it in melted butter. “Can’t live on vacation forever,” he said, winking at Blu and eating his lobster. “I’ve got business to deal with, Blu here was talking about going back to regular school.”
“Is that so? You’ve been ... homeschooled for a while?” Blu nodded, her mouth filled with the jerked chicken and rice in front of her. I said, “I was too, matter of fact, had a tutor on the ship and everything. It was kinda cool, but it was a little bit weird too, y’know?” Blu nodded again, Hutch’s attention keenly fixed on my and the point I was trying to make. “I kind of missed regular school a bit, all the other kids. They weren’t always that nice, I guess. But kids can be like that. And a lot of them were really cool too, they were friends. I was sad to say goodbye to them. I often wonder what happened to them all, where they are in the world.” I gazed off over the horizon, but their attention interrupted my revere. “Anyway, it was fun to have a lot of friends, go to school, do science projects, things like that.”
Hutch nodded. “I know Blu’s looking forward to it too. Right, Blu?” But she only shrugged, preferring to sip her lemonade than to deliberately shatter her father’s delusion. But I could tell, and I believed Blu knew it. It was yet another thing we had in common, as we were both coming to realize.