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The Beach

Cynthia sat in her patio, pondering her life as she
put down a book by Anaïs Nin. The cold morning sea
breeze cut through her chiffon robe and slippers, the
chill went through her body, turning her milk white
skin into a row of goose pimples. Her long brown
curls twirled freely in the wind, reminding her how
Stephen once touched her hair. They were to be
married, but Stephen left her waiting at the altar.
>From then on Cynthia swore that she would never be
hurt again, even if it meant she would be alone
forever. From her patio she looked out at the
swirling ocean and the white, foaming waves crashing
on shore. The waves were like his empty promises,
seemingly full of promise but ending up as little
more than foam. Stephen was ready to give her the
universe in and its wonders, only to give her
suffering and pain .
Despite it all, at least I can still laugh at the
comical tragedy that is life, Cynthia though as she
reached over to the small metal table to her side.
Putting her black clay mug of coffee, she drank
bitterly sweet coffee. At least there was one good
thing about him, the sex, Cynthia thought. The
absolutely divine, ecstatic, mind blowing sex. Her
body shuddered even to think about it, as she closed
her eyes for a moment and relived the many happy
nights they spent together. In a wave all first
experiences with Stephen came tumbling back: the
first kiss, the first embrace, the first time they
had sex, and so much more. Deeply in her heart,
Cynthia felt a pang of regret and loss...letting it
out with a long sigh. Will I ever again be with
someone again who can make me feel as good? Do I
deserve love and pleasure? Cynthia opened her eyes
the early morning light flooded back into her vision,
along with the tide rushing out to sea. As she
stared at the ocean, Cynthia thought she saw a nude
woman emerging from the foam and froth of the sea.
The woman had long cherry blonde hair, that clung to
her wet body, covering her breasts. She could have
been Venus coming from the sea, newly born, as she
walked out of the foaming water onto the dirty white
sand. Her eyes popping out of her head, Cynthia
dropped her coffee mug on the patio to stand up.
“Are you all right? What happened to you?” Cynthia
ran out to meet the woman. Finally meeting her
between the water and her patio, standing in front of
the dripping woman, her face twisted in concern.
“No Cynthia, I’m fine. But, are you all right?” the
strange woman smiled mysteriously back at Cynthia,
batting the wet hair out of her face and away from
her plump breasts.
“How did you know my name? Who are you?” Cynthia
took a step back, staring cross-eyed at the woman.
The woman stepped forward, closing the distance
between them. “My name is Constance…and I heard your
thoughts, you’re very lonely. Is there something that
I could do?” Again, she smiled, her ocean green eyes
“What do you mean by that? You heard my thoughts?”
Cynthia tied to look away from Constance, but she
couldn’t. She had seen thousands of women, but never
really looked at a woman before, for the first time
she saw the gentle curve of her hips, the
contradictory hardness and softness of her plump
breasts, the wispy hair that that was below her taut
stomach that, she turned her back on this
woman, closing her eyes, ashamed of her thoughts.
“Why should you be ashamed to be attracted to me?
I’m attracted to you…you called me. You were so
lonely... ” Constance stepped up to Cynthia and
embraced her, kissing the small of her neck.
Pulling away and then turning again to face this
strange woman, Cynthia stared at her with fire in her
blue eyes. “But I’ve always heard that it was wrong
to things like that with another woman. I don’t even
know how to do it...What are you?”
“I’m what you’ve wanted for so long…do you always
question your deepest thoughts and desires? Why not
just accept them.” Constance again stepped forward,
simply looking at Cynthia, smiling gently.
Cynthia’s face was wrought with confusion, but at
the same time a longing for something that she hadn’t
felt in a long time. Cynthia sighed, and closed her
eyes, folding her arms against her chest. As she
folded her chest, Constance put her arms around her,
gently kissing her cheek blushed cheeks.
Cynthia opened her eyes then unfolded her arms,
starting to embrace Constance returning her kiss on
the lips. Constance also kissed her, locking her lips
with Cynthia’s with passion and love. Suddenly, she
stopped, and broke away from Constance, shaking and
“No, no...I can’t do, I can’t do
it...someone may see...”she ran back to her patio,
opening her siding glass door, shutting it and then
running to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
As she shut the door behind her, she turned,
screaming as she put her hands out in a defensive
manner, her body shaking like a fish dangling on a
fisherman’s line. Constance, if that really was her
name, was in her bedroom, standing directly in front
of her.
“How did you get in here? This can’t be...”Cynthia
shook even more violently, moaning in what might have
been horror or delight as her hands tried to go for
the doorknob. But she couldn’t open the door since
she felt an irresistible urge to wildly embrace this
woman kiss her and make love to her. Cynthia began to
lose her breath, reaching to the tie of her robe and
pulling it lose throwing it down on the floor. She
embraced Constance, kissing her savagely, biting her
bottom lip as she threw her arms around the strange
woman. Constance did the same thing exactly, matching
the kiss and the embrace with the same ferocity and
Constance pulled her head back for a moment, and
only held Cynthia to her, she smiled and said: “Now
you can live out your fantasies and dreams that you
buried and hid deep down in your mind. Love me as you
have loved none other in your life, take me Cynthia.
Take me now.”
Cynthia smiled with wild delight as she took
Constance’s hand, leading her to her king size bed.
