MIDNIGHT SWIM

My husband Paul and I had a wonderful wedding. I felt 
like a Princess in a fairy tale all day long. I was 
radiant with it. I wore my silk and satin wedding dress 
and felt... complete. Nine months is a long time to be 
engaged. 

Did I say I felt complete? That isn't entirely true. I 
wore virginal white for a reason. I couldn't wait to 
consummate our marriage. In fact, I was so hot for it, 
I'd have done it on that big cathedral alter right 
after the kissing part. With everyone watching. And the 
photographer taking pictures, even. I was so excited; 
you have no idea. 

But... There was the reception, and that excited me 
too. There was dancing, gifts, hugs and kisses from 
friends and long lost cousins, a big wedding cake to 
cut, and cases of sweet champagne. Lots of champagne. 
Just ask my new husband, if you could. He passed out 
under the table with his best friend, snoring side-by-
side while I sat there, tapping my foot and 
occasionally kicking him. 

Oh, they roused him long enough to stumble around the 
dance floor with me once, and drink a few more bottles, 
but he was done. His parents felt bad, I could tell, 
and my own father sat close to me, trying to console 
me. But it was raining on my wedding day. Raining in my 
heart. And as I sat there, it was raining on my rosy 
cheeks. 

Some friends managed to carry Paul upstairs, into the 
Bridal Suite and get him into bed, still wearing his 
tuxedo. I tried to occupy myself with composing thank 
you notes on hotel stationary at the desk, but it was 
no good. All I could think about was what a bastard 
Paul was for doing this to me on my wedding day. 

Around midnight, after he'd been lying there for a 
couple hours, I checked to see if I could wake him up. 
I didn't want to yell or scream, or make a fuss, 
although I was certain I had a right to. I didn't even 
want to talk. I just wanted him to finish the job, make 
me a woman finally after 21 years of childhood. I 
didn't expect the sex to be good anyway. I figured it 
would hurt when he broke my hymen, all my friends had 
warned me. But they'd also told me it would feel good 
too, later. I could wait for later to feel good, but I 
was married today! I wanted to feel married! 

I shook him and slapped his handsome face a little, but 
he was out cold. I unzipped his trousers and reached 
inside for his penis, thinking maybe I could breathe 
some life into it and finish the job myself. I wasn't 
very good at giving head. I was never into it very 
much, but I'd done it a couple times on special 
occasions, like Paul's birthday. So, I gritted my 
teeth, figuratively speaking of course, and bent to my 
task. 

I sucked and licked and squeezed that little wiener for 
half an hour, but it was no use. It just flopped around 
in my hand like a wet noodle. I was almost crying with 
frustration. I admit I do have a bit of a temper, but I 
still shouldn't have punched his balls so hard. After 
all, Paul would wake up eventually and make love to me. 
If I hurt him too badly though, it might be a few days, 
and that would only frustrate me even more. This 
weighed on my mind, but I decided I was starting to 
like being frustrated, and I punched him again. All he 
did was roll over and curl up with a groan. 

I should have just gone to sleep then. The Bridal Suite 
was nice and came with a spare bedroom, although I 
couldn't figure out why that should be. It was a Bridal 
Suite! Anyway, I didn't go to sleep. I decided I needed 
to work some of that anger out of me, because I was 
starting to think maybe I should castrate him. And why 
not? My wedding felt castrated, our marriage impotent! 
But no, I did love him. He was my husband now. And I 
wanted kids. I was ovulating right on schedule and that 
was frustrating too. 

I've always been a swimmer. Not a very good one, true, 
but I loved the water. It was clean, healthy, and it 
gave me a body that I was quite proud of. I decided I'd 
go swimming, burn off the energy and relax and think 
about just the good things that had happened that day. 
I was almost smiling as I retrieved my brand new little 
orange bikini and put it on. I hung up my wedding dress 
carefully, grabbed a towel and the key and padded out 
of the room barefoot. If my husband woke up and 
wondered where I was in the middle of the night, well, 
good for him! 

There was a sign saying that the pool was closed after 
10pm, but I ignored that. The door was open anyway and 
I just walked in. If they wanted to close it, 
well...they should have closed it! The pool was on the 
roof, covered by a glass dome and the lights were all 
turned off except for the bright bluish lamps in the 
pool itself. There were tropical plants and deck 
chairs, and it was quite warm. One could almost imagine 
being someplace nice, on some island paradise beneath 
the stars. It was beautiful and just what I needed. 

