This is an excerpt from a novel I'm publishing here on Literotica titled Naked Portraits. Some people might prefer a shorter read so I thought I'd publish some of the sex scenes to see what would happen. Following is brief set up.
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Gwen Yoshimura, an art student at Honolulu University has a falling out with her best friend the Honolulu socialite, Betty Nagata. Poor Gwen has no idea why her best friend has shunned her. She discovers that Betty has also dumped her boyfriend the rugged and handsome Hawk Detrick Heinz, Honolulu University's answer to Indiana Jones. Driven by desperation for information on her best friend, Gwen approaches Hawk. Heavily laded with guilt (and a touch of revenge) she falls into into Hawks arms and they make love. Things snowball from there and Gwen finds herself in a relationship with her ex-best friend's lover.
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The rough trail ended abruptly on a high rock face overlooking the Iao Stream below.
"This is nice," I said. Although simply saying that the lush Iao Valley rainforest on the island of Maui is nice is a gross understatement.
"Wait until you see this place at sun set, It's like something out of Lord of the Rings," Hawk said.
"We're a ways in," I said a bit troubled. "If we wait for sunset it'll be pitch black before we get out."
"It's the winter solstice, too. The shortest day of the year," he added cheerfully.
"On purpose you picked the shortest day of the year to hike deep into Iao Valley? Lolo!" I was seriously worried for even with a clear trail, it will be hard going getting out in the dark and the way we had come could hardly be called a trail at all.
"Ready to pay up?" He asked with a dirty smile I have grown to know.
"Not now?" I moaned.
"A bet's a bet."
"You're such an asshole," I said as I pulled my shirt over my head, dropped my shorts, then quickly peeled off my sports bra and panties exposing my slim figure for his lecherous eyes. "If anyone comes along I will fuck you up haole boy. But wait, no one but us are stupid enough to be here this late."
Hawk laughed as he dropped his light backpack and whipped out his digital camera. He snapped several shots of me with the green Iao Valley cliffs as a backdrop.
A week ago on a Sunday, I proved that I knew nothing about pro football when I bet that the Los Angeles Rams would easily beat the San Diego Chargers. My dad is a big Rams fan and I knew that quarterback Kurt Warner would pound the Chargers into the turf. Then I found out that Kurt Warner had long since moved on and retired. The current Rams basically suck and was no longer a power house in the NFL. Even more shocking, Hawk told me that the Rams had moved to St. Louis a decade ago. Where the fuck did the Cardinals go? Needless to say, the Rams got trounced.
"This isn't fair," I said as I struck a pose. "You took advantage of my total lack of sports knowledge."
"Yes I did," He agreed.
"This is two down."
"Uh uh my Japanese princes," he said, "You got naked back on the condo balcony last night without my prompting. Doesn't count, you owe me four more."
"I was drunk when I made that bet."
"Yes I know," He said with an unsympathetic dirty smile.
I closed my eyes and spun in a slow circle actually enjoying being naked outside. I opened my eyes to see the twinkling lights of the city of Honolulu spread before me.
What the fuck? I thought as my skin crawled and my throat tightened. Not this out of body shit again!
I shut my eyes tight to keep from freaking out. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the rainforest. As before, the hallucination was brief but intense.
"We should get back before it gets dark," I said doing my best to sound calm.
"No worries, I got it covered," Hawk said with confidence.
He took me into his arms and kissed me. I shut my eyes. It was like he knew that I needed the comfort of his touch. It has been that way with him from the beginning, always doing just the right thing and making love to me perfect ... every time.
Still engaged in the kiss, I hesitantly open my eyes and rolled them around. Thankfully I was still in Iao Valley. Then I frowned when I saw that Hawk was holding up the camera to click a shot of us kissing. His sneaky picture taking made me stop kissing to laugh. The laughter helped to dispel my panic. It was just a super strong feeling of deja vu, I thought allowing myself to reason it away.
Deja vu? Every time? Really? my logical brain put in.
Ignoring my own brain, I asked, "What are you doing with these photos?"
"Sending them to a hot naked Asian girlfriends website," He said casually.
"I'll assume you're kidding," I said dryly, giving him a suspicious look as I dressed.
"Want some saimin and a beer as we watch the sunset?" He asked.
"You hauled beer all the way in here?"
"No fucking way!" he said. "You did."
I frowned, picked up my light backpack unzipped it, rummaged through it and pulled out an ice pack with two cold, sweaty Sapporo beers in it.