Constance, then Cynthia got on the bed and lay down,
to embrace one another, kissing and holding each
other close. Cynthia went to Constance’s ear, putting
her ear to it and sucking on it. She whispered in
Constance’s ear: “This is just the first thing I’ve
always wanted to do…”. With her tongue in Constance’s
ear, Cynthia slowly moved her hands to Constance’s
fine hands and simply held them, grasping them
tightly. Constance also moved her hands to Cynthia’s
breasts slowly to gently massage them.
Cynthia’s tongue slowly went down her neck licking
and kissing every inch of Constance’s wet skin, going
down Constance’s arm, down to the elbow and finally
to her hand. She sucked on Constance’s hand, pulling
it in and out of her mouth, and finally sucking on
the individual fingers. Constance closed her eyes,
smiling and moaning softly under her breath.
Preoccupied with her own pleasure for the moment,
Constance simply laid her hand on Cynthia’s breast,
slowly moving as she shuddered in ecstasy.
Cynthia pulled the now moist hand from her mouth,
holding it in front of Constance’s oval face. “Touch
me with your hand.” she put Constance’s hand directly
above her clit.
Constance did exactly as she was told, as she move
her hand down then began to rub Cynthia’s clit,
slowly and gently. She did it with some hesitation,
very deliberately and slowly, as Cynthia frowned.
“That’s not how I like it this way.”
Cynthia put her hand on Constance’s clit, and began
to rub. She rubbed violently and deliberately, making
Constance shriek in pleasure, arching her back
slightly. Cynthia smiled as Constance cried out,
which only added to her own pleasure. Finally,
Constance returned her hand to Cynthia’s clit,
rubbing it again. This time, Cynthia screamed, still
rubbing at the same time, only increasing the speed.
The two of them rubbed each other, moaning and
breathing simultaneously, as though they were exact
duplicates. Suddenly Constance stopped, pushing
Cynthia on her back, she began to rub her clit
against as Cynthia rubbed against her. They began to
moan and pant in unison, so enraptured by each other.
The two women rubbed against each other faster and
faster, wet hair and dry hair flew in all directions
as their speed only increased. Finally, the two women
let out half a scream and half a moan as they
orgasmed at the same time, both their bodies
releasing the built tension. Constance pulled away,
putting one finger in Cynthia, then another and then
next, until her entire hand was inside her. Cynthia’s
body shook again, wincing in pain and in pleasure as
Constance clinched her hand into a fist, then
thrusted forward. After only a moment, Cynthia’s
entire body shook as she came again. Cynthia grabbed
Constance, pulling her to her, to greedily kissing
her. The room smelled of a combination of sweat, sea
salt and vaginal tears, the two women embracing and
kissing each other.
Constance moved to Cynthia’s side, taking the still
shaking woman into her arms and putting her head on
her shoulder. “I know you enjoyed that as much as I
did. We have to do that again, and we will…soon.”
Constance smiled and cooed, playing with Cynthia’s
hair. “But, I must go now...”
Cynthia moaned, not in pleasure, but in anguish,
clinging to Constance beginning to cry. “You can’t
leave me. You can’t...” Her hands grabbed Constance’s
shoulders, holding them down weakly, just as a
little girl would cling to her favourite doll as her
younger sister might try to tear it out of her hands.
Constance brought her hands to Cynthia’s head,
bringing it from her breast as she leaned to kiss her
passionately on her lips. “No, you’ll never be alone
again. Just go to the beach…and rub this…” A
brilliant ruby cut in a heart, that was surrounded by
gold and hung on a glowing silver chain suddenly
appeared in Constance’s hand. “If ever you feel
alone, rub this and I will be there. I am yours
forever.” Constance kissed Cynthia once more, her
lips locking around Cynthia’s, their tongues meeting
and touching as they embraced as both their hands
moved up and down their backs gently. Constance put
the necklace over Cynthia’s neck, the ruby falling to
rest between her breasts, a perfect contrast between
the pale white skin and the blood red ruby. Slowly
and ever so gently Constance broke away from Cynthia,
with a tear in her eye. “Remember, you’ll never be
alone again. Come and walk with me to the sea.”
Constance got up from the bed, taking Cynthia’s hand
in hers leading her to the door.
They walked out the patio and down the beach, hand
in hand, still completely nude. A gentle breeze
embraced the two lovers as they reached the shore.
The once clear morning had become a blustery
afternoon, black storm clouds still far out to sea
slowly making their way over the bay to the shore.
The two women walked until they reached they very
edge of the sea, stopping as the waves washed against
their long legs. They embraced once more, clinging
and kissing each other, as if they both knew it would
be the last time they would be together.
Constance’s lips made their way to Cynthia’s
quivering ears, kissing and whispering in it.
“Remember me, Cynthia. Dream of me, my love...” They
hugged each other tightly, squeezing one another in
desperation. This time it was Constance who broke
away, starry eyed, clearing her throat, sadly gazing
on her lover. “I am yours forever...” Constance waved
and slowly walked into the sea, her head turned to
look at Constance tears also clouding her green eyes.
“Be well...” Cynthia grasped the ruby between her
breasts with her right hand, a biting pain at her
heart. She walked at Constance’s side into the warm
sea. They held hands as they went into the froth,
tightly gripping each other’s hands deeper and deeper
until they no longer held hands. Cynthia winced,
turning around and swimming back to the shore. The
west wind bit at her, but she was not cold, she was
full of warmth and love from the ruby that hung
around her neck, singing a love song. Oblivious of
her nudity, Cynthia smiled, wrapping her arms around
her chest and walking from the sea to go home, full
of relief that she would never be alone. She did
wonder when she would see her lover from the ocean
again and, what would happen when she would call on

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