Melvin: Origins

By Ana and Melvin Melons

1

I stood and wrapped her in a warm embrace. It had been a good date, she was smart and funny, we had amazing conversations, and the way she cleaned chicken bones left me extremely curious to get to know her better, but it was time for the date to end.

“Will you meet me for lunch tomorrow?” She stepped back with her hands still on my elbows.

“Of course, I’ll text you in the morning.” I pulled her in for another hug then we separated.

“Awesome, I’ll see you then!” There was excitement in her voice, and then she stepped away and disappeared into the crowded room.

I was outside on the patio, sitting at a bar top window. In front of me was the interior of the building. A large wooden décor with old fashioned whiskey barrels stowed in the rafters and a system of mechanically operated punkah fans swaying in an arc back and forth circulating air around the room. Behind me was the patio, a series of steel tables and drunken regulars formed the center, and the edges lined with a short brick wall with iron fencing across the top and dwarf palm trees lining the outside.

I sat back down and continued to nurse my cocktail. A loud cheer erupted in the room, and I glanced up at the tv. I took a look around; everyone was watching with rapt attention. Sports have always been a mystery to me. Even though I was forced to be on the team I never cared about winning and wasn’t invested enough to learn the rules. Most importantly, I simply find women far more interesting.

My date had reached the door and was holding it open for someone. She saw me across the room and waved.

I returned the gesture, lifting my arm over my head and smiling. I watched as she turned to greet a couple who was walking inside. They had a brief exchange before my date nodded to them and pointed my direction, waving one more time to prompt me to identify myself. She made gestures that I took to mean, “Save those two open seats,” and I gave her a thumbs up.

She waved as she walked out to the vestibule and disappeared.

I lost sight of the couple in the crowd and went back to trying to decipher this game. It wasn’t long before the man emerged and approached from the gawking crowd.

“Are these seats taken?” His voice was low and raspy, and he spoke with a heavy accent.

2

There was an open seat on either side of me. “Yeah, let me make room.” I started to move over and he stopped me.

“If you move it will confuse Denise.” He gestured towards the bartender. “My wife doesn’t care to sit next to me.” It seemed like he was saying something negative about his relationship, but it was more of a jovial tone. I figured something was lost in translation and moved on.

The man climbed up onto the high stool and sat with his feet dangling. He was older than me by about 30 years, his hair was grey and thinning, his beard shaved clean, and he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned too far for practicality and a pair of loose-fitting pants.

“Denise, dos cervezas, por favor.” He turned to look at me, “You don’t mind if I buy you a beer?”

I shrugged, “Free is my favorite beer, right after cold.”

The older man shifted in his chair and laughed. After a moment he calmed himself and regained his composure, “So, I know everybody but you.” He gestured to the room.

“I’m Melvin Melons,” I started, “I’m here for a while for work.”

He nodded at me as if that had been enough info for him. “I am Alejandro Vargas, and my wife Paula is here somewhere.” He turned his attention to the TV, noticed it was playing commercials, and then to Denise as she delivered our beers.

Alejandro raised his bottle, and I lifted mine to meet it. “To my beautiful wife on her birthday.”

“Where is your wife?” I asked.

He gave a brief glance around the room and then shrugged and took a quick swig. “She’s making her way around to ensure everyone tells her happy birthday.”

I didn’t respond.

“What brings you here, Melvin?” Alejandro glanced at the TV again but there were still ads running.

I repeated myself from earlier, “Work.”

The older man waved his hand. “No, here. At this bar.”

I nodded my understanding. “I met someone here for a date.”

“A date?” Alejandro leaned close. “With the woman who pointed us to you from the door?”

3

I nodded to him.

The old man sat back in his chair. “She is very beautiful but since she left and you are still here, I assume you were unable to close the deal?”

I scoffed, a little annoyed at his presumption. “Sometimes a date ends before she’s ready. I wouldn’t want her before that anyway.”

Alejandro slapped his knee excitedly. “And how do you know when they are ready?”

“The dripping sound usually gives it away, if not that the puddle she’s laying in.” I quipped.

