A Dozen Dates (19 page)

“Oh,” she whined. “Is breakfast a date?”

“It can be...”

“Well, can we call this morning number three and get it out of the way?” Gemma suggested and Michael laughed at her sexual impatience.

“I think this morning has been a bit too hot to be considered a number three – perhaps a number four...”

“Whatever... Just hurry up and tick them off!” she forcefully suggested.

Much to everybody’s thrill, the house had a speedy and hassle-free sale, and although the money wasn’t quite in their hands, Michael grabbed his girl and whisked her away to Caloundra!

Another beach city, though quiet in comparison to the Gold Coast, Caloundra was to the North on a picturesque strip of shoreline known as the Sunshine Coast.

They checked into their suite at four o’clock and looked around... “Wow! This is really beautiful,” expressed Gemma, “I’ve never stayed in a place this nice before...”

“No, me either...” Michael informed her. “No point when you are on your own...” Gemma looked at him and smiled.

The bedroom was luxuriously decorated – a king sized bed made up in regal white linen and accented with ocean green and blue cushions and a throw rug. It had a spa bath in the corner and a flat screen TV on the wall, promising a selection of a dozen channels, including movie channels. It opened up to the open-plan lounge, dining and kitchenette area through wooden concertina style doors, and the lounge in turn led out to a medium sized balcony which had a beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean, and a shoreline dotted with Bunya Pines. Gemma breathed in the air and her eyelids fell heavy, “This is amazing... And
so
calming... Do you feel it Michael? The peaceful energy..?”

Michael stepped up behind her and wrapped his hands around her tummy, and rested his chin on her shoulder, “I feel your energy...” Gemma brushed her hands along his arms and gently enfolded them over his and they just stood and enjoyed the view for a while, and then Michael started kissing her neck.

Gemma felt the goose bumps reach over her body and she began to sigh, and then she felt Michael tilt her head and kiss her. His lips felt hot when pressed against hers, after they had been chilled by the afternoon ocean breeze.

Gemma kissed him back, generously allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, “Nnnn.” Michael enjoyed the little raw noises that betrayed her.

“Mmmm...” he wanted to take her now... But he wouldn’t – too many of their dates had skipped the date part... Michael wanted to take her out! “I’m hungry... Let’s go eat.”

“Isn’t it a bit early?” Gemma inquired.

“My stomach doesn’t think so...” Michael said, defending his position.

“Fair enough... Where are we going?”

“Oh, I’m not sure... We’ll drive along until we come across somewhere nice.”

“Perhaps we could ask the concierge?” Gemma suggested.

“That’s a good idea... You’re not just a pretty face are you?”

“No... And being that you’re male, I will ask for directions while I’m at it!”

Michael was pleasantly taken aback, she had done it again – surprised him. “I’ll have you know I don’t get lost!”

“Of course you don’t...” Gemma said with the sweetest smile. Humph – Michael liked this cheekiness.

He leaned into her in an intimidating yet very sensual way, “I found the way into your heart...” Gemma just blushed and dipped her head.

Gemma dressed in a long halter neck dress, the fabric brightly printed with tropical flowers; and a pair of sandals with small heels. She pinned her hair up at the sides, attached dangly tribal earrings to her lobes and applied light make-up, set off with a coral-rose lipstick.

Michael wore his good blue jeans, a belt and a short sleeved burgundy shirt. “Shall we?”

The restaurant they chose specialised in Asian cuisine, and was adorned accordingly. To enter, you had to walk over a bridge that carried you across the small trickling stream which originated from an ornamental waterfall. Gemma looked over the edge and could see a couple of goldfish swimming lazily. “Look!” she exclaimed, pointing out the fish to Michael.

“That’s probably dinner!” he whispered to her, grinning.

“It is not...”

They looked at the various statues and idols in the foyer, and noticed one had incense burning next to it, as well as a drink and a plate of food. “That must be an offering...” Michael suggested, and Gemma nodded respectfully. Ancient looking art and wood carvings hung on the walls and oriental music chimed in the background.

