Fan Fic
Sun, Sea, Seductive Spain
Part 4
© Sophie Simpson
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At about half eleven, Myself, Charlie and mum and dad arrived at the port. We saw the boat we had rented tied up with Mr. Burgis, a friend of my fathers, and walked over.
My dad had a long drawn out conversation with him about his family and ours and current affairs. Me and Charlie climbed aboard the boat and walked to the front, wobbling slightly as it rocked. I got to bow and stood at it, stretching out my arms to the side, Titanic-stylee, and laughed to myself. I felt Charlie stretch his arms around my waist quickly and give me a hug, before my parents climbed aboard and dad started the boat up. He reversed the boat out of its dock and directed it slowly out of the bay. Mr Burgis was helping dad drive the boat and supervising us scuba-diving, and me and Charlie sat on the roof and talked about his band. �So how long have you been in a band?� I asked, closing my eyes to the shining sun and sighing. �Hmmm, about a year now�� he trailed off, thinking. �What�s the name?� �Buster.� �Cool. So is it just you, matt and James then?� �Yep. We�ve just got a record deal from Universal Island Records!� he grinned. �Well done.� I smiled. The boat was skimming along the waves, bobbing up and down, making me feel a little scared I was going to fall off. The bay had been left behind, even though we had only been travelling for about 6 minutes, and there seemed to be nothing out ahead of us but sea. The sun played along the waves and seagulls flew overhead. I realized that they were only above us, and wondered if they thought we were a fishing boat or something, but Mr Burgis interrupted my thoughts as he came outside and handed us the scuba equipment while dad stopped the boat. Charlie and myself stripped down to our swimwear, and Mr Burgis helped us into the backpack like thing we had to wear which carried the oxygen tanks. He strapped a gasmask over my mouth and nose and goggles over my eyes and made sure the pack was tied on securely before handing me flippers and turning to help Charlie, and I stood, feeling a bit silly in this get up. When Charlie was ready Mr Burgis told us to stand with our backs to the water and let ourselves fall back. We did so and fell back, feeling the cold water splash up and rush over our bodies, before surfacing and giving the thumbs up to Mum and dad. �Ready?� I shouted to Charlie. �Yeah!� he shouted back. We submerged and let ourselves sink, descending through the water and looking around curiously. The coral reef stood out from underneath us, and we flattened out into a lying position to stop ourselves falling more. I began to paddle with my feet towards the coral, watching the colourful fish as they swam around and past me, some pecking at my goggles. I reached out and felt the soft coral under my fingers, and ran them along the branches of a bush-like coral. I pushed a hand into a mound of colourful seaweed, and felt something latch onto my finger. Quite worried, I pulled it out � complete with a family of seahorses. They looked so cute I �awww�-ed into my mask and turned round to show Charlie, who managed a smile. He reached forwards and stroked one with a long finger, and it curled its tail round and held on as he held it up to his goggles and looked closely at it. It let go of his finger and approached his goggles, and pecked one as if there was another seahorse there. It occurred to me that it had probably never seen a reflection, and I looked at all the babies it had left behind, swimming around me, playing in my blossoming hair and �kissing� me on the face. A shadow was cast over us and we looked up. A large, graceful Manta Ray was soaring overhead, its little mouth and wings moving. I swam upwards and over the top of it, following its slow and peaceful movements as I �flew� like a bird. It seemed unfazed by me doing this, and I reached down a hand and felt its soft, rubbery back before falling behind and swimming back to Charlie. I looked behind him and pointed at something, and he looked round and came face-to-face with a turtle. It swam up and over the top of him, pulling itself through the water with its leathery fins, and I laughed to myself, watching it, as it reminded me of my Auntie Julie trying to swim with me when I was little. 10 minutes later, we decided to make our way back to the top; Mum and dad would be wanting a go soon. We were just below the surface when I felt something brush against my leg. �Shark!