Biff Penfield had been warned by his fraternity brothers not to go out with Nebula, the vixen from Chi Delta Chi, a sorority rumored to be aligned with the Dark Arts. Hazing was one thing, but Nebula was considered to be bad mojo. Some of the boys she dated disappeared or flunked out of school.
Biff was game for anything, however. He’d heard that Nebula had erotic charms
that were known only to certain Chinese concubines. How could he pass up the
invitation to go swimming at her father’s deserted mansion on Long Island?
Nebula slowly descended the steps in the shallow end, violet eyes sparkling
beneath long, jet-black hair. The tattoo of a snake writhed from her navel up
to her left shoulder, circled her neck, and fell upon her right breast in
serpentine fashion.
Biff, wearing nothing but the designer clothes given him by Mother Nature,
treaded water in the deep end and watched Nebula swim toward him using—what
else?—a sultry breast stroke that was slow and mesmerizing.
Biff felt intense waves of ecstasy as his mysterious host physically joined him
and spun her body a full one-hundred-and-eighty degrees. His legs circled
Nebula's torso, and his hands clutched her thighs as she hung upside down in
the blue water, her body straight as an arrow aimed at the underworld. And then
he was unconscious, Nebula disappearing into a black maelstrom beneath the
diving board.
“Well, what happened?” asked Biff’s frat buddies as they stood around his
hospital bed. “What did she do?”
“I’m not sure,” Biff replied, “but if I don’t get the tattoo of this snake
lasered off my chest and shoulders, my parents are gonna kill me.”
Biff lived an ordinary life in the years ahead, but on certain moonless nights
when the tide was high, he found himself scratching his chest and shoulders.
Temptation not rebuffed has a way of leaving an indelible mark, even if unseen
…
… not unlike the taste of a forbidden apple lingering on the palate of mankind,
which must forever swim in a pool of regret while searching for a lifeguard on
a tall wooden platform.
Flash Fiction by William Hammett
Copyright William Hammett 2002,2022
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