It was a perfect summer day. Too perfect in my mind, at least. And there she was. Perfect yellow string bikini. Perfect tan. Perfect blue-green eyes. Perfect long brown hair that carressed her ass. Perfect every thing. I mean, I couldn't help myself. She was teasing me, from the time our eyes met and she gave me that wayward smile, to the time it all fell apart. But even before then, it was so perfect. I guess. Maybe that was the lust talking though. Maybe that's why it ended up the way it did. I mean, it wasn't MY fault that she was always tempting me. It was all her fault. Every last bit of it.
Right? I mean, she's the one who talked her parents into letting me whisk her off to the forbidden part of the resort. It was all her fault! And now, it's even worse. Now she's completely gone. That perfect day ruined. Ruined under lust. Under everything I thought I would never end up becoming. Under the monster that hid deep within my soul.
We had gone out like we were planning. I guess she didn't expect me to actually take her to the forbidden part of the resort, she was much more resourceful than that, wasn't she? The sand was white, and the sky was clear and the ocean was a bright blue. That was in the afternoon. Then the two sun chairs were no longer being used, and the towel under us became rumpled. And she then let me in.
Only, I didn't stop when she asked. And she begged, and I forced myself on top, I made her struggle. All because of that yellow bikini and those eyes starving for attention. It was easy. Fuck her, then leave. But once I started going and she started screaming and crying, her perfect blue-green eyes turning red, it was too much. Way too much. The moment, at the time, seemed perfect. Perfect sex at the sunset on the beach. The umbrella shielding us from the rain that might pour down.
But she didn't want it. She would have no part in it. So I broke a beer bottle on her head. She was only knocked out, still breathing though. I mean, it really wasn't my fault. She should've just let me do what I wanted! She shouldn't have teased me in that yellow bikini and the smile that led me so wayward. She shouldn't have trusted me. Because now, here I sit, covered in her blood as her last breath escapes her perfect, plump lips and her heart beat slowly stops.
I only wanted a little fun. I mean, I didn't expect anything else to happen. She drove me crazy. She had me begging for her body to be against my own delicate skin. And for what? The white sand is covered in her blood. The sun was slowly starting to rise. Soon it would be a police frenzy, the girl who went missing. But, for now, it's just me and her sitting under the white umbrella and staring off into that bright blue ocean, towels buried under the sand, and her cold hand interlaced with mine. Maybe I was crazy, and maybe I am crazy, but for now, although she's dead, it's perfect.
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