� jumped to mind, but I looked down and saw a bottle-nosed face staring back at me. Dolphins! Charlie had hold of my hand and was pulling me up to the surface, but I tugged at his hand, and he looked at me. I pointed to the dolphins swimming over to us from our right, and he grinned. I swam up and broke through the surface, pulling him with me. I tore off all my equipment and thrust it back onto the boat, which was beside us - but mum and dad weren�t there � I guessed they were round the other side. �Quick, take off your stuff!� I cried to Charlie, and he nodded and began to pull off his backpack and mask, throwing them onto the boat. The dolphins were all rising to the surface around us, and spraying us with water, clicking and chattering away. �Ok, I�ve seen this before�� Charlie said, and grabbed hold of the fins of two dolphins on either sides of him. They pulled him away rapidly, skimming through the water with effortless ease, and around the other side of the boat. �Look its Charlie! Ooh Dolphins!� I heard my mum cry. I took hold of a dolphins fin and it pulled me slowly and gracefully through the water, around to the other side, and in front of my mum, dad and Mr Burgis. �Sophie! How did you get them to do that?� My mum cried. �I didn�t, I just took hold and she pulled me around.� �How do you know it�s a she?� mum asked. �By that.� I said, pointing to the miniature frame of the baby dolphin on the other side of the one that was pulling me. We played with the dolphins until the sun began to set, sending dancing light over the waves. We got back to the bay, and Mr. Burgis parked the boat in its space. I sighed as Charlie jumped off the boat, turned back and offered me his hand, helping me as I stepped delicately off the boat. This day had turned out to be too good to be true, and I was waiting, with dread, for the moment where it would all go wrong. My mum and Dad bid farewell to Mr.Burgis, and we began the walk back to the car, Mum and Dad walking ahead, Me and Charlie behind. Charlie offered me his arm again, and I took it, my heart fluttering. �Looking forward to tonight?� he asked, looking ahead. �God yeah! I can�t wait!� I cried. Charlie laughed, and my heart jumped. �When are you meeting Leah and that lot?� �I suppose at our villa� I haven�t asked them yet,� I wondered. �Or maybe in town. I dunno.� �Cool. Er, what exactly should I wear? I mean, I�m not sure they let people in dressed in shorts and t-shirts, do they?� he asked, grinning. �Er, I know, I�ll take you shopping when we get back.� I decided. �Shopping? But the shops-,� he began, but I interrupted. �Are open till 7. We�re not in England anymore!� I reminded him. �Yeah but shopping�.� he moaned. �Is great!� I cried. We reached the car and my parents got in. My dad annoyingly placed the picnic basket on the seat in the back, but then I realised I didn�t mind because it meant I was VERY close to Charlie. I leant forwards briefly to ask my mum to put on the tape, and when I leant back I found that Charlie�s arm had snaked its way around my waist. I settled back and felt his long fingers stroke my hip gently, and I leant my head onto his shoulder, sighed and breathed in his scent. We got back to the village after about 5 minutes, and my parents dropped myself and Charlie off outside a shop. �What�s this?� Next.� I observed, looking up at the sign. �Come on.� I said, and took Charlie�s hand, pulling him into the shop. He dragged his feet and pouted, acting like a small boy. �Taking lessons from your brother are you?� I asked, raising an eyebrow. �So?� he mumbled, smiling slightly. I sighed, and moved in very close to him. �Little boys don�t kiss girls.� I purred, looking into his eyes. He gulped. �So, Er, er, er, this is nice!� he stammered, picking a blue short sleeved shirt from the rack on his right. I remained looking at him closely, before snatching the shirt. Yes, it�s lovely. Come on then, trousers.� I sighed. He walked over to a stand with trousers on, and I followed, holding the shirt. He picked out a pair of beige ones, and we took them to the changing rooms. A tall Spanish man handed Charlie a numbered tag, and we walked into the changing rooms, Charlie choosing the stall at the very end, and me sitting on the seat outside it. �Just to warm you,� he said from inside the cubicle, �My little-boy phase has passed.� He pulled back the curtain and stepped out. I had to lift my jaw from the floor, I didn�t think it was possible for a boy to look this good. �Very nice.