“Would you prefer a table inside or out in the garden?” the
maitre d’ asked them.

“Definitely the garden, please,” Michael informed him and instantly they were escorted out to a table in a quaint and secluded dining area. It was surrounded by thick yet artistically planted foliage, trees adorned with tiny lanterns and had what Gemma assumed was that same stream meandering through it and carrying the eye to various statues and water features. The
ambience was sublime...

The
maitre d’ pulled out a chair for Gemma and offered to get them a bottle of wine which Michael accepted. Gemma looked at him and smiled, “Michael, this is perfect...” and Michael smiled back.
They looked at the extensive menu, and feeling overwhelmed by the large selection of exotic choices, decided to opt for a standard mixed banquet.

The
maitre d’ returned shortly after with an ice filled wine cooler and proceeded to open the bottle and pour them each a glass before placing the wine into the cooler. The waitress greeted them soon after and placed a teapot and two tiny cups on the table, before going away and returning with two bowls of chicken and vegetable broth.

“So, what are you going to do when you get back?” Gemma asked Michael, the now homeless and unemployed one.

“Well, Nathan and I actually secured an obscene loan about a month ago, thanks to our parents collateral and stable credit history, and purchased a place back then – it is due to settle any day now and then I can move in and we can do it all over again.”

“That must have been a relief then when this one sold so quickly..?” Gemma commented.

“Yes it was... We are doing a whole lot of juggling with a whole lot of money at the moment, but we are doing what we both want to do and so far... it has been successful,” Michael explained to her. “You know what the best thing about the last project was, though..? Meeting you... It frightens me to think that we might not have met if Nathan and I hadn’t bought that place.” Gemma looked at him and her eyes watered.

The waitress returned and placed a plate in the middle of the table with a small selection of tasty entrées, before clearing away their soup bowls.

“Yes, it was kind of weird how we met, wasn’t it..?” Gemma proposed.

“Yes! You having the audacity to show up at my home with that loser...”

“What?” Gemma giggled, “He was my boyfriend and I didn’t know you...” she defended, picking up a slice of prawn toast and nibbling on it.

“You flaunted yourself and flirted with him in front of me and then you came into my room and expected that it would be okay to just sleep with me...”

“I was drunk! And besides, it was okay! You didn’t say no...”

“Well, I’m only human, Gemma...”

Gemma laughed, “You’re an idiot... What, do you want me to do? Apologise?”

“Yes, apologise for not dumping that loser earlier in the night!” Michael insisted.

“You are shameless...” Gemma told him.

“I’m shameless..? The way I remember it, you were the shame...”

“Shhh!” Gemma suddenly interjected, scolding him for saying such a thing in an almost public area, and Michael chuckled, before dunking his spring roll in soy sauce and taking a bite.

“Michael?” Gemma called in a voice not much louder than a whisper.

Michael looked at her, “Yes?”

“What did you think when I came in your room?” Gemma asked.

Michael smiled and then his caterpillars did their little dance, before he admitted, “Well, firstly I will say that I wasn’t thinking that well at the time, but... I felt thrilled, because I had seen you earlier and...”

“We connected...”

Michael beamed, “Yes, we connected... I knew you and loser had split and thought you might have wanted some affection – you know... a cuddle and a chat.”

“You didn’t think I wanted sex?”

“Well, I was hoping...” Michael confessed, grinning! “But I didn’t expect to be that lucky – I mean how often does a complete stunner walk into your room and jump you?”

“Michael!” Gemma reproached him and Michael snickered. Then she asked him quietly and seriously, “Did you think I was bad?”

Just then the waitress returned and placed two dishes on the table, one containing honey chicken, and the other, salt and pepper calamari; before collecting the entree plates. She disappeared for a minute and then returned with two more dishes – barbeque pork and beef with ginger and shallots. Michael began to place food on his and Gemma’s plates, but stopped when she addressed him again.

“Michael, did you think I was bad?” Gemma’s concern was evident on her face, so Michael just smiled pleasantly.

