Chapter 9
The grey dawn hovered over the calm ocean. The distinct line between the sky and water had all but disappeared. There were no more breaks of boundaries, all things had merged into one.
The two lone figures huddled against the cold just beneath the rocky cliff. Around their bodies they had put an old army blanket. There was a calm that existed between them that matched the silence of the grey sea.
Anne moved her naked leg away from Jim's. She had been awake now for an hour and had spent that hour staring without thought into the bleakness which lay before them. Her body ached with the bruises she had suffered at the hands of Jim the night before. But as much as the welts brought her flesh pain, her mind remained passive and silent. The screams which had invaded her thoughts were distinctly absent.
"Wake up, Jim ... it's almost daylight...."
Jim moaned. His naked body was welded with hers. He Slept with his head on her breast, and Anne enjoyed the feeling.
"Come on ... get up...." She moved his shoulder. Finally, his eyes opened and he smiled up at her. "You want to sleep here all day?"
"No...." He answered, now becomming aware of his own nudity and her body pressed against his. His thoughts traveled back to the evening as he tried to sort out the events which had led them to this place.
They had each felt the strange presence of the other at the dance the crushing grip of their hands had foretold of what lay ahead, yet each of them had proceeded without over verbalizing what they knew to be the future. At least the future of that particular night.
Together, feeling the excitement rising, they had walked along the moonlit road to the beach. The soft winds had been blowing and the night had been shining.
"You left Ben" Jim had said, looking out at the gently rolling surf.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter. He just tolerated me anyway."
"Is that why you came to him?"
Anne had looked down at the sand. Her black hair, hanging down across her thinly concealed breasts had looked beautiful in the soft light of the moon. Jim had felt a surge of love and affection for her.
"I didn't come here for him...." She said, now looking directly at Jim with her shining green eyes. Those eyes still mocked him, still exuded intelligence and a certain kind of dare. Jim had realized what she had been asking him for. It had been the first time that her eyes had not made him retreat.
"Jim" she began, her body straightening into a statue-like pose, "I want you. I want you any way I can ... it doesn't matter anymore."
The dance had flooded his mind as he remembered her telling him that maybe the scene he was into was 'strange.' Jim felt a throb in his throat, and his limbs suddenly felt weak. He didn't know if he could make it.
"I've got to go swimming" He said, pulling at his clothes.
"But the water must be freezing!" Anne complained, not wanting to be left alone on the sand.
"Dammit! I've got to ... first!"
"Okay, Jim, I'll wait...."
She sat on the sand and watched him as he ran into the water.
"My God!" Anne cried as he walked shivering and blue towards her, "you look like something from the ice age!"
"I love you!" He said, dropping into her lap.
She held him against her chest, rubbing his naked flesh vigorously, trying to get his blood moving again. Jim shook wildly, feeling as though his entire body would dissove with the shaking.
Anne reached down between his legs and held his penis. She rubbed the organ slowly, breathing heavily into his ear. "Maybe this'll help start the circulation...."
"Goddamit ... it's not working!!!"
Anne did not speak. Her eyes shone into his. She seemed ready to accept anything, to become a partner to him in any way that he wanted.
"Do what you have to, Jim, it's alright...."
This time, Jim sensed strongly what she was saying. He pushed her back onto the sand. She lay still as he ripped at her shirt and finally stripped it from her body. Her white breasts heaved with excitement as he took the nipples strongly between his fingers and ground them firmly.
"Oh yessss...." She moaned, pushing his hand tighter against her flesh.
Jim pulled her pants apart, then struggled to get the white material down accross her hips. Anne lay passive, not moving and not offering any help. Finally, he managed to rip the material from her. He stood up, panting and beginning to feel again.
He stared down at her white body. Her pubis was just a small, darkened triangle which hovered between closed thighs. Her stomach was flat and her waist narrow. In every way, she was perfect.
Anne held his eyes firmly locked into her own. As he reached down and picked up the seaweed. She barely felt the blow. She knew she could bear it as long as their eyes remained fixed together. If that was taken away, she knew that she would panic.
He stood above her and whipped her mercilessly. She spread her legs and arched herself up to him. Her pink lips were swollen and her cunt shone with her juices. She gripped the sand on either side of her and rocked her head back and forth.
"You Goddamn ... bitch ... bitch ...!!!" He cried over and over again as he brought the whip harder and harder against her smooth skin. The welts began to show, the bruises were becoming reality. Finally, the images of Lee began disappearing and the image of Anne, laying naked and spreadeagled filled his mind. He dropped the whip and fell between her legs.
Anne took him inside with more gratitude than she had ever felt for anything. Her hot lips parted as his cock slid deeply inside her teething vagina. As he pumped and stroked furiously over her, Anne finally closed her eyes and let herself go.
There was no more need for the eye contact which had been so important before.
They had fallen asleep in each others' arms, their bodies covered only by the old army blanket. Anne had been the first to hear the sirens. She had awakened Jim.
"Sounds Big!" She had said, looking out along the beach for some signs of a blaze.
"Leave it alone" he had said, "I don't give a damn if this whole fucking place burns to the ground."
He had brought her to him and they had gone peacefully to sleep. Jim would never know about the raging fire ten miles away in Wilson's Grove. Nor, would he know that his Mother had seen him as he had tried to eliminate her image from his mind. All Jim had wanted to know was that he was in the arms of someone he loved, and that the feelings were the first real ones he had had in nine months.
Jim had recovered from his thoughts of the night before. Anne was looking at him curiously, waiting for him to rejoin her.
"Welcome back to the land of the living ... I thought maybe you were going to wander all day
"Was I that bad?" Jim asked sheepishly.
"You looked worried and very serious. I don't know if I can take that kind of mood."
When she dropped the blanket from her shoulders, Jim gazed upon her breasts. She looked even more beautiful now than she had the night before. "You're gorgeous!"
"And I'm also stark naked! Shouldn't we get dressed?"
She threw the blanket off her body and began pulling on her clothes.
"What the Hell are we going to do?" He moaned, suddenly feeling the depression slipping around him like an unwanted coat.
Anne grinned broadly. She was lifting her blouse over her head and her breasts moved in perfect unison. "Don't worry about a thing, Jim. I've got it all figured out!"
"What do you mean you've got it all figured out? What about me?"
"Well," she said, reaching down and clasping his prick, "I mean you're included also ... if you want to be."
The scene was not working out properly. Anne was taking the lead, and would direct them. He resented it strongly, but did not know if he could manage without her. "Yes, I want to, you know that!"
Anne held his hand against her hair. She softened, because she knew what she was saying to him. "Let's get the Hell out of this trap.
She led Jim up the cliff and out towards the highway. Down the road, Jim could see the lights of the Motel.
But Anne held his hand tightly in hers. As they stood on the asphalt, waiting for the kind person who would take them North, They were both silent.
A new sedan finally stopped and a middle-aged Man with wire rim glasses and flowered bell bottoms opened the door for the young couple. He punched the accelerator to the floor, jammed another 'Stone's' cartridge into the tape deck and drove Jim away from the town of Seaside.