� I stammered, and got up. It was his turn to move up close to me, and I looked into his eyes, feeling his breath on my face. He began to lean in slowly, his eyes on mine, before closing them and brushing his lips against mine. �Ah ah ah! No keesing please!� an assistant by the door. �Okay okay.� Charlie muttered, smiling to me. I smiled back, and walked out of the changing rooms as he walked back into his cubicle and got back into his clothes. He brung the shirt and trousers to the till, and we paid, quickly departing. We were in the process of walking home, when a snazzy shop on my right caught my eye. �Ah! Perfect! Lingerie!� I cried, and walked into the shop, followed by Charlie. It was an old-fashioned boutique-style shop, and I busied myself looking through the racks of expensive lingerie. �Oh wow!� I cried, pulling out a matching silky fuschia pink bra and thong. �I�m getting it!� I cried, and ran to the changing rooms. I quickly stripped off and put them on, admiring myself in the mirror. The colour really complimented my tan, and made my curves curve in all the right places. �Hurry up!� came the voice from outside. �Okay-ta da!� I cried, ripping back the curtain. I swore I saw Charlie�s jaw fall open. �We-we-well, its re-re-really nice!� he stuttered. �Why thankyou,� I purred, twirling round in a circle, �It is rather nice isn�t it?� I purchased the set and walked out of the shop with Charlie, determined to actually get home without stopping again. When we got to the villa, The guys were already there. Jazz, Leah, Charlotte, James and Matt were all sat in my room, funnily enough. �Who let you up here?!� I cried, putting my bag down on the floor. �Your mum. Nice underwear by the way.� Matt said, winking and twirling a white, lacy thong around his finger. �Hey! Give that back!� I cried, turning red. �Oh, Im scared.� Matt chuckled. �Matt, give it back!� I shouted. He just laughed. I ran forwards and jumped on the bed, and he grabbed hold of me, dangling it in front of me, just out of my grip, on arm keeping hold of me around my waist. �Matt! Matt stop it!� I cried, struggling. I got a bit angry, and elbowed what I thought was his leg. �Your gunna have t � aaaaghhhhh!� he screamed, clutching his groin. �What?� I cried. �Dude,� he choked, �Your girlfriend just elbowed me right on the weener!� The whole room burst out laughing, and Charlie rolled around on the floor in hysterics. �Oh my god Matt, I�m so sorry!� I apologised, thankful that I was a girl. �S�ok.� he breathed, still clutching his groin. �Okay, well every boy in the room is gonna have to leave.� Jazz announced. �We need to get ready!� �Oh, can�t we stay?� James grinned, eyeing up Charlotte, who smiled. �No. Out Out Out!� Jazz cried, getting up and pushing them out of the door. �Okay�Is everybody ready?� I asked, straightening my dress. It was a short, lilac, strapless number from FCUK, and I patted my hair down, which Charlotte had done for me. I liked the way it flowed, wavy and beachy down my back and over my front. Charlotte was wearing a pink miniskirt with black fishnet tights, and a sleeveless black top, and Leah was wearing a pink strap top with cropped beige trousers. Jazz had gone for a classy look, wearing a black top with thin lace sleeves and black hipsters. �I am.� �I am.� �Me too.� �Ok, lets go!� I cried, spritzing myself with Ultraviolet, my favourite perfume. We all walked down the corridor and down the stairs, where Charlie, Matt and James were waiting. Ben had also arrived, by the sound of it, and was watching a football game with my dad in the next room. Charlie stepped forwards, wearing the outfit we had got earlier, and took my hand. He looked up at me, kissed it, and smiled. �AWWWWWWWWW!� all the other girls cooed, and Matt and James sprung forwards, getting Leah and Charlotte�s hands and kissing them, but without an applause. We walked through to the sitting room belonging to my parents, and Ben got up from the sofa to give Jazz a hug and a kiss. �Ok, so are we ready to go?� Leah asked, looking round at everyone. I nodded, and everyone mumbled their agreement. We all called goodbye to my mother and father, (Charlie�s parents were still out.) and stepped out into the Spanish night air. It had a slight chill to it, compared to the day, and a small breeze was ruffling the palm trees on either side of the road down to the beach. Surprisingly, It was Matt who offered me his arm this time. �Madame?� he said, in a french accent, holding out his arm. �Monsieur.� I answered, bowing. I took his arm, changing a glance at Charlie, but he was linking with Leah, and seemed happy, so I shrugged and turned round. �So, how are you enjoying your holiday so far?