by Sheri Lynn
“Fine. That is just fine,” she reassured. Kicking the bottoms off to the side, she unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them and her panties down her shapely legs. She then too kicked them away. “No top. No bottoms. Come on, Big Boy.” She went to the shoes taking the smaller pair. Reaching for the snorkels, she grabbed that too and went to the water. “You said you wanted to snorkel. That I owed you a snorkel date. You going to stand there and enjoy the show…or be a participant.”
Damn he loved her. He planned on participating in several activities with her. And like a dumbass, he created his own torture. He didn’t want to take her completely and claim her as his again on an extremely raw beach accompanied by hordes of sandflies.
He would do it right. The way he fantasized of doing it. And in the manner, she deserved. He may only get one shot. Everything had to be perfect.
You had to walk out a good distance for the water to deepen and reach coral. He stood and watched her fine ass until if one didn’t know she had nothing on you couldn’t be certain. Removing his shirt and going for his shorts, his thumbs connected with the garment he completely forgot about. He shook his head laughing to himself. He still had to go through with it. He must. Quickly he dropped his shorts, grabbed a snorkel, switched shoes and entered the water.
Wading out, he hoped she would stand and look for him. She didn’t. He couldn’t stop chuckling. He swallowed hard and told himself to stop. Maintaining his composure in the prank would make it all the more hysterical.
Closing the distance between them, her ass and creamy back floating at the surface, she put her legs down and stood. Twisting her upper body, his eyes settled on her bountiful breasts. She had the most beautiful tits.
“Trevor--,” she stammered. Moving her facemask from her eyes, she regarded him oddly.
He noticed her. But his eyes reverted to studying the beads of water resting on her glorious boobs and the droplets that formed as they descended to her pink nipples and held there until they couldn’t any longer.
She punched her fists into her sides holding them there and stamping her foot. Her actions jostled the moisture and her tits in an extravaganza of flesh and deliciousness.
To his ultimate delight, the majestic mounds suddenly started swaying and bouncing in a steady, quick tempo. It took a couple of seconds, but he realized she had splayed her arms intentionally dancing them. Reluctantly he extricated his gaze from her breasts to her face.
Raising her eyebrows, she praised, “Not that you don’t fill it out nicely and I’m grateful you still appreciate my tits to such measure.” She chuckled. “I do hope if the root suit is included in any of the West End Wonder’s tours, it will be removed from the available packages promptly.”
Shit. He got so enraptured with her chest he totally forgot about his banana hammock. And it currently supported a decent sized banana if he said so himself.
“Do you, now?” he teased, lunging for her and taking them both underwater.
They spent the next hour snorkeling. He pointed out lobsters, sea cucumbers, and eels. The latter she didn’t take a liking to. They laughed—a lot. It helped occupy his mind from acting on the images of him on top of her, behind her, her on top. It helped. But he felt certain he sported a semi or full hard-on the entire time they frolicked in the water. He copped a feel of her ass numerous times, but he drew the line there. If he touched her boobs, he’d kiss her. It wouldn’t be enough.
Taking her hand in his as they waded back to the beach, he admitted, “I can’t express how much better me forgetting your bathing suit top worked to my advantage.”
She bumped shoulders with him. “Forgot. Are you claiming you don’t remember our inflatable boat adventure in St. Thomas?”
Oh, he remembered. Sophia had a beautiful body and no modesty when she set her mind to something. That particular day she stripped off her suit. She lounged around in the boat enticing him until he took them to a location somewhat private and gave her what she wanted—a good hard cock and some serious fucking.
“Um, yes, I remember.” He stopped short of the beach and tugged her to pause with him. “What do you think of it here?”
“It’s great. I have had a wonderful time here.” Her blue eyes sparkled. He observed her happiness. “It’s always a plus to be able to hang out naked. Though you aren’t quite as naked as me. But close enough.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes at his bright yellow loincloth.
“I’ve been toying with the idea of buying this piece of property. It has a lot of potential. At first, I thought I might put another West End Wonder shop on it. But I think I’m leaning more toward a personal home. A special place to get away from everything. A sweet spot to enjoy my sweetie and have her all to myself.”
