Swimming pool

Mary Fisher knew it was time to get out of bed, but remained in a state of dysania. She remained in a puckered bed sheet, with extra minutes spent, while reminiscing over past grief. Despite it being over a year since their separation, it had not been easy getting Drew out of her mind. Their hopes had always been fixed on spending the rest of their lives as a couple. That had been their vision. To grow old and raise kids together. "We'll name him Lou if a boy, and Grace if a girl." She said, while they lay naked under his duvet. "What if they were triplets? You'd better keep all their names handy." Drew teased. "I got perfect names waiting already. Like Eliana, Elaine, Melanie, David, Noah, you name" "No! You name it." They both laughed, Drew tickling her. "You are going to be a good daddy and I'm going to be a good mummy. Together we a going to be a perfect couple, with the most adorable kids." Those were her exact words, or his even, when their hopes were high on getting married to each other. They had been so in love even more evidently in foreshadowing possible names for their future kids. Not like they expected any at the time, but they had their minds on future possibilities. Their love story had begun at a freshman's party organised by a group of Melbourne University freshmen. Drew was among the organisers of the freshers' night out party, as it was the deportment of students who assumed membership of confraternities and the exclusivity of parties like this. They had planned a debut party, handing out invitations to vibrant freshmen who wished to attend their party for a fee of only $2. Girls were allowed to attend for free. The idea was to bolster the attendance of college dudes, exclusively freshmen. Those moments stayed fresh in her memory, and she could remember how Herself and Maya had had their first fun ever in college. "Fine, I will come along. It is never because I am antisocial, as you want to put it." Mary replied to Maya after much persuasion to come with her to a freshman party organised by the Backstreet Boys. " What else, pretty girl, you scared of getting your ass squeezed?" Maya said. " Shut up!" " Or wait, I know!!" Maya said enthusiastically," You are scared of getting pregnant." She concluded with a knowing mischievous laughter that made Mary chase her round the room with a pillow. Mary was a reserved type but her friend was a curt opposite, full of vibrant energy that made their friends as well as acquaintances wonder if she did cocaine in secret. They had nicknamed her Maya Coco and she had borne the cognomen like it was part of her legal first name. Loud musical kicks filled the thumping hearts, even escaping through an unknown exit, and filling the space that ushered into the entrance of the bungalow. On the porch stood young couples, mingling in interactions that only they but no one else could decode. " Here we are." Maya grinned, turning her face to Mary. "You are so crazy! Now what?" Mary asked her friend, trying to mask her anxiety " Let's go shake our asses." She spanked Mary's ass before jetting forward to prevent her from retaliating. The song had been like a welcome tune for Mary and Maya. *YOU AIN'T GETTING ANY YOUNGER* The kick from the song by Seinabo, pounded the speaker with no remorse. It mingled with swing dance moves of hips and feet that livened the room with bright smiles and wild drinking. The smell of cannabis had ruled the air, side by side with the serotonin music that made fresh men feel liberated from the bondage of parental chaperoning. One could vow that there were scarce garments in America, judging by the sparse clothes worn by the ladies. It was evidently the right place for this sort of seductive outfits; packs of condoms set in a seagrass basket, accessible to any couple whose blood grew hotter for a sinful permeation. Mary's eyes fell on a wiry-looking guy who danced with his trousers hanging as a pendulum beneath his waist and revealing an orange coloured underpant that had the word BIZARRE printed on the buttocks area. There was spontaneous dancing in circles, and Mary could tell that most of them were loaded from alcohol. Maya had gone to join the group of alcoholics who danced like riotous millipedes. She was gone from Mary for less than sixty seconds when a guy approached the latter. He was handsome and his eyes sparkled as he greeted Mary with a smile. "My name is Drew Johnson, Law student... freshman?" He uttered to her with a smile that parted his cheeks. "Yes, fresh man. My name is Mary Fisher, Psychology Department." She replied with a sort of joviality that signified acceptance Her eyes glanced at his physique with a certain sensual hunger "You look gorgeous." The young man said, his manners bearing a semblance to his voice, which was both soothing and gentle. "Thank you." Mary replied with courteous deportment, mixed with her coy smile that offered him the clue that she could possibly be interested in him. He had offered her the glass of wine borne in his right hand. " You want to dance? " Drew asked her. " Sure!" They moved to the middle room where the others partied, joining with sensual moves as he held her lightly. They had returned to their sitting position "Hellooooo." Maya waved in, mid convo, at the hour when their exchanged glances made Mary feel like there had been a camp of colourful butterflies in her stomach. "Drew, meet Maya, Maya, this is Drew." Mary introduced. "Boy, you are fine! You and my friend are going to be a perfect match!" Maya said loudly as if she were talking to people with hearing deficiencies. "You are so loaded right now, Maya, do you realise that?" Mary asked her friend. "No, not that. I have only had a few drinks and nothing more. I just feel like I am on top of the world!" Maya screamed. An extremely effervescent Mary hugged her concerned friend, then, taking notice of her friend's companion, began chatting with him. "It's a really nice party." She said "Ooo, thanks. We put it together for everyone new to Melbourne, especially us." He informed. " I see. Also noticed that there are some old boys around too." "That's true. They are the custodians of Melbourne life, you know." He said, meanwhile Mary observed him while he spoke. They ascertained a free spirit hilarity in their communion which lasted till he drove them home. Concomitantly, Drew and Mary, by Cupid's love