Bahamas (Story by Risa Peris)

It was a Bahamas trip for two. Me and my man. But then I caught him in the bathroom at a friend’s party having sex with some girl with a nose ring.

“Oh, babe,” he said. “I’m sorry you had to see this.”

“I’m sorry too,” I blubbered. The girl with the nose ring rolled her eyes. Who was she anyhow?

We had a trip scheduled for the Bahamas. My Mom told me to go. “Just go. Relax. Forget about that jerk.”

So I went. The first night there I ate at the buffet. Drinks were free. Mai Tais. That was the specialty. I had quite a few of them along with pineapple fried rice. That’s when he walked up.

“Can I join you?” He was in a suit, sloshed and mildly cute.

“Why not?”

We dove into the Bahamian food, which seemed suspiciously Thai.

“Do you want to have sex? I’m Edgar, by the way.”

I appraised him. Suit. Close haircut. Graying. Perfect intonation. A salesman. Why not?

And so we went to my room and blissfully had sex five times in a row. When we were fully conscious I was sore.

“Breakfast?” he asked. “I have meetings the rest of the day. But I can swing breakfast.”

So I dressed and went down to the restaurant with him. I sat and groaned.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m sore.” I put my hand by my mouth. “Sex, you know.”

“Well, I’m sore too but I get back at five. Get a massage. Stay in the jacuzzi. I’m sure you’ll be good to go by dinner.”

“What about you?”

He laughed. “I’m a guy. Only if the penis breaks do we turn down more sex.”

“Who are you?”

“Edgar. Film exec from Los Angeles. Who are you?”

“Cecilia. Just dumped by my boyfriend. I do advertising in LA.”

“So we’re both from LA.” He smiled.

He came back that evening. Pounding on my door. More sex and more soreness.

“Okay. This has to stop,” I said. I thought of my ex-boyfriend.

“Why?”

“Because…because…it’s too good.”

Edgar laughed. “I’m not stopping. This is what I always wanted.”

“What?”

“Utter bliss with a woman.”

That’s all I wanted. Sexual bliss with a man. We agreed to meet in LA and explore. Maybe I wouldn’t want him in LA. Or maybe he was what I always wanted and needed.

THE END

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