There was another sign, as I walked up the short steps 
to the pool proper. It had all the rules on it, like no 
glass, no running, no shoes, etc. And another one too, 
the kind that flips around, and that one said 'Swim at 
Your Own Risk' and 'No Lifeguard On Duty' ...So I kind 
of wondered why there was someone sitting in the little 
lifeguard stand. Especially since it was midnight and 
the pool was closed anyway. 

I stopped when I saw him and stared in that dim light. 
He looked like he'd just walked off the beach, all 
muscles and short blonde hair, bleached by the sun. 
Definitely out of place for this town! I thought about 
turning around, but the only place I could have gone 
was back to my room. I didn't want to go back there. So 
I stood there a dozen feet away or so, until he noticed 
me. Or at least until he decided to speak, I had the 
feeling he'd noticed me since I'd walked in. 

"Pool's closed," he said. 

"The door was open," I tried. "I thought maybe it would 
be okay." I smiled hopefully. "It's my wedding day." 

Everyone else had treated me so special all day long, 
why wouldn't he? You only had one wedding day, well, I 
hoped so anyway, and so I should be able to do what I 
wanted, right? I became conscious of my body as the man 
looked at me. Usually I wore a one-piece bathing suit, 
and even then wrapped a towel around my waist, just 
because it seemed very immodest to walk around showing 
too much. But here I was in a very small bikini that 
I'd bought to tease my husband and I was just carrying 
the towel. 

I started thinking maybe I should just go back to my 
room. 

"Married, huh?" He was still staring at me, not ashamed 
at all to be so forward about it. He took in my tall 
slender body, the swell of my large full breasts that 
were barely contained in the flimsy material, The taut 
pale skin of my tummy and the little swell of my sex as 
it was cupped tightly by my bikini bottom. I brought a 
hand to my long black hair, and brushed it back a 
little bravely. Staring at him with my green eyes. 

"Yeah, just today." I felt a little warbling sensation 
in my belly. A little hint of something undefined and I 
had the sudden realization that I didn't really mind 
this stranger staring at me. My new husband had never 
looked at me this way, I thought, which perhaps went a 
long way towards explaining why he was passed out 
instead of taking my virginity like he was supposed to 
be doing. 

"How come you're not with your husband then?" He 
started getting down from the chair. It was only a 
couple feet above the floor, 2 wooden steps that 
creaked softly as he moved. He was wearing red swim 
trunks, the Speedo kind, that hugged his loins very 
nicely and showed a rather dominant bulge. I tried not 
to look, honestly, but how could I not? Please! It was 
like a magnet. 

"He's in our room, resting." I moved the towel in front 
of me, holding it with both hands as if to protect my 
chaste intentions. 

"Oh." The man nodded and I could see his eyes now, a 
soft brown that looked terribly amused. "You don't look 
tired." 

"No, I-I... had a lot of energy, you know. Excitement 
and I just thought I'd work it out." I was nodding as 
if my body were trying to agree with what I was saying. 

He walked closer and I could see his skin, smooth and 
bronzed like a God. He was tall, easily over six feet 
and he looked down at me, standing very close in front 
of me now. He smelled like...cocoa butter. It was a 
sweet fragrance that seemed to permeate the air, my 
very senses. I swallowed nervously. 

"Well, I won't stop you." He smiled and his teeth were 
perfect, like they had to be. "I'll just close the 
door. You wouldn't want someone to catch you" he 
started walking away, "breaking the rules." 

I let out the breath I was holding and decided I'd be 
safer in the water than standing there with him. I was 
itchy all over; particularly my nipples and I looked 
down with an embarrassed frown as I realized they were 
hard as pebbles and plainly visibly through my suit. I 
knew that he'd seen them and I blushed madly. 

I put my towel on a little round table and stepped into 
the pool, walking down submerged steps into the shallow 
end. The water was warm and perfect and I felt better 
immediately, even if it only barely came up to my hips. 
I heard the door close and little ka-chunk sound as the 
deadbolt was locked. That made me look up and I 
wondered if I should really be in there with a strange 
man, just the two of us alone. 

