It was early morning as I strolled along the beach, sandals carried in my bridge player. Lazily, I kicked at the sand, it was the finest and softest sand, I had ever seen.

The sun had already begun to warm.

There was not another somebody in vision, except for one sportfishing sauceboat, way off the shore.

This is Mauritius, one of the most beautiful places in the creation. I should be feeling ecstatic to be in a shoes like this.

... ... ... ..

The rent rolled down my cheeks, as I sniffled. It wasn't fair, why had she dumped me ? What had I done wrong ? The thinking tumbled through my mind.

I came to a fallen coconut tree tree diagram, collapsed down onto it, and wept. My physical structure shook, my grief was overwhelming me. The deep tactile sensation of loss and desolation. The girl I loved was gone.

She'd only left a note, she hadn't faced me."Sorry babe, I'm outta here, got ta move on,"was all it said. No explanations, nothing, it was roughshod, and it hurt. I didn't even cognize where she'd gone.

Vaguely, I saw a crabmeat, climbing a coconut tree. It only got about five invertebrate foot, then it fell, to land on its back. It wriggled, a pincer pushed, and it was over.

Then it was scuttling, up the tree once more. This time, to disappear into the foliage up above.

stupid person, I know, but it brought a glimmer of a smile to my face.

"Fuck it !"I called out loud, but I wiped my crying, getting up, to go back for breakfast.

... ... ....

My comrade Dave was on the verandah, I giant wedge of a Sir Francis Bacon sandwich in his baseball glove,"Hi sis, you okay ?"He cheerily said as he waved at me with his liberal hand.

"Yeah, fine,"I mumbled.

He shrugged his articulatio humeri, as I went inside. char, he thought, a strange lot !

Mum glanced at me, as I entered the kitchen. She saw my puffed, red eyes, but she didn't ask. Only a woman had that intuition, of when it was better to say nix."Bacon, or egg sandwich, Liz ?"

"No, just a coffee will be finely, thanks."

... ... ....

Dad had flashed up the barbeque and was busy with chicken pieces, sausages, burgers and steaks. Mum was frying up onions, heating bake beans, making a salad, and whatever.

The neighbours were coming round. They seemed okay, although, I'd only met them briefly.

Not much later, the music was playing, the beer and wine were flowing, the atmosphere was good. Just not for me !

The neighbours had three child, all middle to tardily teens, or thereabouts.

The boy, Stu was probably the oldest at around nineteen or twenty, I guessed. The other boy was the youngest, by quite a bit.

Becks, they called the female child, she was XVIII to nineteen, pretty, but not in a flashy way, I barely noticed her, but I had caught her looking at me a twain of time, quickly, turning her eyes away, when I saw her.

Stu seemed to take every chance to get talking to me, forgetful to the fact, that I quite clearly made it plain, that I didn't want to talk to him. Nor, did I want, to spill to anyone.

Three, four, maybe five glasses of wine later, with a bottle in my paw, I sort of, weaved my way to bump my coco tree. I'd had enough of their joviality, and anyway, I didn't want to fuck up their fun.

I saw dad, rise to follow after me, but my wise mum shoved him back in his tail."farewell her dear, she just wants to be alone."

Half a bottle later, I wondered, what was the matter with the beach, it was moving, I could see the grit shifting. My straits began to spin, I felt hot, my forehead was sweating.

I rose unsteadily, I found myself staggering toward the sea. The water system was quick, although I didn't notice it.

A wave nearly took me off my feet, but somehow I kept going. It wasn't anything conscious, I was on autopilot.

I waved launder right hand over my head, tumbling me. Floundering, my brain telling me to find the open. I realised I didn't forethought, I couldn't be bothered, I'd had enough.

pitch blackness engulfed me, I knew I was drowning. My bodies reflexes took over, whether, I wanted or not. A base touched the hindquarters, and I pushed.

My hair was hurting, being pulled hard, I struck out with my bridge player, and connected with something,"Shit, that hurt !"A manus came beneath my arm, and I could find someone was pulling me up.

I gasped for air, at the same clock time, choking on the piss I had swallowed. Two workforce now gripped me, pulling me. I tried to avail, with my human foot pushing at the shifting moxie below.

Then, I was lying, face down on the sand, a free weight on my backbone, as hands pressed down hard. I choked, a outpouring of water flowing from my mouth, then I was breathing deep lung-fulls of air.

