Apikalia, 18, desires are intense.
Little Apikalia lay beneath the shining stars on the tongue of rock down from her village, the sea rolling in and out around her. Behind her, the cooking fire lapped at the sky, chasing the darkness away from the beach. The laughter and joy from the village floated out over the waves while the young lovers stole away into the darkness to share their bodies and souls with whoever captured their eye for the night.
Apikalia's grass skirt danced as the fingers of the trade winds danced over her skin. Her nipples stiffened at the wind's touch and she could feel it caress the velvet folds between her thighs. Her mind snapped to the image of Kai's face as it did every few seconds throughout the day. She longed to have his strong arms around her and to bury her face in his broad chest. She wanted to feel his firm body pressed against hers and know that his desire for her was eroding his pull to the sea.
But alas, he was out at sea. He had taken his canoe out the week before and had yet to return. He could be back any day, but for now, he was merely a memory and a longing that lay in her heart and flickered as a flame below her belly. Apikalia closed her eyes as she lay beneath the stars, the tongue reaching out between the waves, the trade winds sliding his fingers beneath her grass skirt. Her touch did its best to extinguish the flame, but it only caused it to smolder and burn brighter as her cries of pleasure were lost in the sounds of the sea.
Apikalia rose to her feet as the full moon peeked over Haleakala's shoulder. She followed the well-worn path over the smooth worn rock to where it met the soft coral sand. As she got close to the fire, she could feel its heat piercing the warm tropical night. Only a couple of the village elders tended by the fire, they were suited to stand its heat while many of the younger clan couldn't stand the heat. They talked in a low murmur, Auntie Kalama looked up and flashed a sparsely pearled smile at Apikalia and Apikalia softly ran her hand over Aunty's back. Fire, the sea, and the well were essential to their survival, but it was the warmth of touch that bonded this village.
She was a little heavier of heart than normal as her father was about to lead a trip to Lana'i. She knew he would be gone a week or more as he traded with villages on that island. She would be all alone while her father was gone. She and he had been alone since her mother passed just before her 18th birthday. It was sad that he mother wasn't there when she turned 18. She had many aunties, but it's not the same as having your mother there.
Apikalia entered her Ohana's Hale where her dad, Ailani, stood in a dimly lit corner near his sleeping mat. Ailani was well known for his stature, as his loin cloth rarely kept him hidden, and many evenings she has spied him with his hands under that covering. Ladies of the village envied Apikalia, but none understood her father stirred no interest within her, regardless of his superior size to other men. Apikalia was grateful he was alone and not with one of the gossipy ladies that often found cause to be in their hale at night. Apikalia gladly trades her father's lack of discretion for having company occupy their quarters every evening. Besides, being a girl, Apikalia was intrigued by the function of men's curious organ.
She left her father to his pleasures and walked along the soft warm sand in the pale moonlight. Its sheen reflected off the wave tops, its brilliance competing with the stars overhead. She felt she was alone and didn't realize one of the village men had also strolled away from the village to find solace beneath the stars. His soothing voice brought her back from the heavens above and she turned to the voice she had known since she was a little girl, before she'd experienced the desires that made her a woman. Keaka stood before her, his solid frame half-hidden by the shadows.
She smiled and brushed back her hair, dislodging the flower that signified her attachment to Kai. Keaka bent forward and caught the hibiscus as it floated toward the sand. She noticed the muscles in his back rippling and signifying power as he swooped in and caught the flower in mid-flight. His swift reflexes and powerful arms and shoulders didn't betray that he was three times her age. His quick smile and happy demeanor had appealed to Apikalia since she was a little girl. She had even imagined herself married to him during one stage.
She playfully took the flower from Keaka's hand and pressed it to her nose. Then she dropped it to the ground and started running toward the sea, dropping her grass skirt as she went. He didn't reach her until she was beyond the waves, over her head in the water. His height allowed him to stand in the warm water and hold her head above water. The moonlight glistened off his wet skin and she felt the strength in his arms and chest as he held her up in the water. She felt like a little girl in his arms, helpless and protected.
She eyed him and felt the same stirrings she'd often felt in the last couple of years. Now she was in the arms of a powerful man who would know how to lift her into the heavens.
She eyed him as his powerful strides carried them from the sea. She felt his manhood pressing against her naked body as they crossed the sand. He lay her down beneath the palms, their distinctive fronds showing silver in the pale moonlight.
He sat down beside her, his breathing gentle and deep, his eyes locked onto Apikalia's, his broad grin shown in the light. He leaned over, his lips pressed to her, leaving a salty kiss. Apikalia noted a tingle running between her thighs, velvet folds relaxing and moistening.
She lay back into the sand, its softness still cradling her form, the beach's warmth penetrating her body. Keaka's body followed her as his chest pressed against her shoulder. His hand lay on her tummy as his lips pressed to her ear, the words uttered never failed to stir her desires.