She pressed her lips together and turned her head away from him. Earlier he talked himself out of telling her his thoughts. Now he went and did it anyway. He never did have a lot of patience and acted on impulse much too often. Without being able to see her face and her eyes, he had no idea what her feelings were.
Squeezing his hand, she led him out of the water and sat on the beach. She tugged on him to join her. He did. She kept her face bowed and he saw her throat move in a hard swallow.
He better lighten the mood. He chuckled, “Me…always the dreamer. Just speaking--,”
She tackled him before he finished his sentence. His back hit the sand. Her breasts were pressed into his chest. Her lips were assaulting his. And he fucking loved it. He grabbed her ass with one hand and buried the other one in her hair releasing it. Vanilla scented strands tumbled to his face.
Pulling his bottom lip between hers, she nibbled and sucked as if her life depended on it. Having her on the beach didn’t coincide with his plan for taking it slow and reacquainting themselves sexually in a more comfortable setting, but damn. If she needed him and wanted him, he would give himself to her wherever she pleased.
She started grinding on his painfully hard, incredibly bound cock. He groaned, more in pain than pleasure, and she misinterpreted it crushing into him more vigorously.
As discreetly as possible given his heightened arousal and total loss of composure, he slipped his hand between her legs and touched her in what used to be, and he hoped still her favorite spot.
Success. She lifted herself giving him better access. Using his free hand, he wrestled with freeing his dick from the confining stupid suit, which he didn’t find in the least bit funny at that moment.
Before he finished the awkward task, she clutched him, positioned the head where she wanted—and she eased herself on him. One heavenly wave after another as she took inch after inch. Sitting at the base, she rocked her hips. He cupped her breasts squeezing them with each pleasurable surge her motions shot through him.
She’d pause indicating her impending orgasm. She’d still when she felt his edging pulses. And they sustained the blissful torture until they both were panting and moaning and writhing with need.
Their eyes met. Hot damn she blew his fucking mind. Her back arched thrusting her wonderful tits forward. Her eyes flaunted raw and primal desire.
She began a slow, deliberate rhythm. The second he felt her clench and hold, he caught her thighs in his hands, and they came together. And whoever says sex is just sex hasn’t met their match.
Both stretched out on the sand and breathing hard, Sophia gazed at him and gave him her sexy as hell sated grin. “I do want to return here with you. Lots and lots and lots of more times. Let’s try to hold on to this.”
Chapter 9
Saturday/Sunday morning
Sophia
Another adventure. Leaving Trevor naked in her bed became the hardest thing she ever accomplished. She doubted she could take on another sexcapade though. She had unrivaled soreness in her thighs and upward. Sophia’s mind was everywhere except on the planned activity Renee arranged.
So, pacing in the dirt in front of the scooter shop, Sophia barely listened to the tutorial. Ellie took too many pics of the girls in the
ir so-called, Hitler helmets. Sophia cringed imagining her expression in the shots. Preoccupied. Giddy. Faraway. Wistful.
Sophia and Amanda, another bridesmaid, got paired to share one of the mini motorcycles. Amanda admitted she didn’t have much if any experience driving one. Of course, Sophia had driven a dirt bike before. Straight into a barbed wire fence. It took her and her cousin longer to pull the bike out of the puncturing mess than it did to ride into it. She, and her lack of trust in her driving ability, restricted herself to passenger status. She had been the passenger on the back of a Harley before and thoroughly enjoyed it.
So. What exactly gave her a boost of confidence that particular morning? She will never know.
The other bikes left West End onto the paved road and were around the corner. She and Amanda puttered a few feet. In her dreamy brain she had the uncharacteristic notion that the entire universe aligned in her favor. It screamed at her to embrace her newfound impulsiveness. She needed to stop overthinking. Make a bold move and step outside her comfort zone.
“Let me drive. Move. Move. We won’t ever catch up if we don’t get moving,” Sophia urged.
