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There are no minor characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old.
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Looking into the past, Robert finds the future. He finally finds Emma.
Having just met her on the beach, he was tongue-tied by her beauty. Even with her just wearing her blue bikini and a pair of flip flops, she looked like she came from money. In the way she carried herself, he could tell that she was rich. Someone who looked like her had to be rich.
Not wanting her to leave, not ever wanting her to leave, and wanting this day to last forever, he wanted to engage her in small talk to learn more about her. Who was she? What was her name? Where does she live? Does she have a boyfriend?
Only, afraid to approach her, and with her showing so much of her body in that sexy bikini, he didn’t want him thinking he was a pervert. Afraid of saying the wrong thing, he wasn’t sure what to say to someone who looked like her. He didn’t want her to brush him off as just another weirdo on the beach.
‘Don’t stare at her tits when talking to her,’ he said to himself. ‘Don’t stare at her ass when she bends to pick up a seashell,’ he reminded himself. ‘Just smile and stare at her face and look in her eyes instead of staring at the impressions her nipples make in her bikini bra and the camel toe her pussy slit and her ass crack makes in her bikini bottom.’
Getting past the first awkward and uncomfortable moments, she seemed friendly enough, more than friendly enough. Actually, she seemed to like him as much as he liked her. When he walked with her, he filled the lulls in conversation and the sudden silences by imagining she was his girlfriend. Reminiscent of the band, as if he was one of the Beatles, he wanted to hold her hand. He wished he could hold her hand to show everyone on the beach that she belonged to him. Yet, someone who looked like her would never belong to someone who looked like him.
When he walked with her, with her obviously out of his league, he wished there was a book, How to Talk to a Beautiful Woman, that he could buy and read. Only, too late now, here he was walking along the beach with her, a beautiful woman. After asking her name and making some small talk about what a beautiful day it was, about the beach, the sky, the water, and her collecting seashells, not knowing how else to keep her talking he asked the obvious question.
‘What does your father do?’
With him figuring she was fresh out of high school or a college coed, he didn’t think she had a job. He didn’t think someone who looked like her would ever be working at Wal-Mart, McDonalds, Burger King, or at the mall. He just hoped she’d think him interesting enough to answer his questions without her thinking that he was prying in her private life too soon. He just hoped she’d find him interesting enough to continue walking with him while talking to him.
If only for a few minutes, he was enjoying the company of walking beside a beautiful woman. If only for a few minutes, he was enjoying the company of her. If only for a few minutes, he imagined she was his woman. If only for a few minutes longer, he needed to drink all of her in so that he could take the memory of her home with him tonight. Knowing her memory would be all that he had left of her, he wanted to make the most of their brief time together.
‘He’s in real estate development, Marina properties,’ she said matter of fact and without a shred of pride as if he was a day laborer. ‘He buys properties, develops properties, and sells properties.’
She turned from him to look behind her. Then she pointed to the homes that lined Revere Beach in the distance. In the way she looked and in the way she carried herself, she looked at him as if she was a princess. As beautiful as Snow White, unfortunately for them both, he was no Prince Charming.
‘Oh, wow,’ said Robert showing more interest than she did and now knowing that she was definitely out of his league.
He looked at her as if he was her lackey. Then, she leaned into him as if she was going to tell him a secret. She was so close to him that he could smell her beautiful hair. She was so close to him that he wished he could reach out and touch her, hold her, and kiss her.
‘He’s been secretly buying up all of that property under several different companies he owns,’ she said still pointing to the dozens of the homes that filled the background a mile back from the beach. ‘He’ll be leveling all of those houses to make the property into high rise, high income condominiums. The entire beachscape in the background will one day be filled with high rise, high priced condos. If the people selling their homes only knew what his development plans were, they’d hold out for more money.’
He turned to look at the houses that lined the beach behind them. They’ve been there decades. Many of them were there when the beach was filled with amusement rides, hawkers, barkers, and hordes of people having fun on a Saturday night. Now with the amusement rides closed and the rollercoaster in such disrepair that it looked as if it was haunted, even though the beach was beautiful, albeit littered with trash, the backdrop was an eyesore.
