28 TEMPTATION

With the dolphins on the bow, crossing and occasionally breaching at the sides as if they intended to escort them to Tahiti, Vai trailed her hand in the water. When she took her hand out of the water, the dolphins breached a few times and then they saw them move farther away from the boat. Gábor pushed the lever forward making the inflatable plane on the water, they were moving at twenty knots on a smooth ocean.

Lundy lay down and closed his eyes and a few minutes later, a gentle snoring told them he was asleep. Leilani took some items from the packs the two women had brought with them, and Ivan dug up two blankets.

 Making themselves comfortable at the stern of the boat with some of the clothing and jackets they leaned against each other, Leilani's head on his chest and with Ivan's arm around her shoulder, both went to sleep in seconds. Vai sat down beside Gábor on the bench, draped in her drying sarong that covered her from her breasts to her knees, the edges of the fabric left a gap and revealed her right thigh in a tempting manner. He felt the moisture of the fabric on his thigh, initially a cool sensation, slowly heating up. Neither spoke for a length of time and the initial nervousness that had Gábor on the edge because of Vai's proximity dissipated as darkness fell like a cozy blanket and the breeze created by the speed of the vessel felt warm on their faces and their body.

The first stars appeared, Vai's shoulder touched Gábor's arm slightly, and a gentle, peaceful smile played around her lips. She seemed to be content and happy. With the flower garland she had placed back on her head, she looked like a princess. Her beautiful profile allowed Gábor to contemplate her looks and his eyes moved from her face over her breasts, lingered for a few seconds, taking in the sight, then glanced at her hands resting on her thighs. Slender long fingers with short clipped nails, barely visible in the shadows seemed to caress her skin.

She sat to his left; her left leg crossed over her right and exposed a little more than half of them. He looked at her exposed knee and part of her thighs. They were magnificent in tone and shape, like those of Helena and he had always admired the looks of well-shaped thighs on women. Those were the first things he noticed on females, followed by hips and buttocks. But all that was only physical traits; if there were an adverse personality behind it, his interest would be gone in a flash. Vai's personality matched her looks, yet it had not turned into arrogance. She was friendly, natural, curious, and unpretentious and he reflected on what Leilani said about her old culture. These people seemed carefree and really enjoyed life, something the western culture had put into a straightjacket and made it depend on what they had instead of what they were. Their friendliness and open, unpretentious expression of their emotions had opened something in him and his eyes lingered on this young, but ripe girl, so close to him, that her body heat made him feel warm and cozy.

Unaware of the passing time that he spent on gazing at her legs, he let his mind wander. Vai noticed his looks from the start but did not want to interrupt his reverie. In reality, she enjoyed him looking at her. It was what she wanted, for him to see her. After a minute, she turned towards him.

"What is Leo like?"

He woke from his dream state and realized that he was still looking at her legs. Her question jolted him back into reality. Leo was still a sore topic for him and she being so close that their legs touched, made him uneasy and excited all the same, and he reacted.

"You will meet him and then you'll know first-hand. From me, you will only hear a biased account." It sounded gruff to her, but she smiled and she did not give up easily. He felt irritated because of his ambivalent emotions; on one side, there was a strong attraction, an awakening desire for Vai, which he shouldn't have.

The other was his sense of loyalty and love for Helena. Vai was very attractive and her sexual emanation powerful. Gábor felt inexorably drawn into her like a planet captured in the gravitational field of the sun, unable to escape. He felt torn. Never before had he felt this kind of attraction to another woman with the exception of Helena and now there was this young female.

"What I mean is; does he look like a cat, with a tail and all furry? Perhaps I should tell you; I love cats, so I may just adopt and pet him." She meant it to be a half joke, but it annoyed Gábor and he snapped at her.

"Get your own pet instead. Leo only looks like a cat." He was edgy. Her close presence made him nervous and aroused him at the same time. He liked her and felt very much attracted to her like he felt when he met Helena, but now he was married and the situation was getting uncomfortably close. Her warm thighs against his made him want for Helena, but he didn't move, although there was enough seating area. He felt paralyzed; his heart beat hard and heavy in his chest. Apologizing, he put his hand on her shoulder. The contact with her flesh felt electrifying and extremely pleasant for both.