“No...” he shook his head smiling, “I was surprised because you had seemed kind of timid earlier on. But then I thought you were just angry and wanted revenge; and we were both a little intoxicated... and you were gorgeous, and I just didn’t feel inclined to argue. I didn’t think you were bad...” Michael paused, “I was shocked though, when I realised it was your first time... You had been so aggressive... and I wasn’t expecting it, and then I freaked out a bit and started wondering just how drunk you were and what I’d done... Whether you would regret it?”

“Sorry...” Gemma expressed.

“Don’t be sorry... Then you didn’t seem to want to stop, and you looked and felt so incredible...” Michael swallowed and paused as he recalled his first wonderful night with Gemma, “Don’t be sorry... God, don’t ever be sorry... Besides, it worked out beautifully... don’t you think?”

“Yes,” Gemma smiled from within – her one worded response seeming completely inadequate.

They ate in silence for a while, each engrossed in fond memories and thoughts of the other, and then Gemma asked, “So, is there a job for me at the new house?”

Michael looked up and grinned before answering, “A huge job, if you want it?”

“Really? Excellent! What’s it like?”

Michael went on to describe the features and shortcomings of the new house. There was a spa attached to the swimming pool which he was looking forward to using after work. The yard was quite massive – a lot of old established trees but not much else. The house was huge – five bedrooms, an office and three bathrooms...

After their dessert of deep fried ice-cream, they left and headed back to the motel where they sat on the balcony and talked a while longer, Gemma sitting on Michael’s lap and cuddling into him, as they looked out over the ocean.

“So what number is this date, Michael?”

“Well, we
should
go back and do number three... But it seems such a shame to waste this fantastic place and that great big bed...”

“Yes it does, doesn’t it..?”

Michael cleared his throat, and agreed, “Yes, it does?”

“So what were you thinking?” Gemma inquired.

“I’m thinking we should go and have a closer look at that big bed...” Michael answered her, lifting her hand and cuing her to stand up. He grasped her hand as he stood up himself and then walked her into the bedroom, switching the lights off on the way, leaving only the landscaping lights outside down below in the garden and pool area, and the radiance of the crescent moon to softly illuminate the room. The ocean breeze cooled their bodies as they needed and desired each other for hours, Gemma slowly being reduced to a sweaty and unkempt, raw form of herself, and Michael melding more thoroughly with this beautiful form than any other he had encountered. They were nature... they were honest!

In the morning it was decided that the previous night had definitely been date number eleven, which then left them with a dilemma... How do they go backwards from there? Especially now that Gemma had been introduced to this sexual being that had been smouldering inside of her... Her passion had been ignited, and Michael was like oxygen, fuelling it.

Gemma craved his affection and began to kiss Michael hotly, climbing over and instinctively rubbing her body against his. He kissed her back, wrapping his fingers through her hair and enjoying her feminine form pressed against his. Suddenly he felt her warm, slippery mound push against his and he groaned and struggled as he barely managed to pull his face back away, “Gemma, what are you doing?”

“I want another date?”

“Well, you can’t have one...”

“Why not?” Gemma asked as she reached down and started stroking his hardening phallus with her hungry hand.

“Because I promised I would do the right thing by you...”

“Oh, Michael, we could have an eleven and a half...” Gemma suggested.

Michael groaned at the determined touch of her hand and her body’s seductive contortions as she squirmed and simulated making love with him and his voice became deep and husky, “It’s not a proper date if we just stay in bed...”

“You classed watching DVD’s as a date,” Gemma argued as she lifted up her chest and slumped it down into Michael’s face, smothering him in the ecstasy of the breasts she knew he hungered for.

“Ohhhhh... Gemma, but we watched a movie...” Michael pointed out to which Gemma reached over to the bedside table, grabbed the remote and switched on the TV, which just happened to already be on a movie channel. “Gemma, I promised.” She kissed him and squirmed all over his body, pressing her aching sex against him, sighing as she did so. “I can’t resist this, Gemma...”