Twin spirits, born without moral compass, acute shortage in the Remorse Department, together they reached peaks and depths of a rare ecstasy. First time out she wore a yellow silk Grecian-look mini-dress that showed off her tanned shoulders and tanned legs right up to the curve of her cheeks. He had borrowed Willymac’s red Mustang coupe to take her to a drinks party. Those were the days of taking people out, rather than slipping them a tablet and saying ‘Shall we?’
Holly, ahead of her time, had other ideas. ‘Why,’ she asked, ‘are we going to this party?’ Her voice had a permanent giggle.
‘Graham hinted you might like to go out with me. I invited you. You said yes.’
‘Sarky. I said yes to a drink, not a party.’
Ho’s Bar, downtown hangout for the base’s young officers, their wives, girlfriends, other people’s wives, girlfriends, local planters and theirs. Aside from a ginger-haired man in a red check shirt pulling faces at himself in the bottle-lined mirror, and Ho himself, inscrutably Chinese, the place was empty: everybody at the party, celebrating something somewhere some time ago.
Holly downed a Screwdriver. Audrey Hepburn face, body like Angelina Jolie, Harry had lusted for her since she arrived on base, launching herself on a series of boyfriends, each lasting about three weeks.
‘Why did you ask me out?’
‘I said. Graham…’
Brown eyes deep as Loch Ness with a twinkle on the surface. She got off the bar stool, moved it right next to his, climbed on again. He tried not to look down the yellow dress. Her breast touched his arm. Geronimo, he thought. It was, kind of, firm. Not soft. (He hadn’t yet bumped into silicone.) Bouncy. And, under the thin silk, bra-less.
Did she know what she was doing? It would be years before he understood they always know what they are doing. Should he ignore it? Or lean into it? Ha! Pressure. He pressed back, gently, trying to disguise the movement with a shift of his hand – towards the drink. Holly giggled. ‘Men. All the same. Give it to them on a plate and they don’t know what to do. Take it away and they start to beg.’
‘Am I begging?’
‘Have I taken it away?’
They both burst out laughing. ‘You’re engaged, aren’t you?’ she said.
‘Everybody knows that.’
‘But you went to bed with Lisa in Singapore.’
‘I did not go to bed with Lisa.’
She rolled those beautiful long-lashed eyes. ‘OK, smartass. You did not go to bed. You had sex. Standing up. On the dance-floor. At the Barbarella. With Lisa. OK?’
‘…and next day in broad daylight in the pool at the Swiss Club…’
‘…amid crowds of lunching Swiss.’
‘Not everybody knows that.’
She laughed. ‘The Swiss know. Lisa knows.’
‘Well she would, wouldn’t she. Anyway, the pool had sloping sides and a handrail all round. Perfect positioning. Couldn’t help it really. And nobody stopped us. Polite, the Swiss, aren’t they. Just carried on eating. I didn’t know you knew Lisa.’
‘I don’t. She told Willymac. She told him you made her come. A lot.’
He felt his face go red and went harder below.
‘Sounds like everybody does know that.’
‘Make me come, Harry.’
‘Thanks, Ho,’ Harry called over his shoulder leaving his glass of Tiger in a puddle of cold sweat as they ran for the car. He felt just a little more excited than the last time he was being shot at. As he drove she put her hand between his legs. His went between hers when he wasn’t shifting gear. She wore nothing underneath. Her skin felt hot, and smooth, like no other skin he’d ever touched. And no hair.
‘Are your parents at the party?’ Her Dad was something in Commissary and lived in a big house outside the base.
‘I don’t want to go home.’
‘My room? The orderlies will see you.’
‘They’ve seen enough of me already, what with Graham and Willymac. It’s a lovely night. Let’s park.’
A ripe Malaysian moon shone over the Training Area. Harry’s pants were already down to his knees. He fought them off and, stiff as a poker, clambered over the gear shift, knelt between Holly’s legs and pulled her onto him by the hips. Ah, that feeling, the moment of entry. As he thrust into her tight wet heat she lifted her breasts out of the yellow dress, fondling them. Wow. First time with anyone who so openly touched herself.
Excitement surged through him and he rammed harder and faster. Pushing his hands down on the sides of the seat he lifted himself, changing the angle inside to rub against the pleasure places. A deep moan rose from the depths of her belly, up through her chest, into her throat and out of her mouth. Her hips jerked like crazy and he felt the contractions inside. That made him come at the same time.
They sat smoking Rothmans, gazing at the moon, she on his lap with her feet on the windshield. Cute toes. Her legs were smooth, waxed not shaven.
Holly said, ‘You like sex, don’t you.’
‘Some people like tennis.’
‘When are you getting married?’
‘July. In London.’
‘We’ve got a few months then.’
‘I thought your men only lasted a few weeks.’
‘I’ve got a proper boyfriend now. He’s a civilian, American, advertising exec in Singapore. He’s twenty years older than me, married till his wife ran off. He’s got a little boy. Really sweet. You could drive me down at weekends. When you visit Lisa.’
‘You fuck Lisa, I fuck Ricky, all weekend. And each other on the way down.’
Holly blew a smoke-ring round the moon. ‘I like you Harry. You’re like me, a free spirit.’
The cicadas stopped shrilling. The jungle fell silent, dark, green, expectant. Harry had a strange deep feeling inside. He wanted to say something to her, something big, something life-changing. The moon hung still, waiting in a long, long moment, listening, listening for words that never came.
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