"I didn't mean to be harsh, but it is still hard for me to talk about Leo." Vai just smiled. In fact, she seemed amused about his gruffness. She deeply felt a love she could not control and did not even want to and she was not afraid of his outburst. She realized how much she wanted him to like her. His thigh touching hers excited her and she felt a heat in her loins, spreading through her. With his hand on her shoulder, she felt loved. How would having sex with him feel? That thought persisted and again, the desire to be with him surfaced.

"Get over your insecurities Gábor. I have no problems seeing Leo for what he is and I haven't even seen him yet. Leo is what Leo is. The problem is in you. Please, get over it."

Her soft, calm, and gentle voice soothed him. Her eyes on him were without fear and showed trust. He lowered his hands into his lap. Vai would have loved them better where they were before. She didn't move from the seat as he both feared and hoped at the same time. Strangely enough, he didn't feel attacked but reminded of what he needed to work on. This girl was like a therapist; pointing at the issue without antagonism, but with a clarity that was enlightening and allowing him to work through his own issues at his own pace. He suddenly wanted to have her close to him and felt a friendship akin to the one he enjoyed with Helena. Unexpectedly he began to laugh.

"Thank you, Vai. You are so much like Helena. You seem to know exactly what my problems are and you are not afraid to throw them at me when I need it. Yes, Leo looks like a cat and he has a tail. In fact, he is a beautiful cat with the intelligence of any human I know. Perhaps not as well read as many people who think that by reading books they have all the knowledge in the world, but he understands concepts, sees connections where no-one else does and if he is ever going to be let loose in a school, boy, watch out. A low self-esteem complex is going to hit the educational department. He is six now, but he has the intellect of someone of twenty or thirty. Wait until you meet him and see. You will like him."

Vai noticed the shift in him and a loving smile appeared on her face. With her slender fingers, she pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face and her teeth flashed in the dim light of the moon. A thin veil of a cloud obscured the image of the sky, but that smile made up for it. He relaxed and opened up to her. It wouldn’t hurt being friendly.

"I already do Gábor," she said. Vai wanted to tell him something that was on her mind but decided to wait. This was not the right time.

"From the moment you spilled your guts, as you people in North America like to say, I felt a connection to Leo and your family. I could use a good friend too, and dolphins can't live on land. On land, cats are my favourites."

They sat silently side by side for perhaps ten minutes on the upholstered bench, the backrest slightly back for comfort, and their backs against it. Vai sat to his left, each dwelling in their private world. A feeling of extreme pleasure to be near him rose in her chest. To be as close as possible to him made her want to sing and dance and she hummed a Polynesian love song. Gábor listened to the harmony and the magic of the moment enchanted him. Here he was, in the South Pacific with his family and friend and two beautiful women. He had seen people celebrating their visit, singing, dancing and feasting with them and made him forget about his pressing concerns about what to do with Lundy.

Life was just a perception. It was up to the individual whether it was to be suffered or enjoyed. At this moment he perceived it as pure pleasure.  Steered by the autopilot the boat rode smoothly on the ocean swells, up and down, gently rocking and dipping the bow into the waves, with an occasional harder entry into the water, sending spray to port and starboard. The engines droned softly, composing a soothing melody, the water sung as it moved under the boat and Vai seem to be in tune with it all. A half-moon in an almost cloudless sky created a romance story scenario and it affected them both.

Unexpectedly Vai stopped humming, turned around to look for her mother. Leilani and Ivan lay in each other's arms and slept, their last night's activities and lack of sleep had caught up with them. Vai turned back and then kissed Gábor on the cheek, bent to Lundy and adjusted his blanket that covered him. He was sleeping too and there were only Gábor and her awake. She turned back to Gábor and kissed him again out of an impulse near his mouth and leaned back to see his face and thought to detect a smile on it.

"They are sleeping." Her soft voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "They must have had an exhausting session last night, good for them," she smiled. She was happy that her mother had found love again.

"Tell me about Helena." He turned, confirmed her observation and felt anxiety and a sense of caution arising in him. From the corner of his eyes, he saw her pareu had split open wider and uncovered one of her legs, the other edge still covered the other thigh just inches from her crotch, the slightly wet material clinging to her figure like a glove, showing her perfect body. It looked more like paint than clothing. Gábor knew she didn't wear anything under her sarong and it made him feel hot.

