One Day In Your Life.

Boardwalk. (Michael's POV)

I slam into her, my cock pulsing at a rapid pace as I release my load deep inside her orgasming, clenched pussy. I feel her nails drown my back as she moans loudly, her face so beautifully pleasured it takes my breath away. I moan and rasp against her sweaty, warm shoulder as she grips my waist forcefully. We both pant and sweat after our orgasms leave our bodies slowly.
"Is that, like, the 100th time in the last 12 hours?"
"Mhmm" I chuckle softly into her sweet skin. I feel a
Her hands softly push my groin, and remember that I'm still inside her. I pull out easily, lubricated from her juices. I rest my hands on the bench either side of her and stare into her eyes sweetly.
We both lean in and kiss tenderly. I pull her up against me, her legs firmly clenched behind my back, and walk over to the bed. She holds my face as we passionately make out. I lay down over her, as our kiss parts. We both gasp for air, as she licks and kisses my cheek lovingly with her tongue, making me shiver in a strange but familiar emotion.
I think we're in love.
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We lay together, whispering causal conversation and stroking each other's bare skin.
I look over to a clock ticking in the corner, that reads 4:04 pm. Jesus, we have been here a lot longer than I thought. I look at Indie and smile widely.
"Wanna head out now?"
"Sure Mike."
We both leap up and grab our clothes. I watch Indie as she slides on her underwear and pulls up her shorts. I pull my boxers and grab a pair of white denim jeans lying by my suitcase, gliding them up my legs. I walk over behind Indie as she pulls her bra on, and clip it up. I'm sure she can do it herself, but I just like helping and being a gentleman where I can. Indie turns around and kisses me gently. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I hold her hips.
"We can go to the boardwalk, it's really nice there."
"I'll go anywhere, as long as I'm with you."
I smile cheesily and Indie laughs, making me stare in awe at her impeccable beauty. She's just so beautiful.
Indie tidies her sex-hair up, and pats down stray locks of my Afro. She smiles in pride, hands on her hips as she studies my hair. Her interest in my Afro is so adorable.
I button and zip up my jeans and grab a simple navy t shirt.
Indie sits down at the table, pulling out some pamphlets and studying them as I grab some socks and boots. Sitting on the bed, I pull my wallet out of my bedside table and pull out an Australian $100 note. I quickly spray some cologne on my chest and brush Indie's arm as I head towards the door.
"Ready, gorgeous?"
I say softly as I stand at my door, hand on the knob. Indie smiles big, her eyes twinkling with excitement, and leaps over to me. I chuckle at her enthusiasm and open the door, stepping out into the dimly lit hallway. I lock the door behind me, and place my money and keys in my pocket.
"Oh my god you smell good!" Indie announces loudly, burying her face in my chest as we walk down to the elevator. I laugh, and, feeing playful, hook my arm around her head and give her a noogie. Indie squeals and laughs hysterically as I rumple her hair. I release, and she pouts at me jokingly, her face red. I chuckle, unable to take her efforts of self-pity seriously.
We both walk in silence down the hall until we reach the elevators. I press ground floor and we both wait quietly. A sharp ding is sounded as the doors open, empty. We step in and I press ground floor again. We descend slowly. Indie cringes and shuts her eyes, holding the railing. I instantly walk over to her, softly joking her arm in concern.
"I hate elevators, they make my stomach flip."
I nod in agreement. Elevators are no fun for me either. We walk out onto ground floor and head for the big entrance. The lady at the desk greets us professionally, and we both wave kindly. Hand in hand, Indie and I walk down the marble stairs and onto the concrete path. The afternoon sun burns down onto the street, making my skin already damp with sweat.
"Damn it's hot!" Indie says. I nod and grimace at the heat as we walk. We stick to the shadows made by trees and cars as much as possible, avoiding the sun in any place we can. I don't burn, considering I'm black, but from what I know about white people, Indie will fry like a crisp.
Indie's skin glows an orange tan in the sun, and her blonde, glittering hair catches the light perfectly. Everything about her, every little detail, every little part of her, has me in awe. I'm so fucking lucky. Not just because of her physical beauty, but her soul and personality is everything I look for in a girl. Compassion, humour, innocence, playfulness...she's the whole 9.