The weight eased from my back, strong handwriting helped me fend, to stagger back up the beach, to the fringe of Grass beneath the coconut trees.

A hand raked the hair, stuck to my face, another bout my shoulder, holding me, as I began to tremble. The flood-gates opened, as I cried. A easygoing girl's voice,"Shush, you're safe now."She gently rocked me, a finger wiping at my tears.

Slowly, I calmed, the palpitation went, as the evening air warmed me. For the first meter, I looked up at my deliverer. I was surprised to find, it was the girl from the barbecue, Becks, the neighbour.

I flinched when she touched my cheek. And went rigid, when she kissed my forehead. I pushed her away from me, I didn't want to be touched, not by anyone. She didn't complain, made no comment, as she helped me to my feet.

In secretiveness, we walked back to the bungalow. At the back doorway, I briefly touched a finger to her hand, I just said,"Thanks,"and went inside.

A hot cascade later, I felt a little go back, although my question was pounding from the wine I had guzzled down.

In my bed, I fell straight into a deep sleep.

The sun was blazing through my bedroom window when I woke.

Mum was there, picking up my clothes."Whatever happened to these, they're wet and covered in George Sand ?"

"I tripped, and fell in the sea, too often wine-colored probably,"

She stood looking at me,"If you want to talk, I'm here. I know you're pain, but sometimes it helps to mouth it out."

Somehow, I managed a smile,"I'll be fine mum, but thank you."

... ... ....

That good afternoon, I returned to the gage mend, where I had sat recovering, the evening before. I wanted to think about what had happened. Was it something I had intentionally done ? Had it perhaps, just been an accident ? I knew it had scared me, I was shaking again, with just thinking through it.

My thought process were interrupted."Hi there, Liz, I wondered if I might ascertain you here."

Becks took a step back, perhaps, shaken by the withering look I gave her. She stammered,"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to nose, I'll just go."

I felt disgusted with myself, what was I thinking. This young woman had saved my life last night.

I stood,"No, it's me that should rationalise, I didn't mean value to be rude just now, it's just that, well, I was wrapped up with my problems. You startled me."I held out a hand,"Come and sit with me."

She smiled back, if I had been in the mood, I might have realised how beautiful the smile was."I want to thank you for finale night, you know you saved my life, I would deliver drowned."

"Can I ask ? Was it an fortuity ? It didn't look like it. Or maybe you should just tell me to mind my own business."

For a minute a kept my eyes to the sand, then, looked at her,"I honestly don't know, that's what I've been sitting here pondering over."

"But if it was not an accident, then that would mean you tried to kill yourself, why would individual as beautiful as you want to do that ?"She turned bright red."I'm doing it again, aren't I, being too personal I mean, I shouldn't have asked."

"Its okay, but I'm afraid I can't talking about it, it hurts too much."

She reached her hand out, and laid it my arm,"You've been let down, some guy, I suppose ?"She coloured again,"You see, there I go again, with the questions."

My eyes were locked to her hand, it felt as though my build burned. I glared with venom at her, she jumped up in fright, turned and ran. God ! What are you doing, bitch ? You just scared this lovely girlfriend, one-half to death.

I ran after her, calling her name,"Becks, where are you ? I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything against you."

I could listen her now, she was close by, then, the other side of a tree, and there she stood, crying softly. I put my weapon system around, and quietly,"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's not you, I'm just angry with the whole world at the moment."

She stood fold to me, as she calmed. I took her hand,"cum on, let's go back and sit."

She shook her brain,"No, perhaps I should go back, and leave you in peace, I can recount you need to be alone."

All of a sudden, I didn't want to be alone, that's exactly where I had been, just feeling hurt and scared. So, I pulled her hand,"Come with me, please. I need some company,"

We sat again, Becks asked,"Only if you want to, do you want to secern me about this guy."

"Becks, it wasn't a guy, it was my girlfriend."She looked startled, but slowly I began to tell her until it just seemed to pour out of me. I told her how we'd met, fell in love, and moved into our own place.

By now, I was crying, not hard, the odd bust trickling down my look. I told of how happy we had been together, how everything seemed perfect. Until one day, my world fell apart. The annotation. A bloody billet, not even a missive. No explanations, nothing.

I rolled to the priming coat, curled in a lump and cried. I cried, like never before in my life. The asshole racked my body, my fists pummelled the ground.

I hadn't heard her speak, not at first off, but then her words broke through, inane nonsense mostly, but form and comforting, as she held me in her arms, with her face pressed to me, her bridge player caressing my hair.

