The Oceanview: Adult.... (Lake Flower) by Robert Garcia - HTML preview

 

“Um…. ok?” Her response was disturbed, not wanting to think about her dying in such an un-natural way and being buried in such an un-natural place. “It really feels like I gave up on my life…. for some reason.”

 

“But miss, in your un-natural death, all your dreams come true.”

 

She laughed goofily, even with her disturbed imagination. “That seems so silly. All my dreams come true if I die in the most horrible way possible? Nobody bothered to bury me properly. Why would I care about my dreams coming true?”

 

Robert thought, as the strange sinister feeling of the condo remained. “This might seem pretentious, but I want to help you see things a bit differently.”

 

“Oh….ok. I understand…. I’m imagining it. All my dreams coming true. I don’t know what to make of it.”

 

“Why don’t you?” He asked. Yoko’s powerful eyes were closed by now. She was deep in thought, imagining her un-natural death, with her dreams coming true. “My, you’re dragging this on a while.”

 

“Don’t worry, Yoko. It has a point. Unlike those flowers dying.”

 

“It’s very deranged, in a way. There’s these distant ideas, all brought together to make some sense.” Her thick eyelashes were fluttering out, a little dark, even in the light of the condo. The hanging ceiling light shined some gold near the open window.

 

“It is, isn’t it? There’s nothing sane about such an un-natural way to die. Such an un-natural place to be buried. It’s extremely disturbing.”

 

“But….?” Yoko thought there was a catch.

 

“Unlike when you died naturally and were buried in the garden, a funeral is being held for you, under the condominium. It is the greatest funeral you could have ever asked for, and there are loads of people attending it. You could have never asked for anything better to celebrate your life.”

 

 

“Ok. So that sounds so appealing….”

 

“But at where you are buried beneath the garden, with your natural death being the end of you, there is no funeral for you, miss Yoko. Nobody ever cared. You’re dead and gone, with nobody there to want to mourn for you.”

 

“Oh god….” Her response. “…. I never wanted that. But it’s such a natural place to be buried. And my family, friends, loved ones won’t have to cry over me being….” She paused, dreading to say the words of her un-natural death: “…. Raped and killed.”

 

She thought for a moment. “Raped and killed by…. A gang?”

 

“The details aren’t important. We’ll say a gang.” Robert responded, as he had leaned into where she was sitting, across from him. A quiet sound of a car honking outside, followed by another car honking.

 

“You can open your eyes now, Yoko, and stop imagining both possibilities….” He glanced for a moment at the dead lake flowers, that had started this “meditation” to begin with; “…. After you decide which reality of death you would want.”

 

Yoko was still thinking, the lengthy “meditation” that had been caused by the sadness of the lake flowers playing in her imagination.

 

“They’re so deranged, but they make sense…. that shouldn’t make any sense. It does.”

 

She kept thinking, as he stayed quiet.

 

“I…. I think….” Her eyelashes fluttered themselves a little as she thought. “I…. I think I would wish the un-natural one with my funeral there to happen.” She opened her eyes, slowly, her thick black eyelashes moving outwards, as they could be seen splitting their individual hairs from each other.

 

Robert was leaning forward, looking at her in his black chair. His face and eyes were closer to her, but staring at her softly, so not to make her feel uncomfortable.

 

“Thanks for that.” Miss Yoko began. She realized, now feeling her body, that she had uncrossed her arms during her “meditation”. The warmth of her hugging, protecting her body from cold, was gone, and she felt a bit cooler now, even though the cool wind coming in from the open window of her condo had stopped.

 

“Why do you say that, Yoko?” Robert began, looking at the girl, something about his posture showing interest.

 

Miss Yoko still had her straight, perfect feminine posture all throughout her imagination, her back slightly arched and pulling herself up in her seat, while her thick but very lean legs were spread apart at a shoulder-width distance.

 

“I don’t want to be forgotten. I want a funeral. I love a funeral, Robert.”

 

He didn’t do anything for a second-as counted by the ticking analog clock. Then he said: “I thought you would say that.”

 

“Would I feel more comfortable being in a garden, when I’m dead? Nothing un-natural or destructive would have happened to my body.”

 

“I wouldn’t know, my miss. You’re dead. You don’t feel anything.”

 

“Heaven? Hell?” The thoughts occurred to her. “Afterlife?”

