Perfect Harmony by Sarah P. Lodge Page A

never known sex like it.  Melody’s innocence and young
passion sends my mind into a blur.
    I’ve never wanted someone more.  Even after having her, I
find it impossible to keep my hands away.  She was barely more than a girl
until tonight - a map of untouched skin and silenced desire.
    But no more.
    Now, she is a woman.  A beautiful young and vibrant woman. 
And I’m responsible for that - I’m the one that took her hand and brought her
into adulthood, our bodies writhing naked and sweaty in the darkness.  How I
taught her how to buck with a steady rhythm and to ride my body with such
reckless fire.  To look into my eyes as she mounted me, taking every inch into
herself, and making me her own.
    I feel so honoured to be her first true lover, and it’s a
memory I’ll cherish until the day I stop breathing.
    But it didn’t just stop there.  We had only finished her
first time, but the night had only just begun.
    We made love in the shower, sweat filled and still burning
with desire for each other.  The hot water hit our naked bodies as I took her
against the marble walls, the musk of our bodies billowing into the air and
filling it with the taste of pure lust.
    And on it continued: in my library against the bookcase; in
my study against the silky leather of my chair; the soft carpet of the guest
bedroom.
    But best of all was when we thought we were done.  Melody
and I prepared some sandwiches for a snack, chopping cucumber and carrots in
time as we hummed both parts of Heart and Soul together, laughing and smiling
and giddy in each other’s company.  And then we laid the table and began to sit
down.  But I caught sight of Melody’s pink areola, peaking out of the
unbuttoned side of an oversized linen shirt of mine she was wearing.  It stirs
me deep down, the memories of the last six hours flooding back.
    Blindly, I threw one arm across the table and chucked the
food on to the floor.  Melody squeaked in surprise, as I grabbed her in my arms
and threw her on to the table.  And there we made love again and again.
    And every time we did, Melody got better and better.  She
took everything I knew and turned it on its head, until she was improvising on
her own.  The student had become the master.
    I’ve never felt anything like it.
    After finishing our six... seventh...
    I’ve lost count how many times we’ve fucked, but when we’re
done with the most recent love making, we sit down to enjoy some of the
sandwiches leftover from the kitchen.
    “At least these ones don’t have our footprints on them,”
says Melody.  She takes a large bite of the tuna sandwich.
    “Another moment like before, and they’ll have more than
footprints.”
    She beams at me.
    I take a sip of my freshly squeezed orange juice, the
morning light flooding the room in a bright warm haze.
    “What’s in that one again?” she says, looking at my sandwich
triangle.
    I go to feed it to her and she laughs, before taking a bite.
    “Good?” I say.
    “Good,” she says with a muffled mouthful of egg and
watercress.
    I’m struck again by how carefree she is.  No other girl I’ve
had as ever enjoyed the breakfast meal together - not as I have.  She loves
food and she doesn’t care who knows it, not like some of those vacuous
sycophants I’ve bedded before.
    She’s so real and true, and all I can think about is how I
want to spend every minute with her; touching that curvy body and that milk
white skin.  To bite it and taste it and smell it.
    But not just her body.  There’s something else at work here
- a desire for more than carnal thrills.  The way she makes me feel...
    It’s like I am awake for the first time.
    After all these years, all those women I’ve bedded, all the
businesses I’ve built up, money I’ve made and enemies I’ve vanquished; they’ve
meant nothing for so long - just empty ventures to pass the time.
    I wandered through this world like a zombie, feeling
nothing.
    Until now.
    Melody demands nothing