In A Lifetime:
Twice
It’s just for some reason whenever I'm at a wedding, I always imagine that all the people there are secretly having sex with each other.
Joey sighed. She was talking to herself again and everything felt like it was a huge conspiracy, as if the whole world was against her. She was feeling frustrated. Weddings always made Joey feel frustrated. Maybe it was because she was 29 years old going on thirty with no feasible prospect of a husband in sight. Sure, there was the cow-eyed suitor Dawson Leery with his too big forehead and his clumsy, fumbling amorous advances and proclamations of ‘soulmates’. Needless to say, Joey Potter was not about to become Mrs Dawson Leery any time soon.
What was worse about weddings was the romantic sensuality that seemed to always fill the atmosphere, frankly and quite bluntly, it made Joey horny. Although not horny enough to want to jump the sleazy groomsmen that always were looking for a cheap thrill. Even now Joey could see the best man ‘dishonoring’ the maid of honor, behind the potted plants at the back of the room. Meanwhile Mr and Mrs McPhee (Andie’s parents) were rediscovering passion and Mr Krudski (Will’s father) was becoming intimately acquainted with one of Andie’s college friends. There were even young children around the age of seven playing ‘kissy’ under the tables, near the ice statues.
She sighed a little and figuring that no one would sorely miss her or mind her absence, Joey slipped out of the huge hall where the reception was being held and disappeared into the luscious gardens.
Exploring the gardens Joey wandered aimlessly until she came across a large, fountain. The area was secluded and cut off with tall hedges surrounding the fountain and Joey. There was only one exit and entrance, a small opening between the hedges, which Joey had slipped through. Staring at the fountain, Joey found herself fascinated by the intricate and delicate design.
“The girl from the train.”
Startled Joey turned around to see… “Witter?”
“I tend to use Pacey more, seeing that it is my first name however you can call me Witter if you like.” The man replied.
Joey stood unable to form a sentence but instead staring agape at the man before her.
“Did anyone tell you that you look really cute with your mouth open?” Witter or rather Pacey commented.
Joey quickly closed her mouth.
“Oh no. Don’t do that.” Pacey protested. “If you close your mouth then I won’t get to do this.”
Pacey’s lips descended onto Joey’s, his tongue probing her mouth seeking entrance. Joey opened her mouth willingly so that Pacey’s tongue slipped in and soon their tongues were dueling. They broke away gasping be for air.
“I..uh…” Joey was lost for words.
“You’re incredibly beautiful, you know that?” Pacey asked as his hands played with Joey’s hair.
Joey blushed under the gaze of his intent stare.
“Do you know that you’ve been this amazing, gorgeous, beautiful sprite that has haunted my dreams? I see you at night, this nameless woman, naked and bathed by the dim lights that I can only see you as a shadow. But I know it is you. And you’re there teasing me, tantalizing me, taunting me.” Pacey whispered as his finger trailed down Joey’s collarbone.
Joey shivered a little at Pacey’s touch and watched fascinated as his finger dipped deeper and deeper into the valley between her breasts. Her breathing grew harsh and erratic. Pacey’s left hand moved behind to Joey’s back so he could caress the expanse of silky smooth skin.
“A figment of my imagination. My alluring nymph.” Pacey continued. “Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”
Wordlessly Joey shook her head.
Pacey smiled. “Aren’t you even a little curious as how it would feel? Lounging in the cooling water while being massaged by the gentle waves of the water…”
Joey’s dress was unzipped and falling to the ground.
“You’re so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. The girl from the train. My nameless nymph. Haunting my dreams. Who are you?”
Joey’s bra fell to the ground, her panties quickly following.
He carried her in his arms and carefully placed Joey in the fountain.
The fountain was deep with water reaching up to Joey’s waist. As she knelt down Joey could feel the water lapping at her breasts; tilting her head Joey felt the water, from the top of the fountain, rush down on her face.
