24. The Morning After - Reverse Cowgirl Style (Vista part 3)
The morning seemed to arrive extra early. Sleeping on the settee to keep an eye on Vista didn't help either. My body was stiff and sore and my head felt like it was going to explode. I found the aspirin through bloodshot, bleary eyes and stumbled around making coffee. I pulled some breakfast sausage from the freezer and fired up the stove.
I lit a cigarette and perched on the edge of the bed. Vista was still the most beautiful thing in my world and she was still breathing. As I took a drag on my smoke, she groaned and shifted position. I watched intently as her eyes very slowly fluttered open. They had lost their iridescense, now a bloodshot murky blue.
"Good morning, princess. Coffee will be ready shortly." There was no acknowledgement. I took another drag of my cigarette and went to the galley to tend to the sausage and pour coffee. I wondered how the day would unfold as I handed her a mug. I got her some aspirin and a cup of water.
After she swallowed the aspirin, she sat up, pulling her knees up to her chest. She cradled her coffee mug in both hands and just stared at it. I returned to the galley to pull together eggs and hash brown potatoes to go with the sausage. I kept glancing her way, searching for any clue as to her condition. She just kept staring at her coffee mug.
Hoping to elicit some response, I said "Boy, last night was sure fun, huh?" No response. Just her blank stare towards her mug. Guessing that she was either just not a morning person or she was still processing the events of last night, I busied myself cooking.
As I plated the food I gave it one more valient attempt. "Breakfast is ready. You hungry?" Dead silence. I set her plate down on the bed next to her. One last try. "You should eat before it gets cold. Aren't you hungry?" Silence.
Finally, she turned to look at me. Her large eyes were filled with tears. The drops began running down her cheek. I quickly handed her a tissue but she just looked at me, tears rolling down her cheeks. She made no effort to wipe them away. She stared at me thusly, then turned back to examining her coffee mug. She started sniffling as the tears kept dripping from her eyes.
I put my plate aside and grabbed the box of tissues. I moved over to the bed and wrapped my arms around her. She collapsed onto my chest, openly crying now, sobbing, sniffling as the tears kept coming.
I had absolutely no clue, none whatsoever. I didn't know why she was crying. I didn't know what I should do. I was at a total loss. All I could do was hold her as she bawled her head off.
Finally, her sobbing lessened a little. I pulled out a handful of tissues and gave them to her. She buried her face in them and immediately started crying again. She was crying so hard that her whole torso heaved as she tried to get her breathing under control.
Soon it was over and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. She still had the heaves as one does after crying so hard. Still having zero clues, I opted for silence. I just held her tight and waited.
Silence ensued until she made it evident that she needed to get up. I released her, returning to the settee, as she went to the head. She closed the door, but on a boat one can hear everything. I heard her start to pee, then the crying started again.
At this point I basically gave up. In the complete dark as to what the issue was, I retreated to the cockpit to give her some space. I lit a smoke and drank my coffee, enjoying watching the world wake up in the early morning.
At some point I became aware that I didn't hear any more crying. My coffee needing a refill, I tentatively ventured below. And there was Vista, sitting up in bed, eating her now cold breakfast, with a pleasant look on her face as if nothing had happened. She had washed up and had regained her radiant glow. Her eyes were clear and iridescent blue again, although a little puffy underneath.
"Good morning, Captain! Thanks for this yummy breakfast. I sure needed it after last night. I hope you don’t have any plans today. I'm really eager to pick up where we left off last night. I'd like to get to know you better. I feel like we work together pretty well, don't you?"
I think the word is gobsmacked. That's how I felt. From a total meltdown to a cheerful "let's fuck some more" as if nothing had happened. I've never understood women and never will. But this beauty was something else entirely. I poured more coffee. I stood in the galley sipping it and contemplating my next move.
Should I play along, acting as if her meltdown didn't happen? If I kept her away from tequila, maybe I could have all-day sex with my ideal woman. Or should I dig into her psyche and get to the bottom of what caused her episode?
I aimed for the middle ground. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Why, yes, Sailor. I feel fine. A little fuzzy still from last night and horny as usual. I've been thinking about riding you, reverse cowgirl. That way you can watch your cock fuck either hole. Sound like fun?"
This girl was amazing. A one track mind. From a nuclear meltdown to a cheerful "let's fuck" as if nothing had happened. As if nothing else mattered. My tears from last night were proving prescient.
"Vista, of course having you fuck me sounds like fun. In any position, too. And I appreciate that you're horny. I wake up with morning wood and, when I'm alone, have to take jack by the handle and uncork him. I understand morning horny. But I'm very confused."
"Want me to uncork him for you now? Bring him closer. I'll even use my mouth if you want."
"Vista, you're missing the point. Last night ended on a very strange note. And this morning started off with the most beautiful woman I've ever met waking up in total despair, crying uncontrollably for an hour. Then acting as if nothing happened. I need to know what's going on before I let you mount me reverse cowgirl or uncork any part of my body."
The blood drained from her face and her expression turned blank. "Sailor, I'll confess but I'll need some courage first. Can you make me a mimosa or a bloody mary? I won't be able to say what I have to say without some help."