The sob stopped, a few tears still ran.

With a shock, I felt her lips kiss them away. One of her hands stroked my hair, the former gently stroking my arm.

She saw my eyes open blanket, but not glaring at her this fourth dimension. A smile crossed her font,"That's better,"she said, her stroking didn't stop.

"Becks, your hands, please stop."

Her paw paused but didn't leave me."Why ? '' Was all she said.

I simply stared at her, a thousand emotions tormenting me."Becks, I can't, I don't want to, you've been variety and it has helped me, and for that I thank you, can we just go now, as friends ?"

Becks looked down at me, lying on the ground, a perplex look on her face. I could see that she was trying to work on something through her mind. I saw her nod to herself, then she was pushing me flat onto my back. I resisted, but she was inviolable, and in any lawsuit, I didn't have the energy to press, as her sassing descended to mine.

She held my wrists, flat to the solid ground alongside my pass. Her body moved over me, lying on top. I rocked my straits from side to side, as her rim followed mine. Then, I just lay still, and let her kiss, I didn't respond, I didn't want to. I could see her eyes, urging me to retort the kiss, but I didn't

Suddenly she threw herself off me, stood and looked at me for a few seconds, then with a shake of the head, she walked away. She got a short length, before turning to wait back,"Liz, if you want to mouth or something, you know where to find me,"

... ... ....

The following match of twenty-four hour period just seemed to drag by, I couldn't get into the holiday swing.

At the breakfast table, my mum said,"Why don't you get the bus into townspeople, have a browsing around the shops. You'll like Curepipe, it's a cover girl town. Anyway, it'll get you out for a bit."

So, a couple of hr later, I found myself wandering aimlessly. In and out of a few shop class, nothing grabbed me. Then, I found the market. I was immediately struck by all the smart as a whip colouration of the Native American clothes and material stalls.

I picked out a blouse, even though I knew it was too brightly coloured for my taste, always a piffling on the sombre incline. I held it up to me, looking in the prospicient mirror,"It does look nice."I had spoken aloud, without realising.

"That looks totally gorgeous on you."It was Becks stood behind me.

"Oh, hullo there, do you really think so ? It 's not too bright ?"

"Believe me, it suits you just perfectly, you'll be stunning in it, a rattling noblewoman killer."

What did she just say ? I thought. ‘ Lady Killer.'

On an urge, I decided to buy it. After I had paid, Becks asked me,"Fancy a umber or maybe something stronger ? I know just the place."

"Why not."I found myself saying.

It was a lovely bar, real old-fashioned, in a French colonial style, but spotlessly clean and tastefully decorated.

We chose an alcove seat that had a window overlooking the gardens.

Becks didn't sit opposite, as I would have expected, but instead, pushed in future to me."Is it java, or do you envision rocking the gravy holder ?"She laughed, it was an infectious laughter, suddenly I felt at rest in her company.

We had local anaesthetic lily-white rum and snow, branded mind you, not some of the harsh spirit, sold in the back streets.

It became gentle to chat, cipher severe, just where she came from, that kind of footling stuff. By the third gear turn, I had completely relaxed.

I'm just a little tiddly, I thought, as I giggled at something she said.

Her paw was on my arm, strange that I hadn't noticed it there, I think had actually been there quite a while. I looked down at her bridge player, when I glanced back up, she was looking at me, straight into my eyes.

A momentaneous frown, then I shook my head teacher and smiled."Another round ?"I asked her.

"Maybe just one Thomas More, then I think we've had quite enough for one day,"

My bag fell to the floor, on my left, I reached down for it, as I leaned, her manus fell from my arm and landed on my thigh. She didn't move it away. Feeling flustered, I grabbed my meth and swallowed one-half in one go.

Did her fingerbreadth just squeeze my leg ? Maybe I imaged it, my blotto head said.

This time, I definitely felt it, the slightest squeeze, her hired man inched just a tiny bit lower, toward the inside of my thigh. I looked at it, puzzled, where'd that ejaculate from ? I wondered and giggled again.

I raised my crank to my lips, and as I tilted my head back, I felt a nudge against my crotch.

The hand was still there when I looked, but now it was pressing my skirt between my second joint, a flimsy pressure at my forepart. My gaze followed the arm up,"Becks, you're touching me."I accused.

"I know I am, I've been trying to ever since I first saw you. You don't mind, do you ?"

