CHRISTOPHER

“... So happy birthday......” "Thanks, Fred...” "You did hear what I told you... Right?" Hmm. “Of course...” I heard the snort of my longtime friend, Alfred Marton, and without seeing it, I knew he had an exasperation grimace on his face. We had known each other since we were 13 after he saved me from a fight on the streets on The Bronx. I still had a small scar on my right cheekbone thanks to the stitches I received that day. But contrary to what you might think, I come from a rich family in Manhattan, although I have always hated that pompous atmosphere my family environment loved, that's why I used to roam all over New York whenever I could, and that's how I got into trouble with multiple teenagers at once. I was always considered the black sheep of the family and not because of my bad character, disrespect or because I was a bad kid, but actually because of my physical appearance. Get an idea why: I

"Follow me this way, Mr. Royce," a petite brunette said, leading me through an Asian themed hallway. There was a small waterfall of porous stones that protruded from the wall at the end of the hall and a mixture of smells that made you feel transported as if you were floating, add to that the instrumental music that came from ceiling speakers. "We’re here, sir," we stopped at a closed door. I realized she was looking at me with some fear, making me feel uncomfortable at that fact. Maybe if I told her how much I had in my bank account she would see me with some interest and not fear that I would slip some of her Chinese ornaments into the pocket of my ridiculously short robe that made me feel completely exposed. "You're not Helena," I said hopefully, "Are you unoccupied then? You could make the change?” The girl looked at me confused and then smiled at me with amusement. "I'm Candace," she answered still smiling, "And I don't do

This couldn't keep happening to me. I popped my head out of the water and started gasping for air. "Soon you’ll be able to stay on the board," said Kailani, my surf instructor. “Yeah, sure,” I answered pushing myself once more to get on the table “I don't think this is for me, Kailani.” "We've only been on this for an hour, Roy,” he said patting me on the back. "You just have to keep your balance and let yourself go... Come on, here comes a good one." How the hell did that man know it was a good wave? I hadn’t the slightest idea, I only knew how to fall, be rolled by the waves and swallow water. I got into position and waited for the ideal moment to get back up and end up being dragged again. “Forget this!” I exclaimed when I returned to the surface, "I refuse to try again, God... I'm so tired!" I heard his laugh as I came out of the water and threw on the sand. "I have a better idea," he said sitting down next

I covered Helena's mouth when I felt her shudder against me. "Don't you dare laugh," I said almost without a voice against her ear, "They're going to discover us...” She shook her head, released my sex, and set about adjusting my clothes in the process. "Man, it's all dark and believe me I'm not going to go near there," one of the men remarked a few meters from us. “What if it's a snake?” The other exclaimed excitedly. “Exactly, idiot!” I felt something wet touch the fingers covering her mouth and was surprised to find that she was crying. My heart began to hammer even harder in my chest at the thought of me hurting her. "Then we better get away, right?" The other idiot continued saying “I know those things jump several feet...” I heard them walking away and when I didn't hear any more noises, I removed my hand. “Did I hurt you?” I asked when I saw that she re

"Hmm…" I felt her nails gently scratching my scalp as she continued making those soft sounds. I kept my eyes closed and kept my face buried between her breasts for fear of what would happen when I moved. Could I be more stupid and weak? This shouldn’t have happened, at least not this way, so resigned, I turned away from her, lying on my back with one arm covering my face in shame. I was really ashamed of myself at that poor performance and it's not like I could tell without further embarrassment that it had been about three years since I last had sex. I felt her hand gently caressing my chest, but I couldn't turn to see her. I knew what she would say to me; she would mock, or possibly ask me not to see her again while I was here. If she'd put the poor bastard who worked with her aside, I guess it would make it easier with me. "Chris..." her voice sounded languid and light "That was...” "I know," I mumbled gettin