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7
FALLS
Miles
Holy fucking shit.
I watched the sky outside my room turn from black to purple and finally, excruciatingly, the first glimmer of blood orange spilled across the horizon.
My first night of vacation, staying in a massive suite in beautiful Kauai all by myself with no thought of work, and I hadn’t gotten a single iota of sleep. Instead, my mind filled with thoughts and images of Taylor. From the moment of that first kiss I found myself obsessed, unable to think or do anything else. Never in my entire life had a woman affected me as much as she did.
Hot damn!
After Taylor left me in the garden I walked around in a euphoric high that was part excitement, part fear, and one hundred ten percent horniness. Her sweet scent, hot lips, soft breasts, and the wettest, tightest goddamn pussy I had ever touched sent me reeling with sensory overload. My cock stayed hard for hours after, and it took a supreme amount of effort for me to not jerk off to those fresh memories.
Taylor, what have you done to me?
I roamed the halls, the garden, and the vicinity around the B&B until well past midnight, hoping I would see her again, touch her again, and do all kinds of things to her, but she was nowhere in sight. If I knew exactly what room she was staying in I was pretty sure I would have knocked and pleaded to be with her.
When I got back to my room I tried to sleep, but it was impossible. She made it impossible. At some level, deep in the recesses of my conscience, I knew it was wrong to obsess over someone more than half my age. She was eighteen, for christ’s sake, and my friend’s daughter on top of that. This was the worst sort of combination for a man my age to fall for, and yet I felt powerless to stop myself.
She was the addiction I never knew I had.
At around four in the morning I got up, took a shower, and put on my workout shorts, a t-shirt, and running shoes. I then planted a chair in the side of the room that looked over the eastern horizon, planted myself in the chair, and waited for sunrise.
When the first sliver of light finally punched through the darkness, I shot out of the chair, left my room, and bounded down the stairs. The place was quiet, and I didn’t see a single person. I stepped outside, turned left, and jogged along the thick shrubs that served as a perimeter wall to the B&B property. I had already staked out the entrance to the trail the night before, so I knew exactly where to go. When I saw the gap in the shrubs I entered the trampled path and emerged onto the trail.
John had mentioned it was about three miles from the house to the falls. That didn’t sound too bad, but I hadn’t run outdoors in years. My normal exercise routine consisted mostly of free weights and the occasional treadmill, so I started out at a light run. The last thing I needed was to drop dead before I reached the end of the trail, before I reached her.
A bite of coldness permeated the early morning, and the large, ancient-looking trees surrounding the trail made it even cooler. My body felt like an old clunker of a car wheezing through the streets after a cold start, but after a few minutes I seemed to have warmed up, my strides getting a good rhythm. I settled down to a comfortable pace and I began to enjoy the run for its own sake, the sound of my shoes hitting unpaved ground echoing around me, sending me into a calm, hypnotic trance.
This is actually nice.
Enjoying the solitude and the lush scenery around me, I felt at peace, and I began to truly appreciate being in Kauai.
My mind drifted back to the enigmatic young woman who had, without warning, suddenly filled every single waking thought I’ve had since I first saw her. I tried analyzing what was happening to me, but I found no clear explanation. I did feel like I’ve known her forever, but how was this possible? There was something at work here, something beyond what my rational thought could process, and it scared me.
Yes, I was afraid, but the magnetic pull I felt toward Taylor was stronger than my fear, and I just could not wait to see her again.
After a mile of staying relatively flat, the trail turned a corner and started getting steeper. I could feel the effect of the incline on my run. My breathing was the first to change as I struggled to push air in and out of lungs that were not conditioned to the task. Then I felt the burn in my legs. By the second mile mark I was gasping and wheezing, my speed reduced to a painful jog, until finally, reluctantly, I had to stop altogether. Doubled over, my hands grasping my knees, my vision going in and out of focus, I came to realize just how out of shape I was. Doubt seeped in. I peered at the trail, hoping to get a feel for how much longer I had to go, but a thick fog had rolled in and I could not see beyond a few yards.
Shit.
As I stared, something emerged out of the fog. A mirage in a white shirt and black leggings floated toward me, a single ponytail swaying back and forth behind it.
“There you are,” Taylor said, coming up to me. “I was wondering what was taking you so long. Are you okay?”
I straightened up and smiled through lungs that were on fire.
“I’m fine,” I lied.
Without the least bit of inhibition, she wrapped her arms around my neck and give me a big, wet kiss. Just like that, all of the tiredness and soreness melted away, my body suddenly infused with new strength.
“It’s not far. Can you hear it? The falls?”
I tilted my neck, tried to listen past the thundering roar of my heart, and shook my head. As I did so, the faintest, unmistakable sound of running water floated up to my ears.
“Yes. Yes, I hear it.”