� he asked, turning to me as we started to walk. �It�s been great, really good. We went scuba diving today, did Charlie tell you?� I replied. �Yeah, he mentioned it, but he seemed more interested in the fact you were wearing a bikini than the fish!� I blushed, and Matt laughed. �You er, don�t like Charlie do you?� Matt asked. I was taken aback by this sudden question, and I stuttered. �Who, me? Er, no�� I stammered. �Oh, ok. Its just that I think he likes Leah�� he turned away, looking straight ahead. I turned around and looked at Leah and Charlie, who were talking animatedly and laughing with eachother. Sadness threatening to creep over me, I turned back and looked ahead. �You, er, look really nice.� Matt said. �Aww thankyou. You look nice too.� I replied, smiling at him. Matt�s attention gave me a little bit of a thrill. He was, after all, 17, and a very fit 17 year-old at that. We had arrived on the beachfront, and we stopped, looking down the length of it. A crowd of people were gathered outside a building with a flashing sign on the front, reading �La Chenzo�s� �I�m guessing that�s the club.� Matt said. �Yep, I think it is.� We all walked closer so as to read a sign mentioning prices. �Okay, � said Leah, �It says that if you pay more you get in straight away, but if you pay less you have to queue.� �Okay, so I guess we�re paying more then?� James asked, looking around at everyone. �Yep.� said Charlotte, marching up to the ticket office. �Ok, well, I�m gonna have to queue. I don�t have enough money.� Ben blushed. Jazz kissed him on the cheek. �Don�t worry honey, I�ll wait with you.� Ben looked slightly less embarrassed, and they went to join the queue. The rest of us went up to the ticket office and handed our money over to Leah, the most fluent Spanish-speaker, and she bought our tickets. The bouncer unlatched a purple, velvet rope and let us into the club, where I could feel the loud music vibrating in my lungs. There was a bar area, where people could sit and drink, and a dancefloor, where people were obviously dancing. UV lights shone from the walls and under the bar, and strobe lights flashed over the dancers. We all made our way over to the bar area and grabbed a table, sitting down. Matt rubbed his hands together and then clapped, grinning around at us all. �So, drinks then!� He shouted above the music. We all nodded and smiled, and Matt beckoned a waiter over. �Dreenks?� he asked. �Yes my good man, er, 1, 2, 3,� he began to count us all. �6. 12 shots of vodka please.� Matt asked. �Seex shots of vodkaa?� the waiter asked, and Matt nodded. The waiter disappeared, only to reappear a few minutes later with a tray laden with 12 shot glasses. Everyone helped themselves to two shots, and they all held one. �Okay, ready?� asked Matt. We all nodded. �Go!� he shouted, and we all brought the glasses to our lips and knocked them back, screwed up our faces and slammed the glasses back down on the table. �Okay!� Matt breathed. �Ready?� he asked, picking up the second shot. �Go!� we all knocked them back again, and slammed them down. This process was repeated for the next 7 shots we had, and when we were feeling well and truly dizzy, we all stumbled onto the dancefloor. We all got slpit up and disappeared in opposite directions, and I gave up searching for them and just began to dance slinkily, the girls around me nodding as they approved of my �moves�. After a while, I felt someone pressed up close behind me, and I was about to turn around and give them a slap, when I recognised the voice in my ear. �Hey sexy�� purred Matt. �Hey.� I murmured into his ear, still dancing, grinding with Matt. I turned around and began to dance face-to-face with him, one of my legs in between his, when I suddenly felt something. Matt was excited, the hardness against my leg told me so, and I turned back around, smiling to myself. I didn�t need Charlie, I had Matt. We continued to grind and dance teasingly close, but I stumbled, the booze taking it�s effect. �Whoa!� Matt said, and caught me before I fell. �Do you wanna go somewhere quieter?� he asked, and I nodded. He walked me to the door and told the bouncer we were going out for some air, and he nodded, pulling the velvet rope back and letting us through. We noticed a jetty near to us, and decided to walk to the end. We sat down at the end and dangled our feet in the water after we took off our shoes, giggling and talking. �Are you sure you don�t mind about Leah and Charlie?� he asked, looking at me. I felt a stab in my heart, but shook my head. �No, why would I?