“So, in the end, Mia was the first woman in your life,” whispers Eva. “You almost fooled me! I could have sworn it would be Irina, not Mia.”
“You’re in such a rush!” I say, stunned. “Why do you jump to conclusions so quickly? Don’t you want to let me tell the story myself? Fine! You tell it.”
“I’ll let you. Go on!”
“You’ve killed my mood,” I respond irritably. “Listen to her: ‘Mia!'”
“Well, wasn’t it Mia? Was it Irina?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. Don’t ever interrupt me when I’m telling a story. It drives me nuts. I’m going to take a bath.”
“I’ll take a bath too,” she laughs. “You’re not getting away that easily. We’ll splash around, and afterward, you can tell me. I promise to be as quiet as a mouse. No more questions.”
***
The waves are warm. Eva closes her eyes and lets her body be caressed by them. She splashes around naked, just like her mother did.
I like watching her. She looks like a sea goddess who has come ashore to lure mortals. But there’s only one poor soul on the shore, and yes, he’s about to be lured. I dive into the warm waves and swim, pretending not to notice her.
The girl’s small, perky breasts are aimed at me, and the siren named Eva looks at me through her eyelashes as if to say, “I know what you’re thinking! I know exactly what you’re thinking!”
I swim on my back. No wonder she knows what I’m thinking.
I get closer to her. Eva screams and splashes water at me, then laughs and says:
“Do you want to put that thing inside me? Are you crazy? Get that thought out of your head! Go find a mound of red ants. Don’t come near me!”
She doesn’t stand a chance. I grab her by the legs, pull her toward me, and we both fall underwater.
“Fine,” she says, spitting out a mouthful of salty water, “but you have to promise it’ll be quick. It won’t be too hard for you,” she adds, giggling.
“The hell it will! It’ll be a long torture like in the days of the Inquisition.”
“No!” she protests. “It’ll be quick, because you owe me the rest of the story, and I want to hear it all the way to the end. You’ll tell me everything today, right?”
“I promise it won’t be quick,” I say, grinning like a sadist. “I’ll torture you for hours. You’ll beg me to leave you alone.”
“Maybe!” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Or maybe you’ll beg me.”
She goes silent and pulls my head down to a small, firm breast. I hungrily kiss that nipple, and Eva sighs.
“Who do you want me to be?” she coos with her eyes closed. “Should I be Irina or Mia? Which one was first?”
I’m too busy and too deaf to bother giving her an answer. I move to the other breast and gently bite it, then lift her in my arms. She wraps her legs around me.
The waves hit us, but they aren’t strong enough to separate us.
I carry my precious burden onto the shore and gently lay her on the sand. We kiss for minutes. Eva’s lips are soft and taste like seawater. I feel like I’m going mad. If I don’t make love to her right now, I’ll completely lose my mind.
“Irina or Mia?” she moans in my ear. “Let’s play a game, shall we? Who would you like me to be?”
I manage to penetrate her a little, then go deeper and deeper. Loving her, I feel like I’m loving all the women in the world a little, that I’m plunging into them. She is, after all, Eva, the mother of all women! And she’s mine.
Her body trembles rhythmically under my assault.
“Just be Eva,” I pant, dizzy, then close my eyes and thrust even deeper into her warm belly. “Just… be a woman.”
Time loses all meaning. Eva is my ocean. I swim with all my being in the ocean she offers me, I lose myself in it. I have no other purpose in this world but to complete myself by conquering the body and soul of the woman beneath me. Nothing else exists.
I grab her hips, press her even tighter against me, and intensify my thrusts between her thighs. The girl caresses me feverishly, scratches me, she seems like a wild cat that has caught me in its claws.
“Ah!” she says.
“Ah”? Again, “Ah”? What the hell?
It’s enough to hear that, and my body shudders. In two, three movements I explode deep inside her and give her everything I have, absolutely everything.
Don’t say “Ah” anymore, you unlucky girl! Not so soon.
We separate our bodies and lie groaning on the sand.
“It was perfect,” says Eva with a breathless voice. “And this time it lasted much longer. About seven or eight seconds more, I think.”
I don’t have the strength to strangle her. I’m too tired. In fact, she can say anything, I don’t care. To me, she’s as good as nonexistent. I look at the sky.
Perfect, my ass. I know she’s lying, but what does it matter? For me, it was good enough and that’s all that counts.
“I said it was perfect,” Eva repeats.
“Yes, I heard you. I’m glad.”
“Now you have to say it was perfect too.”
“It was perfect, Eva.”
The girl looks at me surprised.
“You really didn’t like it?” she asks, confused.
“No. Not at all! Mature men don’t like sleeping with slender, supple twenty-year-old girls. It’s an elementary truth. Everyone knows that. But if you insist, I’ll put it in writing that it was perfect. I’ll sign it. Just let me catch my breath a bit.”
Eva looks at me without blinking. She has that fierce panther gaze again. Maybe I should get up from here.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Eva? What do you want?”
“Nothing,” she says calmly. “Did you know that after you have sex, you have the look of a cow hit between the eyes?”
“I knew. And you… you’re just like all the women in the world. All pussies are the same.”
“What a filthy bastard!” she huffs and gets up.
***
A few hours later, Eva comes back to me. She’s peaceful and sits cross-legged on the sand.
“I’m still not clear,” she says with a combative spirit. “In the end, was it Irina or was it Mia?
Which one was it?
Speak, man!”
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