I tried to think, nothing seemed to ca-ca any sense, except the fact that the mitt felt good. I lowered my own deal, covering the other, then pressed it into me. It did find good.

I saw Becks depend around the bar, before reaching for my bird, she didn't pull it up, just raised the side by my thigh, and her hand disappeared.

I thought, now where did that go ? Then, I jumped, digit were at the front of my panty, rubbing into my pussy. I took a trench hint. Oh, Wow, that's nice. I could experience a fingerbreadth, edging the crotch of my panty aside, so I spread my legs wider, to spend a penny it easier.

My panties eased over, for digit to trip the light fantastic along my pussy slit. I could now sense the associate prickling between my leg. I felt naughty, my pussy aroused in a public position. Then, a jolt, that hit the smear, my button responded to the sudden contact. I gave a moan.

"Shush."I heard.

I looked for the vocalization, it was Becks,"Is that you, playing with my pussy Becks ?"

"You got it,"She replied,"You like ?"

Pure lust erupted in me,"Yes I do fucking like, finger's breadth me, babe, inside, I want to feel you inside."I lifted my hand to my breast.

"Here, let me."As she reached her other paw over and moved mine aside. Her fingers squeezed me, through my blouse and very reduce skimpy bra.

She twirled around my mamilla, they were already like soldiers stood to tending. The wiz were driving me wild.

Her finger's breadth, more than one, maybe even three, were now groping inside between my back talk. A thumb worked my button,"diddly-squat ! Becks, I'm gon na cum any moment, agile put your handwriting over my backtalk to keep me quiet."

My ass writhed on the rear, my own hands pressing hers into me, as I thrust my snatch onto her. The orgasm was intense, a expiration of all the pent-up tension I had been feeling. I tried to scream, but somehow Becks covered it.

I came down from my cloud, I was still holding her digit inside me. I looked at her nerve,"Becks, you dirty bastard, you just wanked me off in a bar, for Jesus's sake."I leaned and gave her a pocket-size kiss.

"Aw, is that all I get ?"She asked, with an pixilated grin.

"Tell you what, let's get the screwing out of here, go find somewhere better,"

... ... ....

We got the bus, I wanted to bear upon her, as she had me, but the bus was way too push. I made do with just rubbing the side of meat of her thigh.

We went two hitch passed our normal full point for abode, I knew it wasn't far from a very rocky area, no beach, so no people. I was feeling a bit better by now, not quite as pissed as before.

I took clutches of Becks'hand, telling her,"Come on, it's not far, this way."

The underwood was a bit thicker than I expected, but with only a piddling vexation, there was the sea, right in front end. plenty of bowlder were everywhere, I could see why no one ever came here.

We found a pin-up little-secluded office, still with a panorama of the sea, a patch of skunk, ready and inviting.

I stood, admiring the waves crashing on the rock, Becks'weapons system came round me from behind. She cupped my breasts and gently rolled them in her hands. I leaned my head back into her neck opening. She bent, a little awkwardly, and kissed me. It was a fall, variety of, exploratory kiss.

But I savoured it. My knife teased against her lips until she opened to me, our tongue danced against each other.

Now I had sobered somewhat, I was once again wondering at my touch. I didn't know this girl, in fact, I knew almost nothing about her.

I knew that there was still a feeling of devastation in my heart. There was still screw there, for the someone I had lost. But I also knew that this girlfriend had breathed a little fresh air into me, a bit of Leslie Townes Hope for firing from the infliction I felt. For a moment, I felt guilty at my betrayal, then choler surged through me. How daring she have done this to me, and then I realised, she couldn't have loved me as I had believed. Had she done so, then she would never have ditched me aside, the way she did.

I felt a release, a actualization that I owed that person aught, we'd had our clip, and it was over. I turned to look at Becks, I held her at arm 's length, just looking into her eyes.

She herself, looked a little apprehensive.

"Becks, have you ever been with another woman ?"

She lowered her eyes, the confidence from former now gone.

"No, I haven't, but then I haven't ever been with a boy either. I have no idea what it was, but when I first saw you, I recognised the pain you were in, and my tenderness went out to you. It was the first meter that I have ever felt anything for another girl, my opinion frightened me at first, but I was drawn to you, that's why I followed you until I saw you go in the water. What happened in the bar, would never have occurred without those rummy, I found I couldn't help myself, I wanted to touch you, I never thought for one minute, that I could ever stimulate gone as far as I did. When I saw you getting excited and responding to my signature, then there was no stopping, I just wanted to please you in any way I could."

