What the f?
1030 Words
Cara McKay
The image was still fresh in my mind. Zayn was there completely naked with two fake blondes both completely naked. It looked like they had just screwed their brains out. At first, I had been shocked but a weird feeling had overcome me. The feeling felt like jealousy. Only stronger. I doubted it. Why would I be jealous? Zayn meant nothing to me. He was just the target of my evil plan. I was going to make him go down on his knees begging.
The morning sun came down in tiny beams thanks to the protection of the giant jungle trees.
Manuel had given me a tour that morning of the settlement. They had electricity and cable. There was even a spa and a resort. They had modern facilities. He explained that most of the inhabitants just chose to live jungle-themed lives. Some of them rarely took baths or made use of the cable. According to them, they wanted to be one with nature. That took lead on the weirdest f****d up s**t I've ever heard but I just smiled at him and nodded.
He told me some of the settlers were graduates who came there of their own free will as an escape from their lame-ass lives. Manuel was a good conversationalist with a strong alluring voice. His accent had an exotic mix in it as if he had grown in a Caribbean nation. The color of his tanned skin supported this idea of mine. I dared not ask him. The last thing I wanted was to trigger him into telling me the story of his life. Hell no!
During the tour, he had offered to show me a beautiful waterfall and I had agreed. What's the harm, I thought.
The waterfall was indeed beautiful. The blue clear water gave a calming feeling. One I so desperately needed. He looked on as I peeled off the shirt and shorts they had offered me that morning. It wasn't my style but it beats wearing Tony Finnegan's stinky pants.
I dived into the water letting the cold comfort of it put all my exhaustion away. The water accepted the offering of my tired body doing all it could to soothe me. A sound made me pop my eyes open to see Manuel in the water swimming towards me. I smiled at the friendly man watching the expertise of his strokes. The simplicity.
"You're good," I told him with a grin. I nodded in appreciation for his skilled movements.
"Thanks. You look good,” he complimented shyly.
He wasn't the type that gave compliments easily. I noted the fact and moved along on the water. He followed.
"So tell me. How do you stop yourself from going crazy in this place?" I was hoping he would share a tip that would unknowingly save my life for the duration of my time there. Unlike Zayn, I had no private jet waiting for my call to scoop in and pick me up from this gloomy place. My best shot at getting out of this place was riding shotgun with Zayn whenever his rescue party scurries along. Every hope of that happening would vanish immediately when I completed my plan. And I was surely going to complete it.
"Just breathe and see what happens next. It always seems to work for me," Manuel said over the gentle sound of splashing.
I chuckled. That was like telling a suicide bomber to kiss a grenade and then swallow it without the pin. I looked over at Manuel in time and noticed his eyes on me. His gaze faltered away immediately he knew I noticed.
"So you've been here without a girlfriend?"
"Sadly,” he said, staring over at my breasts from the bra I wore. That was the second time. He looked away instantly.
I stayed on the spot hovering on the water. He moved close and stopped too.
Manuel was handsome in his way. His pencil mustache was a welcoming touch to his shiny dark hair. He looked at me and I saw it immediately before he looked away.
"If you think we'd f**k here, then I'm sorry. We won't. There's no f*****g happening between us."
He looked at me with shock and hurt. His mouth fell open the whole way. It was obvious he couldn't believe what I had just said. If I was being honest, even I couldn't believe what I had just said. I felt bad immediately for the poor guy.
He moved away swimming towards the edge where his clothes lay neatly. Mine was a heap all over the place. He was dressing when I came out of the water. I caught sight of a huge dragon tattoo claiming a large portion of his exposed back. He didn't look like the dragon type to me. Maybe a pony or cute adorable puppies.
I closed the gap between us in two long strides. There was no f*****g between us doesn't mean I can't try to help him if I can. I stood in front of him and looked deep into his almond eyes. What I had said hurt him deeply. I could see just how deep.
The shirt in his grip dropped just about the same time I dropped slowly to a squat. My hands slid his pants off. His legs trembled slightly to my touch. I felt flattered that my touch had such an effect on a person. I was about to peel off his boxers when he held my hands. His eyes looked pleadingly at me but held the strong desire of lust in them.
"Sssssh," I hushed till his hands went slack on mine. Slowly I peeled off his boxer. He trembled and moaned. Immediately his boxers dropped, my jaws dropped simultaneously. His d**k was so tiny it was barely visible in his curly lock of pubic hair.
I was about to laugh but luckily it came out as a snort. He looked down in shame to see my reaction to his tiny d**k. Wtf. Like what the actual f**k?!
I fell back to the ground cackling madly as sounds of my laughter filled the silent misty air.
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