Amanda welcomed the suggestion. She jumped up and slid on behind Sophia.
It happened so quickly. One second, they were moving. Fast. Amanda squealed behind her. Both women were laughing. The next, they were on the ground, the bike on its side over their left legs.
Sophia blinked a few times. She didn’t feel any pain. Jolting upright she looked to Amanda. Her left knee didn’t look normal. “Stay still. Don’t move, Amanda,” Sophia demanded. She couldn’t panic. She couldn’t.
People came and helped lift the bike. Someone said they called an ambulance. One lady claimed to be a nurse. Sophia started to shake. Her breathing escalated. What had she done? Amanda claimed she didn’t feel injured. She said she felt fine. But her knee spoke otherwise.
Sophia couldn’t look at it. She removed her helmet and reminded Amanda to keep still. Ellie and Renee arrived. They hadn’t made it around the corner at the top of the hill and out of sight. They witnessed the accident. Renee went to Amanda and Ellie took Sophia a few steps away.
Ellie hugged her and Sophia gasped. She wanted to cry. She needed to. But practicing self-control and focusing on Amanda were most important.
“I don’t know what happened. We were going. And…and we hit the wall. I ran us straight into the brick wall,” Sophia sputtered. “How could I do that? Look at what I did to her.”
“It was an accident, Sophia. No one thinks you intentionally hurt her. An accident is exactly that. An accident,” Ellie assured.
But Sophia’s hands wouldn’t stop trembling. She sat on the curb and couldn’t think straight.
“Sophia! Sophia,” Trevor yelled. A line of cars had amassed backed up the hill leading into West End. Sophia saw Trevor’s truck and him running down the hill.
He knelt in front of her and she threw her arms around his neck. He lifted her to him. Holding her. A horn blew and cars and people were clearing making room for the ambulance.
“What happened? Are you hurt?” Trevor pulled back, assessing her. “Your elbow is bleeding.” He held it gently, turning it and examining it. “You’ll need a couple stitches.”
Renee came over to them. “I’m riding with Amanda. Ellie is taking a cab back to the resort and informing her husband.” Squeezing Sophia’s shoulder, Renee gave her a sympathetic gaze. “It’s going to be okay.”
“It’s not. It won’t. I can’t believe this happened. I can’t believe I did this,” blurted Sophia. Tears fell causing her chin to itch. She swiped them off. “I’m so so sorry.”
Trevor hugged her to him. Renee kissed her cheek.
The accident replayed in her mind again and again. What happened? Why did it happen? She couldn’t shake it. She saw and thought of nothing else except colliding with the brick. The gaping crater where Amanda’s knee should be.
The rest of the day happened. Her body went everywhere Trevor took it. Her mind did not. She recalled bits and pieces of it. Different buildings. Not a single one resembled any hospital or pharmacy she ever set foot in. They were in the middle of a congested section of the island. In the center of concrete block buildings. Some were commercial. Some housed families. The hills surrounding the area were crowded with stick shacks one on top of the other. Clothes hung drying in the hot air. Dogs ran around everywhere. Cars came and went through the narrow streets.
Pete, Amanda’s husband, welcomed their assistance. Sophia and Trevor walked to a building housing a pharmacy on the second floor. They went inside a small office setting and up to a window. Trevor handed them the prescription, paid, and within minutes they left with the antibiotics and whatever else the medical personnel prescribed in preparation for the anticipated procedure. A doctor had been called in from the mainland. Once he arrived, Amanda would go into the surgery room for the wound to be cleaned and to salvage what little if any of her patella they could.
At some point, Trevor drove Sophia to a house on a hill near West End. It served as some sort of small clinic. She received several stitches in her elbow.
By the time they returned to yet another location and met up with Pete, the doctor had arrived, and Amanda laid on a gurney in the hallway waiting to be wheeled into surgery. Amanda appeared in good spirits. She took Sophia’s hand and told her not to worry. She said she didn’t feel any pain.
Sophia nodded trying not to break down and cry. There were lizards crawling on the floor and up the walls. Bugs buzzed around the lights. Nothing about the entire situation put her at ease. How sanitary could this be. She caused it.