The old man burst out into laughter. “Dripping…” he choked. “Puddle,” he let out another loud guffaw before turning back to his beer and finishing it in one long chug. “Bernice, uno mas por favor.” She delivered him another bottle, and he took a big swig again before letting out a long-amused sigh. He started to say something else but cut himself short when the sound of the game returned.

I can’t really tell you what was said after that. The conversation turned to sports and I was quickly outed as an imposter. I could still see him in the chair next to me, but my new friend vanished, just like that. I finished my cocktail and started sipping at the beer when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to see a young woman standing there in a white dress that contrasted with her bronze skin. This was especially noticeable because of how much of her skin was left uncovered by the garment. Her black hair glistened in the waning sunlight, and her almond eyes met mine just as the scent of Jasmine and citrus reached my nostrils.

I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with her perfume. “Paula?” As I asked, she nodded in agreement. “Happy Birthday.”

Her smile beamed at me, and she tapped the tiara nestled on top of her head that indicated the significance of the day.

I corrected myself. “Happy thirtieth birthday.”

She batted her eyelashes and took a seat next to me. “Thank you, handsome!” I’d heard that sentence a fair few times, but never with an accent and it just hit different.

I beamed a smile at her then turned to Alejandro who was lost in his game, exchanging expressions of frustration with his other barstool neighbor. Paula’s finger touched my chin and swiveled me back to her. “My husband is counting on you to keep me entertained while he watches the game.”

4

“Oh, I see.” There was a war raging inside my mind between a deep well of desire to subvert expectations, and an equally intense impulse to show this beautiful woman the best birthday of her life. I decided not to step on my own dick this time and went with the latter. “I’d hate to let my new friend down on his wife’s birthday. How about a drink?”

Paula nodded to me. “I want you to choose for me.”

I looked her over and pondered a moment for effect because I knew right away what I would choose. “How about a mojito. Bubbly, refreshing, and worth the extra effort, just like you.

The birthday girl fluttered her lashes at me. “That’s so sweet, mister?”

“Melvin Melons.” I signaled to the bartender, and she got the drink ready. We both watched as she muddled the mint and lime with simple syrup then added rum. She stepped away and topped the glass off with soda water before serving it to Paula.

“Gracias, Denise.” Paula wrapped her lips around the straw and pulled gently. A satisfied murmur escaped her lips as the glass hit the table again. “That’s so good, you chose well.”

I waved away her compliment. “Denise did all the work but thank you.”

Paula giggled. “I want to keep singing your praises, but I don’t want to make my husband jealous.”

I reassured her. “We’re good friends, I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Is that so?” She was skeptical, and rightfully so because I was full of shit. “Are you sure you didn’t just meet tonight and have only exchanged a few pleasantries.”

I feigned shock. “Is that what he has to say about our friendship?” I let the look on my face fade. “Well, then it’s a good thing that I like to live dangerously. I’m always running towards trouble, that’s why I’m always available for a rescue mission.” I gestured to her husband and the game, then to her.

As I spoke there was a look of recognition in her eyes that I didn’t quite understand. “Is that why you always appear right before an explosion?”

Her words were familiar, and I was able to recall the line from an old dubbed-over Spanish language space opera that I used to watch. I’d stumbled my way into quoting it, but I wasn’t about to stop now. “The first time I ever saw your eyes in the light of a rupturing frigate class FTL drive I knew I couldn’t ever miss a chance to see it again.”

5

The look of excitement grew on her face with every word finally erupting out of her as a loud yelp that drew attention from everyone except her husband. “I can’t believe you can quote Star Voyagers!”

“We only had like three channels when I was growing up.” My retort elicited another giggle.

She tossed her hair and batted her eyelashes at me in a comely way. “What is your favorite episode?”

My answer came quickly as all the nostalgia came rushing back in. “You remember the one where they get stuck in a time vortex and Drau gets lost in the desert and captured and starts the Roswell alien conspiracy?”