Intrigued by what she had to confess, I whipped up a pitcher of mimosas. She swallowed two glasses in quick succession. I filled her glass a third time as she cleared her throat.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" she asked.
"Well, I guess it's possible but it's never happened to me."
"Sailor, I didn't believe in it until it happened to me, just a few days ago. When I stepped aboard your boat and laid eyes on you for the very first time, I was a goner. Hook, line and sinker. I fell madly, passionately, head over heels in love with you. No question in my mind, not a single doubt. You were the one." She paused and downed her third mimosa, holding her empty out for a refill.
"I agonized over it these last few days, wondering what to do, wondering if I'd ever see you again. I replayed the feelings you stirred in me when you gave me head. That was the cherry on the cake. Handsome, kind, respectful, intelligent, funny and an expert lover. You were, no are, the complete package to me. It's all there; nothing's missing."
She paused again and sipped at her drink. Then she reached for the box of tissues as her eyes filled with big tears again. "And then came my big chance. You called. My heart nearly jumped out of my body. And you wanted to see me. Not Celine or anybody else. You wanted me!"
She wiped away some tears and finished her drink, setting the empty on the table. She took a couple of deep breaths before continuing. "And I blew it. I totally blew it. I ruined any chance of ever being with the man I loved." She broke down into tears and sobbed for a minute, then composed herself once again.
"Sailor, it's complicated and hard to describe but honestly, deep down, I'm not the trashy nympho that I pretend to be. Yes, I enjoy sex, very much so. But the stories I related to you last night backfired. They're not true. You can verify with Celine but I don't think you have any interest. They were designed to impress you when you didn't need to be impressed. They were designed to make me look like some kind of sex goddess that you would be attracted to. And my drunken stunt at the end ... well, I had to play it that way to keep the story consistent.
"When I woke up this morning, it all hit me like a ton of bricks. I had taken the most precious thing I coveted and threw it overboard. Never to be regained." Once again, she broke down sobbing.
She looked up at me with those big beautiful iridescent blue eyes, filled with teardrops. "I want to thank you for everything, Sailor. You are an exceptional man. I only hope that you'll think of me from time to time." She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she stood up and gathered her things to leave.
"Not so fast, there, Vista. Did it occur to you that I might have a response? And maybe a confession or two of my own? I suggest that you sit that perfect little ass of yours right back down and quit crying. But, like you, I'll need a little courage, too."
Her eyes were big as saucers. Her mouth hung open. She had a delightful look of surprise and intrigue. I also noticed the faintest, nearly imperceptible grin at the corner of her mouth. I got up and mixed a fresh pitcher of mimosas. I quickly downed two and poured a third. When I set the pitcher down, Vista filled her own glass.
"I don't know anything about love at first sight. And, obviously, I don't know anything about women. Well, except how to make them orgasm. But I do know what I like and what I don't like. Every man has an ideal woman pictured in his mind. Some like long hair, some short. Some like balloon size tits, some like oreo size tits. Some prefer blondes ... well, you get the picture.
"When you stepped on my boat, it was like in the cartoons where the eyeballs pop out on long springs 'boing!!' [Vista laughed at this]. I couldn't believe my eyes. You are absolutely, hands down, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
I paused and downed a glass of mimosa, refilling both our glasses. "I must admit that I generally prefer long hair over short. But your pixie cut just perfectly frames your gorgeous face. You wouldn't look nearly the same with long hair. It's the perfect style for you. Then there are those iridescent blue eyes. Oh, my God! One could get lost in them. I can look at them all day and never get bored.
"I want to keep going to describe how perfect your body is. But I doubt that I'd get all the way through." She tilted her head.
"Why's that?"
"Because I can't talk about it or even see it without getting an erection and having to stop to jack off or pull your pants down. Suffice it to say that your body is perfect in every way.
"Now, about all the nymphomaniac nonsense. I don't know what's true and what's made up. And, honestly, I don't really care. Since I retired and moved aboard, I've become totally non-judgmental. You want to fuck a bunch of vets at the VFW hall? Have at it. You decided that you're no longer a man and want to become a woman? Fine. Go for it. You want to spend your unemployment check on drugs while your kids go hungry? That's your business, but if I know about it, I'll probably leave bags of food at your door. So whether you're really a diagnosed nymphomaniac or not - I don't judge, I don't care.
"The things that are important to me, the things that matter have changed as I've aged. I fully subscribe to the golden rule: treat others as you want to be treated. Other than that, no violence, no physical harm. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Now that we have all that bullshit out of the way, did I hear you say something about riding me reverse cowgirl? You must have guessed that's one of my preferred positions."
"Sailor, I'm a tad confused. After my heartbreak and confession, I intended to walk out of your life. And now you've just told me how perfect I am. And talking about me riding you. Don't get me wrong. I'm ready, willing and able to ride you all day long if that's what you want. But I'm not sure if I'm allowed to stay after my transgressions."
"Honey, only you can decide if you want to stay or go. Remember, I won't judge you either way. But I'll give you a hint that if you leave, when you look back over your shoulder you'll see me jacking off."
She smiled, knowing that she'd won this round. "I've heard that that's like eating Chinese food. After an hour you're hungry again. I'd rather see you get filled up. Finish that drink and get prepared for the ride of a lifetime. Reverse cowgirl is one of my specialties."