Memories of how curious he was during the dance, as her naked thighs flashed from under her grass skirt and how she looked behind and under it prompted his fantasy. The mysterious attraction surrounding a woman's body flashed in his mind and ignited his sexual appetite. Strangely enough, he had seen her naked form already, but that was different then. Then her mother was there with Ivan and with them around they were very effective barriers to any romantic developments between him and Vai, but now they were in tight quarters and the couple present was fast asleep. Nobody could deter this young woman from advancing on him and he knew, deep inside, he'd welcome it. Becoming aware that it was more his desire to experience her body, what it would feel like touching and caressing her and how she would react to his touch and feel on him was not curiosity how she looked. He felt an insistent stirring in his shorts and tried to ignore it, but it wasn't possible. His penis filled and it scared him.

"What do you want to know?"

"How did you meet her?"

"We worked for the same organization. She was the physiotherapist there and I was her colleague."

"When and how old were you when you met?"

"We met one late summer seven years ago. I was forty-two."

"I figured you to be about forty-eight but you look younger. And she?"

"Twenty-eight, almost twenty-nine."

"We had Leo a year later," he added. "Why do you ask?"

"She's not much older than me now. You didn't say when I asked you on the beach when we visited the dolphins. She must love mature men. I love older men too, you know?"

"There are thirty years between us, Vai. I could be your father," he deflected, but his biology didn't care much about age.

"Age makes no difference if you love someone. I'm old enough to know that and it seems so does Helena. Don't you?" Vai replied and looked into his eyes, her lips parted.

"Touché," he replied.

Suddenly the memory of her naked body returned vividly in his mind, her young, mature breasts, protruding nipples, flat belly, the flaring hips, and her triangular shaped pubic hair almost within reach. Droplets of water clinging to her curly tendrils like jewels, the pouting outer labia, puffy with a peek of her darker pink and wet inner lips had conjured images of bedroom scenes.

His heart raced and the same emotion he experienced and shared with Helena sprung up. He tried to remain calm but felt his blood flooding his penis. His newly revived libido announced its purpose and didn't seem to care with whom to fulfill that purpose. The memory of that moment almost erased his basic moral concepts and the instinct of a primitive male flashed through his entire being, but then he caught himself.

"I guess. How did you figure my age?" he asked, just to say something.

"You must have had Leo when you were forty-two, perhaps forty-three and Leo is six, you must be about forty-eight or forty- nine. Logic, no?"

"Close enough."

"You look much younger. I thought you were about thirty-five, forty at the most. You are in very good shape," and her eyes roamed over his face and his body, lower to his lap, and she noticed the bulge there. ‘I'm having an effect on him as he has an effect on me.' A heat flashed her face and her belly, spreading to her sex and her nipples hardened. Having sex with him could be a very pleasant experience, she thought. The size of the bulge seemed to get larger, but that wasn't what attracted her. It was something much more powerful. A feeling of belonging with him, being in his life regardless of anything erased any reasoning in her. Recalling the minute on the beach after the visit to the dolphins, his hug and how his erection excited her sent a heat wave through her. She had felt the pressure of his shaft lingering on her sex long after they had returned to the clinic.

Suddenly she felt herself getting wet between her thighs and her heart beating harder. Yes, she wanted him. It has been a very long time since she had sex and she could imagine it would be very good with him. It was not as much sex that pulled her so irresistibly to him, but his complete being. She looked again, with joy and growing excitement she noticed the bulge growing at his crotch, and found herself getting aroused and in her imagination, she felt him moving into her sex. He must have feelings for her too and her heart soared at the thought of him having a sexual interest in her, perhaps even love. There was something sensual and intimate about it and Gábor caught her eyes as she looked at him. What was it? Longing or affection perhaps?

Vai raised her eyes to his face. He felt the heat from her warm body radiating and washing over him. Her irises were dark orbs in her face, fringed by an emerald ring.

"Thank you, Vai. You look more like twenty-five in this light."

Their voices were almost a whisper. "Really? You mean it?"

Her eyes were searching his face. "I do. You are very mature for your age. You are a beautiful young woman." It slipped out and he saw her blush and her eyes lit up.

"Sometimes I wish I were, so people would not treat me like a kid. I'm nineteen and they still think of me as a teen with the exception of the boys who see in me a potential mate."

"You are desirable. When is your birthday?"

‘God, what's the matter with me', he thought. Gábor tried to regain control.

"You just missed it. May 1st. I turned nineteen. I've been officially a grown up woman for over a year now," she said smiling.

"Mine is three days later, May 4th. Every year on the same day since I was born."