� I asked him. �I don�t know, it�s just, you acted a bit�off after I told you.� he replied, shrugging. �I�m er, glad you don�t mind�� he said, shifting closer to me, and I suddenly became very aware of my heartbeat, thumping away in my chest. I felt his hand sweep my hair gently behind my ears, and a second later, his lips made contact with my neck, passing an electric current through my body. I shuddered slightly, as he began to kiss my neck tenderly, his other hand on my right hip, running his finger up and down my side. He gently used this hand to turn me round, and moved forwards, making me lay back, while he moved from my neck and began kissing me on the lips. He was an excellent kisser, and I could still feel my heart pumping away in my chest. I had a clue what was coming next, and my heart thumped harder than ever, as he slowly began to travel downwards, kissing me on the front of the neck, all the while travelling down ever so slowly. He pulled away as he drew over my chest. �Nervous?� he smiled. �What? Why?� I asked, nervous my inexperience of what to do was showing me up. �I can feel your heart beating.� he smiled again. �Y-Yeah, F-First time, you know.� I stammered, turning away. �I understand.� he said, and leant forwards kissing me. He pulled away again. �Do you actually�? I mean, I don�t want to force you into anything you don�t want to do�� he trailed off. �No Matt, I want to. Do you?� I asked, smiling cheekily at him. �Do I fuck!� he smiled, and began kissing me again. This time he slid his hand up the silky material of my dress and began stroking my tummy, and using his other hand to stroke my legs. I decided it was my turn to do something, and sat up. I knelt up and he did the same, and my fingers shook as I undid his flies and buttons. He straightened up on his knees and I did the same, and he pulled down his trousers. I shook slightly as he looked me in the eye. �Are you sure you want to?� he asked. I knew it would happen some time, sooner or later. I spose I should get the first time out of the way. I nodded. I got down on all fours and took out his erection, not believing I was doing this. I couldn�t really see it in the dark, but I could damn well feel it, and I wondered how the hell I was supposed to fit it all in my mouth. �Fuck it. First time for everything.� I thought, and sunk my lips over it. It felt like a particularly long, uncooked sausage, and I wondered what I had been so scared of. I began to suck quite hard, closing my eyes and going with my gut instinct. After a while I heard him groaning, and I wondered whether I was doing a good job. �Oh�oh gawd�Stop!� he cried. I stopped abrubtly, jumping back. �What?� I asked, alarmed. �I�m, I�m, I�m about to�� he jumped up and ran to the side of the pier, knelt down and let out a long sigh. �What?� I repeated. �I er, didn�t think it would be very nice for your first time if I came in your mouth!� he smiled. I realised what he was talking about, and blushed. �Oh, ok. Was I good at it, then?� I asked. �Oh, just a bit!� he cried. He turned back to me and got closer again. �Now, shall we carry on where we left off?� he asked. I nodded, smiling, and he got onto all fours, crawled forwards, making me lay back, and used his arms to support himself, on either side of my head. He leant forwards and kissed me again, and I could feel his erection between my legs. I was beginning to feel really turned on, and I responded to his kiss hungrily. �Okay�.Ready?� he asked. I took a deep breath and nodded. �Okay.� I heard him ripping open the packet to a condom, and then he was on top of me again. �Here we go.� he whispered, smiling at me. �Er, I�m thinking slow and easy.� he giggled nervously. I laughed. �Yeah.� I smiled. This felt right. �Okay�here we go.� I stifled a groan as I felt him slowly push into me, pain and pleasure creeping through me. Suddenly, the pain was gone, and all I could feel was a desirable pleasure sweeping over me, and I moaned as he began to thrust slowly, filling me, every inch. Beads of sweat glinted in the moonlight on his forehead, and he leant forwards and kissed me, softening the experience with his tenderness. I felt an excited, immense pleasure building up inside of me, and bit by bit, it became bigger and bigger. After a while, he looked deep inside my eyes, as if searching my mind for any signs of pain or regret. He was panting, his breath coming out in deep gasps, making the skin on my face tingle, even in the Spanish heat. �Are�you�o-okay?� he panted, still thrusting. I nodded. �I think�I think that I�I�m close to�.to?