“That is my favorite episode too. I love how Isobel De La Vega and the Masked Swashbuckler have to work together to repair La Sirena Cósmica, rescue Drau, and escape earth before the vortex closes all while they develop the best will-they-won’t-they in television history. But the B plot about Maxine trying to recruit a new crew and then firing them all when nobody has a ship for her to captain is the funniest part of the show. She leaned closely and put her hands in mine.

“How can you be my chief engineer if you don’t know how to calibrate an anti-matter injector flow rate manifold?” I was surprised at how well I remembered this show I hadn’t watched in over a decade.

“Just give me a spanner and let me take it apart. If I can get it back together you should hire me.” Paula continued the scene with me, adding the acting flair that it needed.

I met her energy, boosting the drama. “And if you can’t.”

“Then the next guy only needs to do half the work.” The two of us snickered together. She rubbed my hand with her thumb while we continued to chat.

The crowd would occasionally cheer or groan but the two of us were in our own world. When we had finished talking about Star Voyagers we moved on and shared a few book recommendations, once we found some that the other hadn’t read.

“I like to write sometimes.” She was the first person I ever told about my hobby. Every measure of time that passed before she responded was excruciating, but she didn’t make me wait for long.

“What kinds of things do you like to write about?” She gave me an intrigued look, not breaking eye contact until I did.

6

“You know, whatever I feel inspired by.” I paused briefly weighing how to be more specific. “I like lots of different genres, but I need a muse to get things rolling. A beautiful woman to get my creative juices flowing.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her wryly.

Paula took my hand and raised it, kissing my fingers. “You will have many muses for your art, but someday you will meet the woman about whom all your works will revolve. Even when they’re not about her, she will be your muse.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond and remained in silent introspection.

The game went to commercials, and the music came back on. “I love this song, Dance with me,” Paula begged catching me off guard and pulling me from my thoughts. She removed her tiara and left it on the bartop

I was hesitant to explain that I didn’t know how to dance. “I uh,” I started but she interrupted me.

“I will teach you.” She said, taking my hand and pulling me from my seat and through the crowds onto the dance floor. She moved gracefully while I trudged along behind her. Once we arrived, she gave me a quick lesson on a basic step and watched me fail miserably.

“You have the heart for the dance, but your feet are lying to you.” Paula stopped me, looking right into my eyes as she instructed me. “Don’t think, just do.”

I cleared my mind, meditating a moment before I made another attempt. This time I was flawless, surprising even myself.

“Muy bueno!” she clapped for me as the music faded, and the game came back onto the speakers.

“It’s your turn,” I said. “Let’s see if you can do better.” I sounded purposefully cocky and boisterous.

Paula gave a dismissive wave. “You know, I don’t think I ever told you that I’m a professional dancer and gymnast.”

She had not yet mentioned that, but I never really expected to win anyway.

I couldn’t hear it, but the music in her head must have synced up perfectly to her routine. She danced close to me, swaying her hips in as she pulled me close. Her body unspooled like a bolt of silk. She moved smoothly and with profound control. Even her breaths seemed to be timed to her dance.

7

I joined her again and we swayed together to the music as she rested her head on my chest. Her breath hitched as our duet came to a close. She held me close, then moved away with a spin that sent the skirt of her dress straight out to the sides. As her dance came to a close the crowd erupted in boos and chiding remarks. We looked at each other, then to the TV. The local team just gave up a point and now the score is tied.

We returned to our seats and the game entered its final quarter. Paula started to move closer and closer to me. Our chairs had touched a long time ago and at this point she was basically working her way into my lap. “Tonight is my birthday, and my husband is watching sports while a stranger has made me feel like the only woman in the room all night.”

I tipped my imaginary hat to her. “Just doing my civic duty, Ma’am.”

Paula gave a shy grin. “Well, the game is almost over, and I’m not ready to let you go.”

I didn’t know what to think and I didn’t really understand what she meant.

She interpreted my silence and explained further. “I want to take you home and have my way with you.”

I was shocked, and skeptical. I didn’t know what to think. She was smiling and seemed very genuine. Alejandro didn’t react, so I learned nothing there. “That sounds like a lot of fun.” The words came out on their own, but I wasn’t about to take them back.

