The next morning was spent recovering from a wicked hangover and relaxing by the pool. The afternoon again brought rain, but it passed quickly. When the sun came back out, Roland took his guitar for a walk down the beach.
This stretch of beach, beyond the strip of hotels and restaurants, was flanked by a large park and nature preserve full of palms and other heartier trees. Roland looked for a nice place to sit, play, and watch the sun go down. Almost an hour after leaving the hotels far behind, he found what he was looking for.
A small tree-topped rise overlooking the beach, perfectly suited to all his needs was just ahead. As he neared, he saw a group of people already gathered there - must be some locals, he thought. As Roland walked past he realized they were waving and calling to him. One of them held up a guitar.
He went over, and met the nicest bunch of Thai guys. They shared their Leo Beer and he shared the bottle of rum he brought. They shared no common language, but they jammed together there on the beach. The sun set and they built a small fire, taking turns playing and singing songs.
A short time after sunset, a small group approached from the beach. As they entered the fire-light, Roland could not believe his eyes. It was the waitress with a few of her friends. They dropped the cooler they carried nearby, and greeted the boys.
The girl from the restaurant walked right up to Roland and said, "Are you surprised see me?" She smiled and sat down next to him on a log.
"Yeah, I'm surprised. What...what are you doing here?" stammered Roland. They were face to face, and he could see her unusual, beautiful features - almond eyes with long dark lashes, high, wide cheek bones that tapered to a small chin, taken together with her dark complexion it was a striking mixture of Chinese and Malay features.
"They called me, and said 'come, we have a party with one farang guitar man. Bring your friends,' so I came," she said, and added, "because I thought the man was you."
"Wow, I can't believe this. How do you know these guys?" Roland asked, still slack-jawed with surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, trying to regain some composure," my name is Roland."
"My name is Calee," she replied in her soft, quiet voice. "Ok, so, they are from my village," she continued, looking straight into Roland's eyes, "rubber farmers, and they came to Phuket for a short trip...and to take me home."
"Home?" Roland said with visible, unexpected and unwarranted disappointment.
"Awww..." Calee said, a little touched by Roland's appearance. "Yes, we are from the mainland, in the south. I come here to work, and now the season is over. What about you, when do you go home?"
It had not occurred to him that even if he somehow met 'the waitress', and they had an unlikely sexual encounter, he would be leaving almost immediately or how she might feel about it. "I leave in a few days."
"Me too." Calee said with a soft smile and a nod. Then, her eyes narrowed and she continued, "Where is your wife?"
"She's not my wife..." he looked into the fire and grew sad, despite Calee's presence beside him. "She's not even my girlfriend anymore. She left yesterday morning."
"Oh no... are you sad?"
"Not at the moment," Roland said, still slightly awed to be having this conversation.
"She is beautiful."
"You don't have to rub it in."
"What? Rub it..."
"Never mind, it's just a saying. But you're much prettier than her, so maybe I'm better off that she broke up with me. If she hadn't, I wouldn't be here tonight."
"Hmm," Calee thought, then smiled her wide, relaxed smile. "Ok, I rub it."
"No, no... I mean, if you want to... No, just... how about we hang out tonight and see what happens," Roland tried to correct himself, as he blushed and grinned at the thought of Calee rubbing his cock.
"Hang out? What is that?" Calee frowned and shook her head and jawline- length black hair. "I'm sorry, I can't speak English very good."
"No, it's my fault," Roland said as he placed his large palm on her back. She felt so warm. "It means be together...just be together, talk, have fun... understand?"
Her smile returned. Calee took Roland's hand and squeezed it. "Yes, I want to be with you tonight." She saw Roland's eyes widen, and her smile did the same. "We can be together...and talk...and have fun."
Roland was now concealing his giant erection from not only Calee, but also the rest of the growing group. Any unhappy thoughts of Olivia had disappeared, replaced with the reality of Calee sitting beside him.
She was innocent and naughty, exotic yet comfortable, shy but brave too...what a fascinating young woman, Roland thought. They knew next to nothing about each other, but the attraction between them was undeniable.
The drinking and singing got progressively louder. Guys and girls were pairing off, wandering around the outskirts of the fire's light.
"Want go somewhere more quiet?" Roland asked Calee, and gave her small hand a firm squeeze.
"Yes," she said, again, keeping disarming eye contact, "I hoped you would ask."
They stood and walked hand in hand down the small hill toward the beach. Roland watched Calee's hips rise and fall, her tight ass barely concealed by her cut-offs. Her tight fitting green T-shirt was scrunched around her waist and left a sliver of her abdomen exposed - where it disappeared inside her shorts in a gentle curve.
"Do you know how good you look?"
"Haha...I know you like to look at me," Calee said, peeking down at Roland's erection bobbing up and down with each step, under his Khaki shorts. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything."
"Why me? Too many pretty girls everywhere. I'm just a normal girl," Calee said as they reached the base of the hill. On the beach, in the dark, she turned to face Roland and their eyes met.
"I've never seen a girl like you...you are beautiful...in a magical way. Something in your eyes, the way you move, the way you look at me...do you understand?" Roland held her hands as she looked up at his face.
"Yes," she replied and inched closer, her lips slightly parted. "Maybe we never meet again, but... I feel like you. Same-same."
Under the stars, to the music of the waves, Roland leaned down to kiss Calee. Her lips parted further as they touched his and their tongues met, softly dancing in her mouth. He released her hands and held Calee's face. She grabbed Roland's waist and pulled their bodies together, her small breasts pressed into his stomach, and her thigh against the firm heat of his cock.
Roland let his hands slip from Calee's face as he pressed his tongue more firmly against hers. She pressed back, and a gentle, "Mmhh," escaped her lips. His hands brushed her neck, her back, the outer swell of her breasts, eliciting another, "Mmmmhhh," and he encircled her waist with his hands, coming to rest just inside the top of her shorts.
"Ahhh," Calee voiced as their lips and tongues parted.
"Is this ok, Calee? I don't -"
"This is perfect, Roland," she said, smiling up at him.