‘Dave. What the hell are you doing? We have to leave now.’ Peter looked panicky, walking down the hall after him.
‘I told you I ain’t coming.’
‘No, you said you did not think you were going to come. It’s not the same thing.’ Peter paused for a reaction. ‘Dave!’ he called after him, ‘Dave. Come on. It will be so good. You’ll love it. Lots of girls, drink, more girls. I’ll even buy you a kebab on the way home.’ Peter pushed open his brother’s bedroom door, walking in.
‘Pete, mate, I’m getting dressed, and no I ain’t coming.’
Dave dropped the bath towel from around his waist, then bent over to pick up his tracksuit bottoms lying in a heap on the floor. Peter jerked his head looking away.
‘I gonna watch a DVD and get a takeaway,’ Dave added.
‘What is up with you? OK… Fine, well you know where we are if you wanna stop dwelling on the fact that your new girlfriend is in the clubbing capital of the world with three other sexy women and you aren’t.’
‘Funny, Pete mate, funny… Enjoy yourself.’
‘Will do… oh I apologise if Issi screams too much later as I roger her. We may wake you up.’
‘Yeah, yeah…’
Five minutes later Dave heard the front door close. He walked out of his room to a calm quiet household. Picking up his phone he tapped in Ash’s number, wondering if he should call her or if he should wait and let her call him when she was ready. His finger hovered over the call button; finally he decided to wait for Ash to ring him. He opened the kitchen drawer and pulled out a handful of take away menus.
* * *
Ibiza, 9.45 pm
All the girls were dressed to impress, ready to party. Their spirits were high as they danced around the room, drinking wine, filling the hotel room with the scent of perfume, make-up and body lotions. Rachel looked round to see where Ash had disappeared to, then catching sight of her pacing the balcony with her mobile phone against her ear, she ran out to see if Ash was OK.
Mouthing the words, ‘What’s up? Are you OK?’ Rachel was relieved when Ash smiled, nodding her head, then mouthing back, ‘It’s Dave,’ and pointing to her phone. Rachel winked and walked back inside.
‘Sorry if I disturbed you, I just thought I should call you before you went out,’ Ash apologised.
‘No, you’re not disturbing me, babe. I’m going to stay in tonight, and I’ll go for a beer with them tomorrow or something.’
‘We’re all off out in a minute.’
‘Where—to Ibiza town?’ Dave suddenly felt jealous, and hoped she couldn’t hear it in his voice.
‘Not tonight. We met some local boys and girls on the beach today. I got on really well with a girl called Gina. They’re taking us to a bar they hang out in up the road.’
‘Sounds good, babe. Well, have fun. I’ll let you get off, and I’ll see you when you’re home.’ Dave thought it best not to ask her about the boys. But deep down he had a burning desire to know how many boys they had met, were any of them good looking and did she fancy any of them? But how could he ask without sounding possessive or jealous?
‘OK, bye, see you when I’m back, babe.’ Ash hung up, looking down at the phone as the screen faded.
Why hadn’t he asked about the boys they had met? Didn’t he care? Wasn’t he at all jealous?
Tightening her lips she felt the skin between her eyebrows fold together. Maybe he doesn’t care or it’s because he has another girl coming around while I’m away. Maybe he doesn’t like me enough to be jealous, or maybe . . .
She pondered for a moment. Maybe he just respects me enough not to ask. Yes that’s it, he trusts me, a decent man that respects and trusts me enough not to pry.
Happy with this final thought, she moved to join the others, but still under her skin wished Dave had quizzed her just a little, just so she knew he cared.
* * *
At ten o’clock, they all excitedly waited outside Antonio’s restaurant for the others to arrive. The sea was calm, the yachts in the distance looked like palaces on water, their lights glittering in the twilight. The party was well underway on one of them. The girls looked out towards the boat, wishing that they were all on board drinking champagne with wealthy, good-looking young men.
Sitting down on a cobbled stone wall they looked over at Antonio’s restaurant. It was full to the brim with tourists waiting patiently for food to arrive at their tables. They could see Antonio behind the bar talking to a man who looked very angry; he was waving his hands around, pointing at the customers in the restaurant. Antonio looked as if he were trying to calm him down. He turned and pointed out of the open-fronted restaurant to where the girls were sitting. Ash jumped, turning to look at the others.