She clapped her hands together. “I’m going to make sure that you never forget anything from tonight.” It seemed like an impossible promise, but here we are.

We stayed snuggled up and chatting while the score remained tied. As the game went into overtime, I excused myself to the restroom. I was in a kind of daze as I meandered through the singularly fixated crowd. I meditated a bit when I reached my destination, and my body went on auto pilot until I splashed some chilly water on my face. I blinked back into the moment, anxieties cleared and skepticism suspended. I dried myself and stepped back into the dining room.

There was an eruption from the patrons as I made my way back to my seat. The local team won. I heard Alejandro’s raspy voice over every other person there and was able to pick him out of the crowd. He was cheering in Spanish and hugging everyone he could, tears running down his cheeks.

8

He came over to me when he noticed my return. “Mi amigo, Melvin. I took care of your bill. My wife will drive you to our home. I will not be long behind.” He gave me a wink and shook my hand a little longer than expected.

“I’ll see you there.” I wasn’t sure how to answer. It seemed like he might be hitting on me too, but I didn’t want to broach the subject publicly in case I was wrong.

He waved me away and returned to his celebration.

I continued to my seat where I found Paula waiting for me. I snuck up behind her and whispered right in her ear “I hear you’re driving me to your place?”

Paula swiveled in her chair. “That’s right. Are you ready?”

I nodded and handed her my keys. “I’ll lead the way.”

I took Paula by the hand and guided her through the crowd. The host thanked us on our way out the door and we both waved with our free hands. I pointed out my vehicle and the lights flashed as she unlocked it. I got into the passenger seat and slid it back to make room for my legs. Paula sank back into the driver’s seat then slowly moved forward until she could reach the pedal and wheel.

“I’m used to moving the seat back after my husband drives.” She mused. “I think this is my first time driving for a tall man.”

 She backed out carefully and made her way through the parking lot just before the bar patrons started to spill out into the lot. We turned left headed down a main road before turning right into the next neighborhood. Paula rested her hand on my thigh as she drove, her fingers pressing slightly.

“I think Alejandro was flirting with me at the end there.” I said it in a nonchalant way, I didn’t want to give the impression that I was bothered by it, I just wanted to mention that it had happened.

Paula laughed in response to me. “He was not; it’s just his personality.”

I understood the concept well; I was always flirting with men even though I did not desire them sexually.

We made another series of turns and came to a stop in the driveway of a small home. Paula came around and met me at my door, then she led me around the side and through a white vinyl fence, and a screen door into a pool lanai.

I could smell the chlorine in the air. It stung my nostrils at first, but I quickly adjusted to it.

9

Paula flipped on the lights. “Welcome to our home, Mr. Melvin.” She gently caressed my ear, then my face and sat me down on a plastic yard chair.

I decided not to hold back. I leaned close to her; my head nestled into the crease of her thighs as I wrapped my hands around her waist. I parted my lips and sealed them to her skin and sucked provoking a gasp from her lips.

Paula squirmed. “Oh my. I want to go inside and get changed into something more appropriate.”

I released her and she went into the house, disappearing into a side room. As I waited, I heard a large truck engine pull into the driveway followed by the door opening and closing. Next was the vinyl gate clanking shut, then Alejandro appeared through the screen door.

“Hola, mi amigo. Is my wife being a gracious host?” The older man took a seat across from me, his dark brown eyes almost black in the low lights. He lifted his hands to his mouth and licked a small piece of paper before rolling it between his fingers and presenting it to me. “Mota?”

I nodded, I’d been away from home for a while and hadn’t partaken since I left. “She went inside to change.” I sat forward and put my elbows on my knees.

Alejandro put the joint between his lips and brought his lighter to it. The odor filled the space, as he took a drag and exhaled. Passing it to me.

