Sex under the moonlight

Night's sweaty palm chafes his bare back but to him, caught in the throes of his emotions, everything in his orbit does not seem to register. Except her. He works his tongue over her neck - damp with perspiration - and worms his fingers clumsily into her Mango top. His fingers touch the two mounds. Her plump breasts have never failed to turn him on, and tonight, he is burning with excitement at his impending conquest. Months of relentless pursuit have finally dissolved this icy and aloof girl. Like a barge entering the narrow estuary of a harbour, he is touching shore.

He caresses her breasts and she lets forth a soft moan. The scant moonlight in the ripening dark provides just sufficient illumination for him to catch a peripheral sight of her closed eyes and the tiny beads of perspiration formed on her pert nose.

Their argument of a few minutes ago had faded into oblivion. Self-restraint had surrendered to burgeoning youthful passion. Ah, the impetuosity of doing it in a public park! - Surrounded by the attenuate stalks of trees standing around like silenced witnesses. The chirping of crickets and the occasional distant flare of motor on the expressway a few kilometres away are the only sounds providing accompaniment in this darkest and most passionate of nights.

His fingers migrate downwards, unzip her shorts, and feel the wetness of her female genitalia. He pushes a finger into the treacly darkness of her clitoris and at that point, he is totally consumed by his inflamed passion. He takes her in the quiet park and experiences bliss which he has never felt before.

****

With the water from the showerhead cascading over him, he casts his mind back to that magical one hour with her. They had parted three hours ago, and on the bus-ride to her home, he had told her he loved her madly. Life could not have been sweeter for him. His application to the local university has been accepted. He has finally won her heart after so much uncertainty and efforts. He feels like he now has a purpose for looking forward to tomorrow. Such is the feeling of being in love - in love with that wonderful girl whose every move elicits glances of admiration from men and women alike.

Towelling his hair, he turns on the computer and logs on to the Internet to check his e-mail. There is a new message from an unfamiliar e-mail address. He clicks on the attachment - a video file - and almost freezes in his seat.

As the images of his lovemaking in the park play out grainily, the horror that is slowly forming in his throat threatens to asphyxiate him. He can see his face quite clearly despite the bleariness of the video which was clearly taken by a mobile phone. He angrily closes the video file and looks at the e-mail address again. It still doesn't ring a bell in his mind, but somewhere in that phantasmal and unreal cocoon of his horror, his mobile phone starts ringing....

He picks up his mobile phone and seized by a moment of irrational madness, hurls it at the computer monitor. The screen cracks into spiderwebs, and in his mind's eye, he sees his future finished - like a fly that has unwittingly strayed into a spiderweb and is fruitlessly trying to free itself.

****

One week later, his sex video is paraded and flogged online.