The Ocean Prince (Completed)

Chapter Eleven

The next morning I woke up with a backache and with itch all over my body.  The first thing I did was to stretch.  I grabbed a bottle of water, drank from it, and then climbed off the boat as carefully as I could.  My head felt a lot better though, although I didn't know how good or bad it really was.  I walked towards the seashore and felt the water on my feet with each pace.  It felt delicious and refreshing.  That’s exactly what I needed on my skin.  I decided to stop for a moment, sit down cross-legged and allow the waves to brush my toes, feet and legs.  I laughed as the water splashed on me.  I looked around to see if there was anybody.  I didn’t see Nicholas, well Nick, I guess that’s what I should call him since that’s how he likes to be called.  Anyway, I looked back and forth, sideways twice, just to be sure and I didn’t see anyone, so I took off my shirt, my panties and my bra.  I tossed the clothes a bit far, but not so far that they’d be out of reach.  I just made sure that the clothes wouldn’t move away with the waves of the water. Slowly, I paced into the water, but I didn’t go deep for two reasons.  One I didn’t know how to swim and I knew this sounded strange because my father was a fisherman, but because of what happened to my mother he had never taken me to sea or the beach, so I never learned how to swim and although I did go once or twice with my friends, we usually just wet ourselves in the water and that’s it, they too didn’t know how to swim.  The other reason why I didn’t want to go deep was because I was now afraid of the water and could you really blame me with everything that happened?

Anyway, despite the fears and problems with the ocean my naked body was really enjoying the liquid matter.  It was refreshing from both the sun and the mosquito bites.  I moved my arms slowly and enjoyed the effect the water had on them.  I was relieved from the mosquito bites.  

"Ah," I said as I was in the water.  I wasn't so deep into it, so I could sit on the sand and I did.  However, I felt someone grabbing my foot.  I yelled, but I was dragged into the water and pulled so my scream wasn't as efficient as it would have been out in the water.  Bubbles rushed out of my open mouth and then I was jerked upwards.  

"Hey!" Nick said.  I heaved hard and then coughed out water.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked him annoyed.

"Playing," he said.

"Playing?" I asked confused.  Then, I remembered how naked I was and covered my breasts with one arm and the girl downstairs with my other hand.  I knew I wasn't covering my breasts completely because they were big, so maybe part of a n****e was out, but there was nothing much I could do about that. 

"I didn't see you in the water.  I didn't see you anywhere," I complained.

"I'm a good swimmer," he replied.  Then his deep blue eyes traveled down at my chest and I swallowed some bile.  I took a step back and he paced one step forward.  His breath became heavy and his eyes dilated.  Suddenly he was standing tall, taller than how he had been later on and I stepped away from him, but as I did I noticed that I felt some things too.  My pupils might have dilated also, but I didn't know.  What I did know was that my breathing was becoming heavy.  I felt my blood boil and move in my entire body and my heart was pounding faster.  The girl downstairs was throbbing and my nostrils weren't enough to breathe out of, so my jaw dropped.  I knew this was strange because my breath was supposed to come out of my lungs, but I felt it coming from in between my legs.

"Karina..." he whispered. His whisper had a strong effect on me.  I felt that my knees would almost buckle.  I had to regain my control.  I knew I couldn't look into his blue eyes again. If I did, I would have lost myself.  So, instead, I turned around.  I knew my ass was showing and I was kind of embarrassed by it, but I figured everyone had an ass.  He came closer to me.  I knew because I felt him.  

"Please... don't" I whispered.  I lied.  The truth was I didn't want him to go away.  I wanted him close to me, but I couldn't allow myself to do this.  He fully stopped.  Then he went to my ear.  I could hear and feel his breath on me and the hairs on my back rose.

"Are you sure?" He whispered at me.  Jesus.  I felt an electric pulse just going through my entire body, from my ear all the way to the girl downstairs.  I breathed in heavily and closed my eyes.  Then I felt his hand on my shoulder and jerked away from him.

"I'm sure," I said and then I repeated it again, this time louder.

"I'm sure," I repeated trying to convince myself.  I looked out at the palm trees, the sand, and the hills.

"Why do I feel like you're lying to me?" He said.  I swallowed bile and tried to breathe.

"I should go,"  I said.

"Okay," he replied.  I walked out of the water naked.  I didn't know if he was looking at me or not.  All I knew was that I had to pick up my clothes and put them back on.  As soon as I reached my panties, I wore them back on, and then I wore my black shirt without bras just to leave quickly.  I tilted and turned to the boat where I'd wear my bra.  I tilted my head out of curiosity to see if he had already plunged himself back into the water, but he hadn't.  That whole time, he was watching me.  He watched me as I put on my panties and my shirt.  I felt that he watched me with a longing and with raw desire.  I swallowed more bile feeling scared.  Not scared of him or of his desire, but scared of myself and my own desires.