I suppose under normal circumstance I'd have left. But 
nothing felt normal. I had been wound up tight all day, 
with one anticipation after another, reveling in their 
fulfillments, all except for the last. My body wanted 
more and my mind...? I didn't know. 

I saw the man returning, walking slowly as he emerged 
from the far shadows into the lighted pool area and I 
immediately started moving into the deeper water. I 
would just ignore him, I thought. If he liked looking 
at me, which he obviously did, then I couldn't help 
that. I even tried to deny the perverse pleasure I felt 
at knowing he was attracted to me. That precious quiver 
in my belly when I saw the look in his eyes as they 
roamed across my skin had been wonderful. I had liked 
it a lot. But looking was just looking, I told myself, 
and that was all. 

I swam lazily; paddling slowly through the placid 
waters and feeling my muscles stretch and loosen. I had 
been under a lot of stress, and this was just what I'd 
needed. But the man was never far from my mind and I'd 
turn my head to look at him occasionally, trying to 
pretend I wasn't, and I felt pride in myself. I'd 
perhaps lost a little self-esteem when my new husband 
had so unceremoniously passed out. As if that was 
evidence of some horrible disinterest. At least if he 
didn't want me, this handsome stranger did, and that 
wicked thought consoled me. Even if I couldn't let 
anything else happen, that was enough. 

I'd been stared at before, of course. I knew men found 
me attractive, and some of them had even approached me, 
propositioning me with everything from dinner to 
breakfast. But those times had been different, I hadn't 
been married, and this was a new experience. My 
previous refusals of other men had been based on a 
choice I no longer had. My mind worried that over, 
while I turned my body over, so I could float on my 
back and stare at the reflection of myself on that 
bright blue water. I felt a little trapped, I realized, 
as though I'd given something important up when I'd 
taken those vows such a short time before. Caught like 
a girl in a spoon-shaped mirror, upside down and 
backwards. Nothing made sense and I didn't know why. 
That was the worst of it. 

I soon chastised myself mentally though. I had given up 
some freedom perhaps, but I'd gained so much more. I 
decided I was happy with the compromise and that was 
when I think I finally forgave my husband his foolish 
behavior. I loved Paul dearly and being here alone 
while he slept in our wedding bed was not what I 
wanted, but it was part of the '...for better or for 
worse' part of my promise. In the morning, hung over or 
not, Paul would make me a real wife. I smiled at the 
thought. 

"Wha...!?" 

I drew a sharp breath and suddenly floundered in the 
water as I felt someone touch me, just barely on one of 
my outstretched hands. It was the stranger. I'd 
forgotten all about him somehow in those few quiet 
minutes of reflection. But he hadn't forgotten me. 

"Sorry," he smiled as he treaded water next to me. "I 
didn't mean to frighten you." 

I was treading water as well, my hair spread out around 
me like a dark stain, kicking with my feet and waving 
my arms slowly in the deep end of the pool. "I didn't 
know you were there." I blinked some water from eyes. 
"I was just... thinking... about things." 

"A new wife, I can understand that." He was circling me 
slowly so I had to spin a little, pushing with my hands 
against the water to keep him in front of me. "I just 
don't understand why your new husband would let someone 
as beautiful as you out alone." 

I stared at him, shaking my head a little. "He trusts 
me." 

"A man should trust his wife." He moved a little closer 
and I could feel the soft ripples caused by his motion 
caressing my skin. "But he should also keep her very 
close. Protect her." 

I started feeling that quiver again. His voice was soft 
and soothing and his eyes seemed to warm my face as he 
looked at me. What was going on? I needed to swim away, 
right then, to get out of the pool and go back to my 
room. But I didn't. So I did the next best thing and 
tried to change the subject away from me. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. "Are you a 
guest?" 

"No." He shook his head. "I'm just the lifeguard. I 
come here sometimes, late at night. It helps me think." 

"And what do you think about?" I smiled without really 
knowing why. 

"Just...thoughts." He was very close now and every once 
in awhile our arms or our feet would touch, just for a 
second. It was like the water was charged with 
electricity when it happened and I felt myself growing 
warmer. 

"Have you ever saved anyone?" I asked and my voice was 
very soft. I was panting almost, and not entirely from 
the effort of moving my arms and legs. 

"I could save you." He whispered and smiled as though 
he were teasing me somehow. 

"I didn't know I needed saving." I laughed at his 
words. 

