“What is so funny?” he said. The first words he had spoken.
‘My mother will be pleased, at last!’ I thought. He smiled. It wasn’t a freak; we could telepathically talk to each other.
‘This is crazy,’ he thought.
‘I can talk dirty to you all day, and no one will ever know,’ I thought back. He grinned and kissed me.
‘I can remember your life in Scotland, can you remember mine?’ he asked me.
“Everything, it is as if I have lived your life, I liked the way you punched that guy on the nose at your reunion,’ I told him. But then I saw a girl called Jane, and my mouth must have opened in surprise. I saw everything, from the puddle to the Civil War. Then I re-lived Layla’s life in the ancient world.
Ed smiled.
“It’s kinda crazy, but that was me.”
“How?”
“Look deeper.”
I did, and the whole story unfurled before me. I stared at him, as he simply smiled. I shared Jane’s memories, so I realised how deep this man’s feeling had gone!
“The feeling has gone now. You have it.”
“Mmm.”
He smiled. ‘I can’t believe that you never made love to anyone, before me.’
‘I’m glad, but that last time.’
‘I know, it was something else, wasn’t it?’
‘You are going to have to marry me, you know that?’
‘I have every intention of doing just that. Life is looking better and better.’
‘I can’t wait to take you to meet my mum,’ I thought, and he kissed me.
We lay beside each other, just exploring our new-found world, which had been opened to us. After a while, I noticed he was becoming aroused once more, so I pushed him onto his back, kissing him from the tips of his toes to his head, spending a lot of time in between. Finally, he could take no more, so he threw me onto my back, and screwed me with such vigour and power that I could not help screaming with pleasure. He went on and on, as our minds melded into one again, and as he thrust deep inside and shuddered as he came. Somehow, we both felt the pleasure that the other experienced.
He lay exhausted, so I gently caressed him. I felt his juices running down the inside of my legs and enjoyed the feeling. I still wanted to be the mother of his child! That it was irrational, I knew, but it was the strongest feeling I had.
I wrapped a towel about my breasts, and so it covered me, and left the hut.
‘I’m going swimming, coming?’ I thought.
‘I just came,’ he thought back, so I laughed.
He stood up and pulled on a pair of shorts. We walked down to the creek together, when I took my towel off. I was naked underneath, so I dived into the water. The creek was higher than normal, due to the flash floods, so it was quite muddy. Ed had no qualms in removing his shorts, and we played in the water for ages. He made love to me, again, and I wondered what a nymphomaniac felt like.
We eventually joined the human race, so I dressed in a wrap around skirt, made from an old scarf, and my bikini top. I was a complete woman, and I wanted the world to know it.
It was wonderful not having to talk all the time, and it was nice that we had the ability to screen thoughts even from each other. I couldn’t resist sending him sexy thoughts, and he gave as good as he got. We kept sneaking off to make love. I had never been so happy and contented with my lot. It was so weird, though. Something was missing, and there was a hole in my persona. I had carried that damn feeling for so long it had become part of who I was. To suddenly not have it there from the moment I woke up in the morning was almost painful. I say painful rather like having had a sore tooth extracted. It was awful when it had been there, but now it was gone, the hole was obvious, and I almost missed it.
Almost!
Lucky Lucy arrived, so Ed and I went down and found that the rib was stuck up a nearby palm tree, but remarkably it was still in one piece. The outboard required a bit of coaxing, but spluttered into life after Ed had worked his magic on it. We went across the reef, and were welcomed by Mickey.
We brought him and a crate of beer, back with us, and made our way to the village.
“You’ve changed,” Mickey said to me.
“Oh yes, how?” I asked, which made Ed laugh.
“I’m not sure, maybe it is just that you are dressed more like a beautiful woman should be,” he said, slightly confused.
I laughed, as I was only wearing a bikini, with the makeshift skirt.
The feast that night started at about five o’clock, with music and dancing. The girls got up and danced, while the men sat in a circle watching. They were all pretty girls, and none of them wore any clothes, except a small strip of cloth covering their genitals. They were all dancing for their men, and I had this overwhelming urge to dance too.
So I stood up, took off my bikini top and scarf, and danced with all the other girls. The tempo and rhythm was wonderful, and far better than any disco or rave. Strangely, it wasn’t that energetic, with only small movements of the feet - shuffle steps really. The movement of the body was rhythmic and highly charged. One by one the girls selected their men, who joined them in the circle, so I pulled Ed to his feet and danced in front of him.
I was thinking all kinds of naughty thoughts at him, so he pulled me close to him, and I could feel that he was aroused. I laughed and broke free, dancing just out of his reach.
The music slowed and then stopped. Then the married women brought out the food. There was a huge amount of food, and I found that they had even managed to cook our supplies in ways the makers had never dreamed of. Ed passed me a beer, so we clinked bottles together.
Mickey was enjoying himself, and he kept muttering, “If only I’d known,” over and over again. After the food, the dancing started, and this was obviously more serious, as only a handful of girls danced this time.
“What dance is this?” I asked Gorran. Ed was talking to Mickey.
“This is the brides’ dance. The girls choose their husbands, and they must marry before the day is ended,” he said.
I stood up and joined them in the dance, while Ed just grinned at me, then he read my thoughts. The dance was slow and very sensuous, and I knew that I was only achieving a poor approximation of what the girls managed. But it seemed to do the trick.
Silence dropped on the assembled throng, while all eyes were on those who were dancing. I only saw Ed, as the drum-beats were now muted as the feet on the dancers seemed to beat out the rhythm by themselves.
I had never felt quite so sexual, ever, and it was a completely new feeling. The power of the woman over her man was indescribable, and I relished it.
Finally, the girls danced close to their chosen partner, and lay at his feet. It was then for him to pick them up, to lead them, in dance, in front of the Shaman who would conduct the marriage ceremony.
I danced in front of Ed and lay at his feet. Then, I felt his strong arms around me, as he picked me up. We danced together, with the others towards where Russak sat.
We sat, as a couple, in a small semi-circle around him, as he chanted and waved things about, with Ed holding my hand.
I smiled at him.
‘I do,’ I thought.
‘I do too, Mrs Ryan!’
Russak was now on his feet. He bound each couple together and shook his dust all over them. Then he came to us, he bound our hands together and shook his dust all over us, and we were married. Not in the eyes of the church, or in the law, but at that moment Ed became my husband, and I, his wife!