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    The Shipwreck – Chapter 9

     Bette cried herself to sleep. I cuddled her from behind, making sure she felt comfortable enough to just lay there and think of anything else but relax. Relieving all those events had been excruciating for her. I took the chance to cherish that moment, enjoying the silence of the cave and her steady breathing. Everything was made even more dreamlike by the light of the sunset that came inside, giving the surroundings a slight reddish color.

    I must have fallen asleep as well, and slept through the whole night for I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. The cave seemed more silent than before, and soon I learnt it was because the steady breathing that kept me company during the night wasn’t audible. I rolled onto my back, meeting an empty spot. I yawned as I brought my body to a sitting position, and stretched my arms. I turned my head in search of a clock; I didn’t find it, but I knew it must have been still early. There still was that gentle breeze that usually came up at night. A breeze that warmed up as soon as we got close to noon. I jumped up from the bed and by the sounds my stomach was making, I was really hungry. I asked myself what could I eat, but a most important question suddenly replaced the first one: ”Where is Bette?”

    Given the last events I was easily to get anxious and scared; been all alone there was getting on my nerves, so I decided to go look for her, even though I knew she would have advised me not to leave the cave, no matter what. I let my legs carry me through a path I already knew. That way I could easily go back if I felt the slightest fear of being in danger. As I moved closer to the river where I met Bette after she fell from the tree, I was met by a scene I will never forget.

    Out in the water there was Bette, enjoying what I would have called her morning routine. On a rock near were all her clothes; imagine my expression when I saw her staying there, in all her naked glory. I was confused, scared, conflicted by all the emotions pervading my body and I also was amused, curious, aroused. It never happened to me, this was completely new. Not caring much about my voyeuristic behavior – we were in a jungle, people couldn’t care much about such things, right? – I let myself watch, and savor the spectacle before my eyes. I saw the drops of water running down her shoulders, as they left her beautiful curls, clinging to her forehead each time she tilted her head to the side. I enjoyed how she raised her arms, her muscles tensing up as she got a hold of her hair. The grove on her lower back went deeper the more she stretched her arms. Then she turned around, and I saw what made her a woman. Beautiful, rounded breasts; and her mound, covered in an half by water.

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