‘That doesn’t look good, maybe we should run.’ The others didn’t reply, hoping the man didn’t come out to shout at them as well.
‘Ola.’
A voice distracted the girl’s attention away from the angry restaurateur. Zane walked over to Rachel, kissing her on each cheek, and then walked along kissing all of them in turn. He swung round to see the end of the row that previously the girls had been watching. Antonio walked out of the restaurant storming towards everyone. Ash thought he was going to loss his temper, but once he was in front of them, he changed his frown to a welcoming smile.
‘Ola, everyone.’
‘Antonio, where iz Tony?’ Zane asked his cousin.
‘My uncle needz him to work in da kitchen—’e he is not listening to me.’
Ash looked around puzzled. ‘Where are Gina and Gabriella?’
‘Ah… They will come later. Let’s go.’
They walked out past the resort to where Zane’s jeep was parked. Gemma climbed in the front while Rachel, Jules and Ash climbed in to the back seat, and Zane sat on the edge of the boot, legs hanging over the back of the old black dusty jeep, holding the bars above to steady him. They drove down country roads with small villas on either side. There were fields that ran for miles, looking like vineyards, though they couldn’t see well in the evening light.
San José was the next town up. The bar was quietly tucked back from the tourist resorts down a small road with a few villas. The jeep neared the end of the undeveloped road. Zane pulled up right outside, and they all jumped out, excited to see what the place was like inside. They jumped down on to the sand and grit, looking up; there was a large, dimly lit orange sign over the entrance with what looked like the word ‘Paradox’, but both ‘a’s and the ‘o’ were not illuminated.
Rachel was the first through the doors. A rustic bar stood to the left; to the right were four round tables in a row, and a large high-backed bench spread the length of all four tables where local people sat drinking. She looked down, noticing sand or fine grit scattered on the floor that had obviously been walked in from outside. It was like the bar in the movie, Coyote Ugly, she thought, pleasantly surprised. The girls lined up along the bar to order tequila. The barman laughed, gesturing to a row of many different types of tequila; he reached for a golden bottle, saying something about a worm, but the music was loud and his accent was strong so they all just smiled, nodding their heads as he held up the bottle for approval.
Antonio laughed with the Spanish locals at the bar, while Zane brought a round of beers for everyone. Antonio then led them to the back of the bar. Rachel nudged Ash as she realised there was no more to the bar apart from the toilets to the left, and the dimly lit stone stairs they were walking up.
As they got to the top they came out to an open roof terrace. It was a large square with concrete stone tables, wicker chairs and candles lit on each stone table top. To the front of the terrace was a large, concrete raised platform on to which Antonio and Zane had jumped, beckoning the girls to come and sit down. Ash sat elegantly perched on the edge with Jules next to her, but Rachel and Gemma jumped up on to the platform with the boys sitting crossed legged, facing in a semi-circle to each other. Something orange in colour caught the corner of Rachel’s eye an
d she realised they were sitting at the top of the building above the partly illuminated sign.
‘Wow, how cool is this.’ She peered over the top. ‘Hey, there’s Gabriela and Gina. Ola, up here,’ Rachel waved down to them.
The stars above glittered in the dark, twinkling with the candles around as they drank the night away. It was late. They listened to music playing from the bar below. Ash straightened as she heard the music stop, and the downstairs door to the bar being locked for the night. She looked over at Antonio for reassurance; he pointed out some external stone steps on the side of the building.
‘The locals use then to leave with no need to worry about closing time,’ he explained.
Zane and Gemma had sat at another table talking for the best part of an hour whilst the others played drinking games without them.
‘I have an idea. Let’s go to the fisherman’s beach. Go skinny dipping,’ Antonia suggested.
‘Yeah, let’s go. Where is this beach?’ Rachel was up, rearing to go.