Curious enough for him to give her a longer look, when he asked about her father, she shrugged her answer as if she was embarrassed by her father’s occupation. Perhaps she wasn’t proud of the land that he developed. Perhaps she felt bad about the people he displaced for the sake of making money. Obviously, once developed, the city would never be the same.
As if he was already in protest of land developers, he wondered, in the name of progress and tax base revenues, how many high rise apartments can any city have? How many malls do we need? Why must we continue tearing down houses that are filled with charm, character, history, and life for something new, modern, shiny, cold, and expensive?
With her father personally changing the landscape forever or for the next hundred years, until the next real estate developer makes their mark, the only thing that never changed was the beach, the water, and the sky. Already reading into her answer, she didn’t have to tell him that she had a problem with her father, he knew that already. Just by looking at her, he knew there was more to their father and daughter relationship but not wanting to unduly upset her, especially when he just met her, he didn’t dare ask.
Just by looking at her, he knew she was from money. He could tell. Yet, money wasn’t everything. Even though she was smiling and was seemingly happy, there was a sadness about her. Even though she had beautiful eyes, she had sad eyes.
She looked as if she had survived something horrific or had endured a personal tragedy so bad that it changed her and forced her to prematurely grow from a child to a woman. Reading more into her external beauty, there was something deep within her that she was hiding. He didn’t know what that was at the time but, as if she was a bird with a clipped wing, it was enough that he identified that there was something seriously wrong with her. Then, later that day, when her father caught them together making love before fucking, he knew she had been sexually intimate with her father, whether willingly or not.
Nonetheless her suspected incestuous background and the perceived emotional problems that would stem from that, the fact still remained that she’s a rich girl and he’s a working man. No doubt, her father, Mr. Marina, if that’s his name, would never approve of them starting a relationship. No doubt, Mr. Marina would never want a man like him to be intimate with his daughter, especially if he was the man taking his daughter away from him.
Despicable. What kind of father, obviously an educated and wealthy man, has sex with his daughter? Perhaps she reminds him of his wife, her mother. Perhaps in the way that he’s trying to build for the future, he’d trying
to hold onto the past.
More than that and complicating matters even more, with her just a teenager, Robert was older than her. Quickly he did the math in his head. When he’s fifty-something-years-old, she’ll be forty-something-years-old. There’d be nothing wrong with their age then but she comes from money and he doesn’t. Only, way ahead of himself in the growth of their imagined relationship, why would someone who looked like her go on a date with someone who looked like him?
‘I see,’ said Robert suddenly feeling awkward that, because of the success of her father, she had much more money than he’ll ever have.
Obviously with her not wanting to talk about her father anymore, and with him happy that she didn’t, she changed the subject and gave him that sexy smile again. A dumb question for him to ask her about her father’s occupation, even then, before her father saw them naked and in bed together, he somehow suspected that he was walking on thin ice by asking her about her father. Maybe instead of asking her questions, he just needed to allow her talk. Maybe he should allow her to ask him a question. A good way for him not to say the wrong thing and ruin their brief time together, maybe he’d just play off of whatever she said. Only, as much as he seemingly annoyed her with his question about what her father does, she surprised him with her question.
‘Would you like to see my house?’
‘Huh? What did she just say? Would he like to see her house? That was kind of an odd question for a woman, especially such a beautiful woman, he just met to ask him. Normally, he’d be the one asking the woman that kind of question. Would you like to see my apartment? Would you like to see my bedroom? Would you like to see me naked? Would you like to have sex with me?’
Only, he’d never ask any woman those questions when just meeting her. He wondered if that was a code for would you like to go home with me and have sex. He could only wish. Nah, someone who looked like her would never have sex with someone who looked like him. Someone who looked like her would never have to ask a man for sex. Even though he doubted it was a code for sex, he hoped it was. Only, unless he was a rich celebrity or a famous sports star, men who looked like him never had sex with women who looked like her.
