A CRAZY DISCOVERY

"He spanked me, and I liked it,” Kristen said to Bea over the phone. By the sound of Bea’s squeak, Kristen could tell that her friend found the revelation as exciting as she did.

“How did it feel?” Bea asked and Kristen sighed, reliving the feeling of Adrian’s hands on her body, the sharp pain that spread across her backside as his hands hit it hard, the pain that dulled into something else, something that seemed like passion.

“It felt wonderful. He kissed me so hard and made me orgasm twice, but I ruined it,” Kristen groaned, silently beating up herself for freaking out last minute. Kristen was the more sexual out of the both of them and so she felt even more ashamed that she had chickened out.

“I wish I could be like those female heroines in romance novels that met a guy on the first day and fucked him without letting him know they are virgins and then be carefree the next morning when they man sees the blood on the sheets,” she said to her friend.

“I am surprised you even let him go that far. I would have chickened the moment he touched my boob or something,” Bea said. For some reason, that made Kristen feel better. There was still hope.

“He sounded so disappointed that I was a virgin. I just turned twenty-one. Am I supposed to be fucking everything I see?” Kristen asked and Bea laughed.

“You do know that most girls lose that virginity during this age, right?” Bea asked and Kristen nodded a diabolical plan on her mind.

“Yes I do. It would be nice if I joined the number wouldn’t it?” Kristen asked her friend.

“This is a very bad idea Kristen. Your father wants you to marry this man and last I checked you don’t want to marry him. Why are you playing with fire wanting to lose your virginity to him?” Bea asked and Kristen promptly rolled her eyes. She knew very well that her friend was being reasonable. Bea was being too reasonable if you asked Kristen. She didn’t want to marry Adrian, but sex with him wasn’t something she could resist—that was if he would still have her.

“I don’t want to marry him Bea. He is still an arrogant bastard. But he makes me feel good you know he makes me feel very good. I am not sure I want to pass that up.”

“That will be the problem Kristen. He makes you feel good and I am not sure that will stop anytime soon. Will you be able to walk away when the time comes?” Bea asked and Kristen mumbled a yes to her friend. She would be able to walk away; she was strong. She only had to think of his arrogance and high handedness and she was good. When the time came, she would be able to walk away from Adrian Tremont.

“I will be strong Bea. It would be so nice to lose my virginity to such a handsome man. He has such beautiful eyes,” Kristen said dreamily.

“Okay Kristen, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” her friend said and Kristen rolled her eyes. Bea could be a mother bear at times.

“No problem.”

“So now that you have decided, what’s next?” Bea asked. Her friend could switch from mother bear to partner in crime within a few seconds.

“Well, that’s simple, I seduce him.”

When Adrian came out of the bathroom, Kristen was nowhere to be found—not that he was about to look for her. He had jacked to the image of Kristen, to a woman he swore was a child, to woman he would have sworn never to fuck. He had imagined her on her knees with that taunt mouth of hers sucking him off with vigor. He had imagined spraying his load over her full breasts.

Adrian groaned when he realized he was getting hard again, he had no idea how he would survive without fucking her for the next two weeks.

Her scent filled the room, so much so that it was frustrating him. He walked out to the living room and it was the same thing. He could see her standing bare and taking all he was giving to her. He needed to get out of the house and he needed to do it fast.

He walked out of the cabin, the cool sea breeze hitting his skin. The natural air was something he loved about the island. The air was so serene, so different from anything back in New York.

He strolled on the island. He whistled as he walked till he got to the village. Since he had not been there before, he was surprised exuberance of it all. The village was colorful and noisy, it was full of life. There was something in the air that he just couldn’t put his finger on, but it made it want to break out in a dance.

Adrian’s fingers itched to paint the scene; he would use sharp colors to capture the life of the village. With a smile on his face, he stared at the village from the edge, almost afraid to step in and ruin the beauty.

“Mr. Adrian, you are here?” A man asked him. Adrian had to think before he remembered him; he was one of the people that helped to manage the fire in the cabin that morning. He chuckled as he realized that morning seemed like a lifetime ago. Kristen had caused another type of fire just a few minutes ago—a fire he was still struggling to quench.

“Yes. Good evening Sir,” he greeted the older man. The man looked like he was in his late fifties, but yet he looked very fit. Physical labor seemed to do that to people.

“Oh. I didn’t think you would leave the cabin so soon,” the man said. He sounded very free. Like someone that had known him for a while.