‘Just over dere, you can see it from up ‘ere if you stand.’ Antonio pointed into the distance. They could just see the Moonlight on the sea behind some rocks over the other side of the road. With a mad rush everyone got up, running down the steps with bottles of beer in their hands.
As they approached the sand there was a stampede to take off their clothes, leaving them on the dark beach as they ran down to the sea. The only light was from the moon. Gemma and Zane ran as fast as they could, passing the others, stripping off as they ran, leaving a trail of clothes scattered down the beach as they went.
Rachel and Antonio watched as they splashed into the sea, Zane in all his glory and Gemma wearing just a small black thong laughing loudly. Gemma gasped as the lukewarm water soaked her naked torso; she jumped up and down waist-deep in the sea, holding her size D breasts, as Zane stood next to her, mesmerised at how large they were but how small and perfect the rest of her body was. She let go to reveal her naked body and turned to face him; the water splashed over the large mounds of flesh and her nipples hardened.
‘So what do you want to do now?’
Zane felt his cock harden as he looked at her naked body. He reached out, pulling her close. His hand gently slid up her back while the other arm held her tight against him, pressing her breasts on to his smooth-toned chest. He kissed her for the first time under the cover of darkness. Cool water gently moved around them. They were oblivious to everything but each other.
On the beach, Gina tried to convince Ash to strip off. Antonio, Rachel, Gabriella and Jules were all naked, running down the beach, and laughing as they splashed into the sea.
‘Come on, you keep knickers on—it is fun,’ said Gina as she stepped out of her jeans, quickly pulling off her small vest top, revealing two small mounds of springy flesh.
Ash stood looking at the others with a smile, pondering on whether or not to join them.
‘Come on, come on,’ Gina shouted. ‘Come on, it eez so much fun. You on holiday—live a leetle…’
Ash started to laugh then suddenly, perhaps because of the alcohol, she pulled her white dress up over her head.
‘Sod it, you’re right, Gina, but I am going to keep my knickers and bra on.’
They both ran down the beach, Ash laughing, trying to convince herself that it was just a bit of fun. They joined the others at the water’s edge; they had started to swim out to an old wooden fishing boat.
‘Let’s get in.’ Antonio held on to the side of the boat, pulling himself up.
‘No way, I’m fully naked. Everyone will see my fanny,’ protested Rachel.
‘I know. This eez good,’ Antonio pulled her towards him. Rachel laughed and held on to his shoulders; water splashed between them.
‘Where’s Gemma and Zane?’ said Jules.
Rachel pointed to another fishing boat further out. ‘I saw them climb into that boat like five minutes ago, so I’m betting they are getting acquainted with each other… Or shagging, same thing.
* * *
Wandsworth, 3.00am
Dave woke up with a stiff neck, realising he had fallen asleep on the sofa watching the DVD. He stretched out his arms yarning, and then picked up the half-eaten Indian takeaway boxes. As he walked towards the kitchen he paused, thinking he heard a bang from outside. Walking up to the front door he put his eye to the spyhole only to see Peter, Issi, and another girl messing around in the hall. He stepped away from the door to walk back in the direction of the kitchen before they opened the door. The front door opened with a bang as Dave was walking out of the kitchen to bed. All three piled in, making no effort to keep the noise down.
‘Dave. You’re still up,’ Peter said, standing in the doorway looking at his brother, with one hand around Issi and the other up a blonde girl’s top.
‘It’s OK, I’m off to bed now. Enjoy!’ Dave smiled.
‘Have a drink with us, bruv.’
‘Yeah come on, Dave, you can meet my friend Sassy,’ Issi said, smiling as she walked up to Dave throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him on the lips.
Dave pulled away, laughing, wiping his lips. ‘You’re drunk, Iss.’
‘Yep I am and you must stay up with us.’
By this point Peter had Sassy pinned up against the hallway wall and was undressing her.
Dave rolled his eyes. ‘No thanks, I’m off to bed.’
‘Do you want some company?’ Issi put her hand out, tugging at Dave’s belt buckle. Dave grabbed her hand.
‘Wow, Dave, you’re strong. That turns me on.’
‘What are you like, girl?’ he said as he walked off to his bedroom.