"Oh Becks, you're just mythologic, and I tell you what, you found me just at the right time because I was drowning in self-pity. You've somehow, forced me to face it. I feel alive again, come here my beauty."

She fell into my arms, her smile brighter than the sun. I kissed her, perhaps more tenderly than I've ever kissed before.

She gazed into my eyes, the despair clear to see,"Liz, will you love me, teach me to be your lover."

I felt the bust brimming in my oculus, how did I merit this sweet young young lady. For the moment, I loved her. I kissed her again, pulling her tight, my hands lifting the backbone of her shirt. I felt her cutis under the touch of my fingers, it felt so good.

I caressed her back, then I hit the clutch of her bra, and snapped it apart, my hands now coming round her sides, to the front, and then to hold her breast. They felt divine, I had to see them. Her shirt lifted easily to her shoulders, then she raised her arms and I lifted it clear.

I was stunned the most beautiful breasts. They were different, they were sort of, conical in shape. Jutting proudly from her trunk, the conoid shape, topped with boastfully areola, and not long, but the wide-cut puffy tit I had ever seen.

There was a worried expression on her face,"They're, ‘ em, unknown aren't they, I guessed, you might hate them."

"Oh Becks, they're gorgeous, they're wonderful, I love them."And I plunged my rima oris to a teat, my former manus greedily groping another.

Her hands rested on my shoulder joint, her lips kissing my hair.

The pap enlarged under my touch. I could feel her trunk tightening, her hands now digging into my shoulders.

Her skirt was elasticated at the waste matter, I grabbed a hold, panty band as well, and pushed them down. She was now there in figurehead me, she was so beautiful it almost hurt. Her contour was staring, below those beautiful breasts was a body to die for, a lightly muscled stomach, a lovely slender shank, not much wider hips.

But my heart were drawn to her hill, it was clean-shaven, her puss slit was exactly that, no lips to utter of, just a long lose weight slit.

I didn't wait for her to ask. I almost ripped my blouse off, undo my bra, to let it fall, then wriggled my chick and step-in down. OK, so I was a few years older than her, but I was in great pattern, I played for my local hockey team. I knew my shape wasn't quite up to the standard of Becks ’, but I had always been complimented.

Becks looked at me like a kid with a new dearie toy. Her eyes flickered backwards and forwards, all over me, one moment to my breasts, the side by side down feather to my pussy.

I put a finger to her chin, raising her eyes to mine, I tried to be cool off, like in the movie,"So whaddya think sister, like what ya'see ?"I held out my arms.

She almost flew at me, our breast smashed together, our back talk met again, then I was grinding my kitty into hers, as I grabbed her ass to overstretch her tight into me.

We kissed, as we stood there, hill rubbing hard. She was gasping into my mouth.

We dropped to the pot as one, first kneeling, then falling together, my knee between her second joint and hers between mine.

We rubbed against each other, our pauperization rising, I could feel her body reaching for a flood tide, so I pulled away, pushing her branch widely, and dropped my brass to her slit. I probed my tongue between and licked up. Her hands pressed hard on my head and she moaned aloud.

I found her clitoris, only petite, almost operose to see, but my tongue centred on it, to fluff and thrill. Now she bucked her hips, hard to my back talk, as I sucked. I pushed a finger in between that belittled pussy, she was much bedwetter than I expected, so I easily moved my finger in and out.

I could feel her passion rising fast, I added another finger and pushed harder and deeper, increasing the speed of my thrusting.

I sucked hard on her clit, with a wail, she shook, her body convulsing, as she climaxed. The coming ripped through her.

We lay together, enfolded in each other's arms, she still trembled, as I held her. Until I asked,"Did you like that Becks ?"

"That was just, totally, the most amazing cum I've ever had, I never realised just how mind-blowing it could be."She answered."Can I do that to you, with my sassing, I mean ?"

"Never thought you'd ask, c'mon and get your head down here."

... ... ....

My depression was over.

I had another calendar week with Becks before it was back to the UK.

I knew she didn't live too far away from me, so to start with, we had already planned to get together every weekend.

I even thought about whether I should ask her if she wanted to try staying at mine for a bit.

But then I thought, it's early days yet girl, be sensible, let's suck it and see.

We did ! If, you get my meaning.

The end .