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.
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.
“Because…because…it’s too good.”
Edgar laughed. “I’m not stopping. This is what I always wanted.”
“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.