Pacey watched awestruck as Joey frolicked in the water. He was captured by the way the water rippled as she moved and the way the water cascaded down with droplets clinging to her curves.
“Who are you?” he whispered again.
Wordlessly Joey slid his jacket off, removed his bow tie and carefully unbuttoned his shirt. Pacey’s garments fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. She kissed his stomach, her tongue swirling across hardened muscles. Her hand fidgeted with his zipper, pulling it down then up then down again. Pacey’s trousers fell to his ankles and silently, his eyes locked with Joey’s, he stepped out of his pants and removed his boxers.
Entering the fountain, Pacey crouched down low and pulled Joey towards him feeling the cool wetness of water and her body pressed against his. They kissed and they dueled. They splashed water at one another.
All they could hear was their own laughter, the splash of water and the sounds of nature.
Pacey Witter always made her feel like this. This stranger, a man Joey Potter had only met twice in her life, could make her feel so alive. He knew her so intimately, knew how to evoke passions and desires that normally remained dormant and suppressed within Joey. She opened her legs wide and welcome him inside of her, welcomed him into her life once more.
Their bodies gently rocked, they twisted and turned, rolling around in the water. A rush of water splashed over their heads as they moved under the top of the fountain. Joey’s legs were wrapped around Pacey’s, he held her by the hips and thrust deeper inside. Her back arched as she cried out and Joey was liquid; her body filled with the fluidity of pleasure and passion. They dove under the water and she could feel the coldness of water before the warmth of Pacey; a repetitive cycle of temperatures, cold then warm then cold then warm again.
The sky was so blue, the water so clear, the hedges so green. On a day like today Josephine Lillian Potter could see forever. They both could.
The cries of birds as they flew by was all that Joey could hear, thundering in her head as she cried along with them; animalistic.
Pacey shook and shuddered as he emptied himself, and filled himself at the same time.
The water continued to lap around them. Heavenly water.
“Who are you?” Pacey whispered once more to the girl who had haunted his dreams.
“Who are you?” he whispered again to the water nymph that lay sated in his arms.
He kissed her forehead reverently then kissed her lips fervently.
“Were you here for the wedding?” Joey asked instead.
“Yes.”
“It was a beautiful wedding.”
“It was.” Pacey agreed. “I’d like to get married some day.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
They got caught up in an intense gaze, caught up in each other and the words.
“I do.” Joey replied.
Pacey stroked her wet hair and noticing that she was shivering from cold, carried her out of the fountain. They sat on his jacket, still naked, allowing the sun to shine down upon them. It was a warm day of May.
They talked and they kissed and they made love at the foot of the fountain.
“Will you still haunt me in my dreams after today?” Pacey asked.
“Like the way you haunt me?” Joey questioned in return.
“I still don’t know who you are.” Pacey reminded Joey.
“Yes you do.” Joey disputed.
Pacey nodded. He did know who she was, even if he didn’t know her name.
The sun had dried the water away, their bodies no longer slick from droplets of water that clung to their skin. The sun had moved in the sky. It was late afternoon. They had been together for hours upon hours.
“Jo-oo-ey.” Two voices cried from behind the hedges.
It was Jennifer Lindley and Dawson Leery, two friends of Joey’s.
Startled she quickly got up and got dressed.
“I have to go.” Joey told Pacey.
“Is your name Joey?” Pacey asked, somewhat desperately.
She was already dressed and ready to slip through the hedges and towards her friends.
She turned around and smiled at the naked man, whose body glowed in the late afternoon sun. “Joey. Joey Potter. Josephine Lillian Potter to be exact. It was nice to meet you again, Pacey Witter.”
He watched as she slipped through the hedges, heard her greet her friends, heard the footsteps fade away.
“At least I know her name now.” Pacey told himself. “And if it happened twice it can happen again. Maybe it can happen forever. Maybe forever.”
He smiled and got dressed leaving the fountain with its intricate pattern and the tall green hedges that surrounded it.