The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Blue

Hunter placed a picnic mat on the floor with a basket filled with the food that the cook had prepared. It was a lovely place, the river banks; surrounded by lush greenery and a calm river. The sound of the birds added to the feeling, it was a good change from the city chaos. If Hunter wished we could stay here forever and I wouldn’t complain.

We’d gotten a perfect spot under the shade of a large tree. Hunter opened the basket and pulled out sandwiches and mini pizzas for the two of us. There was also a homemade cheesecake. I took a bite, the cheese, and the blackberries tasted heaven, so moist and gooey. I moaned and heard Hunter laugh. “She’s a great cook, isn’t she? Mary-Alix.”

I nodded earnestly. “Can she teach me to cook like her?”

“I’m sure she’d love to.”

“Can we stay here for a bit longer?”

“Do you mean the town or the river?” Hunter asked, grinning.

“Both,” I said taking a bite of the pizza.

“I have college in four days, love. The most I can push is a day forward. I also have some assignment I need to submit that I haven’t even started yet.”

“Assignment. Do you mean school work?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I can help you with that.” I offered.

“Thanks, but I’ve also been absent for a lot of time and that’s not showing well in my academic year reports. If it continues, I’m afraid I’ll have to repeat the classes.”

We washed that down with an equally refreshing lemonade drink. I rubbed the back of his neck and kissed him there. “You’ll be fine.”

“If you’re with me, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He said quickly.

The afternoon turned lazy, and the two of us lay on our backs staring at the sky above. I pointed at one cloud that looked like an animal. “Oh look, that’s a rabbit.”

Hunter’s eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated towards where I was pointing. “I don’t see it.”

“Look closely,” I insisted, “There’s the rabbit ears and his body.”

“Oh right, I saw it too.” He said but I wasn’t convinced he had. “Show me something you see.”

“You tell me what you see and then I’ll tell you what it is,” I said.

“Okay.”

I pointed at a cloud, “What’s that there?”

“Hmm...a banana?” He asked innocently.

“Look closely, Hunter.”

“A boat, maybe?”

“It’s your penis.”

“My wife’s mind is in the gutter,” Hunter admitted.

I laughed and then he commented, “not that I mind as long as her mind stays in the gutter just for me.”

“Well, it will always remain that way,” I said leaning atop his chest. His arm went around my waist and he pulled me closer.

the top of my head. “I love you so much.” He said in a low voice. I loved how he would keep telling he loved me every now and then like he wanted to constantly remind me in case

“I love you, too.”

not very keen on meeting strangers, but this

“Hmmm...I’m listening.”

for a barbecue dinner. He’s been my dad’s childhood friend. Is it okay for you, I mean it’s totally fine if

“I’ll go,” I said.

it wasn’t that difficult now that Hunter was always beside me,

day, Hannah was jokingly saying about how Hunter loved me so much that he would literally worship the ground I walked on, which was a little too much and it made me giddy but when I touched him,

of me that kind of wished Hunter could shape-shift into a Merman so we could go into my

The owners were an old couple who were so

remembered they had mentioned their last name, but I’d been so excited

and Mrs. Cookies,” I

back in confusion and Hunter was

and began devouring them. Jelly jam cookie, there was peanut butter, pumpkin chocolate, Oatmeal, Raisin cookie, chocolate chip and a few more but I forgot the

and I stepped back. He opened his mouth wide. I took a bite of my third Chocolate chip cookie and stared at him. “Why is your

it suddenly and pointed at the brown bag in my hands, “aren’t you

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

the cookies was satisfying. “They gave me the cookies. Not to you.” I

“One bite,” Hunter begged.

Huh.

was begging, maybe I should let him have a taste. I reached into the bag and pulled out my least favorite one

want to eat it

Gross. Who did that?

Apparently, Hunter did.

so I did that, next he brought his face close to mine, his fingers holding the back on my neck delicately as he tilted his face and nibbled the cookie slowly while it was still in my mouth,

chip, oatmeal, raisin, and peanut butter, all together. I love it. The cookie tastes better in your

what you started...”

“We’ve been going on for

come, right now.” I said. “Put your mouth

didn’t know what was so funny about me asking him that.

demanding side of

Hunter

moment I stared at her in surprise because I know another woman in her place would

men to have some telepathic powers to understand what

she wanted

the dresser. Slowly I reached for the hem of her dress and raised it to her thighs. She watched me with curious blue eyes as I hooked my fingers in her panties and peeled them away. I touched her soft folds and heard her sigh. She was wet,

back, her glorious blue hair splayed around her and

on me,

a twinge of guilt with the fact that I’d corrupted

me with eyes laced with desires and held my stare.

fingers teased her, and I would be joking if I said I

the dresser and glared at me, a very cute horny glare, “Put your mouth on me.

display of hornyness from Blue was making me laugh but for the first time I held it in. I didn’t want to

her legs apart and my tongue plunged into her, I made lazy strokes on her clitoris and brought her entire world crashing

that night, we watched an old movie together in the private movie theatre upstairs which was followed by dinner in the main dining area

up like a boy-scout, I could inherit this house one day. And I’d been adamant that I didn’t

come back here, settle down in this small town, inherit the house and raise my

empty plate thinking I’d probably missed something she wanted to tell me.

Strange...

I wasn’t aware about? If Blue said there were ghosts in this house, we

behavior, chalking it up as one of Blue’s many strange behaviors. It wasn’t like she was acting out of character anyway. My wife was different.

of it, I remembered her talking to herself when we were napping by the riverbanks, but my