A smile spread over Vai's face. "Really? The same day? Incredible. You look very fit. Hard to believe."

They both laughed. "You want to see my passport?"

"I believe you," she chuckled. "I don't think anybody would ask you for an ID-card when you want to buy a bottle of Rum. They do with me. It makes me feel as if I am still a child when they do. I'm glad you don't question my age."

"I don't think of you as a child," he said defensively with his voice low and a sounding a bit throaty, the electric tension returned that the laughter had eased.

"No, I don't feel that from you. I feel you're taking me seriously and you treat me like a woman likes to be treated," her voice a soft murmur.

Gábor nodded and swallowed; his hands resting on his thighs tingled. He looked at her and, his eyes drifted lower to her legs like magnets. She had turned a bit more toward him and her legs were now side by side, the hem of her pareu had crept up considerably higher and exposed most of her thighs. The dim light of the instruments and the light of just a half moon revealed her naked flesh, her slightly parted thighs, and the shadows ignited his fantasy. Was it her pubes he saw or only his imagination that made him see things? Did the fabric move without her doing it? The mystery and fascination of what lies between a woman's thighs ignite all men's fantasy and desire, and it was having a very strong emotional impact on Gábor. His phallus strained in his pants. He swallowed hard and tried to focus his attention on the compass.

Vai seemed to be sexually aroused and he thought he could smell her female essence. The musky odour of her sex affected him like an aphrodisiac and made his blood boil in his veins. His nostrils flared and he inhaled the heady scent. The slight touch of her naked thigh touching his made it nearly impossible for him to keep his mind on the instruments. He felt her smooth skin, hot and delicious against his and he didn't want to miss a millimeter of it. His reason told him he should move or perhaps he should tell her to sit on the tube, but he remained silent.

The autopilot was holding the course, and he felt heavy, mesmerized by her nearness. His heart was beating a wild rhythm, thumping in his chest, his penis hardened uncomfortably in his shorts and he crossed his legs to cover his bulging penis. Vai, perhaps unconsciously, adjusted her position to re-establish the body contact. She enjoyed the touch and lowered her head to conceal her interest in his outline, gazing under her eyelashes at his crotch. She wondered what his penis looked like, how big it could be when it was fully erect and how it would feel in her hand, in her sex. How big was it and how would it feel in her? She dreaded a large penis. The man's penis her mother had sex with a few times and then with her too, was a monster cock, too long and she never allowed him to go deep. She didn't enjoy the intercourse; it was hurting and was not very enjoyable. Even her mother didn't like it. But he thought women wanted big cocks and couldn't imagine otherwise. She did it with him, not for love, but only because she felt the need for sexual relief and out of curiosity, and he was more than willing. No love or affection was involved on either side. He was a tool, no matter how hard she tried to generate some emotion for him; he was interested only in his own pleasures and she gave up bothering or caring any longer.

Vai had seen Gábor on the beach in his bathing trunks and noticed his arousal when she looked at his injury from the rocks, and later when they hugged on the beach she had felt his hard rod poking her sex and wished it was inside her. Now here perhaps, with Ivan and her mother asleep, she could find out what it was like with him. She was curious what he looked and felt like, in case he would consider making love with her.

She moved her body slightly, and turning toward him, her pareu loosened and slipped a little from her breasts. Vai didn't bother tightening it. Let him look, she thought and could feel him looking at her breasts, gazing at them, hypnotized as a deer caught in the headlights of a car at night. Seeing the dark areola and a stiff nipple as he looked down, he couldn't take his eyes off them. She was aroused as much as he was.

Gábor tried to contact Leo to get his mind off Vai, but he must be sleeping he figured because his mental call went unanswered. He was alone with a beautiful, extremely sexy young woman, a half moon, a drugged into sleep man, and two others, dead to the world in deep sleep; he felt trapped in a trance and his desire was growing out of control.

They were silent for a few minutes and he took a few calming breaths, but somehow it did just the opposite, so he stopped. He felt strongly attracted to Vai and did not know how to handle the situation. The last time he had sex was two, almost three days ago. He used to have sex with Helena daily before the dark times, sometimes two, and even three times per day when they had the time. Only recently they had picked up on lost opportunity and both of them delighted in their revived pleasure. It still wasn't as it had been before in the early days, there was still some hesitancy and fear of pregnancy, but it came closer to what it was with every time they were intimate. Now he desperately fought the urge to give in to the attraction and desire he felt for Vai.

