Panting, the youth reached Marina, and for a while he just silently leered at her.
«Oh God,» he said delightedly. «You’re so beautiful.»
«Thanks.» Marina laughed, and swam again. This time she was moving much slower, and Pit stayed by her.
They reached another shore. When Marina’s legs touched the bottom, she turned towards Pit and fondly embraced him. She was not surprised, sensing he was also totally naked. He caressed and kissed her very passionately, yet she felt there was something that she wanted to get straight, and she stopped him, gazing at his face.
«I’m your first, am I?» she asked. He braved it for a moment, but became confused, and nodded.
«Do you despise me?» he squeezed out with effort.
«Why, you silly boy?» she tenderly stroked his young body trembling with desire.
«I’m twenty-three.»
«Gosh!» Marina noted to herself. «He’s three years younger than me!»
«I’m not sick,» he continued. «I’m not gay. I just wanted to meet the right woman… And I’ve never met a girl like you…»
«Let’s go to your place,» she gently interrupted him.
* * * * *
No one could call this just sex. It was not a simple satisfaction of instincts. It was an initiation into the Sacrament of Passion.
His sincere delight and naïve inexperienced caressing washed out her memories, healing her soul exhausted with suffering, curing her heart that seemed to have been broken forever, and the grateful Marina released all her fondness, not called on for such a long time. She did not just show her knowledge. She shared her capability for selfless Love.
* * * * *
Marina was sitting next to the bed. Lying there, Pit held her hand. Carefully, she drew it back, but he would not release it.
«Don’t go away,» he whispered, falling asleep.
For a long time Marina sat there, observing him sleeping with a glad smile across his boyish face. For the first time in her life she met a man from whom she wanted to have a child.
«The girls usually look like their fathers,» Marina dreamed. «If I have a daughter with him, she will be pretty…»
Finally Marina freed her hand, put on jeans and a long-sleeved blouse as it was midnight already, and went outside.
The fireworks were over, and she saw young people sitting around the bonfire. They sang together, and Marina walked close looking for Loo. She was not here, and Marina asked her friends where she could be.
«She has never joined us here,» one of them explained to her. «When we set a fire she always leaves. She’s at home now. The third building from the left.»
Marina went to this house, and knocked. Loo opened without asking, and Marina entered and was surprised, seeing the window covered with a blanket over the blinds.