The Turkish Delight!
Anne, Shadya,
and Sandy gathered for a girl’s night out at a local sushi restaurant in Ashrafieh,
Beirut. To some sushi was disgusting raw fish full of warms that feed on your
flesh and kill you; to others it was the kind of meal that makes you seem
sophisticated and classy. To Anne and the girls, sushi was their way of saying
we have some boy’s talk to do…
Shadya came
back from turkey looking slightly different, but sort of the same. She had this
smile on her face and a mysterious glow and Anne was all over it. Even though
Shadya was on vacation with her mother, she still managed to have some sort of
naughty adventure. They were staying at this 3 star hotel, in a city by the
beach called Marmaris. The hotel was old, the room service was terrible, but
the pool was amazing.
Shadya
earned the nickname “fish” in middle school, due to her love for the water and
swimming. She had been swimming since she was five. When Shadya told her mother
that the school coach wanted her to participate in national swimming
competitions, she immediately stopped Shadya’s swimming classes as she later
moved her to a school that didn’t have a swimming pool. The idea was that
swimming is cool as a hobby, but anything more than that is a “complete useless
deviation from her bright future”.
One day in
Marmaris, Shadya woke up at 5am; she could hear the pool calling her name. She
put on her bathing suit, and dove in for her forbidden pleasured swim. All she
saw and felt was the water, but little did she know, someone was watching her.
As she came out of the water, she heard a distant clapping, so she cleared her ears,
thinking it was too much water inside. Then she heard a giggle, and there he
was…. Tanned, built, and Turkish!
She felt embarrassed,
for just a moment ago she was pulling her underpants from her bud. As the
mystery hunk approached, he said to Shadya, “you swim like a fish”…. She wasn’t
sure whether the Turkish accent was extremely sexy, or that he was so sexy even
if he was barking! He told Shadya, that he was watching her swim, and that she
must be a professional swimmer. Shocked from the overwhelming attention, Shadya
replied by saying: “Yeah…No…heheh!”
His name was
Murat, and her's Shadya; which conveniently felt like and old Egyptian movie, where the two lovers would run across the white sand beach calling each others' names. Murat was a swimming
coach at the hotel, and he told Shadya that the pool was much more beautiful at
night. Shadya knew this was a pick up line, but didn’t mind being picked up
by Murat. She explained to the girls how this night was the most, exhilarating,
exciting, adventurous night she ever had in her life.
Sandy and Anne
were both thrilled that the somewhat-uptight Shadya did something so wild. As
Shadya was going on with her wild story, the girls were interrupted by a “sushi
musketeer”. He was wearing a shirt unbuttoned down to his navel, with pointy
brown Texas-boots (so pointy, that they could end the life of roach in a
corner), and a huge golden necklace carrying a golden Ferrari horse. He sported
an egotistic smile and said: “Hello Sabaya…Kifna!??” (Which meant, hey girls…how
you doing?). Sandy couldn’t wait to cease the opportunity, with an instant “No,
Thanks” and a death-stare. They guy’s ego was shattered, as he walked back to
his table in shame, while the girls resisted bursting up in hysterical laughs.
Then they
decided to change their venue, in order to finish Shadya’s story in peace. They
ordered some cocktails at a near-by pub as Shadya went through with her Turkish
fantasy. Shadya spent the rest of the day shopping, tanning, and sight-seeing
with her mom in Marmaris. She wanted to tell the girls about all the interesting
things she saw, but the girls were not so interested, hustling her to know what
happened with Murat. After “mother hen” went to sleep, Shadya flew away to meet
with the sexy coach at the pool. She was scared, nervous, but excited. They two started chatting, he taught her a few
Turkish words, like: “Merhaba (Hello)…teşekkür ederim (Thank you) …and she taught him a few
Lebanese words like “kiss e5tak” and “Manyak” (Lebanese curse words, which are
considered part of the local culture).
As they
heard footsteps coming to the pool, they jumped in, so that no one could see
them. It turned out that those footsteps, where just passers-by, however Shadya didn't mind being corned by the Turkish delight in the pool, as Murat fished for an opportunity for a perfect kiss. He was approaching the wet and
naughty-on-vacation, Shadya… Meanwhile Anne and Sandy were fully focused to
hear what happened next, while shocked that Shadya dared to do such a thing behind her mother's back! Unfortunately Shadya’s phone rang…It was “mother
hen”, hustling Shadya to come home…
PS:
The characters and events of this blog are totally fictional but could be
inspired by true events. In this blog I will write about the adventures of
Anne’s (the virgin-hooker) dating life while she is struggling between
traditions and desires.
Tune in for the next adventure …
Tune in for the next adventure …
Suzanne
El Wattar