I followed, taking a long hit and filling my lungs with hot smoke. I exhaled and almost immediately felt my body start to tingle. I looked him over and passed it back. He took another drag then passed it back to me again. I held it between my fingers and asked a question that had been burning in my mind since I’d first seen him. “How do you wear long pants in this climate?” I put the joint to my lips again while he answered.

Alejandro let out a loud guffaw. “Linen, Hermano. Always Linen.” He stood and tugged at his loose ancles. The heat rises up your legs, it needs somewhere to go, or it will boil your huevos. Linen pants do the trick and if you do sweat nobody will see.” He turned to show me the ass of his pants was dry.

I nodded, impressed by his answer. “I’ll have to get a pair for myself.” I choked out my reply, smoke spewing from my mouth as the words formed.

“Uno, momento.” He stood and walked inside then into the room where Paula had gone and returned with a pair of brown pants and underwear. “You should try both of these.

10

The underwear has a pouch for the huevos, it looks very nice with the pants.” He handed me the clothes. “Paula wants to know, what is your favorite color?”

“Purple,” I answered as I untied my shorts and let them drop to the ground.

He nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

I set the reefer in a nearby ash tray and I replaced my underwear, slipping my balls into their pouch. I pulled the pants up, leaving the strings untied.

Alejandro returned picking up the joint and lighting it again. “She is almost ready for you.” He gestured to me. “Walk around, mi amigo. Give them a real test.”

It wasn’t a bad idea. I stood and walked about, immediately noticing his claims were true. I took a look at myself in the reflection of the patio door, noticing how this new underwear shaped and positioned my bulge. “This is incredible. It’s like the grey sweatpants of the tropics. Now I need to buy myself a pair of each.”

Alejandro dismissed my statement “Keep them, I have so many.”

I smiled at him. “Thanks, my dude. Gracias”

The lights in the house turned off and shortly after Paula emerged from the sliding door. She was wearing a black bikini and heels. Her lips were stained in a particularly intriguing shade of violet and around her neck she wore an amethyst choker.

Her husband offered her the smoke and she declined.

She walked past me, over to the edge of the pool. She turned, her silhouette framed by the lights at her back, and her front faintly illuminated. She reached out to me and beckoned me to come closer.

Alejandro broke the silence. “She’s ready for you, Mr. Melvin.”

I stood and walked over to her. Paula’s hands glided over my hips and traced her fingers along my waistband. Her digits moved with purpose and her touch started to drive me crazy until she finally grabbed my ass. I mimicked her, driving my fingers deep enough into her flesh that she choked out a gasp.

“Oh, Papi Melvin.” Her voice was breathy and soft. She nuzzled her nose into my neck and sighed. Her fingers pulled at the hem of my shirt and raised it over my head before she tossed it aside. Paula leaned against me for balance and lifted one leg. She kissed me deep and hard, meanwhile, I felt the tip of her heel gently slide down my back, grasping my remaining garments, and pulling them down until gravity brought them to my ankles.

11

“Sit by the pool. I want your feet to be as wet as I am.” She giggled and I obeyed. “I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I saw you.” Her voice was barely audible over the pool pump, but I recognized another Star Voyagers reference.

I slipped into the scene, quoting the next line without missing a beat. “Shut up and kiss me.”

She didn’t comment on my line, but I could see from her posture that I had nailed it. She kissed me deeply and hard. Her tongue danced with mine while her hands made their way to my chest, softly caressing me as if she wanted me to remember every detail for the rest of my life.

Alejandro tossed each of us a chair cushion and then opened his phone, disappearing into the aftermath of his team’s first championship. “Dios mio. They’re burning cars downtown in celebration.”

I sat down on the seat and let my feet dangle. I looked up at her, and she was smiling at me. “I like how we’re celebrating better.” Her hand found It’s way between my legs and her fingers brushed lightly across the head of my cock. A sensation shot through me. She brushed it again, slower this time and I felt myself swell for her.

“I do too,” Alejandro stood up. “Cervesa?”

I eyed Paula’s breasts as they swayed inside her bikini top. “I think my mouth is about to be full.”

She let out an intrigued sigh. “It looks like we might be full together.”

