Poseidon

Wet dream

Poe walked me to the door, said goodnight and left me.

I went to bed, and spent all day Sunday holed up in my room, doing homework – well, studies. It wasn't homework when you pay for it, is it? – and had dinner with Tara. She was hungover, and was not the least bit interested in her dinner.

Fine by me, she wasn't interested in what had happened at the party.

By Monday, after school, where I hadn't seen Poe, I opted for the ocean. Sure, it was cooler, but I still loved that place. I considered packing books, but decided against it.

I'd studied all of Sunday, despite a slight hangover, and I just wanted to walk along the water's edge and just be.

Tara hadn't returned, but her classes were during the day, mine was primarily in the morning. I just wanted to get away, of being somewhere where there could be people, but where I wouldn't have to socialize. I had to go to the drama club later. I'd promised.

I stood, gazing into the water, my feet in the water, letting the water wash over my naked skin and then retreat into the ocean. This was needed.

This quiet and calm.

I took a small step further into the water and started walking along the shoreline. People were running on the beach, and a few were out surfing.

Daniel had wacked me with the surfboard? Coming to think of it, it was weird I'd never had any headache or anything from that?

Part of me wanted to find a way back, to see if Poseidon was even real? To ask why Tara saw that, but I couldn't remember nor had any lingering side effects from it.

On the other hand, it was probably for the better not to do that.

I dared take another step into the water and stopped. I was in, ankles deep by now.

Was it crazy I wanted to see this didn't happen again?

Part of me hoped it wouldn't happen, that it was all a dream and that this wouldn't lead me there again. But I was curious, of course I was.

I was still in ankle deep. I didn't want to get sick either.

I pondered this and took a tiny step further into the water. It was midday, and it wasn't that cold. I knew what I needed. I had to know that if I went and saw Poe again, it wouldn't be affected by this. The sex I'd dreamed I'd had with fucking Poseidon was just that; a dream. Something I couldn't remember.

A head poked above the water. I could recognize her as the fish person, mostly person, with the fishy eyes, that had dragged me down before.

She cocked her head to one side. "Come on," she whispered. "You know you want to." She breathed.

I wasn't sure I wanted to.

She came closer, her fingers, with the fin-like skin between her fingers, wrapped around my ankle. "Hold your breath." She said and tugged.

I barely had time to suck in air, much less to brace myself for the fall. I was beneath water and dragged out too fast for me to really get it.

She wrapped my fingers around a dolphin fin, and we were off. I was struggling not to let the air escape me.

I closed my eyes, and just when I was sure I couldn't hold it in any longer, my lungs burning, I flew through the water and landed hard on my back.