The street is rather quiet, save the occasional car and jogger. The sky is now cloud covered, casting a darker shadow over all the land around us. I exhale in gratitude, as the sun now is shielded by a thick quilt of grey. It almost looks as if it could rain any minute. We walk in silence. I trust Indie knows where we are going, considering I've only been here for 24 hours.
I hear the faint sound of seagulls and the ocean, telling me that we're close. The gravelly sidewalk now forms a gradient into sand, and before I know it we are walking by the beach, with tall palm trees towering over our heads. A pleasant, cool ocean breeze sweeps over my skin, making me sigh in delight.
A small gathering of people ahead, around many stalls and booths, confirms our arrival at the pier. I see a long wooden boardwalk supported by large beams in the water, stretch out into the ocean, as far as I can see. I follow along it with my eyes until I see a large sandy island at its end. I gasp quietly, admiring the simple but amazing landform, begging to be explored by my curious 17 year old self.
"We're here!" Indie chimes sweetly, flashing me a bright grin. I smile widely.
"Can we go out there???" I question with an overly enthusiastic tone.
"Sure, that's half the reason why I brought you here. Barely anyone goes out there, I don't know why, but we will probably be alone out there, the whole island to ourselves. I have a special spot on it, I'll take ya there." Indie informs me matter-of-factly.
I nod with force and smile, excited to get there. I check my watch, 5:57. The sun starts lowering itself onto the horizon. If we're lucky, we might get there before the sun sets, and get to see it in all of its beauty. Simple things like those are what I live for.
Other than Indie.
Why am I so attached and head over heels already? Is it just hormones?
Ughh.
"Let's get icecream!" Indie says happily, and drags me over to a stand. A woman with 3 young boys stands in line in front of us, handing her offsprings a chocolate cone each. They're faces all brighten and glimmer as they thank their mum, and dig in to the brown cream, messing 40% of their faces. I giggle and watch. Children are a weak spot of mine. I love all of them, they're just so sweet and innocent, so young and carefree. Nothing like I was at their age. Mature and wise, young but working too hard. I regret every bit of it.
They walk away, as we step up and greet a jolly plump man with thick red hair. We scan the menu, and Indie eventually pulls a note form her pocket. I gently push her hand, urging her to put it back. She smiles. "Michael, you don't have to pay."
The name Michael rings a bell, and I widen my eyes, turning away. Why do I keep forgetting.
I whisper in a Indie's ear "almond caramel"' place my money in her hand and sprint away. I head behind a tree and slide down it, hoping nobody around has gained suspicion. I peek around and see Indie walking towards me with 2 ice creams, laughing her ass off so much, it almost looks like she will drop them.
"Michael JACKSON."
She says between laughs as she hands me my cone, sitting on the grass beside me, holding her stomach laughing. She hands me my change which I stuff into my pocket, and falls on my lap, giggling hysterically. I giggle at her reaction to the situation, her bright smile waking my heart as her body quivers in my lap from her laughs. Indie suddenly stops laughing, takes on a serious face, and looks into my face.
"Let's go Mikey-poo!" She yells childishly, making me smile like a goof. We both hop up and walk towards the wide wooden Boardwalk.
When we reach the beginning, I look to the end. It looks to be about 500 metres to the island. We both stand there, licking our ice cream. The flavour of almond and caramel coats my tongue, cooling my mouth with each lick. We begin walking, holding hands.
We aren't even officially dating, yet we've fucked like 10 times and hold hands wherever we go.
Oh well, it's nice, so I won't bring it up to awkwardise the moment.
For the whole walk, all we do is make small chat about the weather and our lives, what's been happening recently and whatnot. Indie seems intrigued with my famil, and wants to know more wherever she can. I get that we are famous and stuff, but my family is pretty normal. I mean, most of the stuff in the media is blown up and fake, so our life is rather regular. However, she is fascinated.
I still need to get to know her. I feel something deeply spiritual about this girl, something she is hiding. I feel with every second passing, I must dig deeper. She pulls me in so much, and I need to know every detail, every crevice of her life and soul. I want to be connected with her in every way possible. I want her in every way possible. I need her.
We both crunch on our cones, and lick our fingers in unison as we finish the tasty snack. I look behind, and it seems we are halfway there. The sun teases the waters edge, making me anxious and desperate to get to the island.