� he understood, and nodded. I felt myself lose control of my body as my slinky hips began to buck up to his as I felt what was unmistakeably an orgasm. I felt myself teetering dangerously on the edge, and Matt�s groans became more throaty and deep. �Ooh�me�too�ooh�oh..oh�� he began to cry. I felt myself falling over the edge, met by a wave of intense, unimaginable pleasure, flowing from my toes, to my ears, to my fingers and to down my spine, and I panted and squirmed uncontrollably as Matt thrust harder and deeper, deepening my orgasm. �Oh�oh gawd�OH! OH GAWD!� he cried, and shuddered, collapsing on top of me, panting and heaving, as I felt him spurt his juices deep inside of me, he body shuddering with each wave. I clung to his muscular body, panting, my chest rising and falling sharply, and closed my eyes. It hadn�t been as scary as people had imagined it, and I was positively glowing. My first ever orgasm had left behind a tingly, feel-good emotion. Matt drew out of me slowly and carefully, and sighed. �Was it ok for you?� he asked as he turned around and took off the condom, pulled his pants up and did up his jeans. �Great. Was I�er, ok?� I asked nervously, looking at him. �You were�� he turned around, crawling close to me, �Great, Are you sure that was your first time?� he smiled. �Er, yeah!� I giggled nervously. He sat down beside me, stretching his arm around my shoulders, and looked out to the sea. I observed him discreetly, watching his every move, as he inhaled and exhaled, looking up at the stars, the sparkles reflected in his deep brown eyes. I sighed and looked out to the distance. Suddenly, Charlie flashed in front of my minds eye. His smoulderingly good looks, those full, kissable lips, deep hazel eyes, cute, spiky hair, the vulnerable, child-like innocence he seemed to have about him. I shook my head, dismissing these useless thoughts, and sighed again. Charlie liked Leah, and there was nothing I could do about it. �Do you want to go back to the club?� Matt�s voice interrupted my thoughts. �Er, yeah, sure.� I stammered, still lost in the depths of my mind. He jumped up and helped me to my feet, taking my hand, and we walked back to the club. I straightened my hair, and the bouncer let us into the club again. We found our way over to Leah, Charlie, Charlotte, James and Jazz and Ben who had finally got in. �Hey!� I shouted to Jazz, and gave her a hug. �Hey, where did you go?� Jazz shouted above the music. �Er, outside. Quick, Toilet break!� I shouted, and beckoned to Charlotte and Jazz. We fought our way through the floor to the toilets, and shut the door, which must have had soundproofing, for it was suddenly quiet. �Okay, what happened?� Jazz asked, a knowing smile on her face. �Er, well, me and Matt kinda�� �Oh my god. You shagged him?!� Charlotte cried. �Shhhhhhhhh! Yes, but stop screaming it out!� I cried. �Oh my god, our little Sophie is becoming a woman!� Jazz joked in a motherly way, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye. �Shut up.� I giggled, nudging her. We all came out of the toilets, fought our way back, and found a surprise. I spun around and ran away, fighting back the tears, the image of Leah and Matt kissing imprinted in my mind. I burst out of the club and hurriedly told the bouncer I needed some more air, before rushing away down the beach. I tripped and fell onto the sand, too weak to move. I just laid there and cried. I heard crunching steps behind me, and thought it was Matt. �Fuck off!� I yelled. �Soph�� someone murmured. �I told you to fuck off you immature, thick-shit, using bastard!� I screamed. Someone grabbed hold of me and held me in their arms, and I struggled. �Get off me!� I screamed, thinking it was Matt. Then I smelt the aftershave and looked up into the caring eyes of Charlie. I fell silent, and closed my eyes. �Soph I�m sorry for how Matt behaved. Jazz told me that you saw him kissing Leah. I really am sorry. I was gunna tell you he had experienced more than a few one night stands, but I didn�t really think it was my place to say.� Charlie said, sighing. �S�ok,� I muttered �I should of known better.� Charlie wrapped his arms around me and I could feel his breath on my cheek. �So you slept with him then?� he asked quietly. I nodded. �Aww honey�� he murmured. �I know how it feels to be used. But, on the plus side, James likes you.� He smiled, somewhat painfully. �Really?� I asked, not really caring. �Yeah he said you were looking drop-dead gorgeous tonight. Soph?� �Yeah?� I answered. �What�s happening between us?