A different and more innocent time back then, maybe with her having no ulterior motives in mind, she just wanted to show him her house. Maybe she’s just lonely. Only, he could never imagine her ever being lonely. He could never imagine her without a man by her side. Imagining her living in a mansion overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, he could only imagine what her house looked like. Yet, even if she was ugly, he’d go with her to see her house. He’s never been inside of a rich person’s house.
‘Sure,’ he said suddenly nervous about meeting her parents when he hardly even knew her.
He couldn’t believe she invited him home. He couldn’t believe he was going to spend even more time with her than less. He couldn’t believe she didn’t reject him when he first approached her on the beach. Maybe he was underestimating himself and this was the beginning of something beautiful. Maybe she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her.
‘Okay,’ she said. ‘You can follow me in your car,’ she said turning away from the water to walk towards her car parked beyond the beach.
Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with excitement. He imagined having ice tea with her parents. He imagined her father looking like Randolph Scott and her mother looking like Dina Merrill. Able to see what she’d look like 30 years from now, he was more excited about meeting her mother than he was about meeting her father.
‘My car is all the way back there. I’ll get my car and meet you back here,’ he said jogging to his car before turning in his tracks and walking back to her. ‘Wait. What kind of car do you have?’
He imagined her driving a white Volkswagen bug or a puke green AMC Gremlin.
‘A black Mustang Cobra with gold lettering. You can’t miss it,’ she said with a laugh.
‘Damn. She drives his favorite car, a Mustang and a Cobra at that.’
Only at the time, he didn’t know that it was a wimpy generation II Mustang, a little better than the car that Mary Tyler Moore drove in her Mary Tyler Moore show. Hopefully her parents aren’t home, no doubt, otherwise, she wouldn’t invite him home. Right? Yet, for all that she knew of him, he could have been an axe murder, a serial rapist, or a religious fanatic. Conversely, for all that he knew of her, she could have been emotionally disturbed and, for the sake of getting attention from her father, could cry rape as soon as he set foot in her house.
‘But what about your parents?’
A bit premature in expecting to meet her family when he’s only known her for only a few minutes, and with him seemingly so much older than she was, he already dreaded meeting her father.
‘My parents? It’s just my Dad and me,’ she said with some obvious sadness and walking towards him when he walked toward her. He figured her father was divorced until she told him otherwise. ‘My mother died years ago.’
Picking up on her sorrow and, as if knowing her better than he did, he looked at her and felt her pain.
‘Oh. I’m sorry,’ he said.
She looked as if she was about to cry but she didn’t.
‘It’s okay. I hardly remember her. If it wasn’t for the photos of her that my Dad has everywhere, I wouldn’t even miss her,’ she said.
A dumb question but thinking that he needed to stay on the subject of her mother, he asked.
‘Did she look like you?’
Feeling stupid, as soon as he asked the question, he regretted asking her that. He imagined a woman as tall, as sexy, and as beautiful, albeit older, as she was. He imagined her growing and blossoming into a real beauty, not that she already wasn’t a real beauty, she was.
‘We could have been twins,’ she said with a laugh. ‘The gene pool in our family is amazing with the women all looking do very much alike.’
He imagined having a daughter who looked like her.
‘Wow,’ he said.
Suddenly, he imagine an entire family, cousins, aunts, and sisters, filled with women who looked like Emma.
‘I looked just like my mother when she was my age. If only she was still alive, we could have done on one of those mother and daughter Ivory soap commercials,’ she said with a laugh.
Nervous about meeting her father, yet a price that he’d willingly pay to stay longer with her, he asked the question.
‘What about your father meeting me? I mean, it would be a little awkward meeting him, when I hardly know you,’ he said.
She gave him that smile that made him want to do anything for her.
‘Not to worry. My Dad isn’t home. He won’t be home for hours. We have all afternoon to ourselves,’ she said with glee while giving him that electric smile again that promised so much when he expected so little until he imagined so very much more.
‘Her Dad isn’t home? He won’t be home for hours? We have all afternoon to ourselves?’
