There was just one incident, and I guess it was my fault. Us girls, and even the boys, had been fending off the occasional advance, which was fine and expected. But as usual, somebody always pushes it too far, and when a couple of young, cocky dudes came up to dance in the faces of me and Nadia, I thought ‘here we go’. One of them had a black t-shirt with a picture of a ‘Minion’ on it and the legend ‘Stuuuuupid!’, and the other’s shirt simply said ‘I’m with stupid’ in a matching font.
I checked the positions of my wingmen, and saw them start to close in, just as the Minion guy, virtually drooling over me, leaned in and bellowed “I want to know something!” in my ear. Up close, I noticed that he had a missing front tooth, and for his age, his complexion was terrible, as though he worked outdoors without any sun protection. Possibly the sun had fried his brain too — his eyes were certainly dull, and a bit reddened.
“What?” I yelled back, leaning back from him a bit, and flexing my hand to prepare myself.
He moved closer again, his rank breath causing my nostrils to twitch, and asked his important question. “Does the carpet match the drapes?”
SLAP!!! I stepped back and belted him across the cheek, open palm. He fell backwards, and he and his colleague seemed to be in shock as Luke and Adam picked him up, one to each side, and held him while Nadia bellowed in his ear “That’s no way to speak to a lady.” Then they dropped him back on the floor, where he stayed, hunched over while people kept dancing around him.
I told you at the start not to fuck with the narrator. History is written by the victor.
We did decide though that it would be better if we left quickly, in case any more of his Neanderthal mates were around. We piled in the car, buzzing, and Lucy drove us home.
That night, Luke pulled out all the stops. I was actually a bit upset about my reaction at the club (plus my hand was hurting), and he settled me down with soothing words, a cuddle, and a glass of iced tea. Then he gently undressed me, giving a gentle finger massage on my head and shoulders, and then kissed me softly from mouth to feet, before returning to my centre for a slow, methodical pussy licking. It took me a while, but eventually I came, whimpering, with his fingers inside me. Fifteen minutes later we were going again, this time in regular doggy position while he massaged my breasts and I played with myself, and then in the middle of the night, we found the energy to do it once more, starting in reverse cowgirl before I slowly swivelled around to regular cowgirl and came again with him rubbing my clit and me playing with my boobs. That time, I finished him off with a loving blow-job, then cuddled up to him and slept like a baby.
We slept until late in the morning, and wandered out stark naked to find that the others were all likewise naked down in the pool, laughing in warm, torrential rain as wind lashed the trees around us. The monsoon had arrived.
Part Four — Aftermath
The holiday didn’t end there. But, we decided to stop rotating bedrooms, and that we should use the time to get to know our current sleeping partners more deeply before deciding about longer-term relationships. We still skinny-dipped together and flirted constantly, but we knew who we were ending up with at night. And in the case of Luke and I, it was a winning strategy. Any doubts in my mind were erased as I got to understand his brains, his subtleties and (most importantly) his willingness to learn, and by the time we boarded the plane home, I knew that at my young age, I was falling deeply in love, and okay with it.
And now, seven years later, I’m sitting with an evening gin on my own well-shaded backyard deck in Darwin, above a nice pool, not too far away from Lucy’s folks’ place. Lucy is visiting Darwin soon, and I’m looking forward to seeing her. Luke is still at work, but he’ll be home soon, and it’s only a 20-minute drive from the Treasury office to our house. He’s riding his bike though, as part of his fitness campaign, and he’ll come home sweaty and jump straight into the pool before coming upstairs to kiss me, and then lean down and kiss my belly. My swollen belly. It’s a bit hot and uncomfortable, and I’ve had to reduce the hours of my Postdoc field-work with the University while waiting for baby to arrive, but that won’t be forever, and my Mum says she’s looking forward to spending time with me, Luke, our baby, and of course our swimming pool on the hot days. We’ll just have to remember to wear clothes when she turns up here, as sometimes the ‘hat-only’ look that I tend to have at home gives people a surprise if they come calling. It’s all good: they adjust soon enough.
Welcome to Darwin.