Alejandro let out an amused chuckle as he opened a small fridge in the corner. “The chemistry is good with you two.”

Paula released me from her hand and stood. “Lean back for me a moment.” I did as she asked and she straddled me, and squatted down, balancing perfectly in her heels.

I reached down to help her, hooking her bikini bottom with one finger and moving it aside. She squatted the rest of the way, one hand on my shoulder, the other around my back.

Paula choked out an involuntary gasp that eased into a trembling whimper as I was enveloped by the warmth of her body, inside and out. I drank in the moment feeling like I could survive solely on the spiritual nourishment of that sound.

She settled in, sitting idly for a moment as she enjoyed the feeling of being stuffed full. I explored her body; the palms of my hands glided across her leaving a trail of goosebumps anywhere they roamed. I cupped her breasts and curled my fingers beneath her bikini, gently teasing her nipples before pulling the top down and letting them free.

12

Even in the low light I could see her dark nipples hardening as I teased them with my fingers and lips, then followed her faint beauty scars with my tongue.

“¿Te gustan, Papi Melvin?” I heard her say as she pulled me close and pressed them into my face. I felt her soft skin caress my nose, cheeks, and lips. I opened my mouth to respond but got a mouthful of her chest that muffled my voice as I tried to speak.

“They’re immaculate.” My second attempt was a success as Paula released me long enough for me to answer before stuffing me back between her breasts.

“They were worth every penny.” Alejandro joked from his seat.

I moved my hands below her thighs helping to lift her as she started to ride me. Alejandro wandered around to get a better angle, slowly sipping at his beer and finishing off his joint while he watched his wife writhe on top of me.

The sound of Paula’s thighs slapping against mine and our pleasured moans filled the neighborhood around us.

Without a word, Alejandro stripped down and pulled a large foam pad from the storage room. He got into the pool and maneuvered the pad over to his wife.

“Grasias, mi amore.” Paula whispered to her husband and started to lean back into a bridge position. I pulled my feet from the water and repositioned onto my knees, then grasped her hips, pulled her bikini aside with the head of my cock, and slid back inside her.

The pad gave her support vertically, but each of my thrusts was pushing her away from the edge of the pool. Alejandro noticed and moved to hold the pad in place, stealing an upside-down kiss from his wife as I started to fuck her harder. The position was interesting but not all too pleasurable and extremely exhausting, we quickly changed things up.

I pulled her bikini off and I pushed forward onto the pad. Alejandro let us float freely and went to get another beer as my hungry mouth sought his wife’s clit. My lips sealed around her, eliciting an intense moan. “Don’t stop until I cum, Papi Melvin.”

Again, I was torn between disobedience and a sincere desire to please her, and I wisely chose the latter. I lifted her legs straight up in the air and moved my shoulders beneath them. My feet dangled in the water as I pleased her. I dragged it out, bringing her close again and again but not wanting to finish her too soon. Eventually, when she had finally stopped expecting me to, I sealed over her clit, my tongue teasing it, and two fingers massaging her from the inside.

13

The scream of pleasure that echoed through the darkness bounced off the fence and back at us. She caught her breath while I moved one leg aside and the other stayed up. I’d later learn that this is called the praying mantis position, but in that moment I couldn’t have cared less.

I wrapped one hand around her thigh, the other fondled and grasped at her left breast. She made eye contact; her brown eyes fixed on mine and her indigo lips parted slightly, allowing her lower lip to be pinched between her teeth.

“Let it out for me, Papi Melvin. I want to hear it, don’t hold back.” Her begging was too much for me. I felt pressure build, I held it back as long as I could, gritting my teeth clenching her in my hands. It started as a deep rumble and came out of me in a bellow. The dark night echoed my pleasure back to me as I brought myself to the moment.

I pulled out, and Paula quickly reached down and pulled me close, milking my cock as it erupted. My bellow became a roar, as I finally released the pressure. It was a complete surprise to us both when the first shot hit her on the cheek and neck. The next few left long glistening trails across her belly and her tits, each one making her twitch and her wicked grin to grow.

