Gold Rush

The afternoon sun cast down its glory on the beach, giving everyone a magnificent sight on the balcony. The beach was golden, the sea was in dazzling sparkles.

Gleaming, twinkling.

Terry poured another cup of earl grey tea. "I think you'll want another." He said, while I looked into his captivating eyes. Eyes that draw your soul in like sinking ships on waters, there's nothing else to do but fell for him.

So inviting, I almost jump in.

I snapped out of my thoughts as the sunlight shone into my eyes. I was alone on the balcony holding an Evil Under The Sun, with a cup of tea on the table.

I took a deep breath and lose myself in the sea breeze, it was a pleasant afternoon.

"Sami!" My roommate Susan excitedly barged into the balcony and broke the serenity of the afternoon, "I'm going for a swim at the beach, you coming with me?"

"No, I'd rather stay here and read my book. I don't want to end up exhausted at the party later."

"But Terry Cosgrove will be there!" Susan screamed excitedly, "You can't leave me alone if we met!"

Terry Cosgrove, with excellent performance in academics and also being a star athlete, he was already popular back in high school. And not to mention that he came from a rich family, that man is basically gold.

As if on cue, I heard a commotion on the beach. A tall figure was walking towards the open sea holding a surfboard, even at this distance I could tell that it was Terry, being ogled by the ladies. I frowned at the gold rush happening on the beach, feeling even more hesitant on going.

I don't like a gold rush.

I could never understand why girls at my age would be dying to fall in love with someone when there's far more exciting things to experience. Like the mystery novel I was reading just now, and the coffee served from this seaside cafe.

I was taking a stroll at the beach since I had finished reading the book. And I bumped into Terry, who just came back from his surfing adventures. His curly, jet black hair fell nicely onto his forehead, like dominoes falling into place. A drop of water trickled from his jawline down his throat, and then on his perfectly built chest.

Any girl who saw this view would be dying to feel the touch of all those muscles.

"Hey." Terry smiled warmly, and the sunlight falling on his hair accentuated his beauty.

We were laying in the queen size bed in Terry's spacious suite. The sheets felt like silk, and the pillows are soft and fluffy, like I've been sleeping on clouds. I just spent a night over Terry's place, and it was amazing.

I could still remember the intercourse that happened last night, in slow motion, double vision. Terry's every touch brought forth waves of pleasure which made me blush, made me scream, bringing me ecstasy that sent me flying to heaven.

I slowly got up from the bed and padded across the wooden floors, "Of course I did," and then I grabbed my Eagles T-shirt from the door, being hung there accidentally last night as Terry hastily took it off while we were kissing passionately.

"Leaving so soon?" He pouted, while putting one of his arms to the back of his head, exposing his perfectly chiseled body.

"I still have things to do, pretty boy." I quipped, while putting on my shirt. "Besides, I can't let anyone found out about us yet."

"Jealous women are scary." He nodded.

"Yup, so I'll see you another night then," I grinned, "When I miss you too much."