 

“Wow, you’re getting heavy on me, miss. Forget about an afterlife. Pretend it doesn’t exist.”

 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have gone there….”

 

“No, no. It’s alright. Thanks for bringing it up.”

 

“Ok….so my place of death. My cause of death. Wouldn’t have any influence on how I feel dead.”

 

“You could say that.”

 

“What would be my natural cause of death?”

 

He thought a bit. “I had old age in mind, but the specifics weren’t important to me.”

 

Miss Yoko’s powerful eyes shot into Robert. He matched his eyes with her, and she locked her huge, dark irises.

 

“There’s nothing left. I want a funeral. A loving funeral.”

 

He smiled a little. His eyes continued to lock with hers. “Yep. That would be the sane thing. My miss Yoko.”

 

“The “my miss Yoko” thing might make me go insane. It’s way too polite. You must be playing innocent.”

 

His smile suddenly faded, as he used his seriousness to communicate to her that-he was not, in any way he was self-aware of-playing innocent with this half-Japanese girl.

 

“No, miss. I’m not playing innocent. I wish…. I was.” He had her locked eyes looking at his. Her irises were so huge and dark-with so much power floating in them-that he felt like he could get lost in them.

 

The analog clock of the living room continued to tick away, leaving no second left behind. The young woman Yoko looked back over her shoulder at the dead flowers that had started everything, and stared at them.

 

“They’re kind of pretty, like, nice to look at, when they’re dead.” Her head continued to face their direction to the right behind her, near where she was sitting.

 

“They are, miss. They are pretty.” Robert was staring at them with her, looking ahead in the near distance, a little to his right, as his neck bent that way.

 

Something about the dead flowers was special. They looked like they could have only ever come from a lake.

 

“Something about their appearance reminds me of a lake….” Yoko said, as if reading the thoughts they were both thinking.

 

Robert continued to stare at the plants in thought. The raindrops ran down the flowers, leaving little transparent drops on the flowers, before either falling into the vase full of water, or streaming down the sides of its colourful, rain-streak-like design.

 

The flowers had taken on a unique appearance in death. There wasn’t a horrible change to its “corpse”-it was simply a special appearance, not present in life.

 

The feel of the “corpse” of flowers was likely different, too. If Yoko and Yuna would have kept the flowers in their home lake, the eventual death of them would have made the “feel” they have on land not something that would exist-since they would be buried under water, eliminating the hand of surface air on them.

 

It was special.

 

“Bringing them back to your condo and letting them die here was a nice idea, miss. I’m sure they appreciated it more than you know.”

 

She laughed, as she looked back quickly at him, giving Robert a quick glance. “What, the flowers?” She quieted her laughing a little and turned back to look at the lake flowers over her left shoulder, this time turning her body from its feminine but subtle sitting position to her left, twisting at her waist a bit.

 

“Sure. I don’t think they appreciated it. I killed them. I’m a horrible babysitter.”

 

Robert had lost his smile and was looking intently at the dead flowers with the girl.

 

“My miss, I think it was a special death.”

 

“…. A special death….” She looked at the flowers she had killed.

 

….

 

“Something very different from the life they had.”

 

“But they’re so empty….” She was sad again, over these failed flowers of the lake.

 

“They’re special.”

 

….

 

Time had passed. The condo had gotten a bit darker. Yoko and Robert had been sitting at the table for a while. Robert had almost fallen asleep, until he woke up abruptly on his black chair, having fallen into sleep for a few seconds.

 

“Your clock is loud, Yoko.” He had been kept awake by the ticking seconds on the clock hand.

 

“Ya. I like it. Helps me keep track of time.” She yawned. She was still sitting across from Robert.

 

Outside, two lone cicadas. They chirped separately, distinct from each other, seemingly in separate locations, but close.

 

One suddenly stopped. There was no warning.

 

Miss Yoko begun to get up from her chair. A red apple, which she had been eating, lay in front of her, almost fully eaten, well-beyond half.

 

“I’m going to try to go to bed.” She said, as Robert watched her get up. “I don’t have work tomorrow. So you’ll see me.”

 

He was joyfully surprised: “You’re going to let me sleep over, miss Yoko? You really are my girlfriend.”