I felt his hand touching my bare thigh as it moved 
under the water, my legs churning as though riding a 
loose and wobbly bicycle. 

"Don't." I said gently. But his hand stayed there, 
rubbing my skin and he slid his body next to me, 
pushing us to the side of the pool. "Please." I added, 
looking into his beautiful eyes. 

"Shhhh..." His face was so close our lips were almost 
touching. "I'm saving you." 

His body was against mine and I stopped moving my legs, 
leaning back and spreading them around his waist. My 
pelvis rubbed the hard warmth of his stomach as he 
pushed us slowly, effortlessly. I rowed my hands, 
keeping my head above the water, leaning back and 
looking up at his face while he kicked and pushed and 
swam for both of us. 

"I should..." I started weakly. "I need to go, I need 
to...to see if my husband..." 

"I know." He nodded and I felt the hardness of the 
concrete behind me, touching it with my fingertips, 
grabbing it as the rest of my body caught up. 

I was backed up until the edge of the pool trapped me 
completely to this stranger's body. There was a narrow 
ledge running around it, 5 feet deep or so, and he 
stood on it with my legs still wrapped around his hips. 
I could feel the hardness of his manhood trapped within 
his suit, like a hard rounded bulge that he pressed to 
my hidden sex. His hands caught the little gutter just 
above the surface of the water and he held it so that I 
could hold him. 

"I'm married." I whispered and my eyes were full of 
pain. I couldn't do this, didn't he understand? He had 
to let me go. It wasn't fair. I didn't want this. Even 
as I felt the excitement surging from my fingertips all 
the way down to my toes, my nipples hard and burning, 
my virgin sex aching as it had never done before... 
Even beyond that, I knew this was wrong. 

The stranger just looked at me. "I know." 

He could save me, I understood it in that long moment 
between wanting and having, and he could save me. He 
could push himself away and let me go. I told him this 
with my eyes, I promised him a thousand words of 
gratitude, if he'd just do that one thing. If he'd be 
strong enough for both of us. I was drowning. My arms 
around his neck, my legs around his waist. My body 
trying to kill me with its instinctive response. But he 
could let me live. 

"Please," I whispered and then he was kissing me. 

I hated it. I hated the way my mouth opened for him, my 
head turning as his lips found mine. The way his tongue 
penetrated me so easily, touching me inside. Moving 
over mine, around it, urging me to respond. I hated the 
way my body moved then, the little motion of my hips, 
rubbing up and down. My breasts seemed to swell and I 
crushed myself against him, feeling the pressure on my 
nipples and moaning with the pleasure of it. I hated 
the way he stood there, just kissing me, not moving. He 
held the edge of the pool and let me rub myself against 
him. I hated myself. 

"Take off your top," he breathed. 

I did it, with nimble urgent fingers, fairly ripping at 
the strings behind my back. The bit of orange floated 
languidly away and I watched it while he bent his mouth 
to kiss my breasts. I cradled his head to me, gasping 
at the sensation of his lips sucking and then moaning 
at his teeth biting. 

I was feverish, burning from within and there was no 
relief. Every part of me that he touched cried out for 
more, and those places he did not ached with painful 
neglect. I had brief blurry memories of the day. 
Flashes of myself in the mirror, dressing for my 
wedding. The ring on my finger, the strobe of the 
photographer's camera. Of my husband, tall and regal 
and handsome. I wept and clawed at this stranger's back 
as he suckled me, breathing fire into my body even as 
my mind sought to extinguish it. I was drowning, 
gasping for air, sinking...sinking. 

"Take me out," his voice was in my ear, hot and wet and 
intoxicating. I reached down between us, hooking my 
thumbs in his suit, moving by touch alone as I shut my 
eyes to that awful moment. His tongue caressed my ear 
and then his mouth, touching and biting. I felt his 
hardness, strong and large and deliberate. 

I was weeping then. Soft tears running slowly from my 
eyes, one by one by one. I took his penis in one hand 
and pulled aside my bikini bottoms with the other, 
trembling all over. I was so frightened suddenly, 
terrified by the overpowering of want. My sex demanded 
it, like a will of it's own seizing my senses. I felt 
nothing but the desire between my legs. The burning 
emptiness to be filled, finally and completely. I 
pressed the head of him to my opening, moving it back 
and forth, catching me, splitting me as he pushed. 

