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Angie
Part 7
Story by Mr. K aka ‘delphinic’

 
 
I didn’t pack anything for my trip. I kept all the things I needed in the house, since I return often. Luckily, I had locked the door before seeing Angie, because the beach is on the way to the ferry dock, and I didn’t want to pass the water seeing Angie out there, pleading me to come in.

I rode with Angie around the curve of the island and up near the jetty. I was surprised at her sense of direction, hanging on tight as her body bobbed dizzyingly at break neck speeds through the water. When we were about there, I had Angie stop. I couldn’t be seen riding her near all the tourists.

“Goodbye, my love.” I said again, rubbing her beneath her rostrum. Angie nibbled my fingers, softly protesting with me not to go.

“I have to, girl, I’m sorry. I’ll be back and we can get back to where we started. Maybe even go all the way, if that’s what you had in mind.”

Angie ducked out of my hands and swam down to where my trunks where. She buzzed them and found her target. I was startled at the sudden movement. Using her beak, she split open the break in my swimsuit and started to lick my cock.

This sure was new! I gasped in surprise but then leaned forward, yielding to the thrill of Angie licking at my dick. She seemed to be repaying me back for letting her desires be fulfilled, though not as far as planned. She lightly flicked her tongue over my hardening uncut tool, and then took it into her mouth.

She did the moaning squeal again, seemingly enjoying the taste of me. I rested my hands on her cape and also moaned. Her rough magnificent tongue was working around my cock, sending shivers up my spine.

Then, out of the blue, she stopped.

I was still gasping too hard to notice. This was quite a surprise, even for Angie.

The dolphin broke the surface, and I could see she was reluctant to have stopped. My guess is she was encouraging me not to stay away too long, a treat was waiting when I got back. I sighed from being denied this enjoyment, but it was time to go. I gave Angie a quick rubdown, starting from her beak and moving to the muscles in her flukes (I paid some extra attention to her genital area) which I massaged for her.

“You should get going, girl.” I said, not really meaning it, “I don’t want to drag this out.”

Angie, knowing that she didn’t want to drag it out either, kissed me again and then was off.

I knew I would see her again, but I didn’t know how long I’d be gone. I hesitated, and then moved out of the water. The ferry was waiting nearby.

The captain of the ferry is a Jamaican-American I had befriended while in the Bahamas. We kept in touch for a while, and I heard that he had lost his job when his boat capsized after being flipped by a whale. He had been hired by a company that were sticklers for keeping their boats running, so he lost his job. This was around the time my father and brother where found in a sinking jet in the North Sea, and when the island was becoming a tourist attraction. I hired him to captain the ferry, taking the long two-hour trip from the island to the coast of Florida every day. He was about the only one on the island that I could actually stand to be around (besides Angie, of course).

He was greeting passengers warmly as they boarded. I walked up and I saw his face light up.

“Oh, hey Cameron. Are ya goin’ back so soon?” He still spoke with his native accent, despite living in the Keys for most of his life.

“Yes, Joe (that’s what he’ll be called, these identities are kept secret), I told you I’d be returning at the beginning of July.”

“Ah, but when ya row dis boat along all de time, ya lose track of de months.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you do.” Usually our conversations are livelier, but I just wasn’t so joyful today. Joe seemed to notice this.

“Hey, mon, ya look a little down. What’s da matter? Did ya want ta stay a little longer?”

Oh, if only you knew how much I wished I could, Joe. I wouldn’t even go back to Florida.

“No, I have things to do back at home. I really need to get home.”

He nodded and smiled. Then, he placed a dark, weather worn hand on my shoulder and led me into the ferry. We went up a flight of narrow stairs and into the control room, where Joe pulled up a chair for me and a chair for himself. I was confused why he wanted me in here, but I was too down to care.

“So tell me, Cam, what’s de trouble?”

I wasn’t prepared for a question like this and only looked at him with blank eyes.

“What do you mean?” I acted as though I had no idea what he was saying. I just didn’t want to tell him about Angie.

“Come on, Cam, ya know what I mean. Why do ya seem depressed? Is somet’ing troubling ya?”

I swallowed. Should I tell him about Angie? Would he believe me or think I was crazy? His thoughts would be nearly the same to mine when Angie had first shown signs of arousal near me. However, he was a friend, and I trusted he would keep this secret.

“Alright, but you have to swear not to tell anyone.”

“Hey, you can trust me, can’t ya?” I looked at his old, honest face. Yes, I suppose I could trust him.
I sighed, hesitant still. “Ok, it all began in Mid-may…”

I proceeded to tell him about rescuing Angie from the net, her allowing contact, our first actual close encounter, how we had lived over the next few weeks, her showing a whole different love for me (Joe, at this time, raised his eyebrows in half disgust, yet wanting to hear more), the separation, the beaching, and giving in.

“Then, she stopped and I kissed her one last time.” I took a deep breath; I had talked a bit too much. Somehow, I felt better, like a weight had been lifted my shoulders. I sat up, relaxing after a long nervous slouch, and looked at Joe. He didn’t appear disgusted, yet more intrigued. He sat there, resting his head on his fisted hands, and looked at me. After a few minutes of silence, a smile broke on his face.

“No, really, what is it dat was troubling ya?”

I was confused. Did he really think I had just lied to him?

“What do you mean? It was leaving her that was making me depressed.”

