ANITA VERKERK
Excerpt from THE FLYING DUTCHMAN
copyright © Anita Verkerk
Excerpt from THE FLYING DUTCHMAN
copyright © Anita Verkerk
"Honey, I’m home!"
Kelly Wilbers flung her purse on the coat rack, rushed through the corridor and burst into the living.
"Ron, I’m ..."
No one.
She looked around the empty room in surprise. Where was Ron? Still at work? No, he was supposed to be home early today.
Oh! She longed for him. She craved his arms around her, his lips in her hair. She wanted him to caress her skin, feel his hard erection press to her thigh just before he ...
"Ah yes, go on. Please go on!" a panting, almost begging voice sounded from upstairs.
Pressing her fingers to her mouth Kelly pricked up her ears.
What kind of noise was that? A voice? A female voice? From the bed room?
Ron must be watching a movie in bed. Oh, she couldn’t wait to see him again! She slipped out of the living and rushed up the stairs.
"Please make me come!" the voice shouted, when Kelly was halfway the landing.
Kelly stood as if bitten by an extraterrestrial being. Huh? This wasn’t a movie. It sounded too real. But there couldn’t be someone with Ron, right? Ron was her lover, her husband-to-be. They were going to be married next week.
He must have lent their bedroom to one of his adulterous friends. She’d better go downstairs again.
"Ron, oh yes, give it to me, give it to me ..."
The female voice faded away, and was replaced by another, very familiar male sound.
"Elsa! Elsa, I gotta come!"
Elsa? Come? All blood drained from Kelly’s face. That was definitely her lover’s voice. Ron was making love to another woman! Of course not. He couldn’t be.
Kelly burst into the bedroom, watching the hot scene in front of her in utter disbelief. Ron was on the bed. Their bed. Lying on his back, in his gorgeous birthday suit. The woman was sitting on top of him, as if he were a pedigree stallion. She was buck naked, and breathing hard, obviously exhausted and satisfied from the wild ride. She had round curves in just the right places, and a wonderful tight sun-tanned bottom.
Kelly’s hands glided over her own butt. She was too fat. And her breasts were much smaller than the perfect bosom in front of her. Ron had found himself Miss Holland. She, Kelly, was no match for this stunning beauty. An unearthly sound escaped her lips, a knowing gasp. During her absence, Ron had chosen another bride.
Ron raised himself on one elbow, and the woman glided down his side in the move. Two faces turned at Kelly, investigating, annoyed.
"Ron," she whispered in agony. "Ron, how can you do this to me? You’re mine."
"What are you doing here?" Ron returned. "Your flight was due tomorrow."
"I came back early," she muttered. "One of the students got ill and I ..."
"Welcome back. We gotta talk."
Kelly pressed her lips so firmly together, that she tasted her own blood, warm and salty.
"The wedding’s off," the woman said, grinning in a wicked way. "That’s to say, he’s gonna marry me."
"Is that true?" Kelly snapped in distress, trying to catch Ron’s gaze. But he looked away.
"Yes, the wedding’s off," he muttered. "And since this house is mine, you’d better find yourself another place to live."
Kelly’s knees changed into melting ice cream and she trembled all over.
"But the Bridal Shower is in two days. Everyone’s invited!" Ron shrugged, as if he were apologizing. "Sorry. I’ve chosen for Elsa."
"This can’t be. We belong together." Kelly took a deep steadying breath, composing herself. This was just a nightmare. She was still on the plane, flying from Athens to Amsterdam, and she’d fallen asleep. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be real.
Elsa stood, shamelessly exposing her beautiful nakedness. "You heard him. He wants me. Off you go."
Kelly bit on her finger. Hard. Ouch, it hurt. Did that mean she was awake? "But this can’t be," Kelly stuttered.
Elsa grinned. A wicked mean grin. "Get lost," she snapped.
"Hey, this is my home!" Kelly shouted. An enormous anger filled her chest and her knees stopped trembling. She rushed to Elsa and hit her straight into her smiling face. "How dare you talk to me like this, you slut! You get out! This is my place. I’m not gonna let you take my man!"
Elsa winced, but kept on smiling. "He’s mine now, you loser."
"Oh, is he?" Kelly raised her hand to slap Elsa once more, but Ron didn’t let her. Ron took her wrist in an iron grip.
"Hey, let go of me!" she snapped. "You’re hurting me, you bastard."
"You watch your tongue, little wild cat. I’m not gonna sit here and let you mistreat my future wife."
His words struck Kelly like the proverbial hammer blow. "Ron, I’m your future wife," she whispered. Why didn’t she wake up? It was high time to wake up!
"Sorry, hon. I’d planned to tell you on a better moment, but I don’t wanna marry you anymore."
"But what happened? We’re a happy couple," she cried out in despair. "Everyone says we’re a happy couple."
"Take a look at yourself," he barked in a rude manner. "You’re too fat. Elsa has the tightest butt I’ve ever kissed."
"Out you go," Elsa repeated, with another mean grin.
"No!" Kelly shouted. "Ron’s mine! He’s mine!"
But her cries didn’t work out. Ron picked her from the floor as if she were a feather and carried her down. Before she realized what had happened she was sitting on the dirty sidewalk, next to her unpacked red suitcase. The door slammed shut. The airplane label flew up in the sudden draft, then softly whirled down again.
An enormous emptiness filled Kelly’s entire body. She was all alone now, she had nowhere to go. Orphaned at six, she was raised by her grandparents. But after Grandpa passed away, Granny had suffered from a nervous breakdown, and she was now living in a nursing home, not even remembering her own name anymore, least of all her granddaughter. Kelly tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. She sniffed, rubbing her eyes, unable to stop the tears from running down her flushed cheeks. She moaned softly. Where could she go? Her best friend and colleague Violet was still in Athens, with their middle school class. Violet was her maid of honor, she was hosting the bridal shower in two days.
‘There won’t be a bridal shower’, Elsa’s mean voice toned inside her head. ‘The wedding’s off, you lame duck with your elephant butt.’
The door opened behind her, and Ron and Elsa came out. "I’ve reconsidered," Ron said.
Kelly’s heart jumped up inside her chest. Ron had reconsidered. He was throwing Elsa out! Of course, he was. This was all just a bad joke. A little fun to stress the bride.
"I’m gonna stay with Elsa for a few days," Ron went on, "That’ll give you time to find another place to live." Leaving the door widely open, he slipped his hand into Elsa’s, and side by side they walked away.
"Ron! Come back!" Kelly yelled at him, but Ron didn’t react to her outcries. He rounded a corner and was gone.
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