"Oh!" I screamed, but it sounded only as a whisper 
across that placid pond. I shivered and gripped him 
tightly, digging my heels into the small of his back. 
His hardness surged into me, stretching me and finding 
the soft thin blockage of my hymen. He paused as he 
realized what he'd felt and kissed me hard so that I 
opened my eyes, looking into those of a man I did not 
know. He thrust and tore my flesh, and I did scream, 
muffled and uselessly into his mouth. He drank it, 
breathed my pain and fear and betrayal, while his cock 
bathed in my virginal blood. 

It was a glorious pain. Sharp and quick and it brought 
with it a climax to rend my soul. I had lost something, 
given something away that I should not have. I moved 
with him, rocking my body and groaning. I begged him to 
make love to me, to thrust himself over and over inside 
me. I clung to him desperately, as if he were my 
husband and I his eager bride. I felt shame and horror 
at my pleasure, but made no effort to stop. If anything 
I became even more enthusiastic as the pain and 
discomfort faded, though never entirely disappeared. I 
hoped it never would; I wanted to remember that 
sensation forever. 

"Do you want me to pull out?" He asked me, and then 
again as I hadn't responded. "I'm going to cum." 

"N-no please... inside me I want it... to feel it... my 
first time," I breathed, biting my lips and grinding my 
sex to him. I had gone so far, too far, but this was 
what I wanted. God help me, I needed it so badly. To be 
complete on my wedding night. I crushed my breasts to 
his chest, kissing him again, whispering encouragement 
to fill my womb with his seed. And as I sensed, rather 
than truly felt that sudden spreading warmth of his 
semen inside me, I drowned utterly in my last best 
orgasm of the night. 

With his stiff penis still inside me, still throbbing 
his ejaculate into my fertile womb, we pushed suddenly 
off the wall. I kept my arms and legs around him, 
oblivious to it. My heart was pounding and my lungs 
heaved as my body surrendered. I was a woman now. Not a 
child. Married and impregnated, I was sure. I hoped, I 
dreamed, and all of those thoughts were part of it, 
tendrils of the ecstasy that seized me. 

It was only slowly that I realized we'd drifted away 
from safety, our bodies entwined, sinking. Our heads 
went underwater and I took a mouthful of water, choking 
on it suddenly and coughing bubbles around our faces. I 
struggled and wondered why he was holding me. He'd 
wrapped his arms around me, while I'd let go, reaching 
instinctively for the surface as it stretched away 
above us. My legs tried to use him and his penis was 
still urgently erect, still inside of me as I kicked. 
But instead of being freed of it, of him, he only 
pulled me closer making love to me still even as we 
slowly fell. 

I stared at him under the water, flailing, struggling, 
fighting his embrace as we sank deeper. I felt the 
pressure of the water on my face, not unpleasant, but 
frightening me. My feet touched the sloping bottom, and 
our weight pulled us to the center of the pool. His 
hardness was an ache in my womb, I was more aware of it 
than ever, and I felt that if I could lift myself from 
that penetration I would be free. But every movement I 
made seemed designed to push him deeper, to work that 
betrayal deeper in my spoiled sex. 

I felt my lungs beginning to burn, heaving as I kept my 
mouth shut and fought to avoid taking that last deep 
breath my body wanted. I wasted energy punching at the 
man, pulling at his arms and legs while he watched me. 
My heart was pounding in my ears and I didn't 
understand. I didn't know why he was doing this. I 
couldn't even ask him. That was the worst. The never 
knowing why. 

I wondered if I could hold my breath as long as he 
could. He was twice my size and I'd been fighting, but 
I stopped. I relaxed in his arms. Let me go I pleaded 
silently. Using my eyes, my smile in the bottom of that 
bright blue pool. I stroked his skin. You can save me, 
I told him, you can be strong enough for both of us. 
Let us go, please. I couldn't tell if I was crying, but 
I thought I was. I felt like I was. I put my face next 
to his, staring into his soft brown eyes, begging him 
to let our baby live. 

A strange serenity came then as my body spasmed and my 
lungs betrayed me finally. I took a great breath of 
water. I shook violently and looked at him with 
surprise, and then there was calm again. As though it 
had never happened. I felt his penis throb and swell 
and once more empty inside my body. How remarkable, I 
thought, that the last thing I should feel would be 
this. He withdrew slowly and let me go and I never saw 
him again.