After dark Trevor drove up in front of the Little Dolphin house. “Come on, Sophia. Let’s get you inside. A shower maybe,” he suggested.
A basket with a note sat on the porch by the front door. Trevor picked it up, unlocked the door, and ushered her inside.
“We shouldn’t have left,” she stated. Since the hospital had no designated waiting area, Pete took the only chair and urged them to leave. He promised to call with an update. But it didn’t feel right not being there. “I want to go back.”
“No. There’s nothing you can do.” He kissed her forehead and went to the bathroom starting the water to the shower.
She existed in a state of numbness warding off a barrage of emotion. She feared if she allowed herself to cry and submitted to the anguish consuming her—she’d lose herself in it. And she couldn’t. Tomorrow one of her dearest friends got married. And because of her, Amanda couldn’t be a part of it any longer.
Trevor came from the bathroom and took her hand. “Shower is ready. You get in and I will see what I can find to feed you.”
Her lower jaw tightened, and her bottom lip quivered. Amanda couldn’t come to the wedding. Nausea overcame her. But she fought it. She wanted to go back in time. She wished she never offered to drive the fucking scooter. Why did she crash it into a wall? How did it happen? Did she do it on purpose? Did she get scared?
Somehow, she made it into the bathroom. Closing the door, she locked it. She turned the sink faucets on. Crouching beside the vanity, she cried. She prayed to be rid of it all—to forget all of it. But she knew that would never happen. They all would remember what she did. Especially Amanda. She might have issues with her knee for the rest of her life.
She managed to sleep a little on and off after Pete called Trevor informing them the surgery went well. They cleaned it and saved a substantial section of the patella. Memories of the accident haunted her all night. The laughter she and Amanda shared in the minute before the collision. The sight of the injury. The condition of the facility.
The sun just began rising when she stepped out on the porch and texted Pete. He replied immediately. He wrote that Amanda did rest some. He on the other hand did not. She let him know she would dress and head over there and he could come to the resort to shower and rest. It shocked her when he asked her to bring drinks and food. She didn’t want to ask him a bunch of questi
ons she could get answered when she got there, so she texted she would.
Returning inside, she heard the low snores from Trevor. She hoped he woke soon. She could call for a taxi, but she didn’t know their schedule. Glimpsing the time on her phone as four forty-five, she wondered if the taxis operated that early. Taking the note from the top of the basket left by the door the night before, she read it. And it made her cry.
Renee wrote how sorry she was about the accident. She repeated for Sophia not to blame herself. But how could she not? Renee apologized for raising the topic of the wedding, but with all the arrangements made and the guests in attendance, she couldn’t postpone it. Most everyone had flights departing the following day. She wrote she planned to go and visit with Amanda before the wedding. And she organized for food to be taken to Amanda and Pete afterward.
The reality in the second portion of the note upset Sophia and launched a full-blown bawling attack. The basket contained the polishes for her fingernails and toes. It included the sarong for her to wear tied at her waist with her turquoise bathing suit. A beautiful floral garland headdress rested at the side of the basket wrapped in tissue paper. They were to meet in the pool house at four p.m.
All the bridesmaids except Amanda were to meet. The wedding pictures wouldn’t have Amanda in any of them.
Trevor rushed her from behind capturing her in his arms. “What is it? Has something else happened?” he pleaded into her neck, his chin resting on her shoulder.
Gasping a few times, she tried to speak. “I…I can’t. I can’t do thi--,”
Reaching around her, he took the note out of her hand and read it. He never loosened his hold on her. Placing it on the counter, he coaxed, “Yes you can. I know you can. You are one hardheaded, determined woman. And I will be right there with you.” Spinning her to face him, he stroked her face and cupped her chin. The tears started again as she gazed into his understanding and accepting, warm eyes. “Let’s do this one thing at a time. We all hate what happened. But an accident is an accident. It’s still Renee’s wedding day. Why should she have two of her bridesmaids not in attendance? We don’t have to stay long.”