He glanced again at her. She looked mature and very sexy in the silver light, her nipples crowned her swelling breasts, protruding perhaps from the night breeze, but they were there and he felt a strong desire to feel them in his mouth, lick and suck on them and admonished himself for it.

Her beautiful face from the side and she seemed lost in thoughts. Then Vai tossed her hair, turned her head to look at the sleeping couple in the back, and then faced him and she seemed to have made a decision. The pareu edge moved, and in the soft light of the moon, he could see the rounding of her breasts clearly, the medium size areola and her nipple partly covered under the fabric caused his breathing to be faster and heavier.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" she asked her voice low and with a tremor in it that indicated her aroused state.

"You can always ask," he said playfully, but it sounded like a come on.

"How old were you when you had sex? Did you have many women?"

"That is very personal. Why do you want to know?"

He tried to avoid this slippery topic. Undauntedly she continued.

"Just curious. I had real sex with only two men. I was fourteen, almost fifteen and that is normal here, some girls are as young as only twelve. How many women did you have?"

Vai's question sounded innocent, but it affected Gábor's equilibrium. And what was real sex?

"I've had sex with perhaps twenty or thirty women. I never really counted, and don't really want to talk about it," he replied uncomfortably and hoped it would deter her curiosity. It didn't work.

"At your age, you must have had much experience with women. What is the age in your country for girls to have sex?

"Some as young as twelve, much too young, they are still children, but the legal age is eighteen."

"Here too, but my view about age differs from yours. Did you wait until you were legal?"

"No," he admitted. "I was sixteen when a schoolmate of seventeen seduced me on my sixteenth birthday in the gym while practicing judo holds. She called it my birthday present. I still remember and see her face. She was not as sexy or beautiful as you are. I think I was an easy victim."

It slipped out against his will and he cursed himself silently. He tried to sound funny, but he felt himself slipping deeper into her and his whole being yearned for her as he only yearned for Helena.

He looked at her naked legs and fought a powerful desire to lay his hands on them, to just feel the heat and texture. His penis responded instantly and the bulge in his shorts was obvious. Vai did notice, her arousal grew too, her heartbeat increased; her sex drive activated made her sex tingle. It began to secrete some fluids and her breathing got shallower and faster, her hands twitched and she fought the urge to touch herself or better yet, let him. She wished he would make love with her right now.

Obviously, she had an effect on him. His desire for her must be as strong as hers was for him. Why was he resisting? Because of loyalty perhaps? He could love her and he needn't worry that she wanted to take him away from his wife. She would be more than happy to be his lover beside her if she'd agree.

"How do you see me Gábor? What do you feel for me?" she asked in a husky voice. Her lips parted, revealing her white teeth, her breath heavy.

She made no effort to cover herself, hoping he would make a move on her, her heart beating in her throat, face flushed and hot in the dark

"You are a very attractive, beautiful and sexy young woman. Some man will be a very lucky man to be with you and love you."

"Could you love me?"

"Vai, I could be your father," he repeated lamely.

"But you're not." That was true enough.

"I don't think Helena would like it," he said with a lump in his throat.

"You don't know that." Another truth.

"I'm sure there are many men who would want you, Vai," he said in a last ditch effort. Why was it not possible for him to say the right words, to make her understand and not keep on tempting him like this? Was she a magician of some sort? Vai seemed to have come to a decision.

"I don't want many men to love me. Only one," she stated. "I want that man to be you, and you are keeping me at a distance while I'm trying to get closer to you. I know you love me, I feel it, and you know it too. Why are you fighting it? I loved you the moment I saw you and I feel you love me too. Why don't you admit it? It's okay. I'm not a child anymore."

Her right hand somehow had come to rest on his thigh during the conversation and Gábor felt heat spreading up to his groin, blood filling and stiffening his penis almost painfully. He knew he should move her hand away, but it felt too good and he suffered silently.

"I have a wife, I'm married Vai, and I love Helena."

"That's good, but what's your point? I'm not asking you to stop loving her." Her eyes held his. Her face was closer than before; her eyes searched his face, his eyes. Vai's moist lips parted and showed her white teeth, her breasts rose with each excited breath and swelled under the fabric. His excitement intensified and his penis throbbed. He knew he was hopelessly lost into her. He had lost all his defenses. No, she was not a child and he was still a man.