"If these weren't so beautiful, I would kick your okole," I said, truly pleased at the sight of the beers. "Make my saimin with green onions, char sui pork and shoyu," I ordered.
"You got it," Hawk said, still smiling.
"So where's the noodles then?" I asked, calling his bluff.
"In your front pouch."
My mouth dropped open. I pealed back the Velcro tabs on my pack, and sure enough, I found two packs of S&S saimin noodles. Digging around, I found another cold pack with thinly sliced cooked pork in it, and two sturdy plastic bowls, fancy wood chopsticks in a wooden box, chopped green onions in a Ziploc bag, and several little packets of soy sauce.
All of my favorites! I thought with glee. Then I asked, "Hey asshole, what did you carry in?"
"The stove," he said holding out two gun metal gray canister with red plastic handles and a liter bottle of water. He walk to a tree stump under an old gnarly koa tree and placed the gray containers on its relatively flat surface. He twisted open the bottle and filled the two metal containers, then he aggressively twisted the bottoms of each the containers. Within seconds, the water in the canisters came to a violent boil. "Set up the bowels," he said.
I put the plastic bowls on the stump, opened the packets of noodles, plopped the contents in, tore open the flavor packets and sprinkled them over the noodles. S&S is my favorite brand because the noodles are moist, precooked right out of the package. Gingerly, Hawk picked up a boiling canister by its red plastic handle and poured the hot water into one of the bowls over the noodles. The savory smell of pork broth greeted my nose making my mouth water. Hawk deftly sprinkled chopped green onions and arranged several slices of thin pork over the top of the noodles. He repeated the process with the other bowl.
"As the lady ordered," He said with a smug smile.
We sat near the edge of the rockfall under the huge old koa and ate our clever little meal with the wooden chopsticks and drank the delicious cold beer. Although the sun was long out of view on the other side of the West Maui Mountains, it still put on a spectacular show with the clouds overhead. A golden glow infused the whole valley that slowly turned orange with each passing minute. It all seemed so magical; if a dragon suddenly flew by overhead I wouldn't have been surprised.
"You're right, it is like something out of Lord of the Rings," I whispered in awe.
Then it started getting dark fast. We rounded up the trash from our dinner and packed it all in our backpacks. Hawk produced two small flashlights and passed me one.
"We won't need them for an hour at least," He said as we started our slow, careful walk back.
Every now and then I heard him slap at some body part and cuss, "Fucking Mosquitoes." A half mile later he asked, "How come mosquitoes aren't feasting on you?"
"I have supernatural powers," I told him.
"I always knew you were a goddess," He said deadpan, as we walked along the rough path.
As much as I liked the idea of being a goddess, my powers of dispelling mosquitoes was far from divine. The combination of the shampoo and body lotion I used repelled the insects. It was Betty who had turned me on to the unintended properties of the two products a couple of years ago. I kept all that to myself though allowing my lover to ponder my power of wild beasts.
Lover ... The word floated in my head spinning in slow motion. Do I love him? Hawk and I have been together for three months now and I figured that when the sex cooled down this thing would end. But to date, the sex showed no signs of cooling down. I had no idea how Hawk felt about all this either. The man has proved very elusive when it came to the his deepest feelings, plus I suspect he was keeping something from me. Several times, he seemed on the verge of telling me something. I assumed it was about Betty. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't realize Hawk had stopped and I plowed into his back.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
He clicked on his flashlight. I did the same.
"You see that?" He said pointing to the right off the trail.
I squinted and reached to adjust my glasses then felt stupid when I didn't find them on my face. Lately, I've taken to wearing my contacts. I saw a soft greenish glow coming through the trees. A chill ran through me as my mind instantly went to the countless ghost stories attached to the Iao Valley. Clamping down on superstition and my animal instinct to flee, I stepped off the path to get a better look but grabbed Hawk's shirt to pull him in close at the same time ... just in case.
"It's a person," Hawk whispered.
I nodded for I saw a person too and who ever it was stood very still.
"It's got to be a mannequin or statue," I said, fairly certain but not entirely confident.
With flashlights illuminating the dark path, we stumbled closer. Sure enough, as we emerged through a tangle of foliage into a clearing under some trees we saw a life size carving of a woman in wood painted with glow in the dark paint. The face was Hawaiian, the figure full and voluptuous, the pose classic Greek contrapposto; the right foot slightly forward and all her weight on the back foot.
