TRYING NOT TO LOVE YOU

~Twenty-sixth Part~

Marc arrived on time. He picked me up at exactly seven o'clock and now we are already driving to his apartment. I was there only once. He bought it with his first salary, and then he promised me that he would take me there every summer. Well, after a few years, I am really going there.
"Why are you so quiet?" he asks me. I look at him and he's sitting relaxed behind the wheel and I smile slightly: "Ah, I am thinking," in confess. "About what?"
"Everything," I say and I unknowingly caress the belly. "Will you mind if I turn the volume of the radio on a little?" he asks. I smile and I snuff my hand to the volume button and increase the volume. The rest of our way we are singing and having fun.
"We're here," he said, when we park in a garage. We take things out of the trunk and walk to the apartment number 93. Marc pulls out the keys from his pocket and he stand out there for a while, before he unlocks the door. "What is it?" I ask him. "Um, it's been so long since I've been here," he smiles, "will you open it?" he adds. My eyes sparkle and I almost pull the keys from his hand. "With pleasure," I almost squeak and unlock the door. It's still the same as I remember. A small hallway, followed by a huge living area with a dining room with exit to the balcony. On the left side of the dining room is a narrow but pleasant kitchen. On the right of the living room are two steps leading into the large bedroom with a cozy and intimate bathroom.
"So?" Marc said, putting our stuff on the floor of the living room. I walk to him, wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him. "Thank you for bringing me here," I thank him. "Gladly," he said and he corrected a hairs lock, which escaped from the ponytail. "What do you want to do?" he asks. "I'd like to go to the sea first. Naked," I smiled. "Naked!"? he laughs. "Yeah, this private beach belongs to this apartment, right? What are you afraid of?"
"Private beach, which is owned by hundreds of apartments in this building. I am pretty sure that we won't be alone there," he complain and I laugh: "Okay, then we'll wear swimsuits," I say and give him a kiss.
After a ten minutes we walk on the beach. The sun is just started to set and the slight breeze ruffle my hair. "Marc, there is nobody else," I say when I put down my towel and flip flops. Marc looks around and takes off his shirt. My eyes stare on his perfect six packs and he probably sees that, because he laughs and walks up to me. "I adore you," I say when he caresses my cheek. When he wants to kiss me, I neatly move away from him and run towards the water. "Hey!" he shouts and runs behind me. I take advantage of the moment and I take off the upper part of my bikinis. "What are you doing!" he shouts behind me as I jump into the water and swim away. I feel free and happy. I swim deeper and when I get back to the surface, I find myself in Marc's embrace. "I got you," he said and kisses me. "I never let you go," he whispered. At that moment I froze and stop laughing. "Did I say something wrong?" he asks me worriedly when I shake my head and kiss him again. "Take me, Marc," I whisper to him and bite him into the earlobe. With my left hand I still hold it around his neck, while with my right hand I reach down in his briefs and grab his dick, which is already gaining on hardness. I push my naked breasts to his body and kiss him. He's pretty hard now. "Shall we go to the apartment?" he asks breathless. I shake my head and bite into my lower lip: "I can't wait that long."
Marc looks at the beach and I see how his thoughts swing in and out there. "We can go behind that rock," he said and pulled me with him when we swim there. When we get there to the only (thank God for that) rock on this beach, all our brakes ease off. Marc literally pulls down the bottom of my bikinis. He grabs my boobs and kisses me passionately. I don't know how, but I can undress his briefs when he leans me on the rock and at the same moment he totally dig himself inside of me. Water splashes all around and we are all from the sand. I let myself to him, that I don't even realize that both of us have already cum. I have eyes closed and I breathe deeply when my love kisses me at a bare, sandy shoulder. "Hey, are you still with me?" he asks gently. I nod to him. "Is something wrong? You look sad."
I open my eyes and smiled at him: "I love you so much. Don't forget this, okay. Never."
"I love you even more," he said and kisses me on the forehead.
For a while, we still lean on the rock, we're hugging in silence. Words are not really needed at this moment. "Sara, it drifted me away today. I was very cautious, but I think I put it out too late," Marc says with a hoarse voice. I caress him on the cheek and smile: "Don't worry. It doesn't matter now."
"But-," he begins, but I silence him with a kiss.
Then we slowly walk back to the apartment.
"Oh, I have sand everywhere," Marc said when he joins me in the bathroom. I laugh: "You say it. What about me... you could help me to wash it out," I say when I step under the shower. In his eyes I see a sparkling and he quickly jumps into the shower. He turns me around and squats down: "Let me help you," he said and his fingers and mouth are already between my crotch. This quickly brings me to a new orgasm, so it's my turn to do the same work with him. In a few minutes, we both are satisfied and now we are washing each other. "I still need help with washing my hair," I say when Marc laughs. "I will miss you so much when you'll return back to London," he said as I turned to him and kiss him on the collarbone. "Please, don't ruin this beautiful moment," I say but at the same moment I think that I am going right there tomorrow. "Sorry, you're right. I am such a jerk," he said and kisses me on my cheek for apology.
After the shower, I go to the balcony and look into the calm sea. "Are you hungry?" Marc asks me when he joins me. "No, I am not," I said. I am not hungry but I should eat something. Because of the baby. But I can't. The thought that I am going to London in a few hours, squeezes my heart. "I'll drink some water," I say and step inside and walk to the kitchen. "What would you like to do now?" he asked when I sat down next to him on the couch. I shrugged: "I don't know. I want to be with you," I say when he squeezes me in the embrace. "You are with me. And you will always be," he said quietly. I close my eyes and I pray that this moment never ends.

I wake up in the middle of the night and I notice that we are in bed. I look at Marc, who sleeps steady and calmly. I slowly get up and I hope I not wake him up. I walk quietly to the living room and take a sheet and a pen from my bag, and start writing:

Marc & Jorge,

I had to leave. My mixed feelings for both of you are driving me crazy. I cannot decide for just one of you. I love both of you, so the only and real solution was escape. Escape from you. Escape from myself.
I have spent wonderful moments with both of you. With one of you I will be bound by a special memory forever.
I please you, to remain friends, allies. Please forget to old grudges and unpleasant occurrences. I will be watching your races and always cheer for both. In all cases, you will be the winners. My winners!
Never forget how much I love you.

Sara

I poured out my heart on paper, but I couldn't tell them about my pregnancy. This secret will not be told for a very long time.
I put the letter in the envelope and wrote on it that they should open and read it by both of them together. It was about five o'clock in the morning and soon my dad will come pick me up. I changed myself quietly, then I slowly and almost inaudibly stepped towards Marc and kissed him in goodbye.

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Sorry for a short part, I'll post it few more in next days. Thanks everyone for reading, voting, thanks for every comment and share.
Love.