“The ocean.”
Interesting. My voice is the deepest I’ve ever heard from a human.
Is that a good thing?
She rattles through a breath, no idea how delectable she appears in the sand with her thighs spread, a little black strip shielding her breach from view. But I know it’s there. I know its purpose. Me. “W-were you swimming? Snorkeling? I didn’t see you…and then, you just…it’s like you came out of nowhere!”
You know me. We met this afternoon.
Those words are on the tip of my tongue, but I pause. Perhaps knowing I am the whale she confided in this afternoon will alarm Darla. After all, a whale who can shift into a human being is not the norm, whatsoever. I might scare her. Or cause her to run.
I will wait a while to reveal my true identity. For the most part, anyway. It won’t hurt to tell her my name.
“I’m Moby. And yes, I was out for a night swim…”
I trail off when I realize Darla is staring slack-jawed at my cock. Until now, it hasn’t occurred to me that I will need clothes in order to blend in.
Oops, as the humans say.
“I left my pants here on the beach,” I lie smoothly. “Have you seen them?”
She shakes her head slowly, still staring. Maybe I should be flattered. “The ocean is so cold. I-Isn’t there supposed to be shrinkage?”
“I promise you, it has shrunk a great deal.”
Darla jolts. “You mean, it’s usually b-bigger than that?”
“Quite.”
“Oh lord.” She physically shakes herself, before scanning up and down the beach, clearly looking for my pants that don’t really exist. “Should I go ask someone if you can borrow some clothes?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want you to leave.” Apparently, it is the wrong thing to say. She is the one who is shrinking now, closing her thighs with a snap. Tensing. Preparing to jump to her feet and bolt. Intuition urges me to speak quickly. To show Darla she can trust me, despite my sudden appearance and nudity. “It’s nice to talk to someone. I don’t talk to many beings.”
A blonde eyebrow pops. “Beings?”
“People,” I amend. “I keep to myself.”
All true. And part of the reason I felt such a connection to her this afternoon.
I release a relieved breath when I seem to have captured her attention. “Why do you keep to yourself, Moby?”
“People are annoying, that’s why. Always complaining and chewing too loud. Their laughter is fake. They are always putting some kind of expectation on me to be funny or interesting, and I don’t care if they think I’m either of those things.”
Of course, I’m talking about my fellow whales, but she doesn’t know that.
In fact, I appear to be making sense to her, thank God.
With Darla, the truth is the correct path.
Add it to the list of things I like about her, along with her voice, body, her personality.
“I suppose we could talk for a while, but maybe we should go stand in waist-deep water, so I’m not distracted by…it?” Her gaze falls once again to my cock, and she blushes, pressing her fingers to the seam of her mouth. “Or…them.”
“Who is them?”
