This story is in 3 short parts.
The first written by me in an attempt to entice a girl who I'd long been attracted to. The second part was her response to my out of the blue suggestion, and the third my consolidation prior to meeting.
I would like to submit "what really happened" after all the anticipation later – would love your feedback.
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As the plane landed Gini didn't know what to expect, she didn't even really know why she was here but she was sure it was part of her newfound lust for adventure in some way.
It was early summer but the hot air brushed her face as she descended onto the tarmac, her floral dress brushing like silk against her pale long legs as the sun was sinking.
As a confident beautiful woman there was no explanation for the butterflies in her tummy but it had been 3 years since she had last met James, and then it was in a dark intoxicating club with loud pulsing music and the rhythm of life that vodka and stimulants gives you, false confidence adding to the natural. Nothing had happened except the promise of possibilities – they'd talked about art, they were both with others.
James waved from the small terminal window; a tall, kindly looking man, slim with brown smiling eyes.
Gini felt he was rather underdressed for a guy who had invited her for the weekend.
They kissed on the cheek and he complimented her on her look. She took off her sunglasses, thanked him and smiled.
Waiting by the carousel they talked about her trip to Europe and the rushing urgency of the city of arts and music. This was different, two people out of context, being normal. Why was she here?
Comfort came as they talked, relaxing as they drove the coast road into town. It was beginning to get dark already but she'd seen enough to know that the area was beautiful, some orientation that you don't get with night arrivals.
Dropping her luggage at his place James didn't invite her in...
"Let's go for a walk?"
"Where?"
"The beach – the moon will be up soon, it comes up over the water, bright orange."
Gini accepted and they drove to the lookout and parked.
With the sun having gone a light breeze had picked up but it was still warm and the smell of the sea filled Gini's senses and she realized again how she loved the ocean.
"Gorgeous" she said.
"You've missed the whales by a few weeks, there were loads this year, every day, and dolphins". Gini glanced behind at the last of the dark blue sky and saw Venus, bright and large above the headland. An omen surely.
James, she thought, was he a bit too nice?
As they reached the rocks he took her hand and they steadied each other for the few metres to cross onto the sand. As their feet hit the softness the moon poked out its first crescent shape. James pulled out two glasses and a bottle of wine from a small backpack, and then a joint from his pocket and held them all up like a pirate's bounty.
"Which do you fancy?" he said.
"I'm not much of a smoker but if we're going to end up having both anyway we'd better have the joint first".
"Good choice".
James lit the joint and Gini noticed his familiar naughty looking grin had appeared as he handed it to her for the first go.
They sat and smoked and watched the moon rise lazily until it lit the water with its first red, orange then silvery glow.
"Come on lets walk."
"What about the wine?"
"Later" he said.
Gini didn't like being told what to do but feeling a light buzz she decided not to protest.
The sand was soft, still warm beneath her now bare feet.
Somehow it felt strange not to be walking hand in hand except that that would be too familiar, inappropriate, but Gini felt like she was being led and as they talked she bent to pick up a shell and glancing up she noticed James' shoulders and wondered for a moment, a small thrill mixed with the cannabis warmth and she rubbed a hand across her tummy connecting with her femininity and turned it into a tummy scratch to deny it when he turned around.
"Where are we going?"
"The dunes".
The moon slid partially behind some cloud as they reached the rising of the dunes. The sand was cooler and paths led into them in several directions.
"Come on, there's a cool place up here".
They entered the brush and it got much darker. "Don't worry your eyes will adjust".
Gini knew what James was up to and she'd been off the plane barely over an hour. Isn't this a little bit soon, and more than a little bit presumptive? But then again didn't she know, really?
