JOURNAL-001: "WAITING FOR MARCELLA" - Sex Stories

JOURNAL-001: "WAITING FOR MARCELLA"

... her in my arms, I felt at peace again. She would be able to live off of the items in her suitcase for a few days, but would eventually have to get her belongings from her ex-boyfriend's house. We decided to postpone that drama for a few days and just head back to my small garage apartment. I told her that I had already ended things with Amanda, but that she still lived next door to me. I couldn't tell if Belinda was relieved or indifferent. Either way, we were soon home and my high school sweet-heart was mine once again. We spent most of that afternoon and evening making love, all the while talking about how excited we were for Marcella to get her divorce and join us. One of the first things we would have to do was find a bigger place. My garage apartment was a tight fit for the two of us. It would be way too small to accommodate three people. I awoke the next morning before the sun was out. A cool chill had blown through my bedroom. I saw that the door to the small patio overlooking the courtyard was open. The clock on the nightstand read 5:45am. I rose from the bed completely naked and walked over to the open door. The patio was wrapped waste high in lattice work to keep prying eyes at bay. Belinda sat naked in a wrought iron chair and took a pull from her cigarette. Her dark brown hair hung in random curls. Her thin body was tan, save for the areas that her bikini would usually cover. I smiled down at her. "Your boobs look like they glow in the dark." "Hardy-har-har." she ...

... smiled as she handed me the cigarette. "I have to quit smoking again." "Yeah." I trailed off as I took a slow drag. "Me too." She looked down at her pale breasts. "We should look for a house with high fences in the back yard." "Yeah?" I asked, handing the butt back to her. "Yeah. I could finally get rid of my tan lines." she said, distantly. And then, "I already miss Marci." "Me too." I whispered. "I wonder how long this shit's gonna take?" Belinda pondered aloud. She looked up at the stars and handed the cigarette back to me. "What are we gonna do today?" she asked. "Anything you want." I smiled. She glanced back downward at her stark tan lines and then looked up at me with her trademark devilish grin and mischievous eyes. "Wanna go to the beach?" THE BEACH I had no idea what she had really meant when she had suggested that we go to the beach. There was a beach not too far away that was part of a nature preserve. There were no hotels or bars. No stores. Just the beach. I had been to the park before, but never the part Belinda was leading me to. It was around 11am and the sun was out and blazing. We had been walking along a dirt trail that wound through thick brush for about twenty minutes and I was struggling with the weight of my back pack which I was using to carry my beach towel and a full gallon of water. I swatted a mosquito on my shoulder. "How much further?" I asked. "Not too much." Belinda answered. We were going to a secret beach. She told me that she had been taken ...