Randwick
Council shirt hanging on his bedroom doorknob. I
turned to hand him the bottle of wine I'd brought with
me and caught him checking out my cleavage. We both
instantly stepped back, trying to find a place to stand
without touching each other in the tiny space of his
flat, and he cracked a nervous smile. His shyness was
attractive.
'I haven't actually prepared anything, Alice. I thought
we could get takeaway and that way we could just relax
and talk. I hope that's okay? We can sit on the balcony,
there's a great view of the beach.' Even though I had a
good view of the beach from my own flat, it would be
different looking at it with this hunk of a man.
'That'd be lovely.'
We sat on plastic chairs and talked, with a glass of
wine each to keep our hands busy. His shyness soon
disappeared and we laughed about the backpackers we
could see skylarking on the beach. He'd had his share of
them, too, down at the Coogee Bay beer garden. They
generally stayed out of his way, though, because of his
size, no doubt.
Sitting there watching him, imagining his thighs
under the loose cotton, I couldn't believe Tufu was
single. He must have had women just sliding off him
all the time, everywhere he went. Surely the Rugby
Club would have provided a bevy of women for him
to choose from. He was just too gorgeous. But he told
me he'd never actually had a girlfriend. Was he really
waiting for Ms Right? Had someone broken his heart?
Was he perhaps really not interested in girls? Was he a
closet gay? Did he know Cliff, who only lived one beach
north? I hoped he wasn't gay; it would be a terrible
loss to the heterosexual single women's community of
Coogee. Surely he wouldn't last long in a rugby team
if he were? Ian Roberts hadn't really paved the way for
many others to come out – not yet, anyway.
By the time our delivery Indian arrived, we were
completely relaxed and swapping stories about the
Festival of Pacific Arts held in Samoa in 1996. We'd
both been there. We discovered a whole range of
coincidences and common links. He knew some of
the people I'd met there and we were sure we'd been
at the same events. Destiny was screaming at me,
'Tufu's the one'. He seemed too good to be true. The
conversation too easy. The mood too right. Had Tufu
been the one I was looking for all along? Thoughts of
an island wedding flooded my love-struck mind. I had
considered Fiji or the Cooks a little earlier, but perhaps
it was always going to be Samoa. I was already thinking
about having a family. Genetically, the Samoans were
large people. I'd be squeezing out a bruiser of a baby.
That'd hurt. But there'd be a great story in it for sure to
tell everyone at the next reunion.
'I'm really glad you're here, Alice, I've been looking
forward to meeting you since we spoke.'
'Me too!' He slid his hand on mine, sealing my future.
Sealing our future. I was sure of it. I looked out into the
distance as the last light of day fell on Wedding Cake
Island, the rocky outcrop just off Coogee's shoreline.
The view of it was much better when the sun came up
over the bay, but sunset on Tufu's balcony wasn't bad
either.
'I bet it's beautiful here in the morning with the sun
rising over Wedding Cake Island.' I hadn't meant to say
it out loud.
'You can find out for yourself if you like.' He leaned
in and kissed me. It was a swift move, and it was all
happening fast, but it honestly felt perfect. Suddenly
Peta appeared in my head: 'Don't do the deed on the
first date.' Tufu's hand made its way along the side of
my breast. Don't do the deed on the first date. Don't
do the deed on the first date. Against all my instincts, I
leaned back and took a deep breath, but I couldn't stifle
a moan of pleasure.
'Tell me what you're thinking,' Tufu whispered
in my ear, and I could hear the smile in his voice. He
knew what I was thinking. Could I admit to him that
I was contemplating ripping that lava-lava off him and
crawling over him in a frenzy of sexual need? I couldn't
say it. A woman
Council shirt hanging on his bedroom doorknob. I
turned to hand him the bottle of wine I'd brought with
me and caught him checking out my cleavage. We both
instantly stepped back, trying to find a place to stand
without touching each other in the tiny space of his
flat, and he cracked a nervous smile. His shyness was
attractive.
'I haven't actually prepared anything, Alice. I thought
we could get takeaway and that way we could just relax
and talk. I hope that's okay? We can sit on the balcony,
there's a great view of the beach.' Even though I had a
good view of the beach from my own flat, it would be
different looking at it with this hunk of a man.
'That'd be lovely.'
We sat on plastic chairs and talked, with a glass of
wine each to keep our hands busy. His shyness soon
disappeared and we laughed about the backpackers we
could see skylarking on the beach. He'd had his share of
them, too, down at the Coogee Bay beer garden. They
generally stayed out of his way, though, because of his
size, no doubt.
Sitting there watching him, imagining his thighs
under the loose cotton, I couldn't believe Tufu was
single. He must have had women just sliding off him
all the time, everywhere he went. Surely the Rugby
Club would have provided a bevy of women for him
to choose from. He was just too gorgeous. But he told
me he'd never actually had a girlfriend. Was he really
waiting for Ms Right? Had someone broken his heart?
Was he perhaps really not interested in girls? Was he a
closet gay? Did he know Cliff, who only lived one beach
north? I hoped he wasn't gay; it would be a terrible
loss to the heterosexual single women's community of
Coogee. Surely he wouldn't last long in a rugby team
if he were? Ian Roberts hadn't really paved the way for
many others to come out – not yet, anyway.
By the time our delivery Indian arrived, we were
completely relaxed and swapping stories about the
Festival of Pacific Arts held in Samoa in 1996. We'd
both been there. We discovered a whole range of
coincidences and common links. He knew some of
the people I'd met there and we were sure we'd been
at the same events. Destiny was screaming at me,
'Tufu's the one'. He seemed too good to be true. The
conversation too easy. The mood too right. Had Tufu
been the one I was looking for all along? Thoughts of
an island wedding flooded my love-struck mind. I had
considered Fiji or the Cooks a little earlier, but perhaps
it was always going to be Samoa. I was already thinking
about having a family. Genetically, the Samoans were
large people. I'd be squeezing out a bruiser of a baby.
That'd hurt. But there'd be a great story in it for sure to
tell everyone at the next reunion.
'I'm really glad you're here, Alice, I've been looking
forward to meeting you since we spoke.'
'Me too!' He slid his hand on mine, sealing my future.
Sealing our future. I was sure of it. I looked out into the
distance as the last light of day fell on Wedding Cake
Island, the rocky outcrop just off Coogee's shoreline.
The view of it was much better when the sun came up
over the bay, but sunset on Tufu's balcony wasn't bad
either.
'I bet it's beautiful here in the morning with the sun
rising over Wedding Cake Island.' I hadn't meant to say
it out loud.
'You can find out for yourself if you like.' He leaned
in and kissed me. It was a swift move, and it was all
happening fast, but it honestly felt perfect. Suddenly
Peta appeared in my head: 'Don't do the deed on the
first date.' Tufu's hand made its way along the side of
my breast. Don't do the deed on the first date. Don't
do the deed on the first date. Against all my instincts, I
leaned back and took a deep breath, but I couldn't stifle
a moan of pleasure.
'Tell me what you're thinking,' Tufu whispered
in my ear, and I could hear the smile in his voice. He
knew what I was thinking. Could I admit to him that
I was contemplating ripping that lava-lava off him and
crawling over him in a frenzy of sexual need? I couldn't
say it. A woman
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