Teardrops are a collection of short, slightly sad stories (but remember, there are tears of joy and of love), that exist for a brief moment before they are wiped, and shed every Sunday. Or when they are ready, whichever comes last...


by Antheros

I touched his skin by accident. I was just moving my arm around and I happened to touch him. He had just walked out of the sun, and his skin was extremely hot, burning with the tan and the sun. I was so surprised that I let my hand there, while I looked at him. He just smiled me, and I didn't know what to do. Did he know that he had me right then? He walked away, with his two friends, went for the bar. He didn't even say ``hi''. I suddenly was not so talkative, and I stole glances in his direction. God, how could simply brushing my hand against his skin have such an effect? He had black hair, a dark skin with a whole summer-long tan, the body of a swimmer, and the attitude of someone to whom life is a big picnic. He caught me staring at him once, and I turned my eyes away. I think I blushed, I felt my cheeks burning. Then he walked out.

I convinced my friends to walk out too, hoping I could see him again. But I didn't know where he had gone to.

He found me later, when I was coming back to the beach. I stopped to look at a shop window, and when I started to walk again I bumped into him. He just smiled again, this time even more. I wanted to apologize, I wanted to touch him again and see if he could really be that hot. ``We keep bumping into each other,'' he said. I knew that this time he came closer on purpose, and I just giggled, I guess. I let him do it all, trying not to ask him to take me to a bed at that instant. He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere later, there was a cool bar close to the beach. I agreed to meet him there, later.

I arrived with my friends, late, not because I wanted to, but because they wanted to. They made fun of me, my big date and everything, I didn't mind. He was there, I was torn between going over and saying hi or letting him come to me, but he saw me and came. He said hi to all my friends, asked us to join his friends, who would probably be very happy with the mini skirts and short tops, even though we were wearing even less a few hours ago. He played with me, flirting with Nicole until I wanted to punch both; then he was all sweet and only had eyes for me. He knew he had me. He asked me about some place, if I had seen it. I said no, and he offered to show me. ``It's near here.'' I didn't need another excuse, and I followed him. The night was dark, a storm was approaching from the north, the wind was strong and carried a cold touch.

``It's going to rain,'' he said. In less than three blocks were kissing, and yes, he was warm and firm. He took me to a construction, abandoned during the high season, and empty. I didn't mind, not tonight, I just let him, and he took my clothes off in a blink, kissing my breasts, pushing his shorts down and making me sit on some bench, legs spread and soon around him. I touched his stomach, the six-pack clearly defined, and warm, very warm against the wind, feeling him inside me. It was over too soon, before I could enjoy it. I brought him closer to me, made he kiss my body, feeling him wherever he touched me.

``The storm is coming, we better hurry,'' he said, picking my clothes from the floor, wanting to go back to the bar. Gosh, such a clueless prick.

12 Jun 2005