Paula looked down at herself, breathlessly playing with my worshipful mess, rubbing it gently into her skin with her fingertips. Her chest rose and fell as she blocked it from sliding down her curves onto the pad. “Qué fuerte, Papi Melvin.” She cooed to me in Spanish, momentarily unable to speak anything but her native tongue.

Alejandro tapped my thigh. “It is time for me to reclaim my wife.”

I carefully moved down from the pad as the older man made his way up onto it. Paula reached down between his legs. I expected to see her stroke him to arousal, but instead she adjusted something. I noticed the harness he was wearing as she moved his sheath into position, comfortable and confident, the way she had done a thousand times before.

She let out another quivering moan, and I watched as her husband licked her clean, and thrust into her gently, and lovingly. It was a beautiful sight; two lovers lost in each other’s eyes until Paula let out another pleased shriek and collapsed onto her back.

Alejandro and I pushed her pad over to the stairs and the three of us moved to the patio chairs. Paula handed us all a towel, and we dried off together. I pulled up my new pair of pants and underwear, then folded my old clothes and set them aside.

14

“I absolutely will never forget this night.” I said to her, leaning back and taking a deep breath.

Paula chuckled, “Good, neither will we.”

“Maybe I’ll write about it someday.” I added, testing the waters.

Paula leaned back in her chair, still naked. “You need to wait until you meet the one, your true muse.”

“What if I never do?” It wasn’t a question born of insecurity; it was genuine curiosity.

Paula smiled. “You will, and when you do, I want to know. And when you two author our story, I want you to send it to me so that I can recreate everything the way you remember, and I can feel this night all over again.”

Alejandro took a seat next to her and leaned against Paula’s arm. “I should be getting to bed soon. I have work in the morning. Te amo. Buenos noches, mi amigo.”

Paula stroked her husband’s face. “Go and rest mi amor. I’ll see Melvin out.”

“Good night, thank you for everything.” I told my new friend.

I stood, and Paula escorted me out. I followed the naked woman out into the darkness and to my vehicle. She kissed me goodbye and we exchanged numbers before I pulled out of the driveway and headed back to my hotel.

On my lunch date the following day, my friend asked me about my evening, and I told her every detail. She was intrigued but admitted she was a little jealous. We ended the date and had a quicky in my vehicle. We went our separate ways after that but stayed friends to this day.

Paula would meet me at my hotel every night until I returned home. Our long talks would be punctuated by playful naked moments. At the end of each meeting, Paula went home to Alejandro.

After a few weeks it was finally time for me to move on and head back to my home. I met the couple for dinner on my last night in town and we went back to their place again. Paula brought me to the bedroom this time to have her way with me and Alejandro stayed on the couch watching a game.

As we finished, she rolled over and snuggled up next to me. “You’re going to meet your muse soon. I know it.”

I was skeptical. “We’ll see.”

15

“You will.” She was serious. “She’ll have fire behind her eyes. She’s a woman who loves to laugh, and share.”

I played along “But how is the titty situation?”

Paula giggled, “They’re big and she loves when you grope them in public.”

I snickered, “She sounds like a fantasy.”

Paula sat up and looked down at me. “She’s the woman of your dreams.”

I didn’t answer, I met her gaze and waited for her to speak again.

Paula pulled me close, “You won’t forget about me, will you?” Her legs draped over mine and squeezed. “Promise me you’ll think of me sometimes.” Her voice came out as a murmur.

“I will never forget this.” I was confident in my answer and hoped she noticed.

Her eyes left mine briefly and flicked back this time unguarded and vulnerable. “Good. I don’t want to be  just a fun memory that you leave behind.”

I slept there, having already packed my vehicle for the drive home. I left in the morning, stopping after about 8 hours to rest and check my phone. I changed my location on the apps to where I was headed and swiped through some potential dates.

Within a few hours I had half a dozen matches. One of them stood out from the crowd. A tall blonde woman with a gorgeous smile and an inviting demeanor. There was something about her that captivated me and I spent the remaining hours driving pondering if she could be the one Paula had talked about.