Sea Nympho (Underwater Neighbours)

7. In Which Her Patience Pays Off

“Which course would be best?”

We are sitting on my bed, in my beach house, looking up online courses.

“What do you want to learn about?” I ask him.

“Art,” he says. “I have always loved art, and some of the human art fascinates me.”

“Huh.” I haven’t figures out just how we are gonna forge his documents yet. It’s a small island, but there must be at least one person who can do it, right? I know that some of the hulders go to school, most of them might not forge them; they might just be registered.

But at least one of them must forge their documents, right?

“What you thinking about?” he asks. I look at him, and his eyes are peering into my soul, as we sit on my bed.

I swallow.

“I just... don’t know how we’re gonna forge these documents.” I don’t know much about forgery. But goddammit, we are a merman and a siren. We must be able to do this.

He looks at me sympathetically.

“If it’s too much trouble—”

“If we’re gonna live up here for an extended period of time, we must be able to forge documents. We just... don’t know where to look yet. Additionally, you don’t need any documents to do these courses, you just need them to get formal certification, to do standard exams, enroll in university, and to get the prerequisites for university. Stuff like that.”

I don’t have to forge anything for myself yet, because of how my mother helped me. How ironic is it that the very thing she helped me with, that everyone thought was useless, might be the very thing that helps save her?

Very.

I planned on possibly getting a degree, but not under circumstances like this. I thought that my mother would hold my hand as I did it.

But instead, I am living on land with a merman who I originally just wanted to f**k, but now, I realise that we haven’t had s*x. And he’s still here, he’s just been around.

“You’ve been patient,” he comments.

“Hmm?” I question, looking up from my laptop screen.

“You have been patient, mi amor,” he says, grasping my chin with his hand. His touch feels as if it sets my skin aflame, sends blood rushing to all the right places.

“Yeah,” I tell him. “I like having you around,” I admit. And that is the truth; perhaps it is good that he made me wait.

I feel the sudden shift between us, the s****l tension in the air. But I am not about to complain; I want this. I have wanted this since the moment that I first saw him.

He kisses me deeply, and I grab his head, threading my fingers through his hair, kissing back. We are both already naked, having taken our swimwear off after getting in, and drying ourselves off. Because of our nature, we are comfortable being naked. Groaning, he grabs my waist. I feel him hardening against my tummy. This is so abrupt, but at the same time, it has been a long time coming.

No pun intended.

Well, for me; I usually don’t wait like this for s*x.

But now, I cannot deny that I want him as more than someone to f**k.

He thrusts his hips forward, against me. He breaks the kiss. “Lie on your back,” he instructs. I do as he says, but I get a glimpse of his d**k before I do. It is beautiful. I lay on my back, legs spread, waiting on him to do something. He looks at my p***y, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s ever seen one up close in this form before.

Then I remember that mermaids and sirens can’t procreate if the act happens while they are in human form, so he has probably only had s*x like this.

He lowers his head to my p***y, and gives it a long, slow lick, which causes me to arch my back, a song-like moan being drawn from my lips. It has never felt like this; when he sucks, twirling his tongue on my c**t, it feels as if my p***y is gonna explode, as if my c**t is going to combust all over his face. He groans, before sticking a finger into my p***y, while he licks on my c**t. My singing gets louder and louder, and it’s a song that I have never heard before. He has me coming in no time, singing so loudly that people on the beach probably think that an acapella concert is going on in here. After he is done, I am more than ready to return the favour, to take him in my mouth, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he positions himself so that he is hovering above me.

“You’re so f*****g beautiful,” he tells me, before pushing into me.

“f**k!” I scream, but it still comes out sounding melodic.

“Dios,” he groans, before pulling back and thrusting in again. He pins my hands above my head, and f***s me slowly, with finesse that I have never experienced before. He gradually speeds up, until he is at a moderate pace. Then he keeps it there, but every time I get close, he slows down.

“Please don’t slow down,” I beg him.

“If I let you come, I won’t be able to stop myself from coming, too,” he tells me.

“Then do it,” I say. “Come inside me, Tony.”

He continues, and this time, he doesn’t slow down. I come first, screaming his name in a melodic minor key, before he grunts, coming inside me. We lay there, tangled in each other for a while, and I smile to myself.

Tony, the s*x God, who is also amazing outside of s*x.

Yeah. He was definitely worth the wait.

*

“I don’t really understand this, mi amor.”

I decided to take him phone shopping. He needs to be able to communicate with me outside of the water.

“This will allow you to talk to me, even when I am not there,” I tell him. I realise that technology kind of confuses him. I get that; it can be quite shocking to anyone who is not used to it. I remember that the first time I watched a movie with her, Gwen tried talking to the people on the screen. I point to one of the phones on display. “These are good,” I tell him.

He looks at the label above it. “iPhone... why is the “i” a common letter? Isn’t it supposed to be capitalised in titles and brands?”

“They just do it that way,” I tell him, before gesturing one of the salespersons over to us. “We’ll take this one,” I say to him. I look at it, at the date on it.

August 9th, 2015.

I sigh. The new semester starts in a few weeks. I really want Tony to be at school with me, but without any secondary education, that’s impossible.

“You okay?” he asks me. I nod.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” We will be fine. What’s important is that I am going to be able to help my mother. Every other concern is secondary.