I was really looking forward to lunch. Not just the food at Mary’s place, but the damned bumpy road. That sent vibrations flooding through my pussy as if it was Alex driving his hard shaft deep inside me. I could think like that now because it was what I had experienced; before it was just vibrations that felt like waves. Now, I had a good reference point to gauge things against.

“Buckle up,” Alex says.

I grin at him as I fasten my seatbelt. “Step on the gas and let’s see what this baby can do down the track,” I say.

Alex looks at me puzzled and floors the accelerator. The Jeep kicks up gravel and dust, and we head for the rough part of the track.

“Whoa,” I scream as I raise my arms in the air.

Alex laughs as he wobbles with the steering wheel. The vibrations shoot through my body. My mind flashes back to last night as Alex rammed his manhood deep into my wet pussy for the first time. I could feel the sensations filling the pit of my stomach. Damn, I would love to skip lunch, and go directly to the dessert in the sand dunes.

We reach the main road and head toward the clifftop restaurant where we met Mary, the waitress. Ten minutes up the road, Alex pulls off. The restaurant seems slightly different, but last time I was overcome with the effects of winning an enormous amount of cash.

We walk inside and head for a table looking out over the beach. Mary approaches us and gives us a huge smile. I look up to her and see the large gold tooth that sits on one side of her mouth.

“I see you can’t keep away from da place,” she says.

“We wanted to make sure we tried the lunch, and last time I was feeling unwell,” I reply.

Mary’s body jiggles as she begins laughing. “You did look a little woozy when you came in.”

“I feel great now, though, totally alive,” I say.

Alex leans over the railing and looks at the beach below. Some steps go to the beach, we should have a walk down after,” he says.

“You be looking at Lovers Cove,” Mary says.

“Why is it called Lovers Cove?” Alex asks.

Mary throws her head back and fills the restaurant with laughter. “Have a walk, and you will see why,” she says.

“It sounds a bit freaky if you ask me,” I say.

“Maybe it is da power of da voodoo; couples go down there, and they come back up the steps in love,” she says. “But, I can see you two have already passed that point.”

“We are not lovers, um…”

Mary cuts me off mid-sentence. “We will see, let da power of the Cove prove you wrong,” she says.

Mary passes us the menu. “Have a look through that, and I will fetch you a pitcher of that drink you had, you may work up a thirst later,” she says, now giggling.

I look toward Alex, he looks back at me with his sparkly eyes that seem to be burning into my soul.

“You think she is talking sense?” I ask.

“It sounds like bullshit to me, but you never know,” he replies.

Mary comes back to the table with a large pitcher and a plate. “These are on the house, they were caught fresh this morning,” she says.

She lowers the plate to the table. “What are they?”

She looks at me and smiles. With a wink she says, “Them sweetie are oysters, they are good for the sexy…” she begins to say, as she makes a ramming motion with her fist.

“Okay, I get your point,” I reply, blushing and smiling.

Alex looks up from the menu. “Sorry, what was that I missed? Um, what you were saying?”

Mary looks at him and grins. “It was just women’s talk, now eat your oysters,” Mary says.

“What do you want to eat?” Alex asks.

“Mary, what do you recommend for lunch?” I ask.

“Have you had the fried chicken yet?”

“No,” I reply.

“You have never ever lived until you have eaten our fried chicken,” she says.

“Cool, we will have that, and you choose the sides to go with it,” I say.

“Ten to fifteen, so just enough time for you to get them oysters into your belly,” Mary says, ramming her fist into the air as she walks away.

“So, after lunch, do you wanna test the theory of Lovers Cove?” Alex asks.

Alex, after last night, that bumpy road, and a plate full of oysters, Lovers Cove is the first thing I want to try.

“Yeah, why not, we will see if there is anything in this voodoo thing,” I reply.

I make my excuse and go to the bathroom. I walk inside and look at myself in the mirror. In less than twenty-four hours, I feel like I have become a nymphomaniac. I want him so bad, again. I wash my face and head back out the door. I see they have a tiny gift shop by the entrance. I look at the table. Alex is busy sipping his ice-cold hibiscus drink and pouring slimy oysters down his throat.

I look at some of the handcrafted jewelry. Something catches my eye. I pick up a small silver cross. I used to have one of these until it was so rudely taken from my possession. I fasten the leather necklace around my neck.

“How does it look?” I ask the old lady.

“It looks nice, and it will keep you safe,” she replies.

“It will keep me safe?” I ask.

“Just like your old one, it will keep you on the right track,” she says, now smiling a kind smile.

Wow, there are lots of strange people with intuition.

I pay the lady and walk back over to the table. Alex has already eaten four of the oysters. “I have saved the rest for you,” he says.

“Thank you,” I reply.

Alex looks at me and then he looks at my new piece of jewelry. “A cross, well, most people buy a marijuana leaf or something,” Alex says laughing.

“That is just marketing, people feel obliged to buy something like that.”

“So, why a cross?” Alex asks.

“I always used to wear one, and it was taken from me. I saw this and thought it was about time I replaced it,” I say.

“I suppose it makes sense really, why was the other one taken from you?” he asks.

“It was taken when I was released from the conv…”

“Chickens ready,” Mary says cutting my sentence short.

“It smells fantastic,” I say, starving.

“Just be careful, it can have a bit of a sting in its tail,” Mary says. “It is a touch on the spicy side. Just like your guy.”

“He is not my guy,” I reply.

“Well if you don’t hang onto him, I will gladly take him off your hands,” Mary says, loudly laughing again.

“I suppose you would drag him down to the Cove?”

Mary holds her hands under her large breasts and then runs her hands down her portly body. “I have a body made for sin, you think I have to go to the Cove?” she says, obviously grinning at Alex.

Alex goes a shade of pink and glances out over the ocean. Mary walks away from the table and gives a wolf whistle as she enters the kitchen.

Alex turns around and shudders. “I think I would need a few more plates of oysters,” Alex says.

“I thought you were all man?” I ask.

“A man I may very well be, but suicidal I am not. I think she could eat me for breakfast,” he replies. “Twice over.”

I pick up a piece of chicken. I bite down, and the spice that Mary told us about hits the back of my throat. “She is not wrong, this is hot,” I say.

“I know something else that is hotter?” Alex replies.

Alex bites into his chicken as he fixes his eyes onto mine. I stare back and frown.

“Are those oysters having an effect on you?” I ask.

Alex grins and winks at me. “They might be.”

I take hold of my new cross and hold it between my fingers. “Keep away bad man,” I say, belly laughing.

“You will need a much bigger cross than that to keep me away,” he comments.

“I see now, you are all manly. I will get Mary back,” I say chuckling.

“No, please don’t,” he replies. His face contorts.

I swallow my piece of chicken and answer without thinking. “I am only joking, I want you all for myself.”

“Good girl,” he replies.

“I was thinking out loud, you were not supposed to hear that,” I say.

“We are both adults. We have taken the hardest step already, now we just have to see how things go,” Alex adds.

“Just wait until I get you in the Cove, we will see then,” I reply. I look up to Alex. He stops biting into his chicken. “I have done it again, haven’t I?” I ask.

Alex bites into his chicken and nods.

“I am going to keep my mouth shut, I keep saying things I should be thinking,” I say.

Alex gives a wink and a sly smile. “I have been doing that since I started the oysters. You should hear what I’ve been thinking.”

“Eating oysters is like stepping on the gas in the love machine.”