arrow, had grown most fond of each other. Sadly, their love story had ended absurdly two months after her twenty-fifth birthday. They had gone for a blood test and had found out that their blood group was at risk of having unhealthy babies if they got married. The diagnosis had become depressing for both of them. They had always dreamed of giving birth to healthy children. It fast became their shared discernment that if they remained together, they could birth children easily prone to illness. "No-no-no-no." She had cried bitterly at the discovery, wishing the doctor who conducted the test would retract this medical epiphany that came worse than a blow to the chest, but the doctor looked sure, as he further dilated the medical jargon on the test script. On his table rested a stethoscope, and an archaic thermometer. "This would lead to serious health issues for your children, and it is not advisable for either of you." The silvery-headed medical practitioner explained to them the catch-22 of the eventualities of starting a family together. During that period, Drew had done all he could to console her. To him, it was the harshest reality he had faced in a while. He had appeared strong in front of her, but cried his heart out when he found himself alone. "I will never leave you..." Mary continued her lugubrious utterances. "...my family is going to be your family and yours would be mine too." Mary's inclinations failed to make sense to her; therefore, she had hoped to cry herself to death. "It's okay Mary, it's not the end of the world. I'm here for you." He consoled. Although, this had happened a year ago, thinking of the proposal from her boss fills her with anxiety. She was still very much in love with Drew, therefore, she wished she had never had to consider his proposal. Not his, not anyone else's, but Drew's. If they had known, they would not have even bothered to check the damn thing. Mary Fisher meditated as she struggled out of bed, with hazy eyes on her face. Her nightwear clung to her body, transparent enough to reveal her naked body. Her Dame Aloe-lube stood on the bedside drawer, next to the phallus she had used in surfing her wet vulva. Last night's Hitchhike was a moment that ended in an intense climax. Images of the thirty-five-year-old Drew flooded her mind. He had a well-modelled look, like those kinds of men who appeared not only on Vogue's magazines, but on sports channels, with strong abs and waists that swung mystically to the rhythms of her desire. "Ooooo!–oooo!–oooo!" She moaned while sending herself into climax. Her music filled the air, with tunes of satisfactory feedback from her back-and-forth thrust. A sensation that brought restlessness to her feet. Her fingers took turns gliding through her mushy temple and soaking her Reebok underwear, which she had shifted south. "I feel so good." She gasped softly at the pornographic video that served her purpose, and speaking to Drew in a muttered apostrophe. Reaching subtly for the peak, her ecstatic whispers could only be caught by her pillow. Spinning gently her c******s, her thumbs took turns in penetrating her vestibule. Her p***y gave out wet sounds like thick mixtures, while her lusty fingers went in and out of her. After she was done giving herself pleasure, she fell asleep immediately. Even though she was capable of making herself reach such heights, she wished he were here to do it for her; grab her ass and explore her desires In the city of Florida, it was usually a frivulent task manoeuvring the clustered streets that led to the train station. One had to revisit the toils of breaching bodies. As she walked to the train, her headset pulsed with music, blocking out the city's din. Morning sunlight illuminated her determined face, while her inner self moved in sync with the beat. The familiar commute ritual transitioned her from quiet morning to bustling workday. Ever since Drew moved out, having neither a personal vehicle nor someone to ride her to work was a particularly daunting routine. These days, Drew barely calls. Only on rare occasions, which were usually succinct. DRUGS & GUNS. She stopped at the store to purchase MDMA, a synthetic amphetamine, which had become her anchor since her depression. In its interior stood glass shelves that held in display classical firearms, each musket bringing her to a state of nostalgia as she remembers her father's rifle, which had a history of battle on the western front. " I got the good stuff too." Bilirubin the shop attendant revealed. "Which is indica and which is sativa?" Mary quizzed. The young fellow peddled the merchandise secretly. Mary's hunger acquainted her with Bilirubin and his under-the-counter illicit prescriptions. "Not a weed fan." She declined. Standing under the structure's lee a while, she observed a teenage puppeteer who showcased his creativity to commuters who were, by all indications, caught up by his routine display. They tossed their dimes and quarters into the bowl he had propped a few yards away from his movable. It clearly served its purpose, Mary thought, as she cast in her own token of a dollar bill into the bowl gorged with dollar notes. Anyone who watched the manipulation of the puppet was moved by its musical accompaniment and convinced of how humans were like puppets in the hands of the puppeteer. Everything, including her relationship, was not hers to protect. The universe is more responsible for the event of its occupants than it is for theirs Coursing 10th street signpost, Mary walked a few miles again before finally reaching the train station. She was bound for St. Petersburg, the city where she worked as a front desk clerk for a Real Estate firm. All the while, she sat in proximity with a little girl who clung calmly to her most civil, posh terrier. A few paces in front of her, a young couple held closely to themself. They stole kisses now and then, not quite caring about the judgmental eyes that flashed at them. Mary's grief felt triggered as their public display of affection reminded her that she once had something similar. Thoughts of her absolved relationship terrified her guts. Wait! Is that Duke Dumont's OCEAN DRIVE?! The song filled the interior of the train as an ocean opened up in her heart. She tried to remain indifferent to the impact of the song, but the musical symphony favoured her emotions the more, calling streams to her eyelid.