The Turkish Delight!

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 …

 

Suzanne El Wattar