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“I’ll help. You can even hire help. You’ll be enhancing the community around you. It’ll be great. Plus, you have firsthand experience being autistic, so people will gravitate to the center. I can see it now: Miller Center for Autistic Children.” She held her hand out to emphasize it like a tagline flying through the air.
“Maybe a different name,” I cringed.
“What’s wrong with that name?”
“Maybe something more inclusive for the community as a whole in case there aren’t that many autistic children in town. Something that welcomes everyone, from young to old. Autistic to allistic.”
“Okay! Look at you! I’m here for it. This is so exciting. I can’t wait to hammer out a business plan with you.”
“I just want some pussy,” I confessed, void of any suavity or embellishment. Despite my admission, I’d been lying to myself about our relationship being solely physical. I couldn’t place it, but Victoria… did it for me. The way she held me down, the way she made me feel comfortable in my own skin, the way she balanced me.
“We’ll get to that,” she promised with a laugh. “My creative juices have been churning since we left your parents’ house. I feel so charged up.”
“Juices churning, huh?” I stepped into the closet, removing the belt from my pants and unzipping them.
“I’d like to go diving with you one day, Saint.”
“Really?” My brow hiked as I removed the button down from my limbs and tossed it in the hamper. “Have you ever been diving before, Tori?”
“Snorkeling, yes, but actual deep diving? No, I haven’t.”
I stepped into her space, forcing her to retreat back into the dresser situated in the center of the closet. With nowhere to go, she planted her hands on my shoulder as I lifted her to sit on top of the dresser.
“We can start training for your plunge tomorrow,” I breathed between kisses littering her neck, collarbone, and the side of her face.
“Don’t you have to work?” She managed to ask between whimpers.
“No, I’m off this week and…”
Kiss.
“There’s nothing…”
Kiss.
“I’d rather do…”
Kiss. Kiss…
“Then go deep diving…”
Kiss…
“With you.”
Victoria lifted her bottom to assist me in sliding her pants and panties down her legs. Once I had her fully naked, I went diving, all right, deep in her warm abyss.
It was six o’clock when I woke Victoria to prepare for our adventure in the ocean. With all the necessary equipment laid out –equipment intended for myself since I didn’t have many spares in my possession– I waited for her to work through her morning rituals before I began my lesson.
Admittedly, I was eager to get started. It was the first time anyone close to me expressed an interest in diving. I could easily go on for hours about diving and marine life to anyone who would listen. Most of the people in my circle didn’t care that much. The disinterest didn’t bother me. I understood my passion wouldn’t always be shared amongst all. Today marked the day an opportunity was presented to dive headfirst into my interests with someone who cared. I couldn’t wait.
Victoria came downstairs, dressed in a black two-piece swimsuit. She wore a cover over it that would soon be discarded for a wet suit. With the oxygen tanks sitting out on the patio along with all the other gear, I encouraged her to follow me outside.
Once seated in front of all the equipment, I went through a descriptive overview of everything –from the material the tank was made of to all its parts. It was important that she understood all the parts of the diving gear. Once we were actually underwater, I didn’t need her looking confused when it came time for us to communicate about a specific part.
“So, will we be going under today or what?” She asked, growing impatient after the first hour had passed.
“We’ll do some shallow dives in the pool to get you accommodated with all the gear and relaxed with wearing everything. It’s too soon to dive with you, Beauty.”