“I needed some air and I wanted to see the village. You know my name, but I don’t know yours,” Adrian said. He hated feeling like he was on the losing side.

“My name is Curtis. You look very much like your mother,” the man said and Adrian cocked an eyebrow.

“You knew my mother?” Adrian asked. Many of his father’s friends did not know his mother. She had died while birthing Isla. That was seventeen years ago, when Adrian was thirteen. He had been the closest to his mother. Apart from Isla—who was her photocopy, he was the only one that looked like his mother.

“Yes, Maria and I were friends.” It had been so long since Adrian had heard his mother’s name that he froze.

“Wow.” He said.

“She used to come here every year with your father before she died.” Adrian could feel himself going to another world when his mother was still alive. His father was always happy, the both of them were. They used to get a weekend and all the children were taken to live with their grandparents. He used to miss his mother terribly during those times. She used to come here.

“Sometimes I forget her face. It feels like it fades away in my memory,” Adrian said to Curtis. He did not remember the last time he so easily trusted someone, but the fact that he knew his mother made him very easy to trust.

Curtis did not say anything, he just nodded his head—he understood.

“Let me show you around,” the older man—Curtis—said and proceeded to show him the village that his parents had found love.

Curtis introduced him to everyone as Maria and Clayton’s son; Adrian still couldn’t imagine his father in the village. He could imagine his mother there, but his father was a whole different story entirely. Curtis showed him the bakery, the bar, walked him through the market, and showed him the lighthouse that was no longer in use. He introduced to her to his wife, Shania. Shania was an older woman, she had gushed over him like his mother would. She talked all about how Maria’s little boy was so big.

Adrian reminded her that he was just his parent’s first child, that he had three younger brothers and a sister. He was not Maria’s little boy, but Shania shook her head. Adrian knew what she was thinking of, when his parents were going on their trips, he had been the one to cry, and Tommy was never really touched. His brother seemed to have softened in his old age; he always seemed like the older one when they were younger. It was when his mother died that he grew up.

He met their daughters, Faith and Brianna, they both looked in their early twenties and he could see the matchmaking gleam in Shania’s eyes. He smiled as he gently rejected their advancements.

“He is here with his woman Shania,” Curtis said when it had gotten obvious that Shania was not seeing his obvious hints. Adrian decided that he loved when Curtis called Kristen his woman.

Shania had the good grace to look embarrassed. “I didn’t know you were here with someone Adrian. I am sorry,” she said and Adrian nodded.

“My girlfriend Kristen is here with me,” he said.

“Oh you will come with her next time you are coming to the village.” Adrian discovered there and then that there was no one that could say no to Shania.

“Of course, I should be heading back now,” he said. The walk back to the house took a little less time—this time he actually had a destination. The sun has already set, and the air was cool. He had been gone for a while; he truly hoped that Kristen had not burnt down the house.

Kristen paced the floors of the cabin so much that she was sure the ground would break down beneath her. When she was done talking to Bea, she came out of her room and found no one in the house. She figured that Adrian had gone to clear his head, but one hour had gone and the two. She had begun to be so scared. She did not know the way to the village, but she was sure other people lived in the village except her. She waited for him to return and then her stomach had begun to rumble, she had no idea what she could eat.

She went to fridge and picked up an apple. There were cooking ingredients in the kitchen, before she could convince herself that she could make something to eat, she saw the damage she had done to the oven, that was enough to make her change her mind.

For the six hours that Adrian had been gone, Kristen had eaten six apples. If she saw another apple, she would beat it down with an axe.

“Where have you been?” Kristen asked him the moment he walked into the cabin. His breathing was rapid and so knew he must have gone far.

“Adrian!” She shouted again when he ignored her and walked into the house. She held unto his arm when he passed her and he stopped, raising his eyebrow at her. She immediately dropped her hand. The last thing she wanted was for him to get angry.

“You just disappeared. I was worried, hungry and alone,” she all but cried. She did not care if she sounded like a child; she was hungry and sexually frustrated.

“I went into the village. And if you are hungry you make something to eat,” Adrian said and Kristen glared at her.

“I don’t care if you burn down the house in the process. You cannot expect me to cook for you while we are here.”

“Can I at least share your food with you?” Kristen asked. She was really hungry. Adrian seemed to take pity on her as he took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen.

“What are you still doing standing over there? You want to eat right; you have to work for it.” Kristen quickly went into the kitchen, knowing full well that she would rather work for him in another way.