The family filled that massive unlived-in beach house with animation. I imagined that before we trespassed with loud voices and being, the coastal wind was the only thing that passed through until the next group of people came to inhabit and breathe into it for a few days. It was remarkable how many greens and oranges we were surrounded by. No one wanted this room because of the toilet smell but I didn’t mind because I cleaned it and it aired out within the day and it only meant that we could have it.
The first night we slept here (and fucked) was a very hot one. We were cautious because of course there was the concern that people might hear. I was careful not to ride you too hard because I thought that maybe the sticky, sweaty noises our bodies made thanks to the heavy humidity would be more than audible. Although, looking back, I’m sure that being the only people staying on the first floor and your stepfathers booming snores drowned out most, if not all of the noises we (mostly I) made.
The second night we got our hands on a very large and very noisy fan. It gave us courage enough to start groping and messing around with people still gossiping right outside the room. I remember not worrying about keeping the laughs you gave me quiet but any other noise caused by you that I made with my eyes closed and my mind somewhere static and satiating, I wanted only you to hear.
