If I think about it from one point of view – that if Tall French didn’t show up, it would’ve been a week of me traveling Crete and Santorini alone, earbuds firmly buried into my ear canals during solo, anti-social dinners at old fashioned tavernas; taking necessary selfies at each place, beach, Cliffside resort; falling asleep reading my iPad since every single hotel had shitty wifi and therefore, no Netflix.
So from that point of view, it’s good she came. We split most things, car rentals and decent hotels and dinners where we ordered one main and twenty appetizers (though I had to coerce her to not be vegetarian for the week – any idea how hard it is to get a Muslim to eat pork? Well, I don’t know either, it was easy). We had lots of sex, lots of loud fucking that the neighbours must’ve heard but we just couldn’t stop, couldn’t hold back the ecstasy of it.
Let me talk about the sex more.
God, she has a porn star body. I hate that when I want to say a woman has a great body, I have to say she has a porn star body, but I suppose it makes sense because porn stars, out of any human beings on the planet, need to have perfect bodies made to grab and suck and fondle during sex. So that was her body. She’s not tight – there aren’t any rippling abdomen muscles and exposed veins – but she has definition on her stomach and wide hips and girly shoulders and these voluptuous breasts that hang just perfectly off of her clavicle. The perfect colour of a light-skinned Algerian or dark-skinned Parisian.
Everything was proportioned perfectly, in a comic book way: big tits, small waist, big ass, long legs. She’s how I used to draw women in my sketchbooks when I was a 14-year old teenager full or raging hormones, wishing I could put my mouth on a body like this.
She may very well have the best body that I’ve ever had sex with. She could be number one, but it’s one of those things where you can’t award 10/10 just out of principle, you know? 9.5/10. Half a mark off for curly hair (or something).
The way she had sex was to sit on top of me and grind, hard, in a back and forth motion (why did I say that, does anyone go side-to-side?). She would do that and I would match her movement, sometimes going the same way and sometimes the complete opposite, whatever my instincts nudged me to do. When she would bear down her hips, I would raise mine, and our fucking pelvic bones would be rubbing with so much friction that I swear I could smell smoke.
She would climax immediately, and then three more times, with more minutes passing between each successive orgasm. Often I would climax at the same time as her last orgasm, like some ridiculous Hollywood movie.
One time she stopped, mid-fuck, with tears in her eyes. She said she was scared. Third time this has happened to me. What is this? What sensation does a woman feel that makes her want to stop? The next time, we fucked through this wall, and she went from hard grinding to soft, fucking like we needed to be covert, silent. I sat up on the bed and she sat up on me, holding onto my neck and back so tightly that our bodies couldn’t move independently. We just sat there, undulating rhythmically. No in-and-out, no back-and-forth; just fucking to the small movements of our heart beats (really) with her speaking unintelligible French into my ear. It was like an artsy music video, fucking in the back of a Volkswagen in the rain, sweating, trying not to awake the people outside. Her eyes rolled back and she didn’t care about kissing anymore.
She came and cried at the same time. Cried.
We rolled over on the bed and she stared at me with her big, dark eyes with eyelash extensions and thick mascara. “I’ve never felt that before.”
“I didn’t really do anything,” I said. I hated being special. I never wanted to be the first anything to a woman.
I ruined her moment and breathed a sigh of relief that I did. I didn’t like the conversation and especially where it could end up. It was too real, too much. Too off my plan (what plan?). I just didn’t want it to be anything but two people fucking in a hotel on the Greek island of Crete.
She rolled over and went to sleep.