"What do you want?" The words hardly made it over his lips.

"I love you and you know what I want. And I know you want it too. I want you to make love with me. Love me. Please." Her body had turned slightly towards him and the edge of her pareu opened wide enough to clearly expose her thighs and the crease where her legs met with her belly, some of her pubic hair was uncovered and he couldn't stop gazing at that magic spot. From memory, he knew what he would see there if the fabric moved just a little more and his breath accelerated, his mouth watered, but his throat was dry. He did catch a stronger whiff of her sex. It was intoxicating and Helena's words came to his mind:

"She is beautiful and very sexy. I wouldn't blame you for taking her. I could see her as a very close friend, not a threat. I can imagine you being intimate with her, Honey. Do as you feel."

 "I can't Vai. Helena would…"

Vai put the other hand on his and his protest died in his throat. He did not move.

"In my mind, I keep getting this picture of me and Helena loving you. We can share your love. It's possible to love me too and not lose Helena, Gábor. That's what you are afraid of, to lose her, isn't it?" Her hand stroked his hand gently and electric currents ran through his veins. He couldn't move and swallowed hard. His entire body felt paralyzed with the exception of his throbbing penis. In the past, he had never had any problems resisting temptation, no matter how seductive a woman was, but not now. Not Vai.

"Vai, please don't" his voice pleading her.

His penis straining in his shorts to get some fresh air, his voice a hoarse whisper, he suffered sweet torture. Her hand on his thigh burned. He was helpless against her femininity. He knew his resistance was no longer in effect and if she made another move on him, he would cave in and it scared him.

Vai struggled with her own dragons. She knew what she was doing was brazen by western standards and disregarded his concepts of love and loyalty to his wife, but an inner voice insisted she continue on this path. The same voice told her that his wife would like to see him free to make his own decisions with whom to share his love and affection as long as he would be happy and not leave her for it. Putting aside her reservations she felt deep inside she decided to act. Coercion was necessary to jolt him out of his out-dated mindset and moral imprisonment. His mind resisted, his heart insisted, but he needed a push to break through his imprisonment of the mind.

How could she tell him that there was no need to worry? He could love Helena and her too. His aroused state was obvious; he was ready. The erection in his pants was undeniable even in the dark. Of course, she had noticed and turned a quarter turn away from him to lean back against his chest and turning her face to him, she took his hand, draped it over her shoulder, and guided it to her warm breast under the fabric of her pareu, the contact made her gasp.

"Feel me. The love we feel is the same love that connects us all. Only the bodies and thoughts are different. Love is for all; it is to be shared. It is that which makes us all one, one heart, one mind" she whispered, her seductive voice caressed his ears. He felt her breast and the rubbery nipple, an involuntary reflex spread his fingers and encompassed her entire soft fleshy mound, and a sigh escaped his mouth. She felt wonderful in his hand and she moaned to his touch. Gábor felt his heart in his throat and swallowed hard. He felt her heart beat hard and fast, just as his own. Holding her soft and firm flesh with the hard nipple in his palm, the heat of her breast burned his hand.

"Touch me. Feel me," she whispered. Her hair had the scent of the sea and the warm breeze had dried it. He glanced down. From this position, he saw her breasts clearly, one covered by his hand and an electric current ran from her through him and he cupped her breast, just holding it. It was the perfect feel and size. He was getting hot and horny; his breath near her ear excited her.

"You don't have to tell Helena if you don't want her to know, Gábor," she breathed.

"I will know and we have no secrets from each other. She'll know." He tried to warn her.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Her voice sounded sincere and her breathing picked up the pace.

"Why are you doing this?" he almost pleaded for mercy.

"I'm in love with you. I fell in love with you the very first moment I saw you. I want to experience you, be with you, not own you, as romantic as it may be, but it would be impossible because nobody can own another, Gábor," Vai said softly and looked into his eyes. Her irises were wide and dark and he saw the passion in them, a deep longing, and a promise. Her breast in his hand seemed to swell with each breath. He remembered Helena's words: "love is to be shared, not owned" and "if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with" and he had wondered what she'd meant. Were Helena and Vai synchronized in some way? Did she want him to get involved with other women? Did she give him permission to act on his attraction to Vai? If not, would she forgive him if he had sex with Vai? Helena's words echoed in his head in a never-ending recording. She would approve of him mating with Vai. "She is beautiful and very sexy. I wouldn't blame you for taking her. I could see her as a very close friend, not a threat. I can imagine you being intimate with her, Honey. Do as you feel." "I love Helena." ‘Famous words of Don Juan before consuming the next one thousand women' shot through Gábor's mind.