� Charlie asked, looking out to sea. �Us? Well�er, we kissed�� I stuttered. �Yeah�didn�t that mean anything to you?� he asked, turning his deep, brown eyes upon me. �It was nice Charlie, really�but did it mean anything to you?� I asked. �Me? Er, well no.� he stammered. I felt a sharp tug at my heart, but ignored it. So he had been using me. For two times, I had been a mistake on this holiday. I looked away. �Okay, that�s good. But we�re still buds yeah?� I asked, knowing I would truly regret it if I could not even salvage a friendship from this mess. �Of course.� he grinned, brushing a stray hair from my face. �I feel I have really connected with you, you know? Even though we haven�t known eachother that long, I can kind of sense a kindred spirit in you.� he murmured, watching the path of a glow-bug, floating lazily through the air. �Hmmm.� I said, knowing exactly what he meant. �Do you wanna go home?� he asked, looking back at me. I nodded. �Come on then.� he smiled. �I�m thinking pizza, choccie ice-cream and a�. chick-flick.� he finished painfully. �Sounds great!� I yelled, trying to salvage a good night from its earlier remains. I jumped up and fell back on the sand, giggling. �Still pissed then!� he laughed. Then he put on a mock-serious tone. �I�m disappointed in you Sophie!� he said sternly. Then he stumbled and fell, lying next to me, laughing hysterically. He got up again and took my hand, pulling me up. He put his arm around my waist and we walked wobbily back to the club, and into it�s depths. Matt and Leah were still at the table, and it made me sick to see the way Leah was drunkenly drooling all over him, knowing that earlier I had been involved in a hot moment of passion with him. He looked up and saw me, and jumped up. �Soph!� He grinned, rushing around the table and kissing me on the lips. Charlie bristled, and I struggled. �Get off me You wanker!� I cried, pushing him away and grabbing my coat and handbag from my chair. �What?� Matt asked, seemingly confused. �What�s wrong?� he asked, bewilderment flushing over his perfect face. �You shagged me, took my virginity no less, and then you went and got with Leah!� I screamed. �I�m going. Don�t ever talk to me again, Mattie Jay.� I growled. I turned from the table and grabbed Charlie�s hand for emotional support, and he led me from the club. We got out of the club, and I collapsed in tears on his shoulder, sobbing and holding onto him. He held me in his strong arms and whispered into my ear. �Don�t cry Soph, you�ll be ok�don�t cry�be strong.� I lessened my sobbing, feeling weak and pitiful. �Come on, let�s go.� Charlie said, and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head against his shoulder, tears flowing down my cheeks. We walked in silence back to the villa, him carrying me all the way, and stumbled upstairs. My parents were asleep, and miraculously, we didn�t wake them, as I clomped upstairs, supported by Charlie. �I think I�m gonna take you to bed.� Charlie said, looking at me with concern. I didn�t say anything: I felt rather sick and was afraid that if I opened my mouth the contents of my stomach would certainly make an appearance. Charlie carried me into my room and laid me delicately on the bed. I felt the cold sheets and the cold wind whistling through the balcony doors which were ajar, and opened my eyes. The room was dark and cold, and I felt scared. �Charlie!� I cried. His hand was just visible through a gap between the door and the frame, and he turned back, poking his head into the room. �Wassamatter?� he asked quietly. �Don�t leave me alone. I don�t want to be alone.� I choked, and began to cry, holding my hands to my face. I heard him approach the bed, and felt him pick me up again. He walked with me back to his room, and laid on his bed, his head and neck supported by pillows rested against the headboard, pulling me up onto him. He pulled off his t-shirt with one hand and his trousers with the other, so he was just in his boxers, and I began to fumble with my zip on my back. �Oh come here.� he giggled, and unzipped it for me. I fell out of the dress and adjusted my matching bra and thong, and laid back against his chest, my head on his shoulder, near his neck. He stretched his arm around me, his fingers stroking my shoulder reassuringly, and for a while we just stared at the ceiling. �Charlie?� I said quietly. �Yeah?� came the reply. �Thanks.� �For what?� �For tonight. For helping me and looking after me.� �s�ok.� he muttered. I settled down and drifted into an easy, untroubled sleep, still in his arms, feeling protected and safe. |