 

She made an amused smile. Her powerful eyes did not blink as she looked down at him. “Ya. You could say that.” She put her right hand on her right hip and leaned her weight on it. The hip stood out. “I’m your girlfriend.” She kept looking down at him, with her amused smile and powerful, friendly, unblinking eyes.

 

“You would never hurt someone. I can feel what’s inside you.” He said, quietly. He spoke slowly to her.

 

“Oh…. thank you.” Her amused smile was replaced with an open mouth of slight surprise. Her hand remained on her hip, pushing it outwards. A round, well-built, curved and healthy shape. Something about the way she stood made her uniquely her. How much pressure was on her hip, how long her legs were, how perfect her proportions were, how tall she was with her proportions, her personality seeping into her body’s posture…. something. The girl crossed her legs, her right leg over her left leg.

 

“But why do you say that? I don’t want to hurt anybody.”

 

He watched her, like he was seeing something she wasn’t.

 

“The power of your eyes.”

 

After Yoko had shut her golden living room light off, the condo had become much darker. Robert got up from his black chair and was walking to where the light on the ceiling had been turned on, wanting to look outside. He stood by the window, looking out at the night.

 

“I like to wake up early.” The girl Yoko said, who was standing behind him in her living room, below the ceiling lamp she had turned off. “I have a spare bedroom, next to mine.” She spoke precisely and directly, wasting no words, as she did. “Robert, you can stay there.”

 

He turned to his right to face her. She looked at him. His whole body turned over to her.

 

She smiled at him. Amused. Her eyes of power did not blink.

 

“Don’t get any funny ideas. Mr. Robert.” A amused smile. She thought about what he could do to her; his “funny ideas”.

 

“No, ma’am. No funny ideas.” He was somewhat tired, and gave a weak, very small smile as he looked at his girlfriend.

 

“As much as you want to?” Her amused smile. Her right hand, still on her right hip. Her posture never changed.

 

His weak smile. “As much as I want to. It would be wrong.”

 

“Ok. Just so I can sleep peacefully.” The girl lowered her voice a little. A deep tone resonated in her throat.

 

They stood, facing one another. “Good night, miss Yoko.”

 

“Good night, Robert.”

 

She started walking away, slowly to her left. Still in her black work clothes of a dress shirt and thin pants, she walked as straight as always, her body and neck pulling itself upwards.

 

He really did admire that posture in the half-Japanese young woman. Somehow, it reflected herself perfectly. Her natural control and power. Not forced or threatened on others.

 

“Urghh…. it’s late. I’m kind of tired too, miss.” Robert said, letting out a yawn as he reached towards the ceiling to stretch, his mouth opening wide. As she walked away, Yoko reached towards the ceiling to stretch, as well, grabbing her right forearm with her left hand, her left arm bending behind her. Her slightly-curved back curved a little more backwards, she her spine curved and ribcage elongated to support her position with her arms above her head. Her high-hair-bun bounced on her head, and her long and healthily thick legs remained straight with her backside, as they were pushed slowly with control into her condo’s floor, the short hall leading to her bedroom made up of white tiles.

 

The girl hardly looked like she was tired. “God, I’m, fucking, tired….” Robert heard her mutter under her breath as she walked away from him, going down the short hall leading to her bedroom; “I hope I can, fucking, go to sleep.”

 

She stopped. Suddenly.

 

“Hey, let me get your sheets for you.”

 

….

 

Time had passed. Robert had walked to Yoko’s spare bedroom, and had laid down on the black sheets she had set up for him. A digital clock, on an end table to his left, was showing the time: 12:00 PM.

 

“Shit.” He heard what sounded like Yoko’s voice, quiet, outside the open bedroom door of the room. She was next door, to the bedroom of his left.

 

“What’s the point of her not being able to sleep?” He muttered, quietly, under his breath. “Why can’t the poor girl rest her weary head on a soft pillow and fall asleep. There’s something that keeps her up….”

 

A silence.

 

“…. I hope it doesn’t have to do with me.”

 

“F-Fuck! Why, the, fuck, can’t I, fucking, go to sleep!!” The assertive, now a little aggressive, girl’s loud voice as she yelled in frustration from her bedroom.

 

….

 

Somewhere far, the younger woman Yoko who had shown the boy her visions of life had been struck with her fears and misunderstandings.

 

The forest had stabbed her with every branch.

 

Her body, her face looked like….

 

….

 

….

 

….

