A Day Too Many

The coconut water swirling in the coconut cocoon is slowly making you nuts. You should’ve been in the office. Within the cool, crisp, and fragrant air of your office. Instead, your boss unsolicitedly gave you a ticket to fly overseas, be a company–the one normally lapping his feet was sick, apparently. So, here you are, in the middle of a beach club, sweaty, sticky, surrounded by booze and all those unpleasant smells of sunburnt people, with your boss nowhere to be found.

Oh fuck it. I’m resigning after this.

Your thought gets ahead, as is your body as you place the coconut back onto the table and walk outside. Hah. It’s fucking hot outside.

You’re sweating out of your cheeks. The satin shirt is already the lightest material you have, not to mention white in color, and it still doesn’t help. The weather in tropical countries sure is insane. Your head feels even lighter outside, along with a ragged breath. It’s gradually getting harder and harder to breathe. The loud wave noises from the sea, and the obnoxious music from the club behind, are the fucking cherries on top. Just when you think you’re gonna abandon ship, a smooth voice drapes you over the ear.

“Hey!”

You stop right in the middle of your track, turning your head towards the source of that silky call.

“You! Yah! Guy with white shirt! Can you help me?”

It’s an angel dressed in beauty, strawberry, after all the fuckery, this must be my destiny!

Wait, what the fuck are you thinking? You quickly–subtly–shake your head. Without any more dilly dallying you go over to her. “Yeah?”

“Can you help me set up the tent? My…friend…is supposed to come over, but something happened and now I’m left here all by myself. So, needed some help, would you?”

There’s a suspiciously long pause at the word ‘friend’, but you brush it off. None of it matters in the face of this beauty. A nod later the tent is already standing proud. Was that not too easy?

“Oh, yeah, I’m Sui by the way,” she smiles, her hand raised and waiting for your shake.

You firmly shake it and tell her your name, it somehow brings a smile to your face as well. Smiles are infectious after all, this is news for you.

“So, are you free by chance?” the words blurt out from your mouth. Shameless and uncouth.

To your surprise, she laughs at it. She laughs at it for a while, makes you wonder how one can laugh all they want without barely inconveniencing yourself. “Ah, sorry. I just, we just did all this and you still asked. Yes I am!”

You scratch the back of your head in response, feeling the blood pools beneath your eyes too. You try to escape the humiliation, looking to the side. Oh look, the sand is made out of sand.

She laughs again, a bit harder this time as her body leans forward. “You’re funny!”

But you don’t even say anything?

“Ah, come here!” she sits under the tent, above the mat, tapping the place just to her side.

Like a moth to a flame, you do everything she commands.

“You’re like a robot, you know, relax. It’s a beach! Enjoy it~”

You nod. She might have a point. You’re hugging your knees, but she doesn’t know one thing. You’re purposely stiffening your whole body because of this massive bon-

“You’re hiding your erection right? Don’t worry, it’s really not a problem! I understand that it’s a natural reaction. Besides,” she gives you a look. A smug, teasing, all-knowing look. “I’m that hot, huh?”

Immediate explosion from your side. Your laugh, broke. Your defense, floored. Your dignity, crumbled. So you straighten your legs and lean back on your arm. There’s another tent under the tent.

Sui is staying true to her words, thankfully. She really doesn’t give a flying fuck. She hums, a melody, a song you could’ve swore you’ve heard before.

“What is that?” you ask. It’s the first time you’re relaxed.

“What is what?”

“The song you’re humming.”

“Oh, it’s the Flight of the Bumble bee.”

“Ah, right. That’s why it feels familiar,” you say, rubbing your chin. Your dick nods in agreement.

“Familiar? You play instruments?” she sounds intrigued. Still looks as nonchalant as ever though.

“Uhum, I play the cello.”

She catapults herself forward, resting on her raised knees with her body facing yours. Her eyes are looking at you like she’s witnessing The Odyssey in IMAX. “Whoa, that’s awesome, so you’re here doing some opera music?”

It’s your turn to laugh now, although merely a giggle. “No. I'm actually forced to be here. Boss’s order. Some important meetings and all that. Couldn’t give two shits, and it was over yesterday. So now I’m just aimlessly wandering.”

She nods. You look at her face briefly. Her lips are the biblically accurate forbidden fruit.

“Uhm, anyway, what about you?” your effort to look away is just as good as your effort to steer the conversation. Unsuccessful.

“Oh, I sing,” she smiles. She’s seriously adorable.

“Figures.”

“What do you mean?” she shoots a glare as her eyebrows furrow, but her lips are still gently curved.

“Uh, uhmm,” you sit upwards. “Cuz you have an amazing voice, of course!”

“Hmm, thanks-”

“And a smoking hot face and body.”

“...”

“...”

Awkward silence. None of you speak about anything. Not after your stupid remark. Not with the fact that she’s looking intently right at you before you said it. Not with the fact that there’s a slowly rising smile on her face that you fail to realize. The silence is suffocating. With the exception of your raging boner, of course.

“You accidentally spoke your hearts out didn’t you?”

You slowly, silently, still awkwardly, nod.

“Well, I mean, why are you being shy anyway, your dick has been honest from the very start,” she points at it with her chin.

Then, in a surprising turn of event, her left hand is landing right on top of your little guy. You yelp in surprise. It’s not just the gesture itself that is a complete shock, it is also the way she’s treating your manhood with such gentleness and love that makes you feel like she’s known it for years. This girl is pretty, and fucking dangerous.

“H-hey-”