Issi stood watching him wishfully as he walked away before she turned back to Sassy and Peter.
Dave lay in bed, unable to sleep. His mind was fixated on Ash; his heart yearning for her to come home. Four more days, he told himself. He tried to close his eyes to see if he could slowly drift off to sleep but all he could think about was Ash, all he could feel was his brother’s bed banging against the wall, all he could hear were the moans and groans of sex, flooding the silence. He lay there eyes closed on his back with his hand above his head, trying to clear his mind, wondering if Ash were out drinking still or in bed sleeping. And he wondered if she was thinking about him. Eventually he drifted into a shallow steady sleep.
He was fast asleep, dreaming sweet thoughts of Ash. Well, maybe not sweet but thoughts none the less. His penis hardened as he felt something touch him. In his dream he saw Ash bend down in front of him, massaging his cock, her hand rubbing it gently, firmly and ever more feverishly, her mouth close to him. He groaned out loud, pushing his pelvis forward so he could slide into her mouth.
Dave suddenly felt a warm, moist feeling, and quickly opened his eyes to see Sassy leaning down over him, her mouth a centimetre from his hard manhood.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Dave pushed her off him. ‘Get the fuck off me! Get the fuck out… Now, before I throw you through the fucking door!’
Dave had never sworn at a woman before, but he was in such a rage the blood in his head felt like it was going to spill out of his eyes. Peter and Issi ran into the bedroom in a blind panic as Sassy was running out in wide-eyed, full-sighted panic. Issi looked at Dave, who just glared back at her like she was the devil’s best friend, holding a towel against his pelvis. She stared back for a split second before running after Sassy.
‘Bruv, what are you doing?’ Peter stood in the doorway, one hand on his head, not quite awake.
‘What am I doing? What am I fucking doing? That girl just got into my bed, trying to give me head while I was asleep!’ He dropped the towel, putting on his bathrobe, ready to see if Sassy had left like he had told her to. Walking towards the door Peter stopped him.
‘Dave, mate, wait! She’s leaving, just stay here and calm down.’ Peter closed the door so they were both inside on their own.
‘What happened? If some girl tried to give me head while I was asleep there’s no way I would be t
hrowing her out.’
‘Yeah, well I’m not you. She has to go, Peter.’ Dave looked square into his eyes.
‘She’s gone, bruv.’
‘Issi, Pete. Issi has to go.’
‘What? Why? She didn’t try and suck your fucking cock!’
‘No but I said if it didn’t work within three months then she would go—and it was her friend.’ Dave was pacing up and down the room.
‘Dave, it weren’t Issi’s friend. We met that girl in a bar and she was up for some fun so she came back with us. It ain’t Issi’s fault.’
‘Well, where is Issi then? Why did she run after her?’ Dave snapped.
The bedroom door opened. Issi stood in the doorway. ‘Sorry, Dave. We didn’t know she was going to do anything like that. I went after her to check she didn’t take anything.’
Peter stood up.
‘It’s OK, babes,’ Issi stopped him. ‘I checked, nothing is missing and she has gone.’
‘What am I going to tell Ash?’ Dave slumped down on to the bed.
Issi sat down next to him, putting her arm round his shoulders. But he was still sore at her and he shrugged her off.
‘Tell her nothing—it’s not your fault, you didn’t want it to happen. And what’s the point in saying anything? It will upset her. If it was me I would rather not know.’
Dave looked at her. ‘I can’t lie to her.’
‘You can if you don’t want to hurt her. Because you will if you tell her. Trust me, I’m a woman. I know how we think.’
‘How can you say that? You sleep with multiple men, and by the looks of it women as well. What do you know about being faithful?’
‘Low punches, but I suppose it’s a fair comment. But just because I like sex doesn’t mean that when I finally meet Mr Right, I won’t be faithful.’ She glanced at Peter. ‘I’m single and can do as I please. But I do know that if I was Ash and likes you as she seems to, it might upset me. That’s all I’m saying.’
‘She is right. Just keep it to yourself,’ said Peter, putting his hand out for Issi to take. ‘Come on let’s go to bed—it’s been a weird night… Night, brov.’
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