He wondered what she had planned. As if he was the woman and she was the man, suddenly he was afraid. Even if he imagined his wildest sexual fantasy with Emma, he couldn’t even imagine what would happen once he was in her house and alone with her.
With her looking so very young, he just hoped to God that she was over 18-years-old. If she wasn’t, he’d look but he wouldn’t touch. He’d talk to her and listen to her but he’d never kiss her, not that she’d ever allow him to kiss her. Moreover, he could never refuse her kiss if she wanted to kiss him or did kiss him.
Yet, forgetting about her age, she was so beautiful that all he wanted to do was to stare at her. He imagined making out with her on her couch and in her living room. He imagined himself feeling her breast through her bikini top before she asked him to leave. Only he hoped that she wasn’
t like all of the other women he met in his life, feigning their innocence and pretending that they were all virgins.
He despised women who pretended they’ve never seen a cock, stroked a cock, fucked a cock, and/or sucked a cock before. Yet, with her looking so very young, she could be innocent. She could be a virgin. God forbid she should lie about her age, she could be younger than 18-years-old.
‘I’ll follow you in my car,’ said Robert eager to be alone with her in her house. ‘Where do you live?’
She turned and pointed past the beach and more out to the water.
‘Marblehead,’ she said without emotion or pride.
He looked to where she was pointing and he could see Marblehead in the distance. If he lived in Marblehead, he’d be proud. If he lived in Marblehead, he’d never leave his house.
‘Marblehead?’
He didn’t know anyone from Marblehead. Only rich people lived in Marblehead.
‘Why?’
He suspected she was rich but suddenly now he felt common. Suddenly, he felt like the poor loser that he was. He felt awkward having to explain his surprise that she lived in Marblehead. What could he say about that now without reminding her that they were from different classes? She was rich and he was a working man living week to week.
‘I never knew anyone who lived in that ritzy town,’ he said with a nervous laugh.
She made a face as if it was no big deal that she lived in Marblehead.
‘My family has lived there in the same house for generations. It was my grandmother’s house. She left it to my father before she died. He bought the house on either side of him and more than doubled the size of the house,’ she said with an embarrassed laugh. ‘A bit ostentatious, our house dwarfs all of the other houses.’
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With the entire state of Massachusetts not very big, it was just a short ride from Revere beach to Marblehead, an exclusive, small, coastal, New England town right on the water. As soon as they pulled up to the house, which was something that looked like the Kennedy’s might live in, and got out of their cars, she took him by the hand as if he was already her boyfriend when he just met her today, a mere hour ago. Before leading him inside, nothing more than a peck on the lips, as if testing his reaction to her kiss or as if kissing him goodnight, she turned to kiss him on the front porch.
Then, as if teasing him, as soon as she broke off her kiss, she smiled and giggled. As if telling him that she liked him, he was surprised by the forwardness of her kiss. No woman has ever kissed him first. When she giggled like that, as if she was an immature, innocent teenager, he wondered about her age again.
Then, as soon as she unlocked and closed the front door behind her, she pushed him up against the hall wall and kissed him, really kissed him, French kissed him. Blanking his mind with her kiss, he forgot all about the question of her age. At that point, in the way she was kissing him, he didn’t care how old she was. Certainly for her to kiss him like that, she was definitely old enough. Then, without him as much as touching her, feeling her, and/or suggesting or coercing her to do so, he couldn’t believe it when she removed her bikini top.
‘Fuck me. Oh, my God!’
As shocked as he was sexually excited, he couldn’t stop staring at her naked, C cup breasts. Then, when he just stood there gawking at her tits, she reached down, took his hands in hers and put them on her naked breasts. She looked down to watch him feel her tits, fondle her tits, and finger her nipples. Then, with her taking control of him, she pressed her nearly naked body up against him and kissed him again.
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He remembered the very first time seeing her. He saw her from afar, a football field away. Yet, even from that distance, he knew she was beautiful. As if seeing the sparkle of a diamond from a distance away, he knew she was a one-of-a-kind treasure. If only to catch up to her and to see what she looked like close up, women who look like her are a rare find.
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