“Look, don’t get me wrong, dat was a good story. A little warped, but it was still good.”

I began to fume. Did he really think it was just a story?

“I mean, come on, a rich kid falling in love wit’ a dolphin? Dat’s not like dose love stories I usually read about.”

I sighed. It was no use, he didn’t believe me. He was smart, but he did have a little trouble telling fact from fiction. I stood up. “Yes, it was about leaving the island. I always miss it.” I coughed up a lie, just to spare me any more anger and get out.

“So, what was da t’ing about dolphin love?”

I grinned, hiding my furrowed brow. “It just means watch out for dolphins and whales, since a lot of people like them.”

“Oh, come on, I already learned dat from my last job.”

I said goodbye and moved out of the captain’s room, irritated at my friend’s attitude.

***
I’d calmed down and accepted leaving the island. I stood at the top deck, a half empty bottle of Bud in my hand, watching the island slowly disappear behind me. I let the hot flat alcohol slide down my throat, trying my best to stay alert.

Suddenly, Joe poked his head out of the window below.

“Hey, is dat de one you were talkin’ about?” He shouted up at me, pointing to the ferry’s wake. There was a dolphin jumping in and out of the massive choppy waves that the ferry left behind. I shouted back down in a slightly slurred voice that I’d go check. I moved to the back of the boat, checked and moved back, an annoyed look on my face.

“Joe,” I shouted, “That’s not her. It’s actually a he.”

“Sorry.” Joe poked his head back in, quick to avoid the mighty wind.

I wasn’t angry at Joe for not knowing, but for reminding me of Angie again. To make matters worse, that was a male from her old pod. I was too angry to finish my beer, and couldn’t decide whether to throw it away or chuck it at the captain’s window.

***

I made it home safe and sad. During the ferry ride, I came to the realization that I wouldn’t be able to return to the island for at least three more months. How could I live without her for that long? I was sure that she would manage, but she had become my whole life. How would she know when I was back?

This was September now, and I was sitting on my bed, taking a nap.

The phone startled me out of my dozing. Still shaky, I reached next to my nightstand and picked it up.

“Hello?”
“Hey Cam, this is Mom.”
“Oh, hi Mom.”
“Are you okay? You sound depressed.”
“No, ma, I’m fine.” Most people tell me I’m a convincing liar.
“Well, I hope so. I’ve been worried about you. When you were up here before you went to the island, you seemed so normal. I figured the devastation of losing your brother and father had worn off. But when you returned, you hardly answered the phone and never answered my mail.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what it is. Maybe a mid-life crisis.”
“Mid life? Ha, I haven’t even had one and I’m 54!”
I wished she would leave. I really didn’t want to reveal the thing between me and Angie like I had with Joe.

“Say, I think you just need to get out. Come with me to the aquarium. They have a dolphin show. You’ve always told me how much you love dolphins. What do you say?”

I cringed each time she said ‘dolphin’. It only reminded me more of not being able to return to the island, and seeing dolphins in that context, in a tiny tank performing tricks and then begging to the power of their trainers for fish like a brainwashed patient, it would be too much. But something told me that a dolphin’s a dolphin, and I did need to get out.

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea.”
“Okay then, I will meet you there at noon tomorrow. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”

I hung up, realizing now that I had made a big mistake.

****

The warm autumn sun beat down on me as I drove the long road to the aquarium. I was a few minutes late, having stayed in the car for a while, wondering if I should go or not.

My mom’s car was parked in the lot overlooking the open dolphin show arena below. She had her back leaning away from me, leaning on the hood of car. Inside the tank, I could see a trainer giving one male a belly rub. Other swam around the circular tank, while others played in a private section of the pool, where the dolphin that performed next were kept. I parked in an empty space facing the other way from the tank.
I walked up to her; startling her out of the daze she had watching the dolphins.

“Aren’t they beautiful, Cameron?” She pointed towards the tank.

“Yeah, they’re darling.” I said, rushed and obviously not meaning it. “When are we going to leave?”
My mom put a wrinkled hand on my shoulder.
“I swear, you’re 25 and you haven’t changed at all. Well, I suppose after we see the dolphins. I grabbed us some tickets for the show at 2:30. Is that fine with you?”

I agreed that it was a perfect time, and we walked off toward the aquarium entrance to our right.

The time dragged on. We pasted row after row of giant glass tanks, with fish and other animals swimming lazily around, waiting to be fed.

Eventually, we made our way toward the dolphin show. We sat a few seats above the splash zone, facing directly to the pool. Already, I could see a few of the opening dolphins splashing around in the tiny tank. The crowd gathered and chattered anxiously.

Suddenly, a cheesy pop song burst through the speakers and the trainer’s voice boomed through it.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Dolphin Magic. Let’s meet our talented performers for you today!”

The crowd erupted in applause as a male-leaped five feet into the air, twisting wildly.

“Sancho!”

Another dolphin sprang out like a bullet from the water, hung for a bit, and then fell back to Earth in a smooth move.

“Keisha!” The crowd erupted again. I stayed still and glared at the overly excited trainer, as she introduced the other dolphins, all springing up and twisting in the air, then returning back to the water.

“Tangles! Michelle! Trevor!”

The crowd erupted again. One more dolphin to introduce.

“And the newest member to our family, Mary!”

A small female dolphin leapt from the water, doing a 180, and fell face first back into the water.

I almost threw up.
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