"And there is no place in your heart for anybody else? Loving me does not mean you have to stop loving Helena. I don't want to take you away from her. I want to join with you. And isn't love just love?" her eyes held him, her voice sexy and hoarse. Wasn't that what he told his clients when they came to him for counselling for similar issues? Was this the same issue he needed to learn? The phrase "Doctor, heal thyself" all of sudden had become his own counsel. And how did this young woman learn this wisdom?

"Love is just Love", -"Love the one you're with," Helena's remark echoed in his head. Did Helena encourage him to have an extramarital affair with Vai? Was it just coincidence or a hint? Vai's breast in his palm heated up and her breath picked up the pace. His own breath was deep too. His resolve to be faithful to only one woman teetered. Truth was; Helena never requested it.

"I even can imagine you being intimate with her Gábor, and I still would love you."

As Vai's large, liquid eyes gazed into his he saw her desire for him that surely must be on his own for her. Her parted lips excited him and the image of her lips on his penis flashed in his mind. With her uncombed long hair, she looked like a wild woman, not a child. Far beyond childhood, Vai was beautiful and extremely sexy. The image of Helena and him making love, imprinted in his mind, now included Vai.

"Whatever could happen, it would not change a bit how I feel about you. I want you to know that…take her… do as you feel."

"I want you. Please love me too, please," Vai whispered, her open glittering mouth just centimeters away from his, her face turned up, her irises wide. Vai held Gábor's hand, but not too hard that he couldn't take it away, and with each excited breath, she took, her breast filled his hand. "Whatever could happen, it would not change a bit how I feel about you. I want you to know that," reverberated in his mind.

Her hot, nubile breast felt firm, yet soft and smooth to the touch and with a mind of their own, his fingertips explored and caressed from the lower soft edge of her breast, to her side and to her puckered areola. He felt her stiff nipple and instinctively closed his fingers on it. His entire body shook and vibrated as if he had a violent fever. She gasped and her breath quickened. Vai pushed her breast into his hand and moaned.

"Ah, yes, touch me," and her hot breath on his face bathed him. He felt his body heat rising and his resistance melting like snow on a stove. And when he felt Vai's other hand taking his free hand and placing it on her satin smooth, warm thigh, close to her sex, all restraint shattered. Helena, forgive me, his mind cried, as his mouth closed hard over Vai's soft lips, creating a seal, he kissed her deeply, almost violently.

In an instant, her mouth opened wide, her eyes closed in rapture and with a moan, her left arm wrapped around his neck, sucking his tongue hungrily into her mouth whimpering as they ate each other. Her tongue exploring his and both of their hands started to move on their own over each other's bodies; his towards her core that his male instincts found irresistible while Vai's right hand on his thigh moved to his package which held a promise for her. Unerringly her fingers searched for his belt and released the buckle. The primal man in him wanted to feel her hand and more on him, while his reasoning mind screamed stop! Stop! STOP, and with the last effort that he still had, he stopped her advance by grasping her hand. Vai desisted, their lips separated, and she looked at him wide-eyed.

"Vai, this has gotten far enough. Your mother and Ivan are behind us and could wake up any moment." She regarded him with a strange look.

"If that is all that is holding you back, I am happy to tell you that, knowing my mother, she is someone that can sleep through a cyclone. And looking at her new man, hmm, I think he is too tired out to see the sunrise," she stated. "I want you Gábor and I promise you, I'll be quiet, but I'm not going to give up on making love with you, preferably now."

With that, she kissed him again. The intensity of her kiss, his own raging fire in his loins, he let go of her hand and let her do what he wanted too. The feel of her hand all over him in the same matter as his hands resumed exploring her body had nothing to do with reason. She was as crazy for him as he was lost to her passion.

He forgot where or who he was, nothing existed anymore. No Ivan, Leilani or Lundy, only a female and a male, and this all-consuming desire to possess this girl in any way possible. None of his vows mattered at this moment; hell, he couldn't even remember his own name. The very same desire he'd had for Helena would make him repeat the same vows to Vai now. If anyone would have caught him with Vai he wouldn't have cared and neither would she. They were out of control.