 

It was so difficult to make out her body and face. It looked like…. nothing.

 

After emptying her thoughts into the dusk forest, the rapists had done their deed, and hovered around her like parasites.

 

Her neglect and misunderstanding, parasites that infected the young woman’s mind.

 

But stabbed with every branch the forest had to offer, she refused to be in pain. She deserved no pain, and she wouldn’t take it from this “somewhere far” at the dream’s dusk.

 

The rapists would have to wait some more, before her mind was infected.

 

Yoko didn’t accept their pain.

 

A dusk sky hung, floating clouds slowly in a silent air of nothing.

 

A single cicada was chirping….

 

….

 

“Robert! Can you come here? I need your help to go to bed!!” The thirty-year-old Yoko yelled from her bedroom, in her condo.

 

“O-ok, miss.” He said, reaching her without yelling. He felt upset the half-Japanese girl had so much trouble going to sleep. Even though she said she was tired.

 

“Damn it, why do I bother?” She exclaimed, quietly reaching Robert’s neighbouring bedroom without being loud. Only her assertive voice carried herself over to him.

 

He begun to get off the soft mattress of the bed, with the black sheet underneath, he would have loved to go to sleep on. But she was important. She couldn’t go to sleep herself.

 

He started out of his room, his feet making silent stepping-sounds on the beige rug of the spare bedroom.

 

“I hope she’ll appreciate this….” He muttered, unsure what she “wanted” him for.

 

The sounds of rain were starting up, outside, again. The moments of a rainless night that had come between the falling raindrops had passed and gone away. The rain of this night was back again, sounding lightly through Yoko’s condominium unit home.

 

“Miss? What did you need my help for?” He peeked into the open black door, with a golden handle, leading to her bedroom.

 

Yoko was in her underwear, her thin black pants thrown-off to expose her black panties. They were thrown to the empty side of bed on her right, on the mattress below a blue pillow on that side, which was at the head of the bed.

 

“Oh-miss Yoko! I’m so sorry! I’ll go!” Robert began to turn around to his left.

 

“No…. Robert. It’s alright. Stay.” She said, in a soothing and deep voice. It seemed to come from deep within her throat.

 

“Are…. you sure? I’m seeing you naked.”

 

“It’s just my panties. It’s fine. Stay.”

 

Robert remained in the room, stopping himself from leaving.

 

“How…. Did you want me to help you?”

 

She looked at him without smiling. She was leaning against the short, golden bedframe of the bed, which faced someone directly when they came in the bedroom. So, he was looking her directly from her front, his body a little bit into the room from the open doorframe.

 

In her right hand, Yoko had a small bottle of lavender oil, with the cap off and thrown on her bare right thigh.

 

She kept looking at him, her mouth open. “Come here.”

 

“O-ok….” He was unsure what to think.

 

He approached closer, facing the girl head-on. Her black panties-thin and laced-matched her tight, form-fitting black-work dress shirt nicely. It was a smooth black, which contrasted well to her laced, thin panties.

 

“I’m not going to bite.” Her voice was calm, but assertive. Deep tones showed through it.

 

“I believe you, miss.” Robert was getting closer.

 

Yoko took the lavender oil bottle in her right hand that was resting on her naked right thigh. She took her index and middle-finger, and dipped her fingers in the lavender, turning the small bottle over in her hand as she did.

 

“Does the oil work well for you, miss Yoko?” Robert was still approaching her. Getting closer to Yoko, slowly.

 

She put the lavender from her fingers on her forehead, and rubbed it in a little, her fingers moving quickly.

 

She sighed in exhaustion. “This, fucking, oil does nothing for me. It’s so, like, fucking, useless. Ugghh.” A feminine growl at the end, full of energy but exhausted. Yoko slumped on the thick black pillow that was supporting her body, letting her usually straight back relax into the pillow. She moved her legs apart a little, relaxing them by stretching them outwards.

 

“I’m sorry, miss. I’m sorry you can’t go to bed.” He was sincerely apologetic, like Robert had done something wrong.

 

She shook her head. “No. It’s not your fault. Don’t be sorry.” She sighed: “Hummmpphh….”. A heavy sigh.

 

“Here, Yoko.” Robert walked to her right side and sat down on the empty spot of bed. “Let me help you, my miss.” He didn’t rest his back against the black pillow behind him. His legs were spread-out like Yoko’s were.

 

She gave a quick and wide smile to him. “Ok, Mr. Robert.” Her smile disappeared as she put more lavender oil on her right hand, rubbing it into her forehead. Her eyes widened briefly, revealing her dark irises, with her mouth opening and her pink lips parting. Her eyelashes curled out for Robert to see.

 

“Did you want any?” The girl offered the lavender oil to him.

 

“Oh. Sure.” He took the bottle from her right hand with his left and, holding it in his left hand, applied the oil to his forehead by dipping the oil on his right index and middle fingers. He rubbed it in a little, slowly.

 

He looked at Yoko-his girlfriend-who was looking at him in anticipation. “So, miss, how did you want me to help you?”

 

She held out her right hand to him, motioning for her to take the bottle from his hand. Her eyes downcast, they looked to be completely covered with her thick, black eyelashes.

 

“Oh. Ok.” Robert gave the lavender oil bottle to his eyelash-full girlfriend.

 

“Thanks.” She took it with her right, transferred it to her left, and set it on a small wooden end table beside her left. The wood of the end table was a very dark-brown, and was smooth and shining, reflecting the light of her bedroom into it.

 

Yoko looked up at Robert, showing her powerful eyes.

 

“…. Yes, miss?....” Something about her powerful gaze was a bit forceful, and Robert suddenly felt a rush of power from her.

 

She continued to stare at him with power, making sure her eyes were locked with his. He felt petrified with power and wonder. He realized his mouth was hanging open, and his eyes had widened to take her eyes in.

 

“I want you to have sex with me.”

 

He was startled. “W-w-why?”

 

She smiled a bit. “I’ll help me go to sleep. Really relax me.”

 

Robert was still startled. “B-but the Yoko that showed me her life said sh-she didn’t l-like s-s-sex….” His stuttering was at incredible surprise. His heartbeat was starting to get faster.

 

Yoko’s smile disappeared into an open mouth, and she shrugged, her bare, crème-coloured shoulders moving upwards. “Did she?” She asked, questionably: “I do think that. I don’t like sex all that much. But…. It’s a nice way to put me to sleep.” She looked Robert closely in her eyes. “Wouldn’t you agree, Robert?”

 

“I’m a virgin, my miss Yoko.” His truthful answer.

 

She giggled deeply a little, smiling for a moment. The sound came from deep within her throat and chest. “Well, let’s change that, ok?”

 

“I-I thought you didn’t w-want me d-doing anything funny….”

 

She nodded. “I don’t consider this anything funny. You’re helping me sleep.”

 

The truth suddenly came out of his mouth, as he blurted out what he was thinking: “I’m sorry, miss Yoko, but I need to ejaculate for you.”

 

She shoved her body against the black pillow behind her for a moment, in a total recoil of shock. Though a bit of disgust looked like it was forming in her eyes-though her face remained the same-she quickly started laughing loudly. It was so alluring.

 

“HA-HA-HA-HA AHAHAHAHAHA!!!” She laughed, her voice soundly loudly in her bedroom and through the open door leading to it. “Why didn’t you say that before? It would have made me comfortable asking you, Robert?!”

 

“Ha-ha-ha-ha ahahaha….” Her laughter died down, as she looked to the boy for a response.

 

“I didn’t want to say that, my miss. It’s not something comfortable to say.”

 

She nodded. “Ok, I understand. But I want you to put me to sleep.” The young, half-Japanese woman began to run her arms down to her sides, using her hands to start to remove her laced-black panties.

 

“Wow-I’m not ready, miss.”

 

She looked at him with a straight face, her mouth open. “Don’t worry. You will be. I’m not a virgin.”

 

Robert realized his face was blushing a warm red. “Oh-oh….”

 

“Ya. I’ll tell you what to do.” She giggled deeply in her throat a little.

 

“Ok…. My miss.” He watched with interest as she quickly took off her black panties, leaving the underwear to rest below her knees, pushing it down as she took the panties off.

 

Robert’s mouth was open, as he looked at her in awe and interest. “I don’t feel I deserve this.”

 

“Of course you do.” She said, looking at him, turning her head to her right a little. Her panties were off by now: “You’re going to help me go to sleep. Thanks.”

 

Underneath the underwear was his girlfriend’s vagina, fully-shaven. It was a soft-pink colour, the same as her lips.